03-16-2012, 06:08 PM
When Gemma called that other ship a boat, Ryek's hand drew back almost of it's own accord. He didn't strike her, only threatened. "It is a ship, a wench has no right to insult such a vessel by calling it a boat." He lowered his hand just as Belle approached him. Frowning a bit. "Belle, get this woman off my deck. Both of you are in the way. The crew is busy." His ship was turning, sailing away from Tortuga and away from that other ship. He had made enough friends for one evening and certainly wasn't looking to make more. Especially since that ship seemed to strike fear in the hearts of his superstitious men. Ryek turned to look towards that ship, it did cause his skin to want to crawl. A shiver to run down his spine but Captain Ryek would never admit to being afraid of anything.
He looked expectantly at Gemma and Belle. They were women, they had no place on the deck while the crew scrambled with their duties. Especially while the crew scrambled so frantically. "Well, go on. Off with the two of you." He moved past them, going towards the upper deck where the wheel was. His first mate there, of course the young man relinquished control over to Ryek as soon as the captain was close enough to grab the wheel. Ryek spoke rapid French to the first mate and the young man raced down the steps and into Ryek's room. Coming out moments later with the map and one of Ryek's compasses.
Then he heard it. Cannon fire. His head jerked up, a moment of fear gripped him, thinking maybe his ship was being fired upon, though no other ships were near him. Save that one off in the distance, but they were to far apart to fire upon each other. He looked towards Tortuga and shook his head. It wasn't the first, nor would it be the last, time that pirate port got raided. Sometimes by pirates and sometimes by the navy. Being in that place was always a gamble in and of itself. Ryek was lucky he'd gotten his hands on that map. If not, he would have been in that tavern. He took the map from his first mate, folded it and slipped it inside his boot. Then he took his compass and just held it in one hand while he steered with the other. Occasionally barking out orders to his crew in French.
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