A Pirates Journey (Remake) - A 1660 Roleplay. (GROUP RP)
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Codette Bonny narrowed her eyes as she studied the map. She wasn't much for hard labor, but she could read and write, a talent that made her a decent navigator with a map.
Her red-blonde hair was tied up high on her head, the curls spilling around just above her eyes. She wore a white, 3/4 sleeves, tunic top, and a plain under-bust burgundy corset, holding her ample breasts in place. Soft tan, leather pants encased her shapely legs, until reaching the short black boots she wore, buckled against her ankles. Codette marked out a course, taking into warning all the things the captain had forced out of Scarlett. A slow smile spread her lips. Codette looked out over the ocean, and her smile widened. The sea made her feel at peace. As dangerous as it was for a woman, it was better than being stuck back in Roseau with an arranged marriage. She rolled up the map with her notes inside. Rushing up to the helm, she ignored the prolonged stares her shipmates gave her hourglass frame. "Captain, I have our heading." she unrolled her map. "If we listen to Scarlett Andrews, Santo Domingo is where our route begins. If we follow this course, we should arrive at port in 3 days. 2 with fair weather." |
((WOOT!!! :boogie: It's starting!))
Time to set sail. Fenris heard the captain's order, and moved to help with the anchor. He was part of the crew - and quite the prize when it came to hired muscle. Helping the others, he heaved the massive weight into place. They were under way within minutes. The salty breeze made the broad-shouldered male shudder lightly. He enjoyed the thrill of being on board a ship as large as this one. With his gray eyes narrowed, he moved away from the crewmen and toward the captain. Marquet was dressed in extravagant clothing, as he'd recently taken to wearing. Fenris managed to keep the scowl off his features, but only until he felt a presence near his ankles. He glared down to find a pale youth sitting beside him. Joseph Laiden met Fenris' gaze with his own. His dark eyes were emotionless, as was his face. Instead of moving away from where he sat, Laiden kept his place. It wasn't unusual to find the boy trailing after the other male: he was constantly following Fenris, no matter where he went. Unlike his muscular companion, though, Joseph didn't enjoy the ocean. The rocking of the ship sent his stomach into a series of somersaults, and he swallowed forcefully to keep himself from getting sick. A woman's voice made his black gaze dart toward the captain. Eying Codette for a few moments, Laiden smiled slightly to himself. Like most men, he enjoyed the company of women. The only difference was that Joseph was more like a child: he loved listening to females talk, he took pleasure in watching them do trivial tasks, and if he was ever away from Fenris he was surrounded by women. His interest in the opposite gender was quite innocent . . . it was much like a puppy's interest in human beings. Fenris followed Laiden's gaze. When he saw Codette, his usual scowl returned. The woman was drop-dead gorgeous, but it didn't seem to affect the tall male much. Instead, he immediately made the decision to dislike her. He didn't like many people, so it wasn't unusual. He fixed Laiden with a look that kept the boy in place. "Stay clear of that one, boy." His tone was rough, and his gaze harsh, but the youth merely nodded and edged closer to Fenris' legs. He was really having a hard time getting used to the sway of the ship. |
Marquet looked towards Codette, rolling his eyes a little. He pulled a map out of his pants pocket and kneeled to the ground, spreading it out on the old wooden floor. "Now thats were your slightly wrong Codette, The route clearly stops a few hundred miles after Port Principe. But your right that it will take three days." He said, a small smirk playing on his beautiful lips. Marquet was a very attractive man, and very well known with the women of Tortuga. Though he wasn't the type of man that knew he was handsome. "Remember, I am the Captain, I can read a map as well as route one, Sweetheart." He said slyly. He rolled the map back up and hung it to his belt. He stood, looking to his friend Fenris and giving him his notorious smile.
The male looked to Laiden who was following closely to Fenris. He quickly walked down from the stern and onto the main deck. He walked to Fenris and whispered. "Later would you mind putting some sense into that Blackbeard relative? Shes driving me crazy. She refuses to eat because she says she'd rather die by her own hands then by the hands of me." He said, rolling his eyes. "Women." He muttered, cursing under his breath. "You can kill them but they'd still find the time to make you regret that you ever let them breathe.." He said, grinning. It was not that Marquet hated all women, because he didn't. But he did find most of them rather annoying. It took a true woman to catch his hazel eyes. "By the way Fenris, thank you for coming along and helping me on this venture. I wouldn't be able to keep the crew in line if you weren't here. I mean, Sure I'm good with my sword.. but without a little back up i'm sure anyone could take Scarlett for themselves." He whispered, thinking of all the riches that were attached to that beautiful woman. So many beautiful women on one ship and yet one had to be murdered. |
Fenris was still gazing at Codette when Marquet approached. "Stupid girl," he muttered in agreement with the captain. If the Blackbeard didn't want to eat, then she could starve. Granted, that would cause problems further down the line . . . but still. Since Marquet was the captain, Fenris would listen. Since Marquet was an old friend, he would comply.
"I came for the reward, not to keep you out of death's hands." Fenris' tone was cold, and his features expressionless . . . but somewhere in his gray eyes was a flicker of playful humor. The broad-shouldered male fell silent once again, finding another place (besides Codette) to let his eyes linger. Yes, he was good for a hired sword. Fenris was also a good catch when it came to strength. That wasn't the only reason that Captain Marquet had given him a place on the ship, though. They'd known one another for many years, and one more adventure added to their list was a thought that Fenris couldn't resist. Somehow the best excitement always happened with Marquet around. That, and despite what Fenris had said, he didn't want his friend getting into trouble. Not without him, anyway. Fenris eyed Marquet's clothing momentarily before glancing at his own. The captain dressed in an extravagant way . . . which was a complete contrast to Fenris' own look. The dark leather and worn armor was pretty much the only thing he wore: he wasn't one for much variety. Not only was the make of the armor distinctly odd, but the pale tattoos that were etched into his skin made him stand out. A strange pair, they were. Marquet with his captain's garb, and Fenris with his battle-ready outfitting. Many people would be perturbed by their looks . . . though for different reasons, of course. Marquet held an aura of authority while Fenris looked ready to murder someone. Both were threatening in their own ways, though they were drastically different. "Must you always insist on wearing such clothing?" the male asked with a slight sneer on his lips. ((For anyone who hasn't played Dragon Age 2, this is a clip of Fenris and his voice. >.> It's a bit of gameplay, but it's relatively short. :lol:)) - Laiden looked up at Marquet and his blue eyes filled with familiarity. Smiling a bit, he then listened to the two as they began to talk quietly. The youth kept his spot by Fenris' ankles, and leaned against the male's legs lightly as he felt his stomach twist. If only the ship would just sit still. . . . |
Marquet smirked. "i insist on wearing this because people respect me. Plus I could kick their ass with or without nice clothes, but once i'm rich from this journey i'll be sure to have everything i've desired." He said, his eyes glancing out to the sea. He desired to retire as a journeyman and live his life in luxury in some mansion by the sea. He barked out orders to a few passing crew members. "If you want a good cot downstairs Fenris you might want to go and claim it now. We'll be setting off soon once everyones on."He said, glancing to the floor.
"Oh and since your friend doesn't seem the type to do heavy labor.. considering he looks very sick from the ship.. can he talk?" He asked, raising his left eyebrow. "Every night I'll need someone to take a small meal to Scarlett, for she refuses to take food or anything from me at all. And he looks innocent enough for her to trust.." He said, looking down at the boy. He then looked back up at Fenris, amusement playing on his eyes. "He's a cute accessory for you Fenris, really he is. He goes so well with your bad ass look." He said to his friend, grinning. |
Codette scowled when she studied Marquet's map. Her eyebrow twitched a little at the thought that she had miscalculated something.
"My apologies Captain." she growled through clenched teeth, grabbing her notes and map and rolling them neatly. She stepped back and watched as Fenris and Laiden also approached the Marquet. She hated to admit it but something about the surly Fenris intrigued her. Probably because he was so quick to dislike anyone that wasn't the boy attached to his side. She walked back onto deck and sighed. She missed her old ship. Her old Captain couldn't plot a course from the docks to the taverns, so her intellect came in handy. She could plot a course and her shipmates would just take her word and the Captain would follow her directions. Codette had gotten much to comfortable with the way things worked, she needed to re-evaluated her personality and her abilities for being useful on board. "Alright first things first!" Codette went back to the small table she had set up and looked again at her maps and notes, figuring out where she went wrong. Even if Marquet didn't need her to read the maps and plot a course, she refused to not know where she was going. And if Marquet insisted on her sailing blind, he might as well ask her to dive overboard now. |
((Haha, I love Marquet's response to Laiden. :lol:
Oh, and little miss Codette . . . I'ma give you someone to interact with, yes? ;))) Respect. An interesting word, really. Fenris crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the railing and listening to what the captain had to say about finding a good place to sleep. "I'll claim one, then." With a quiet sigh, he let his gray gaze move down to Laiden as Marquet started talking about the youth. "Then I'll tell him to bring her food," he said dismissively, waving a hand at the thought of making Joseph bring food to their prisoner. "He won't argue." He never did. It was then that irritation leaked into Fenris' voice, making his expression all the more . . . threatening. "He doesn't talk." By then the "familiar" glare that he was giving Marquet had softened a bit. "And he isn't an accessory." At that point his features filled with uncertainty, as though he wasn't quite sure how to respond to the sarcasm. "I don't look. . . ." He paused, shaking his head. "He . . ." Fenris turned his gaze elsewhere, watching Codette as she crossed the deck. "I need to find a cot." His grumbled comment was followed by his swift movement away from the railing. Instead of bidding the captain farewell, the pale-haired male moved toward the lower decks. Fool. Yet, for all his "criticism" of Marquet, Fenris knew no one he trusted more. With a broody sigh, he moved past the threshold for the lower parts of the ship and into the crew bedding area. This was where everyone would sleep. Male or female, this was the only space for everyone save the captain. Glancing at Laiden, who had faithfully followed Fenris, the dark-skinned male motioned toward the room. "Not eager to see this again, I'm sure." The boy didn't reply, but lowered his gaze. Fenris snorted lightly, and then chose a place to sleep. As always, he would have Laiden sleep in the cot directly above his. "Go find our things, boy." With a vehement nod, Joseph scrambled back toward the main deck. He looked ready to heave his breakfast, the poor thing. After he'd gone, Fenris sighed and looked around him. There was a faint light coming from another area of the room. Stepping forward, he found himself looking upon Codette once again. Narrowing his eyes, he chose to ignore the woman. He always chose that option when confronted with another's company. Waiting for Laiden to return with their belongings, Fenris sat on his cot and scanned the rest of the room. There were a few others, but most were already settled in. One lanky fellow chose to waltz on up to Codette as if he already knew her. Fenris scoffed quietly, shaking his head and doing his best to not think about what he was hearing. "Ey there, miss." The skinny fellow was a few years older than Laiden, perhaps twenty years of age. He looked like he'd been on one too many ship rides . . . and had been living in poverty for most of his life. "You deh one the cap'n's got charting our course?" - Joseph scrambled back out to the main deck, barely able to keep himself from tripping over his own feet. He always took a long while to adjust to the tossing of the ship, no matter how light the journey was. Dark hair falling into his eyes, he barely managed to avoid running into another crew member. Ducking out of the way, he stumbled to the railing just in time. Nausea overwhelmed him, and he (sadly) ended up losing his last meal over the side of the ship. Many minutes later, he was still sitting on the deck. Leaning back against the damp railing, Laiden closed his eyes and pulled his legs closer to his body. Despite the usual clothing that many sailors wore, the youth refused to wear anything other than a loose pair of black pants and a long-sleeved white shirt. That was it: no shoes, no socks . . . just pants and a shirt. It wasn't exactly the best clothing for sea travel. Shuddering, Joseph glanced across the deck. He squeezed his eyes shut as as nausea began to well up within him once again. It was moments later when he opened his eyes. His blue eyes lit upon the luggage that Fenris had brought. Laiden had no bags, and no belongings, so all he needed to gather was Fenris' things. Slowly standing, he shakily walked over to the canvas bag and hefted it over one shoulder. Taking the sheathed broadsword from beside the railing, Laiden headed back the way he'd come. Sadly, he didn't make it. He was soon by the railing once again, everything resting beside him as he fought to control his stomach. With a quiet groan, he rested his head against his knees. This trip was going to be horrid. |
Codette nibbled furiously at her lower lip as she worked courses, and plotted times, measured distances and possible delays. Her curly hair was gaining black streaks from sticking quill pens into her pony tail when she needed her hands. The young woman was so focused on her work, she didn't even notice the man talking to her until he blocked her light.
Codettes caramel eyes flashed with a inner fire. "Not officially. The Captain is quite able to plot his own course, I just like to find alternative possibilities. Now would you be so kind as to leave me be." |
"Not 'fficially?" The man laughed, taking a step closer. "Sounds like the cap'n doesn't know what's best for the ship." With a smile that was meant to be charming (to only is mother, perhaps), he leaned against the small table that Codette had set up for work. "If I were cap'n, I'da let you chart the course 'fficially."
From where he was sitting, Fenris nearly groaned. This guy was hard on the eyes and the ears. "So what's yer name, girly?" He didn't seem to realize that he was bothering her. Heck, he was probably ignoring it. "It's rare that we git a pretty thing like you on board." ((*laugh* Pester, pester, pester. :rofl:)) |
Being the kind of girl she was, Devin managed to stay out of sight for the most part. As soon as they set sail, she was throwing her small bag of personal belongings onto a cot with a large sigh. She was relived to have a bed to sleep in and a ship to sail on again, even if it was under a man rather than her own. One day, she thought to herself.
Devin wore a satin dress. It was sexy from afar, but up close, you could see stains and rips that months of sewing and washing in bathroom sinks couldn't repair. It was the dress she wore as she trolled the streets of Tortuga, waiting for drunken men to approach her with money and steer her somewhere private. Unfortunately for them, Devin made for a really crappy whore. Instead of sleeping with any of them, she would knock out the ones who didn't already pass out immediately, steal anything valuable, and be on her way. So the dress was perfect for luring in the drunken slimeballs of Tortuga, but now, it just seemed silly. Looking down at herself, Devin felt relieved to be in a position where she would never have to wear this thing again to get her hands on the treasures she desired. She'd had to knee her way through one too many perverted crotches in her time, and now things were finally looking up. Making her way to the main deck, Devin found a place away from the commotion to lean against the wood of the beautifully crafted ship and stare out over the ocean. Her blonde hair was messy, pulled back atop her head, her steel gray eyes lined with makeup that she was also glad to be free of once again. Her skin was tanned from months of being in the streets, and a lifetime of being near the ocean. She wore a pair of brown leather boots and a gun, that stayed strapped to her inner thigh, hidden beneath the dress. She certainly looked fair and innocent, but looks can be deceiving. Her steel gray eyes watched out over the ocean as she wondered where they were headed first. She wondered about the Blackbeard below deck and she wondered how true of a pirate she would end up being by the time this was over, after all, she wanted treasures, but she had morals. She closed her eyes. Did she have morals? Maybe, but Devin decided at that moment she would do whatever it took to ensure they got to that treasure and that she get her hands on it. |
The black haired beauty stood on top of her wooden bed on her tip toes to start out the porthole window of her cell. "Goodbye, Tortuga. Goodbye, Sweet dreams, Goodbye happiness, Goodbye beautiful city." She whispered, tears streaking from her dark green eyes. The woman had cut deeply in her wrists from forcing the chains to come with her so that she could stand and see the window.
This would be her last journey. The woman knew so well that she would be dead once they reached the end of the treasure map. But not if she couldn't kill herself first. She looked to the pile of old food in the corner that she refused to eat and grimaced at the flies covering it. Scarlett ran her hand through her dark curls that went just past her shoulders and let a sigh escape her full, red lips. She kneeled down and sat on her cot, glancing at her bleeding wrists from the slave chains. She looked up at the crew who was coming down the steps to go to the next room over to grab a cot. Quote:
But luckily Scarlett had been sleeping and wasn't killed as well. The next morning she had woken up and cried her little green eyes out until a few spanish soldiers found her. Then she had been sent to Santo Domingo, unknowing of her curse. ((I'll bring Marquet back if someone talks to him or once everyones on board (: )) |
Codette rolled her eyes and removed the pens from her hair. Untying the string that held it together, she caused her curls to fall with abandon around her face, the very colour appearing like gold from the sunlight drifting through the portholes. "this is what you're after isn't it. A pretty piece of tail to fool around with." she softened her voice to a musical lit. Closing her eyes she pounded a fist on the table. "my name is Codette and you'd be wise to leave me alone when I tell you too. I'm no tavern wench to be taken advantage of." Codette tied her hair back once more and stared the man down, one hand on the table the other on her hip. "I don't recall ever asking for your opinion of our Captain nor do I recall asking for your company."
(soo Codette apparently has issues with tactless men... Who knew ^.^') |
((KYA!! :glomp: Hehe, good to see you here!
@Codette: It's good that she has issues with tactless scum. :lol: It allows for others to step into the situation on her behalf. ;))) "Aw, I'm not tryin' to bother ya," the man reached forward to tuck a stray curl back amongst the others. "Just tryin' to talk, is all." The lanky male inched closer, looking down at the map that Codette was messing with. Fenris couldn't stand it anymore. With a growl, he pushed himself out of his cot and silently stepped up to the cretin that was bothering Codette. Just as the rat was about to loop an arm around the woman's shapely waist, Fenris' gauntleted hand snagged the back of his threadbare tunic. "I recall hearing her say she didn't want company." His voice was a mixture of threat and sarcasm as he yanked the man away from his "prey." The male stuttered a reply, but it was drowned out with Fenris' growl. "Leave!" There was a moment of silence before he released the dirty youth, sending him walking swiftly in the opposite direction. Fenris cast a glance to Codette before heading back to his cot. "Useless piece of flesh," he growled under his breath, trying to ignore the stink that clung to the youth he'd just sent running. That smell was fear. Fenris was no stranger to the scent. Where was Joseph? With a sigh, the tall male sat down again, clenching and unclenching his armored hands as he tried to reign in his anger. That was always his downfall: his temper. - His blue eyes slowly opened. When Laiden found the slight movement of the ship tolerable once again, he braved getting to his feet. This time, he was able to keep himself standing. Just as he reached for Fenris' bag, a scent caught his attention. It was slightly sweet, like dried flowers of some sort. Glancing around, Joseph found himself looking at yet another woman [Devin]. It was rare to see so many females on board, but then again . . . this trip was bound to make the crew rich. Why wouldn't girls want a piece of the treasure as well? With a slight frown, he lifted the bag and headed toward the crew's sleeping area. By the time he got there, he was almost run over by a rather thin man half running away from something. One look at Fenris' irritation, and Laiden knew that something had happened while he was away. Swiftly setting the bag near Fenris' cot, he sat beside the luggage and leaned lightly against Fenris' leg. It almost seemed to comfort the man. Further comfort came from a faint voice somewhere else in the ship. A light tune was carried through the area, and Joseph looked up to see that Fenris was much calmer than before. Good. It wouldn't be a pleasant trip if Fenris started it off so poorly. Glancing over to Codette, Laiden smiled a bit. Fenris must have stepped in on her behalf. The dark-haired boy drew his knees up so he could lean on them, waiting for his companion to stash his things beneath the cot. ((Don't worry, Scarlett! I'll have food delivered soon enough. ;) Oh, and when Fenris said that Laiden could talk . . . well, he means just that. L can talk, but that doesn't mean he does. LOL, in fact, he hasn't said a word. Heck, forget it. I'm editing that post. Let's just say that Laiden can't talk. :yes:)) |
Codette had moved her hand to the dagger she kept in her corset, when Fenris came up. She stood shocked that the man with so much dislike for -what seemed like- everyone on board, would come to her rescue. She watched in silence as Fenris scared the man off and went back to his cot. Codette took a few steps to follow him. " I don't recal asking for your help-" she started trying to sound brave. "but thank you. Thank you for stepping in." Unsure of how he would react to her, Codette quickly turned around and rolled up her maps to store them at her cot with the rest if her 'worldly' possessions.
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((:boogie: Every time I see that there's a reply for this thread, I just get so excited. *laugh* I think I found a new favorite. . . .))
Fenris stood and nudged Laiden out of the way with his foot. When the boy was sitting off to the side, a sigh escaped the tall male's lips. He pulled the broadsword up to rest beside the cot, and then the bag was pushed beneath it. Just as he was standing after completing the task, Codette approached. "What?" he sneered upon hearing the first bit of what the woman was saying, "You don't appreciate-" He was cut off by Codette's continuation. Silence followed her gratitude, and the dark-skinned male narrowed his eyes and glared at her back as she knelt to stash some of her belongings away. The silence stretched on as the brooding male stood watching Codette for many moments. Joseph silently watched as the two interacted, his pale features the picture of innocence. When Codette turned quickly away, he sent a weak smile up to Fenris (who prodded him with his foot in return). Laiden lowered his gaze again, watching as the woman across the room messed with maps and other supplies. He kept quiet when Fenris grumbled something and started toward the door. The male was gone within moments, and for once Laiden didn't follow him. The youth thought for a moment before slowly standing. He was a few feet away from Codette within moments, his blue eyes following her hands as she gathered her things. Without speaking, he merely watched as she moved about to put things away. Innocent as always, Laiden kept the "puppy" demeanor about him as he silently moved about to watch as Codette put everything away. Fenris had seen some reason to defend her. What reason was that? Joseph had no clue that Fenris had merely been irritated with the shipmate that was trying to get lucky. Joseph chose to believe that Fenris had seen something in Codette worth protecting. |
Codette knew she wouldn't have gotten a 'your welcome' or such pleasantries from Fenris, but she felt better after thanking him. Even if it was only a one time thing, him stepping in for her, would send a ripple through the rest of the crew, and Codette hadn't found anyone, other than Marquet and the boy...Laiden, that wasn't afraid of him.
She could feel his gaze watching her, and in a few moments it was joined by Josephs. Codette took deep breaths and tried to hide how much it bothered her, when people stared. 'It's not wise to snap at a Lion' her father had told her when she was a child. The line was supposed to help with obedience, but that didn't matter to Codette. Fenris was like a lion. And no one knew when or on who he would pounce. Codette was every bit aware when Fenris stopped watching her, and left the room. Her shoulders sagged a little with relief, as she turned to find Laiden still in the room, watching her curiously. Codette couldn't help but give the boy a soft smile. He seemed much to innocent for a pirate life. "It's not often I see you away from him. Can I help you with something?" (I'm the same way ^.^ ) |
((Kay, well until then I'll just wait (: I don't feel like posting for Marquet just yet since theirs still a few more people that haven't posted yet.))
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