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Post by Zeffa! on Mar 19, 2007 7:40:47 GMT -8
The explosive orchestra of cannons broke the silence of the ocean, intermingled with the shouts of men and the sound of wood cracking into splinters. Three ships encircled eachother in a vicious dogfight, men scurrying around on the upper decks, while further sailors worked the cannons held in the bellies below. One ship seemed particularly wounded, yet it didn't seem to stop it from fighting or evading the opponents.
"Git those cannons on the other side ta fill in the gaps!" shouted the elf woman with a rather outlandish accent, pointing a slender finger at the cannons on the unused side of the hull, and pointing to the newly-opened porthole, thanks to a cannonball. Fiona tucked a streak of platinum-blonde hair behind a finely pointed ear, biting her lip as she rose above the deck again. They weren't faring very well...
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Post by Thistle on Mar 20, 2007 16:33:31 GMT -8
One of the ships was a ship of some coast land country's navy. Captaining the ship was Commodore Antony Garside. He glared across the water at a pirate ship he had been chasing. He would prevail in this fight.
"Get the cannons reloaded and aim!" Antony ordered. His men quickly complied and started firing. The first round had successfully blown a few holes in the pirate ship. He hoped the second round would as well. "FIRE!"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Mar 21, 2007 7:36:28 GMT -8
There was a rush of movement as the mercinaries on captain Antony's ship worked to reload and fire the heavy cannons. Naburine did what she was told, but only when she was desperately needed. Working on a ship was hard work. She was used to giving orders, not obeying them. However, since she had gotten in trouble at one port and her ship had been stolen, she decided that she'd go undercover until she could get her precious Sea Witch back. Oh, and she would. Why on earth were they taking the time to battle this chick anyway? Naburine looked to the ship at which they were firing, noting the elf woman biting her lip. She smirked underneath her silken black mask. What a joke.
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Post by Zeffa! on Mar 21, 2007 17:06:48 GMT -8
Fiona let loose a sting of sailor curses as the ship took another heavy hit, a cannon getting smashed, and it's crew toppling outthe new, notably larger, porthole. "She's Sinking!" came the cry of one of the scurvy blighters, following by a splash as he jumped ship. The disorganized crew of self-serving criminals had already set the lifeboats in the water, the captain and the navigator taking off. "Wait for me you ------------- ---- ------s!" shouted the unruly elfess, rushing toward the edge. The oldest man on the lifeboat, an elderly looking man with more beard than body (so it seemed) peered back with a look of genuine apology, before ordering the men to shove off! "Those bacstabbing, self-serving... pirates!" she shouted, drawing her scimitar angrily and peering toward the enemy ship, as if the sword would do her any good. "Ah ------" she said, seeing the sea already around her boots. She swam toward a barrel that once contained gunpowder, and grabbed onto it with both arms, keeping afloat in the cold, black waters.
The third ship, in the confusion of the sink of the Bloodfin (the ship's name), turned and let up it's sails, making a break for it. The sails of the ship were white, but marked with a large blue laughing skull. It began to retreat.
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Post by Thistle on Mar 21, 2007 19:57:25 GMT -8
"Round up the survivors!" Antony ordered as he smirked at them. "We shall take them back and give them a taste of justice." He put his hands behind his back and turned on his heel toward his cabin. He looked around and saw a hideously dressed blonde pirate being pulled onto the ship. She had a horrendously bright rainbow shirt on and was coughing up water and telling the men to keep thier hands to themselves.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Mar 22, 2007 18:40:03 GMT -8
((Hooray! I was wondering if you were bringing her in!))
Naburine looked away from the grotesque woman that was being pulled aboard (what was with her blouse?) and went about looking busy, though not really doing anything. At least the battle was over and they won. She had not been looking forward to drowning at sea by the incompitance of a stupid male captain. However, she need not worry about that now.
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Post by Thistle on Mar 23, 2007 16:08:10 GMT -8
Amy struggled against the arms of two burly men as she was dragged on board. She kicked and screamed and made as much racket as she could. "You stupid brutes! Really, what do you think yer doing? Man handling me like that." The two men had already left though so the tirade really did not good. Amy brushed her soggy blonde hair out of her face and looked around. The place looked about as good as the ship she was on. She slumped down to the floor and waited for some other crew members to join her.
Antony sat on his bed and rubbed his temples. The Bloodfin had been caught and sunk, along with all it's cargo. He was going to get a talking to for that. He winced as he heard a muffled female voice yelling and screaming. The last of the survivors were being pulled on and they would go back to port before they chased after the other ship that had dissapeared.
((Invite yourself on if you want on.))
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Post by Dark Beauty on Mar 24, 2007 19:24:32 GMT -8
Naburine's face took on her "I am not going to like you... ever..." look as she listened to Amy's little tirade and watched her plop to the floor in the middle of the deck. She walked up to the annoying child-like woman, her black leather clothing shining slightly in the sunlight. "Look, kid, we don't have room for little brats on this ship. Do us all a favor; either get up and go away, or jump back into the sea right now."
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Post by Zeffa! on Mar 25, 2007 20:34:05 GMT -8
Fiona too was unceremoniously dregged from the sea to the ship's deck after they gathered up the survivors. Her gold-lined black vest clung to the red tunic she wore, and her pirate-style boots were filled with water (and no milly in sight!). Her stark-white hair had lost it's typical pony-tail shape in the ravages of the ocean waves, and stuck to her soft elf flesh tightly. She coughed and cursed simultaeneously, wriggling and struggling against the men who held her hands behind her back, which were now bound with rope. It was a futile effort, she knew, but she had to put up a facade anyway.
"Don't 'ave any cherry grog on 'and would you?" the elf asked Commodore Garside with a grin. She was going to die with that smile one day. The elf had a habit of grinning in situations where mirth is ill-advised.
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Post by Thistle on Mar 26, 2007 16:10:56 GMT -8
Amy glared at Naburine and deliberately turned her head away, nose in the air.
Antony looked at Fiona sternly. "No, I would not. I would suggest you show more respect to your captor, and rescuer I might add, unless you fancy swimming home." He looked around and saw the group of survivors in the middle of the deck. "I see they are all on the deck still." he sighed to himself to keep his composure as he looked at the incompetant crew he had had to scrounge up. "Make sure you search them for weapons and then throw them in a cell. Where they are supposed to be."
He stepped back as the crew went about frisking prisoners.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Mar 31, 2007 20:08:37 GMT -8
((It's not Milly that fills boots up with water. It's Kimmy.))
Naburine wished very much to take Amy and throw her in the cell "by accident," but she turned and went about taking the female elf by the arm. "Welcome aboard, elf wench. Now come along and no trouble will happen of your welcome."
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 3, 2007 6:43:02 GMT -8
"Wench?! You can bloody well get your arm off me right now so I can slug you wiv' it," Fiona remarked ruefully. She wasn't any trodden down wench for the ship, she practically ran that ship on her own! A lot of good that swine captain backstabber did, aside from being old.
(( right, right, milly's the blind one.. ))
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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 3, 2007 10:20:20 GMT -8
Naburine tightened her grip and rolled her eyes in response. "Oh, do shut your mouth. Get used to being called 'wench' around here. Women are not useful for anything but pleasure to these men, though I think I have altered their opinion. Now be a good girl and come along quietly."
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Post by Thistle on Apr 3, 2007 16:33:59 GMT -8
Antony smiled tightly as he rubbed his forehead. He looked around and saw most of the men just sort of...standing there looking around. "Get back to work!" he barked and followed the prisoners down under the deck.
"Alright. Form a single file line over there to be checked for weapons." The commodore took out a gun and checked to see if it was loaded while looking disinterested. "If you resist your life will be ended on short notice." He looked at Naburine a little bit distastefully. "You, check the women over there." He pointed to the left side of the room and parked himself between the two lines in case any trouble came up.
Amy glared at Antony and grumbled as she went to the women line. There were only a few and, well, some of them she doubted were female. She straightened up her posture when she decided that she...and the elf were definitely the prettiest and definitely when they got cleaned up too. She looked at the woman who was checking them for weapons and sunk down a little.
Well, I definitely see why she was allowed to sign onto this ship. Amy thought with a tinge of green.
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 6, 2007 6:48:47 GMT -8
Fiona knew better in this situation that to put up any real fight, but she wasn't going to make it look like she was ready to abide by their rules. She struggled lightly, sent sidelong glares, and made remarks after anything was sad directly to her. She stood in the line on the left side of the room, and glowered, only taking a moment to look around. Boy, did that girl over there have ANY fashion sense..? Being a tailor herself, Fiona was keen to these sort of things. It helps when you design your own pockets.
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