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James Uther

"Look, pal. I don't care about your troubles, just give me the money and I'll be on my way."

0 · 747 views · located in End of the 17th century in the Mediterranean

a character in “Wanted: The Songstress and the Pirates”, as played by The Soul one

Description

James Uther

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❝I just get excitable as to choice- like to have my options open.❞



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❝The Basics❞



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| Nick name |
Jayne

| Gender |
Guy

| Age |
25

| Role and Race |
Half-Demon/Weapons master



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❝Deeper Description❞



| Eye Color |
Blood red

| Hair Color |
Silver

| Height |
6'4"

| Weight |
230 lb.

| Skin Tone |
White

| Distinct Markings |
A bright green gem in the middle of his forehead.

| Physical Description [at least a paragraph] |
Tall and imposing, James carries himself as he thinks of himself; a ladykiller. He is muscle, no fat to be found anywhere on his body at all. He keeps his hair somewhat long, although he cuts it when it really starts getting in his eyes. He wears a black jacket with red on the inside, which holds all of his pistols. The jacket also has golden crosses which he believes impresses the ladies. Oddly enough, this is true with most women, who may believe him to be a priest.


❝Interests❞



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| Powers/abilities |
✔ Enhanced hand-eye coordination. (better aiming)
✔ Enhanced strength.
✔ Pain. (If James focuses hard enough on someone, he can put them through agonizing pain. This immobilizes him, as it requires his full focus to continue hurting someone.)


| Weapons |
✔ Three flintlock pistols
✔ two flintlock rifles (One is called Helen)
✔ one double-barreled flintlock pistol (Amanda)
✔ two cutlasses
✔ grenades. (generally carries two)

Note: This is just what he carries with him to battle. He keeps everything in a chest next to his hammock.

| Likes |
♥ Guns
♥ Swords
♥ Cannons
♥ Massive amounts of good food.
♥ Women


| Dislikes |
✖ Being told what to do.
✖ Small portions of bad food.
✖ Fighting overwhelming odds.
✖ Faulty weapons.
✖ Heights.
✖ Ugly women



❝Welcome to my Life❞



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| Personality |
Cruel and Cunning, James is the kind of guy that would shoot out someone's feet on the battlefield, then dash his way through the enemies ranks just to cut his head off and turn to fight the enemy. He, of course, only does this after getting pumped up by the captain, who he later attempts to try and persuade him to not do that again, as he dislikes fighting as many as he usually does, despite showing several times being able to hold off while others crush them from the rear. He thinks of himself as a lady killer, although he is an absolute ass. This thought has led to many slaps and turn-downs.

| Theme Song |
[url=LINK TO SONG]Song Title[/url] - Falling In Reverse



❝Who I Am❞



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| History |
Born in some obsolete town that he can't remember the name of, James never met his parents, although he is sure that his father was a pirate scumbag. He grew up around unsavory folk, making friends with thieves and prostitutes. When he was fifteen, he joined a pirate ship and has been on the seas ever since. When he was 18, his ship attacked Captain Skull's ship. While fighting the captain one-on-one, the captain made him an offer; ten percent, and his own area to sleep. Nobody underneath his hammock. It took only a few seconds for him to answer, which he did by turning on his old crew. He has been with Captain Skulls ever since.

|Thoughts on Other Characters|
Circe Armeria: "Wimp."
Captain Skulls: "My employer. He killed the last captain, so he's obviously tougher than he looks..."
Adair Skye: "Needs to get his act together"
August de Sores: "Should pull his head out of his ass."
Coristo Manter Liema: "Okay, calm down, little bugger..."
Maxwell Wynd: "Too thin, too smart, don't like him."


|Anything Else|
He names his favorite weapons.

So begins...

James Uther's Story

James Uther
James woke as they pulled into the port. It has been several days since the raid, and with things going as they normally went, the crew wanted to get away from each other and find someone to... Well, do things with. He himself almost wanted to, but he was still pretty tired after his rage. That last one really took it out of him, and he spent most of the days since then sleeping. He kept having this same nightmare...
He was swimming toward the ship, but it was leaving him behind. He was getting really mad at Captain Skulls for ditching him like that, when he saw something move underwater. He looked, and saw that strange man, dressed as he usually is, except that he was a she, and a siren. 'She' swam up and grabbed his leg, pulling him under. And, for some reason, he just couldn't hit 'her.' The next part varies between two outcomes, one is the siren eating him alive, the other is 'she' swimming up and kissing him... Being the fact that the real strange man is a guy, he was pretty comfortable with the other outcome, despite getting eaten alive. He wasn't gay, in fact the very thought of him doing anything of that sort made him very uncomfortable.
He got out of his hammock and stepped outside. He saw that they were heading towards a small port city, far to small for anything really to be plundered, but big enough to hold everything they should need. The last place they got supplies didn't really have all they needed, and they were need some more food, despite what they took from the raided ship. James looked at the strange one, who was talking to Reggie. He never found out his name...

Reggie
Reggie was sitting in his usual spot, Arty sitting somewhere under him. When Coristo had tried to confront the captain for punishing the poor lad, he walked up and defended him, saying that he'd keep a close eye on him. After a heated debate, during which Coristo lost control a little and stabbed Reggie, the captain decided to leave the lad alone, but Reggie would also be held responsible for any further problems he causes. That was fine, he thought. I can watch one scrawny kid for... Shit. As long as he watching him, there was a pretty low chance for him to die. Reggie looked at the sky. When confronted with a situation like this, Reggie found that the sky calmed him down. There was just something about it... He started laughing. "Hey, see the sky? Its pretty, ain't it!?" he said between bouts of laughter. He didn't know exactly why it was so damn funny, but it was, so he laughed. He remembered someone he maybe liked a little in his far distant past tell him to laugh at whatever he thought was funny, so he always did. Sometimes, he thought he laughed at serious things because everyone else wasn't laughing, at that to him was funny.

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Arto clung to the rigging, her legs and arms dangling above the ebony railing thanks to the gaps between the ropes. Giving a small sigh, the female pirate raised her eyes to peer out from behind the bandanas, curious about the port they were currently docked in. No, it wasn’t the prospect of having fun and no it wasn’t for the drink that made Circe love seaports; it was the people . However, since she begun travelling with this ship, it always seemed to be the same; the bustling townspeople would pause whatever they were doing to train their curious gazes onto the ship that was painted in the color of Death before eyeing the ship’s name, The Black Bermuda. This would either result in 2 things; a hasty averting sideways glance or running away with paled faces. My... I can’t help but wonder if those dreaded tales have reached this far.. mused the inquisitive inner voice as Circe observed some vet members stomped down the boarding planks, danger and raw power emanating from the brutes. A small eye roll followed their proud display of the wealth to the passing by townspeople, disgust washing over her. Pirates and nobles... not a big difference; one is just dirtier and more brash.

"Hey, see the sky? Its pretty, ain't it!?" directed Circe’s attention upwards to gaze at the male pirate she was currently assigned watch under; Reggie. A small scoff was directed to his comment but more or less the idea of having to be babysat.”I was doing just fine on my own.. stupid damn Skulls. Now I have HIM. Hmph.” muttered her muffled voice, a bitter underlying tone to it. Seeing as many of the crew had already left, Circe jumped off the rigging with a tad bit more grace than she allowed herself to show before turning on her heels, waving a gloved hand at Reggie. ”I’m going below for a bit.. not feeling too well.” was all that spoken before the pirate-tess descended into the damp darkness of below deck. Moving with a lethargic speed, dragging out her actions for as long as possible in an attempt to wait it out for the remaining crew members to leave, Circe went about gathering items for her bath. Just because I’m on this infernal ship doesn’t mean I have to be as dingy and disgusting as the rest of them.. scoffed the offended thoughts. However, they soon directed themselves into a traitorous territory. The image of the vet crew members who, unlike the rest of the misfit crew, were clean and well-dressed materialized in her mind, bringing back the memories of their spat form before and the inhuman power each one held.

An impatient shake of her head followed close behind those images as her attention became focused on the now leaving member that had lingered below deck. A slight smile crossed her china-doll mouth as she went about filling a bucket from a spout, clean water filling the wooden pail. Sliding her rust-hued orbs over to the grate in the middle of the “room”, a frown suddenly banished that smile at the thought of having to take a shower. Shuddering at the prospect, Circe reached up and undid the bandana that hid her jawline, her voice now it’s normal, silky smooth tone. ”What can you expect? They are barbarians after all..”

James Uther
James stepped out into the sun. His head still throbbed slightly... Whatever. He started moving toward the docks when he realized he didn't have Amanda, his double barreled pistol. He won that prize in a gambling match several years back, and it has only twice failed to fire. He kept very good care of it, but some of the new mates probably took it and hid it in their bunk. He turned and walked down the stairs below decks, his heavy frame making the wood creek. He started making his way there when he saw Maxwell, the ships navigator, standing in the way sword drawn. James looked around, then looked back at him. "Uh... Is everything alright?" James said, eyeing the sword with worry. He could probably take him out with his bare hands if necessary, but he doubted that it would come to that. As far as he knew, the man was pretty loyal to the captain...

Reggie
Reggie looked at Adair as he landed on the deck. "I'm going ashore." He said, vaulting the railing. Now, that wasn't funny. Siren's were no laughing matter, as Reggie took several on before. Evil bitches, to say the least... "Right." Reggie shouted back. Reggie then looked up at the crows nest. No one was in it, as far as he knew, and it looked like it was the most comfortable part of the ship right now... Reggie climbed with haste, going at a speed that boggles most men's eyes. He flipped into the nest, finding it empty. He found that funny again, and started laughing hysterically. A phrase entered his mind. "You laugh to much." It was James, the first time they met. The moron, didn't even know they'd be hanging out most of the time that they'd be on the ship. Reggie looked out over the town, eyes filling with envy. He wished he could join them, just to step on land again! The sea was made for him, but it was like being given one wench, you get tired of it eventually, and wish that you could have something else... Reggie sighed and got back down into the nest, putting his hat down for a nap.

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A small, barely audible hum escaped the pirate-tess as she fluttered about under deck, fetching a bar of soap from the leather sack she had brought from the mainland. Clutching the precious toiletry in her tapered fingers, Circe allowed a broad smile to flash on her petal colored lips, the humming growing softer. Moving on delicate foot steps, the songstress hauled the brimming bucket over to the grate in the middle of the room, cursing when a small amount leapt over the edge.

Putting the bucket down by the edge of the grate, the young woman rubbed at the sore shoulder, a frown of annoyance briefly dampening the cheerful mood. ”I can’t even carry a bucket of water! Hmph.. I’m not any better than a Noble right now.” came her whisper, an underlying sense of agitation clear. With a small shake of her head, the pirate-tess reached up and flung the hat, as well as the bandana, to the side. Giving a small little moan of satisfaction, Circe ran those luminous ivory hued fingers through the fiery waterfall, enjoying every second. After sending a quick glance around the small, dimly-lit room, assured no one else was around, the songstress reached the hem of the billowy shirt before pulling it above her head.

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"Shh." Maxwell immediately beckoned for James to be silent. He knew that James could not possibly be female - it went against all common sense. As such, he immediately disqualified his crewmate as the source of that sound from earlier. "...I heard something, James." he whispered. "it wasn't one of our crew. A female. I reckon it's either a thief, looking for some treasures to take home with her."

He continued to move towards the location where Circe, unaware of the fact Maxwell had heard her, was preparing her bath. He paused for a minute before turning to James. "Will you come with me?" he asked. It would be safer in numbers, after all.

Jame's Uther
"A chick? Here? Heh, you gotta be pretty crazy to be looking for treasure on a pirate ship..." James said, doubtful of Maxwell's claim. Will you come with me?" Maxwell said, turning to James. "Well... Alright. If there is a woman aboard, and she's looking for our stuff to take, the captain will want a word with her..." James said. He left most of his weapons away, but he grabbed a pistol from a nearby bunk and loaded it. He glanced up when he heard the splashing of water and a slight humming. "I hear her." James whispered, lowering his voice. He moved first, slowly approaching the noise. He put his back next on the wall and looked around the corner in time to see her start taking her shirt off. James froze. What the hell? She snuck aboard a pirate ship... To take a bath? He glanced back at Maxwell with a look of utter confusion. "She's taking a bath." He whispered. He had no idea what to make of what is going on. He glanced around the corner again. He looked around, and spotted the pile of clothes that she probably had taken off earlier. He looked away, putting the facts together. "Oh my god, its that weird guy!" James said, almost getting louder than a whisper. "That weird guy is actually a girl!" James said, looking at Maxwell. He had forgotten to lower his voice, and was just speaking normally at this point.

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Circe allowed for a slight smile to paint it's way onto her petal-pink colored lips, a burst of happiness shining clearly on her delicate face. The cause? Her hair was allowed to hang down to her low back in that fiery waterfall and the cloth bindings around her chest were off.. not to mention she was about to indugle in a shower. Giving a slight cough and rubbing at her throat thoughtfully, Circe muttered in the real voice, the silky melodically-tuned voice, as she grabbed the wooden pail's handle, "My... it's been forever since I've talked in my real voice.. Curse being a male!". Her statement was followed by a sigh of annoyance as picked up the bucket, dumping a fourth of the water onto her body. A shiver rippled through the songstress as the waterfall cascaded down over the milky-toned skin, over her flat stomach before dipping down below her pant's waist. Inhaling sharply at the temperature, Circe let out a complaining hiss as she reached up to move her hair's resting place over one shoulder, "Damn pirates.. not even allowing for warm water on this god-forsaken ship!"

A slight sigh escaped the young woman as those tapered fingers begun to wring out her hair, water dripping from the length. Water met fire on the canvas known as her body. Wrapped up in her work, Circe didn't even hear the loud 'whisper' from around the corner, instead paying attention to quietly singing a rather popular song by the group, "The Lion's Tamer". "Look at the lights.. look at how the lights are calling you.. came the soft voice, the sound entrancing, breath-taking.

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Maxwell drew in a sharp intake as he was certain that James had given away the fact that they were watching. However, a moment later, sensing that the woman had made no change in her movements, he considered her to be either very deaf or very naive.

Either that, or he and James just got very, very lucky.

So the "he" was actually a she? That might explain a lot of things... her insistence on dressing with that many extra layers, for one. However, what was going on? Why did she need to get on a pirate ship so desperately as to masquerade as a male? Was she just like him, a being of higher class seeking their own adventure? Or was there something else? It was then that the woman began to sing.

"Look at the Lights... Look at how the lights are calling you..."

Maxwell recognized those words, and for good reason: He had just read them. Slowly taking out his copy of the Lion's Tamer, he flipped a few pages before he ended up staring at the exact same words on the play. "...the Lion's Tamer." Maxwell explained to James with a whisper for his sake. "It's a play, but why does she know the song..."

If she had simply read the play from a circulated copy of the book, then there was no possible way that she could be singing it as she was right now - with the correct melody, exactly as Maxwell remembered during the time his family took him to see the play. Had she seen it before as well? That would explain many things, but would she possibly remember the song from just one viewing? Perhaps she had been a big fan of the play... or maybe there was another reason?

James Uther
James didn't know what the hell Maxwell was talking about, but he was having trouble getting over the fact that there was a girl on the ship and he didn't know about it! He shook his head. "I'm gonna catch her attention." He whispered to Maxwell. "Hey, uh, girl. We're around the corner, and we're armed. So, uh... Give up?" He should really think through what he was going to say before speaking. "And, uh, get dressed, I guess?" He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be nice to her or not, given that she was, technically, a ship mate. He looked at Maxwell, his face expressing how hopeless he is during these situations. "Do you have any idea what to do?" He asked, hoping the navigator would have better luck coming up with a plan then him. He wasn't even sure if giving away their position was a good idea.

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Circe hummed to herself a happy little tune as the last traces of soap was rinsed off her body. Giving a stretch with a grace that faintly mimicked a cat’s, a satisfied “hmph!” escaped her seeing the skin back to it’s milky-white hue, her hair back to it’s coppery fire. ”Shame I have to put it up when it’s wet...” came her mutter, the tone slightly disappointed and annoyed. She had never liked it when her hair was wavy but that was the sacrifice she had to pay. Stepping over the grate and the stream of water, a gleeful laugh rang out from the songstress as she stepped into the baggy pants. ”Oh well.. that was nice when it lasted~” floated out her words, each syllable singing with joy. Just as she bent over to grab the cloth bindings for her chest, a male voice shattered that bliss. Hey, uh, girl. We're around the corner, and we're armed. So, uh... Give up?”"And, uh, get dressed, I guess?".


It was as if someone had prodded her with a red-hot piece of iron.. and by the looks of it, they may as well have. Circe shot up to her full upright position, dropping her coverings in the process. Panic raced through her mind as those rust-hued orbs flitted around the room for some type of weapon. Tugging on her white shirt, she began to pace the galley in silence. What do I do!? Shoot them?! But.. but they are both armed! But they saw me!! Wait... THEY SAW ME!? screeched the voice in her mind, panic and anger seething each word. In her pacing, however, the songstress did not see the wooden bucket she had placed in the middle of the room and ended up colliding with it. Tripping several steps, a rather feminine squeal rang out before a large thump was heard. The wall shook briefly and the female pirate stumbled back in pain, holding her forehead with both hands and hissing out softly, ”Oh shit oh shit.. oh motherfucking virgin mary that fucking bloody hurt!”

#, as written by LaXnyd
"I'm going to get her attention."

Maxwell was about to reply with a sharp "Wait, what, no!" when it was too late, James had already let out his garbled mix of demand, warning and confusion. From the sound of his voice, Maxwell had a feeling he had no idea what he was doing.

Then, he saw James turn towards him, his face showing hopelessness in dealing with these situations. "Do you have any idea what to do?"

Yes, the man definitely had no idea what he was doing.

James Uther... Maxwell seethed in his mind, you are, without a single shred of doubt, an absolute bumbling oaf of the highest degree imaginable under the stars!

Sighing, he thought through the situation. So there definitely was more to her than what she let them see before, and while he had no problems with having a female on board there was still the fact that she might have had more than her gender to hide, and that meant he could not just simply let her go. He was already considering several possibilities, from having to kill her to letting her continue her stay on board the ship. All would depend on her answers to his questions.

However, those were rather long term plans. Right now, he had to somehow alleviate this awkward situation started by James. "Get up," he called out after hearing the girl most likely fall, "and get dressed if you're not already. When you're done, come out and walk towards us. Slowly."

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James Uther
James looked her over. Now that he was really paying attention, he saw all the 'strange' things about her was really the female... Parts. The disguise just hid them enough for one to think that it might be a guy. And because she joined a pirate ship, it was expected of her to be a guy, so that everyone was fooled. "So... Uh, what is a... Woman like you doing on this kind of ship?" He couldn't think of anything else to say, so that was what came out of his mouth. He kept the firearm in his hand, but knew that his power would be far more effective in this situation. It looked like he might have to use it too, going from the look she was giving them.

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Circe's rust-hued orbs trained themselves on James's firearm, a tch of displeasure alerting the pirate that she didn't appreciate having a deadly weapon pointed in her general direction. "So... Uh, what is a... Woman like you doing on this kind of ship?" came the Weapon Master's broken up sentences, confusion and nervousness dripping from each awkward pause and word. An amused smirk twitched on her lips as she, slowly, released her hand that had rested on the hilt of the cutlass. Crossing those white-clothed arms over and under her stomach, the songstress paid no mind to the way the billowy had been lost, nor to the fact that it clung a tad bit tighter to her frame. Using her shoulder as a rest, the female pirate leaned against the doorway before speaking, her tone amused. "Oh..? Is that all..? Well.. I'm sightseeing of course."


Giving a small humph, satisfied with the sarcastic reply, the songstress bit out coldly. "It's none of your business." came her muffled voice, reverting back quickly to the disguise. However, the soft creak of someone stepping on the ship made her attention turn heavenward, the nervousness now setting him. Hastily, she spoke once more as she retrained her gaze onto the two men, "Look..are we done here?"

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Maxwell was not amused. "Absolutely not." he said, sighing in the way in which Uther seemed to completely lose his control and calm in the presence of a woman. He, on the other hand, was still brought up with the expectation that he would be socializing with many influential people, and as such had no problem with talking to someone who was not of his gender. "You have deceived the entire crew for reasons unknown. I highly doubt that you are 'sightseeing', and you are obviously no peasant girl."

The Lion's Tamer was never a play that had been released to the masses... only members of the higher echelons of society had been able to view it. So why did this girl know the lyrics?

"In any case, at the very least I recommend you drop the sarcastic tone, miss." he warned her. "I ask you again: Who are you and what are you doing on this ship? And don't think I'll be satisfied with an answer like "sightseeing"."

To prove his point, he raised his sword - safety was priority over chivalry in this case, after all - and kept it at the ready, ready to kill her in case she made any sign of attempting to escape or draw some sort of weapon.

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"Absolutely not. You have deceived the entire crew for reasons unknown. I highly doubt that you are 'sightseeing', and you are obviously no peasant girl." came Maxwell's less than amused tone, a heavy sigh soon following. A slight frown painted itself onto Circe's mouth, a part of her knowing this pirate wasn't going to give up. Opening her mouth to reply, her words soon fell upon her tongue at the next accusation. "You have deceived the entire crew for reasons unknown. I highly doubt that you are 'sightseeing', and you are obviously no peasant girl."


Immediately, a wave of chilling despair washed over her as she quickly averted her challenging gaze. He.. he couldn't have found out!? C-could he...!? No no.. it'm impossible! I-I made sure.. but why!?" screeched her panicked thoughts, nervousness suddenly making that brave facade crumble. At the word "peasant girl", Circe noticeably flinched, a sign that her traitorous body gave indicating his words hit a home run. Giving a small sigh, the songstress quickly flicked her stare back at Maxwell, a new fire gleaming within them. He can't prove anything.. you..you're fine. chanted the assuring thoughts, a new bravery being lit.


However, that new found strength quickly seeped away at the foreboding warning. "In any case, at the very least I recommend you drop the sarcastic tone, miss. I ask you again: Who are you and what are you doing on this ship? And don't think I'll be satisfied with an answer like "sightseeing".". Normally, the female pirate would have dismissed such threats.. if it wasn't for the raised cutlass pointed at it. Closing her eyes to collect her thoughts, Circe suddenly opened them. A quite bizarre shining within the orbs greeted the two men.


Blinking up at them, Circe's eyes suddenly held a vulnerability to them, a softness that always made men, no matter who they were, regret their actions. Dewiness pricked at their corners as her once-unwavering gaze took on a new look, a look of absolute femininity. Finally speaking, the tone irresistibly alluring with an underlying tone of sorrow, Circe gazed into Maxwell's eyes. "P..please.. I'm.. looking for someone.. and I can only find him here! O.. once I find him, I'll leave! I-I promise! S-so... don't tell the Captain ab-about my identity.. please?"

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Maxwell's eyes met those of Circe, and he balked. As a gentleman... he had very little thought of resisting.

Also, through the days she had been on the ship she had already had several chances to make off with any treasure or to kill anyone she was targeting. She said she was looking for someone, and if that was the case he really did not think that she would be worth the trouble of reporting to the Captain, after all.

And, he admitted, it would be nice to have someone on board the ship who actually knew the lion's tamer. Her identity, as well, intrigued him.

Finally, he gave a nod. "Alright." he assured her. "However, Uther and I will be keeping an eye on you-"

Just then, he heard the sound of the Captain coming down the stairs and immediately his mind went in a frenzy. If the captain discovered this situation, it would be awkward at best. However, Circe was already in her disguise, so no time-buying distraction was needed. "The captain's coming." he whispered. "Everyone, act natural."

Sheathing his sword, Maxwell turned towards the door, cleared his throat and composed himself, ready to act as if they had not just discovered one of their newest crewmen was actually a crewwoman. All he hoped was that James did not blow their cover immediately.

James Uther

James blinked several times. Her voice... Damn. He tried his hardest at resisting, but it was like trying to stop water from flowing from your fingers. You can never stop it from leaking out... He relaxed. Why not? Its not like she was going to hurt him, she said she was looking for someone. And if the captain was told, then she'd be forced to get off of the ship, and that doesn't sound good, for some reason.

Maxwell gave a nod. "Alright." he assured her. "However, Uther and I will be keeping an eye on you-" He was cut off when they heard the captain's footsteps coming down the stairs. "The captain's coming." he whispered. "Everyone, act natural."

Natural? Heh, the captain would be confused if he saw James and Max hanging out all of a sudden. Why would the spoilt rich kid hang out with the big dumb bully without them not hating each other more? James grunted. "I'll see you later, I won't tell." He said, turning towards the opposite of where the captain was coming and walking off, putting the pistol away. "See you around." He said, walking off towards the crew's quarters.