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Post by Sorrows on Apr 19, 2007 21:22:41 GMT -8
Bors wore a smile that only slightly differed from the sneer that he held most of the time.
"I would normally wish you a good evenin', Commodore, but I fear that is too much to hope for on this night." He made as if straightening himself, clearing his throat as if disturbed by what he was about to say.
"I've heard strong talk amongst the crew, and one word above all others. 'Mutiny'." He feigned a shudder as if the thought itself made him feel uneasy. "I wouldn't think twice with the crew as shipshod as it is, no offense. But the talk apparently comes from the Pirates in the hold convincing the guards that, with their help, this vessel could be commandeered and redirected to some great treasure they have hidden away. I fear that the support gives confidence to the word 'Mutiny' where joke had once been. I tell you as a loyal and concerned crewmember, Commodore. I fear it may be tonight that the men mean to release the prisoners and your command of the ship." His tone throughout the tale was grave and shaken, but confident eyes at the end shone that he would support the Commodore against whatever came about.
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Post by Thistle on Apr 20, 2007 4:41:09 GMT -8
Antony mulled the information over looking troubled. He in no way trusted Bors, but he couldn't blow off what he was telling him. For the simple reason of: He didn't trust them either. "Very well. You are dismissed."
Amy pretended to notice Fiona for the first time and jumped a little. "Oh! Hello I...." She trailed off as she saw the door to thier cell. "Holy bananas! What happened!?"
((Heh ok))
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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 24, 2007 19:55:22 GMT -8
Naburine was sitting up awake in her hammock below deck. It was not the annoying, snoring men that kept her up this time. No, she had long since gotten used to sleeping in the crew's quarters. It was something else... she could not put her finger on it, but there was something not right. She found herself thinking about that Bors guy. He made her nerves all tight, and not many people could do that. There was something up his sleeve, and she did not know what. That was probably what made her the most upset. Usually she was very good at collecting information; it was part of her job as both a ninja and an assassin. But today had been too busy, and all the men had gone to bed before her, so she could not find out what had happened during the day. She chewed on the end of one of her jewel-hilted daggars, which had been pulled out from her clothing unconciously. The barracks were pitch black anyway, so there was no need to wear her mask. If anyone could witness the rare sight of an unnearved Naburine, they would see a tainty nose and beautifully curved, naturally red lips, which would be parted slightly to show straight, white teeth with the daggar's sharp tip between the center ones' bite. This is the position Naburine was in now, and she was not at all happy.
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Post by Zeffa! on May 1, 2007 21:54:05 GMT -8
"No idea..." she lied, scowling at the lock as if it was the culprit. "I woke t'hear a few horrible noises, and the guards woz dead an' the lock off.. But t'aint no one missing here..." there was no use trying to blame that Bors bloke yet.. the proof was against her, and she didn't even understand why.
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Post by Sorrows on May 2, 2007 20:54:59 GMT -8
Bors feigned his best flourished bow as he left the Commodore. He would leave the cabin, but doubtful that he would return to the crew's quarters until everything was already in motion. He made it a point to move about the shadows, eager to see how his plan would unfold, intent on any additional prodding that would be required.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 7, 2007 8:14:50 GMT -8
Naburine looked up, hearing a creak from the boards of the deck. Who was up at this hour? Too bad it was humanly impossible to see in the pitch black darkness... even the slightlest bit of light would've been enough for her to look around and find the missing person in Bors' empty cot. As it was, however, she was ignorant to that fact. Cursing slightly, she put her dagger back into its sheath in her boot and found her silky mask, putting back over her nose and mouth and tying it at the nape of her neck. Stupid crew members... When she arrived up top, she looked about in the moonlight, but she was unable to spot anything... except for the open door to the cabin. Was the commodore awake still?
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Post by Thistle on May 7, 2007 14:02:51 GMT -8
Ruffling his hair the commodore walked out of his cabin and madehis way to the railing. Talk of Mutiny was not something to just take lightly. They were a good ways out from land and he one of the only navey men on board the ship. This would have never happened if they would have just given me a ship. Letting out an irritated breath he looked out over the water.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 8, 2007 21:01:34 GMT -8
Obviously, he was. Naburine walked over to him, her leather boots making no audible noise on the deck as she did so. "Can't sleep either, sir?" Naburine leaned up against the railing next to her senior rank.
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Post by Zeffa! on May 9, 2007 13:34:33 GMT -8
The ship seemed to have struck something semi-solid in the dark, windless night. Fiona heard it from her place in the cage... She felt rather silly having to stay in an unlocked cage. "Wonder wot that woz..."
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Post by Thistle on May 9, 2007 14:25:34 GMT -8
Antony started and looked at the woman beside him. "No, actu-" he was cut off when he was jolted from the boat hitting something. "What in the bloody..." He quickly moved up to the front of the boat and tried to look out. "I cant see a bloody thing in this acursed darkness." The commodore turned around and shouted up to the crows nest. "Can you see what we hit?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 9, 2007 21:32:15 GMT -8
"They're pieces of wood... large pieces, I might add." It was Naburine speaking. Now that she was outside with the moon, she could see just fine. The dark wood shapes were visable to her against the pitch black of the sea. "It looks like wreckage of some kind."
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Post by Thistle on May 10, 2007 19:43:48 GMT -8
Antony nodded. "The only other ship I can think of that would be out here would be the ship that ran away from our fight. But, that ship would most likely have treasure on it so why would some one sink it? It would not make sense to me."
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 10, 2007 20:18:34 GMT -8
"I don't know sir, but whatever they had, something had to have blown it to smitherines. There is something out there... and I am not liking the uneasy feeling in my gut." She looked about suddenly. "Have you seen any guards around lately? Have you heard news about prisoners?"
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Post by Sorrows on May 10, 2007 23:10:13 GMT -8
"Tchh!" Bors was well off in the darkness, around a corner for good measure against that Naburine girl's eyes. He'd heard enough about her from the crew to believe half of what they claimed her capable, seeing well in the dark least of all. Not only was her conversation with the commodore potentially hazardous, the fact that they'd run into what appeared to be the wreckage of the other pirate ship put another rip in his plans. Well, he could do the best to hold together what he'd started.
He very much doubted that the commodore could notice his approach, but, from what he'd heard from the crew, he made sure that the Naburine girl would notice the last few steps. His voice feigned uncertainty, and he made is if to squint unseeing into the darkness, unaware of the truth of the wreck below. "What's happening? The ship lurched about like we'd run ashore, but I'd swear we were days away yet."
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Post by Thistle on May 11, 2007 13:53:19 GMT -8
The commodore felt a twinge of irritation when he heard Bors' voice. "We seem to have come across the wreakage of another ship. No survivors that I can see. It was a pirate ship so I see no reason to actually search for any either." He turned and looked at Naburine. "Go and check on the prisoners. Give them an outline of what is going on but dont give them any specific details."
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