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Old 06-08-2016, 09:42 PM

As Clark ate, he kept a close eye on the princess and the escort Gerard brought back on the ship. Just hours before, the serving girl was wild and hysterical. Now, she was just silent, staring at her food much like her mistress. The princess was gently massaging her wrist, and he realized he might've been a little too rough on her. But if he didn't assert his position on the ship, then she would be even more of an annoyance. At least she's quiet and meek. Or maybe this was normal for her.

The serving girl spoke up. Clark made an inquisitive look. "Sure," he answered, not giving it much thought. There wasn't enough room for the two of them to be separate anyway, and if they decided to band together, well, that wouldn't work in their favor. He looked over at Gerard and shrugged. It felt like the ball was in their court for now.


Ariel frowned. She couldn't bring herself to eat the food that was in front of her. She was just as sick, if not more, as the gravity of the situation kept hitting her again and again. She couldn't imagine what Rose was going through, what with her crying silently in the corner over there. "Captain, if you don't mind, would you let me tend to her," she asked, disregarding Gerard's warning. Maybe some solidarity upon this ship would do them good, although Ariel knew that she would ultimately tend to her own wants and needs when the time came.

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Old 06-08-2016, 09:58 PM

They were talking about her like she wasn't there, which wasn't really an unusual thing her life. How could things have gone so wrong? All her life she believed the world to be full of good, why wouldn't it be? People were fed, the king was kind, and the war had been over for years. Her wrist hurt, she dress was dirtied and bloodied, and she was sure her eyes were red and puffy. Finally she was out of tears, unable to produce anything. To that point she felt like she needed something to drink but she wouldn't ask, wouldn't give the brute the satisfaction. No, she would suffer in silence, not saying a word, not eating a single meal, until he apologized for his rude behavior. Not that she would forgive him, never could she do that, but it didn't matter.

She wouldn't be worth much to her father if she starved to death.

===

Gerard polished off the meal on his plate, sitting back, content for a moment. He had went to raise his arms above his head, wincing as he pulled on his wound. It still ached, but at least it wasn't bleeding, and the meal had stopped him from feeling quite so woozy. "She'll get over it soon enough, best to not bother." He wasn't no expert in women by any means, but in his experience, he found that women often got over it with enough time. Not all, of course. He had a scar from a lady who refused to let one such thing go.

"What port are we headed to, Cap?" He was sure they wouldn't go too far, it was best to get their ransom note to the king quickly, before he could send out ships to search for them. Not willing to let the food go to waste he grabbed Ariel's plate, digging in. She wasn't eating it anyways.

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Old 06-08-2016, 10:29 PM

"We'll stop at the piers in Rubinn. It's a good week away," Clark answered, already full from just a plate that he gathered for himself. He almost admired Gerard's ferocity with anything, both women and food. Gerard had a few years on him, which is to be expected. He leaned back on his chair, and placed both his booted feet on the table, content and almost giddy on their haul. Maybe some ale would be in order. "Gerard, it's obvious that you've gotten some of the good ale," Clark remarked, noting his woozy demeanor ever since the serving lady treated him. At least, he hoped it was just from the ale and not some poison she swiped from somewhere. "It's not nice to hide it from your captain now, isn't it?"

He looked over at the princess from time to time and frowned when he realized that she wouldn't eat anything. She had been silently sobbing, and he knew that she would be thirsty by now. Clark reached for a bottle of wine that they left on the table, uncorked it, and left it in front of her. "Drink," he commanded, then wondering if she would be more thirsty after the fact but this was the closest thing to him at the moment.


Ariel smirked. "Yes, I'm sure that's what how you think all women act," she muttered as she crossed her arms. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as Gerard thought nothing of picking off from her plate. At least some men knew when they were done, and there were various plates on the table to gather food from anyway. What she wouldn't give for a drink or two. Maybe then she would forget where she was and just do whatever she wanted, even for a short time.

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Old 06-09-2016, 12:29 AM

In spite, Rose threw her arm out, knocking the bottle of wine to the ground, where it clattered and spilled its contents on the floorboards. Never in her life would she had dared to act out like that, but what did good manners do in this situation. Did he think his command would do anything? She was a princess, he was but a brute who held no power other than on this lousy vessel. But was that true? While she was here she was at his mercy, and he didn't seem very merciful at this point. And Ariel? Well she seemed to be handling herself just fine with the brute who had nearly broken her wrist.

After her outburst she returned to her silent protests. Her hands folded demurely in her lap, her eyes cast downwards and totally still. She looked at her wrist, swollen and red, a faint bruise already appearing. Hopefully they had kept dresses with longer sleeves, so she could hide the ugly mark on her pale flesh.

===

"Ask missy over there, she knew righ' where it was on the ship. Sorry, but that bottle was long finished off." Gerard grinned at his captain, it was no surprise there was none left with him involved. If anyone wanted to keep any drink for themselves, they needed to make sure he didn't know about it.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Ariel's disgust. "What?" Gerard asked, his mouthful of food. "You weren't eating it, sweetheart. You women and your peckish appetite. I'll not let a good meal go to waste." He laughed at that and grabbed more food from the center of the table, filling his plate once more. Despite the amount of food he packed away he was still fit, his torso rather muscled from the hard work on a ship. His eyes widened at the princess's little show of anger. She wasted a good bottle of wine, and also defied an order from Clark, both things would not go well, he was sure of that.

He was entirely oblivious to the fact that his voracious attack on the meal had put strain on his wound, the white bandaged marred by a bright spot of red.

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Old 06-09-2016, 01:45 AM

Clark raised an eyebrow at the princess' outburst. "I'm sure a child of your stature knows how expensive this wine was," he chided, his voice cold. His eyes alighted on the bruise that she kept massaging at. Did he and Gerard grab her that strongly? Staying silent for a little bit, he stood up and grabbed the bottle of wine from the ground. He drank what was left of it and placed the empty bottle on the table. Clark walked over to the princess and leaned down towards her, close to her face. The stench of alcohol was still on his lips.

"Listen, your majesty." The mocking tone he used towards her never seemed to leave his voice whenever he addressed her. "If you want to live, follow our orders. Now, I'm sure your father wouldn't want you to end up like the rest of those men on your ship. We're on my ship now." Just standing a few inches away from her face, Clark noticed how soft she smelled and how her hair fell into those perfect ringlets. He always wondered how women looked so beautiful and was about to remark to himself if Ariel's voice hadn't distracted him.

With a shake of his head, he motioned to Gerard. "Get that checked out. Princess, you will be staying in my quarters. I'm sure we'll be cozy enough on this bed of mine." He grabbed an apple from the table and began to walk towards the doors leading to the deck. "Oh, and find a place for her," he motioned to the serving girl. "I'm sure any will do."

He left them alone, closing the door behind him.


"The bottles could be long gone by now, but I'll make sure to hunt down some for you," Ariel said, adding a small wink directed at the captain. It was only a few seconds after when she realized that that may have been a little bit much, but it happened and it was all up in the air. The captain may take it as he wished. Her stomach slightly grumbled, her senses not as heightened and anxious as they were. Maybe she would get a bite to eat, knowing that the sight of dead bodies strewn about may as well taint her dreams for the next few days. Then again, that wasn't really new to her either.

She reached over to grab a turkey leg and a piece of bread, making a face at Gerard to keep to his own plate. The food was good, better than what she was given basically her whole life. Ariel was mostly used to what servants were usually given and tavern food. The princess' outburst shook her a little bit, but she figured that Rose would know better than to throw that kind of fit. That wasn't making her chances of surviving or leaving this predicament unharmed any better.

Taking a look at Gerard's figure, Ariel noticed the muscles he harbored. She wondered why she didn't see them earlier, but figured that her vision was marred by her drive to live. Sure, her future was up in the air but at least she didn't throw a tantrum. At least seducing Gerard wouldn't be too much hard work; she'd rather have something nice to look at. As she went back to her food, she noticed that the bandage had soaked through with blood. The stitches were unraveling due to how voracious he was eating. "Oh stop," Ariel muttered, taking away the piece of food from his hands. "Look." She pointed towards the wound that opened up yet again. "I guess voracious eating counts for excessive activity," Ariel commented as she clicked her tongue. "Slow down and I'll restitch that up for you."

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Old 06-09-2016, 02:07 AM

Rose didn't give in, she didn't answer to his words, didn't flinch as he grew closer to her. She felt numb, like this all had to be a horrible dream and she would soon wake up from it. Yet the ache in her wrist and the fear she felt for her life told her that wasn't true. She wanted to cry, to scream, to let it all out but that would get her nowhere, not after that little speech. Perhaps he was willing to hurt her after all? Was she willing to take the chance? She wasn't sure.

It was difficult to hide her disgust at his parting remarks. He expected her to share his cabin, his bed? No, that she would no allow. Glancing up when she heard Ariel talking to the other brute, she frowned. How could she carry on with them like she was, as if they didn't murder men and sink ships? Never before had she felt so truly alone.

There was no way she would stay here, subjected to this nightmare. Surely they had a small rowboat, she had seen men use them when they left the ship out in the bay. Surely they couldn't be far from land and she could simply row herself and find shelter. No one would deny her. Of course she didn't know how to swim, so it seemed rather a dangerous undertaking.

===

Gerard had ignored the exchange between the captain and the princess, it was hardly his business what the man did with her. It was obvious he had no chance on that front, not that he ever felt he did. His missed the remark directed at him as he tore into a roll, the crumbs landing in his beard. It was obvious he didn't care much about his table manners, not even with royalty about.

He was surprised to have his food ripped from his hands, he opened his mouth to protest, but her words stopped him. He looked down at his chest, the bright red stain on the bandaged that circled him. Ah, well that explained why it had begun to ache more, he just figured it was the ale wearing off. "Damage is done now, might as well let me finish." He grumbled, reaching for another turkey leg. He might as well eat as much as he could, he was sure the captain would not allow this excess after tonight, not when they had to return to the usual ways, quick meals and keeping their guard up. How soon before the King knew? Hopefully awhile, since they would not find out until the princess failed to show up. Of course that process might be sped along when they made port, it would be a difficult task, getting their gold and handing over the princess while still keeping their lives. Hopefully he could avoid that messy part of business.

It took him under a minute to finish the turkey leg he held, tossing it onto the pile of scraps he had created. More food was piled on his plate and he stood up, picking up the plate as he went. "A midnight snack." He said with a grin and headed towards the door. "Come, I've some ale in my cabin, and the captain wont want to see you here when he returns." Would Ariel be willing to leave the princess behind? So far she hadn't seemed all that concerned about the girls survival, but he may have misjudged the situation.

Opening the door of Clark's cabin, he noticed one of the more burly looking sailors outside. "Davey, stuck on guard duty?" He teased, laughing as he shoved a turkey leg into the man's hand. Guarding a princess, not the most noble job for a pirate. He made his way down the hall and all but kicked open the door to his cabin, expecting Ariel to have followed. The plate clattered as he dropped it onto a sideboard, nearly spilling the mountain of food he had piled on it. Now that he was standing he felt a bit light-headed, the space seeming to spin as he stood there. He reached out, grabbing anything he could to steady himself.

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Old 06-09-2016, 03:26 AM

The windy sea air cleared Clark's mind a bit. Maybe the room was a little bit stuffier than he thought. Maybe he didn't have to be so cruel to her. Despite the fact that she would return home regardless, he couldn't help but feel rather shitty about her situation. If he was in her shoes, he probably would've reacted the same way. Stopping in his tracks, he cursed himself for seeing the situation in her eyes. This was something he learned to push away to be successful as a pirate.

The rest of his men noticed him walk around and yelled in congratulations, most of them with bottles of ales in hand, which reminded him of the secret stash that the serving girl talked about. And what was that wink about? Clark would have to keep his guard up around her, although it seemed as if Gerard would have more trouble with her. 'Better him than me, I suppose.' He decided to toss one of his apples to the younger crew members, some of them taking enough responsibility to keep the ship running. Better to have them learn young.

After a round around the ship, making sure that they were on course, Clark returned to his quarters, clapping Davey on the shoulder for a good job before he closed the door. Gerard and the serving girl had gone, probably knocking each other up in their quarters, but the princess was still there. Stock silent. It almost scared him. Scratching his head, he approached her and sat in the same chair. The food began to get cold.

"Princess," the coldness left his voice. "I'll make you a deal. I probably should've started off with this but, if we keep you for a few days, and get a good enough ransom and such, I'll leave you alone. I can't promise you a room by yourself; I don't trust my men enough to leave you alone. I won't touch you, my men won't touch you, all until we get this all sorted out. Entangling myself with royal affairs wasn't my strong point. I'm only hoping to get out of this alive.. and with a little more treasure of course."


Ariel shook her head as Gerard continued to stuff more food into his gut. She guessed he was sick of eating small meals, especially on a pirate ship. What kind of mindset did he have, that he would rather deal with the damage later than reassess it firsthand? It was almost...refreshing to say the least. 'Ah, why am I thinking that of a pirate?' she thought, looking over at Rose, who just remained silent. Her heart went out to her, but she had to serve herself first and foremost. Now that the circumstances changed, she could feel as if she was justified in taking this approach. Ariel felt the guilt creep up her throat, but that was something she could deal with later.

When the captain left and Gerard motioned for her to follow him, Ariel stood up, ready to leave the savory smelling room, but paused. The guilt came back with a vengeance; she couldn't leave her mistress. But would she give up her possible freedom for that? The turmoil in her made Ariel want to throw up. She ran over to the princess and held her hands together, careful with the bruise. She looked into her eyes, hoping that her worries for her was clear enough. Giving her a small squeeze, she left, fighting back tears. It was the first time she had gone against a mistress or master of hers, and the loss of direction made her chest feel heavy.

Once she entered Gerard's cabin, she swallowed whatever feelings she had to pay attention to him. She held him by the arms as he steadied himself. "There, there..." Ariel helped him move to his cot, refusing to lay him down because of the food he just ate. "Not good for your stomach, and probably worse for your wound right now."

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Old 06-09-2016, 10:56 AM

The maid had tried to comfort her, but what comfort was there in her leaving, to be with a brutish man anyways? A friend she was not, Rose mused to herself. The shock of being all alone in this hadn't quite hit her, so she kept up her silent vigil, waiting any moment for someone, most likely the captain, to return. As if summoned by the thought he strode through the door, his little speech barely registering in her mind.

What could she possibly say to that? His promise meant nothing to her, if he didn't want to be tangled in this then he should have never boarded her ship! She wanted to say so, but she wouldn't give in. If an hour of silence already had him talking to her in a more calm manner, than perhaps the rest of the evening in silence might do wonders for his brutish attitude. It would also be a good time for her to collect her thoughts and calm herself down. It took near all of her energy just to control the trembles, the sobs. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to her in her young life, it was terrifying and she didn't know how to handle it.

Unable to look at him she looked at her hands folded in her lap, the angry bruise a reminder of why she shouldn't trust any of them. Chestnut ringlets fell in her face but she didn't move to brush them away. What did it matter? She was sure she looked a fright, she could feel that her hair had come loose from many of it's pins, her dress was wrinkled and she was pretty sure there was blood along the hem. It wasn't only on the outside things were so wrong. How could people like the captain and his crew exist in the world? How had she gone eighteen years without hearing a single word of the evil that lurked in the ocean, the ocean she had been so excited to sea, to sail across. Why hadn't her father warned her?

===

Gerard grunted and dropped down onto his cot, sitting back against the wall, is boots thumping on the wooden planks. His cabin wasn't large by any means, but it was better than what the other men slept in, hammocks and cots crowded together. He had room for a cot, a chest lashed to the wall, a few built in compartments, mostly empty as he had few possessions of his own. The linens on the cot were stained, but mostly clean, the pillow a bit lumpy, but who was he to complain?

When was the last time he had felt so out of sorts? He drank often, that was for sure, but he was a man who could hold his drink. It must be the blood loss clouding his mind, making him stumble about like a fool. Still, who could complain when he had a pretty woman to tend to him, rather than the grisly cook who would probably carve him up and make it far worse.

He pointed towards a door built into the woodwork, the third from the right and just above the floor. "Ale. It is a tad watery, but it'll do." He grumbled, knowing they probably should clean the wound once more, and he wouldn't miss the chance for a drink. Already the effects of the ale earlier seemed to wear off, taken away by the pain in his chest, which had only gotten worse since he stopped eating. Perhaps because he was no longer distracted. He struggled to lean over and pull of the leather boots he worse, the strain on his chest making him wince with each movement.

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Old 06-09-2016, 03:39 PM

Clark leaned in until he could look at the princess' face. He could see the ringlets close again, this time in a much calmer light. He breathed in deeply, and wondered why women like her smelled like fair flowers, a good change from the stench the ship emanates. He got up, getting himself away from his thoughts, and gathered a cup. His men placed barrels of freshwater along with the food in his room, and he grabbed a cup to hand it to her.

"Drink it. You're going to cry yourself to thirst. Wine won't do wonders for you at this age, I gather, but there's always a start to everything."


"No ale 'til I patch this up," Ariel clucked, pushing him down to stop his movements, even for a moment. She had grabbed a bucket of water before she entered and probably would have gotten more bandages if she knew where the men put the medicine chest. At least she could clean out the wound. She thought for a little bit on whether the ale would help staunch it, but with how much Gerard moves, she doubts it. Inflicting minimal pain on him would be fun, though, but now he would expect it the next time. So, no ale.

"Don't move," she warned, unwrapping the bandage around him to see that some of the stitches were frayed. With a small sigh, she unwrapped the bandage and cleaned the rest of the blood out, pressing down on the wound. "It'll hurt a bit. I truly don't think the ale is doing you any good." Ariel washed the bandage and wrapped it around him again, even tighter than last. She looked up at him and saw the pain lining his face. "Sorry I don't have anything for that but if you'd just listened to me... I'll restitch the wound once I find the medicines."

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Old 06-09-2016, 06:27 PM

He was right, of course. Rose should drink, his dry mouth all but begged her at this point, but she didn't want to give in. He had sunk her hopes and dreams with that ship, as well as her new furry friend. Just that thought alone brought more tears to her eyes, she hadn't truly known loss before, why would she? Her family had always been healthy and strong. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding by the tears that did no good. They didn't sway him, he was cold and uncaring she and wished ill upon him.

Yet, despite all the strength she told herself she possessed, she took the offered cup of water, holding it tightly between both hands and bringing it to her rosy lips. She sipped at it, it was cool and fresh and eased the burn in her throat on its way down. She mumbled something akin to a thank you, her manners something she hadn't forgotten despite the situation. It took all her energy to sit so calmly, to not yell at him, fighting him, rail on him for his actions today, knowing it would do little good. What she couldn't stop was the tremble in her hands, for each ounce of anger in her body, there was equal fear, she was afraid of her fate on this ship, of what would become of her after all of this. Her thoughts taking a dark turn, she forgot to grip the cup, it slipped from her hands, the remaining water spilling into her lap and dripping to the floor. In the quiet room the cup was loud as it clattered across the planks and she cringed. Stunned into stillness she didn't react, after her outburst with the wine, she wasn't sure how he would take this.

===

Giving up on making himself comfy, he allowed her to work with minimal protests, barely feeling her touch on his skin. It stung when she tended to the wound, he grimaced when he looked down at the cut, it didn't look so bad, but the mess he'd made of the stitches sure didn't help anything. He felt bad that she had gone through so much work and he ruined it in his gluttonous state.

Was his cabin unusually warm? It felt like it. He could hear Ariel talking, if only she wouldn't take to him from the other side of them room. His eyes tried to focus, she was right in front of him? It seemed strange and his blinked a few times trying to clear the fog that covered his mind. She had said no more ale, but he felt like he had drank an entire bottle. She needed the medicines? He caught that bit of her speech and he managed to bang on the wall behind him, slamming his fist against the wooden planks. He grunted at the effort, but continued until the door of his cabin groaned when it was opened, the burly sailor from earlier peaking in. "Davey, lass here needs access to that doctorin' chest that we brought on. I'm sure cook has already taken charge of it, but he can spare a bit o' supplies for me. Show her where to find it, eh?" His words were slurred a bit, as if he was drunk, and he struggled to make sentences. He must have managed well enough because the silent man nodded and motioned towards Ariel to follow him. Cook wouldn't be happy about someone else doing the doctoring on the ship, but he wasn't letting that butcher anywhere near him.

And while she was busy with that, he figured it wouldn't hurt from him to get a bit of shut eye. He groaned at the effort it took to even think about laying down and instead he just rested his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. It would have to do for now.

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Old 06-09-2016, 09:43 PM

Clark did nothing but just breathe a sigh of relief when the princess accepted her cup. It wouldn't help to have a dead princess. He would've been chased out of every port if that ever happened. He looked over at the food and took a bite of turkey that he left on his plate, washing it down with some wine from another bottle. Aged wine was the best; he couldn't remember the last time he had such good wine.

His relief lasted only too short, though, as he heard a cup clatter to the floor. Clark looked over and the princess had dropped the cup, although he couldn't tell if it was from defiance or just defeat. He guessed that it was the latter. He got up, wiped his hands on his suit and picked the cup off the floor. Maybe being so cruel wasn't the best approach. "You must be tired," he mused, his voice soft, so unlike the one he used with her at her previous outburst. "You can change out of your clothes and I'll leave the room, if you want some privacy. As for other means of clothing, I'm sure your serving girl will be able to track it down somewhere on the ship."

At least the rest of his men weren't there to watch him deal with her this way.


Seeing Gerard slip into unconsciousness felt like a bad sign to Ariel. She slapped (more like patted) his face a bit, needing him to stay awake just in case anything hurt. It didn't seem like he would respond much if something was hurting, and that was almost inhuman to her. When he called out for Davey, the nervousness in her stomach quelled a bit, but leaving him alone to find the medicine cabinet made her hesitate. 'It would only be a few minutes...,' she thought to herself, not wanting to learn the repercussions of her being unable to take care of the captain's first mate.

Davey led her through throngs of drunk pirates, some of them singing shanties and others quietly muttering to themselves. The stench on the ship was almost atrocious; it made her want to vomit whatever food she managed to eat. The big, burly man was silent as he led her through the ship. Ariel made sure to remember where certain places were but it was difficult with how dark it had already gotten outside. He led her down to where the kitchen was, muttered a few words on how she needed the medicines. The Cook gave her a look once over, and Ariel squarely looked at him in the eyes. She only realized then how difficult it would be to hold her own when she's constantly surrounded by men. Davey found the medicines, despite the cook's protests, and led her back to Gerard.

Ariel nodded a small thank you to him, thinking that maybe not all pirates were brutish and overbearing.

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Old 06-09-2016, 11:36 PM

What was with the change in his demeanor? He was suddenly being nice to her, and while she wanted to trust him, she didn't feel she could. Was this all a ruse to gain her trust only to destroy her? That wouldn't surprise her at this point. She wondered when she had become so cynical, she had never before thought so badly of people.

She would take whatever kindness she could get at this point. When he left her on her own she hurried and stood against the door, not wanting anyone to burst in while she was less than presentable. It was a struggle for her reach behind her and undo the buttons, people normally dressed her. She managed to get a few of the pearl buttons at the top undone, it wasn't much she but could wiggle and work it down her shoulders. Her chest gave enough to even slip the fabric over that, but her hips were another store. Frustrated she stomped her slippered foot and pushed on the layers of fabric.

What could she do? She wasn't about to ask for help. As she shifted the fabric she realized it would turn, and she managed to turn the entire dress around enough to undo a few more buttons and squeeze out of it. The layers of fabrics dropped to a heap on the floor and she pushed them aside, wanting nothing more than to throw the filthy dress overboard. Petticoats followed and soon she was only in her linen shift. It had been warm on the ship so she had resorted to the thinner shifts, at which point she regretted because she felt totally exposed.

Worried that the captain could return at anytime she hurried and dove into the bed, pulling the covers up to her neck. It felt strange, being in a man's bed, but she wasn't about to sleep on the floor. It smelled strange, not bad, but just... different. The bed wasn't very soft, but it would have to do. Already she felt tired and rested her head, closing her eyes.

===

Gerard had woken up a few times, but hadn't been able to stay conscience for long. A sweat had broken out on his forehead, which he knew wasn't a good thing but Ariel was off gathering supplies and he couldn't leave his bed. Hopefully she returned soon, with some ale. Didn't a fever usually mean an infection? Oh, he hoped not, a filthy ship was not a good place to deal with an infection.

The room seemed to be spinning, and all the food he had scarfed down threatened to come up a few times, but he held back. No, he wasn't about to be sick all over his cabin, not when he was in no condition to clean it up. He swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, it came away damp and he groaned. Where was the girl? She better not have run off. It'd be a foolish thing to do, considering he was her best bet at survival.

In one of his more lucid moments he tried to kick his boots off, struggling to reach the laces without putting too much strain on his chest. It wasn't going well. "Fuckin' hell." He grumbled to himself, his fingers not working to undo the laces.

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Old 06-10-2016, 02:03 AM

Clark promptly left her after, standing alongside another member of his crew who refused to drink the watered down ale they brought back. Sedgewick motioned towards his room, giving the captain a little nudge and a wink. He rolled his eyes and told him to lighten up on the sails as it started to get dark pretty quickly. No use in them going at such a fast pace in the cool night air. It was still a celebratory time, even though he mostly felt otherwise.

After a sizeable time has passed, he knocked on the door and entered. Clark saw the princess in just her shift on his bed. He thought that she would object to sleeping in a man's bed, unmarried, but he figured that she was incredibly tired. Gone through a whole lot that day. He called in to some of his crew to clear out the food from the table, hoping that the cook would continue with this lavish eating before they were subjected to their usual fare. Some of the men looked over at the bed and at the sleeping princess but kept their comments to themselves when Clark glared at them, his eyes seemed devoid of any feeling.

Once they were left alone, he simply took off his outer jacket and laid it on a chair. He didn't have much clothes to change out of, and he usually slept alone on a bed unless they were at port. Clark neared his bed, still a bit bothered by the fact that he had a girl in his bed, one he couldn't really have fun with. He looked over her small body, and how the ringlets still framed her face. Very soft and supple, much unlike the women he touched. Shaking his head, he left the room to check on the ship. The other members of the crew were readying themselves to get back to their cabins, a little more than a few of them drunk. Those who stayed up appreciated Clark's diligence, who sometimes stayed up with them most nights.

He couldn't remember the last time he's had a good night's sleep.


Ariel got back in Gerard's cabin, only to see him sweating. She frowned and placed a cold hand on his warm and damp forehead. Damn. A fever. She instinctively bit the inside of her mouth, trying to work out what she could do to reduce the fever. She could make him sweat more, letting the heat run its course. From the chest, she picked out cayenne pepper and broke off a piece of a ginger root. She peeked outside the door and called for Davey, eliciting looks from other pirates who now realized that there were a couple of girls on board. Terribly bad luck for pirate ships.

She told him to place the two ingredients in boiling water and to get it back to her in a large mug preferably. Ariel quelled the worried look on Davey's face by telling him that what this would make would make Gerard feel a whole lot better. If it helped, they would be putting in the ingredients, not her. After she closed the door, she went back to tend to Gerard. She frowned as he tried to get his shoes off. "Stop that," she quickly took his boots off, seeing that he would rather mess around than stay still. "Your stitches went undone because you refused to listen to me." Now she knew how frustrated doctors got when their patients do the opposite of what they tell them to do.

Ariel reached for more string and a needle, and after telling him one more time to stay still, took the fraying string from his chest and pierced his skin again, making sure that the sewing was more secure this time. All she had to do afterward was take a new roll of bandages to wrap around him, and then she was basically done. If he would listen to her, that is.

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Old 06-10-2016, 11:45 AM

It hadn't taken long for Rose to fall asleep, the days events had completely and understandably worn her out. Even her concern at being in a mans bed has lost out to the draw of sleep, and once she was asleep there was no going back. Even the intrusion of the Captain and his crew didn't wake her, nothing truly would when she was sleeping. It was a habit formed of necessity, unless she wished to rise when the servants were about the house, stoking fires and preparing her chambers for the day, she had learned to sleep through the noise and activity.

Her mother had always commented on her, she made no noise as she slept, and moved very little, she would often come in the middle of the night just to make sure she was still breathing, fearing the worst. Yet that had never truly been a fear before, not waking up, her life in the castle was safe, protected, and she hadn't known about the evils beyond the walls. It is easy to rest quietly when one didn't have nightmares. Visions of blood and carnage filled her sleep and she whimpered and turned in the bed, trying to escape them but unable to wake. Then they would go and she'd be left in a dreamless state, still once more.

The cycle of horror and nothingness continued, she'd whimper, moans, and cry out for a moment before relaxing back into her sleep as if it hadn't happened. The warmth of the room, of her activity, had her all but throwing the blanket back, the long linen shift twisted around her pale legs.

===

At some point Ariel had returned, her face blurred in front of his and he struggled to focus on it. She had removed his boots, then there was a tugging sensation, a pain in his chest and he wanted to fight it off but he couldn't. His mind was foggy and he couldn't concentrate on anything around him, no matter how hard he tried. The cabin was so warm, and kept spinning, something he was sure it hadn't been doing earlier that morning.

Soft fingers wrapped something around him, it was snug and seemed to help dull the pain. He all but sighed in relief and closed his eyes, trying hard to break free from whatever held him. "Bastard got me good." He grumbled, his head banging back against the wall as he leaned back. He remembered being slashed by the guard, taking the princess, being tended to by her maid, but all of it blurred together and could have happened today or three years ago, he wasn't entirely sure.

He opened his eyes once more, the room was a little clearer. He looked at Ariel and grinned, "Aye, yer a sight better to look at than Cook." He laughed at that, a deep laugh that shook his body and pained his chest. Perhaps that hadn't been a good idea. "Not feelin' quite the thing, lass. Help me to just lie down..." He groaned, trying to force himself to lie down on the cot. Some sleep should help him feel normal once more, surely. He had managed to get onto his side, his back against the wall. He patted the bed, a sad attempt at a leer on his face. "Yer welcome to join me."

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Old 06-10-2016, 03:52 PM

Clark eventually made his way back to his cabin, suddenly exhausted from what they did that day. The moaning and groaning coming from the princess slightly scared him a bit, relieved when she stopped. Yet, it happened a few times that night, which added to his restless sleep. He hadn't changed from when he left his cabin, and he just sat outside the large porthole, the moon reflected in the slowly rolling water. It was going to be a long week, he thought, as he slowly dozed off. The last thing he saw was the princess fast asleep on his bed.

"Shh..." Ariel got up when there was a small knock on the door. Davey came back with a steaming mug of whatever she asked him to put in it. With a small nod of thanks and a smile, she closed the door. "Here. Drink this," she prodded, helping Gerard up first before she struggled to pour some of the drink down his throat. "It'll be a little spicy...but it'll help with your fever." The mug proved to be too big for him to gulp all at once but any amount helps, at least.

At his comment, she instinctively smiled. But at his suggestion, the rest of the cot looked inviting, but she would rather sleep on the floor than right next to a sick person unfortunately. "I'll just be down here. I'm sure my mistress is fast asleep right now and there's no other place for me. Don't fret about me, I still need to take care of you of course." After Ariel cleared out the things she pulled out from medicine cabinet and proceeded to get comfy. "I've slept in worse places."

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Old 06-10-2016, 06:43 PM

The captain would surely not be pleased to find out his new captive was not only prissy, prim, proper, and all that you could expect of a princess, but also not a morning person. Or a being awake in general person, it would seem. It wasn't uncommon for her to sleep for twelve hours on a regular night, after a party or an exciting day she had been known to sleep for sixteen or more, spending most of the day tucked away in bed. Of course it hadn't mattered before, she was a princess with a private suite that she was free to do what she wished in, not jobs to attend to, no one to tell her she must be awake and doing otherwise. She wasn't about to let her kidnapping get in the way.

At one point she had awoken, her eyes hadn't adjusted to the cabin but she didn't see any signs of the captain. Perhaps he found himself somewhere else to sleep, a more proper arrangement. Fixing her shift and blankets she curled back up and returned to her slumber as if it was nothing. It was to be envied, her ability to fall asleep so quickly and stay asleep through most things. Her hair had come unpinned and the chestnut curls were wild, spread across the pillow. There was a smudge of dirt across her brow, something she would not be pleased to know was there, and her eyes, despite the amount of sleep she was in the process of still getting, were ringed with black circles. She wouldn't look or feel much like a princess come morning.

===

He wanted to spit up the disgusting concoction she had forced down his throat, it only made him thirsty and feel like his mouth was on fire. He groaned and his eyes rolled back, struggling to focus on anything but how terrible he felt at that moment. Was she trying to kill him? It sure felt like it, yet she didn't seem like it... he didn't think she'd risk it while stuck on the ship with these men who wouldn't believe her, even if it was an accident.

Gerard grumbled in response, he wanted to reach out, to have her comfort him in what he was sure were his last few hours. To be done in by a pansy in metal armour was one of the worst fates he could imagine, but at least they had taken out the King's ship. That was a small comfort to him. He couldn't protest her choice to sleep on the floor, because blackness came to claim him and he fell into a restless, fever induced sleep. He continued to sweat and curse, even while he slept, but he didn't move much, his body too sore, the pain too great, which was good for his stitches at least.

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Old 06-10-2016, 09:41 PM

Clark sometimes woke up during the night, and those few times he saw the princess toss and turn over on the bed. His sleep was dreamless, and he often preferred it that way. Once the sun came up and its rays touched his eyes, he was awake. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he looked over at the princess again, remembering that he hadn't gotten her name yet. Maybe today was a good day to ask.

He got up, stretched a bit and sauntered over to his bed, where she lay almost comfortably on. Too bad his bed wasn't as clean as they would be at the palace, he thought, and took note of her curls going astray all over his pillows. He brushed a few curls out of the way and stroked her face a little. He made sure not to wake her up, and bit the inside of his mouth. He can't be having thoughts like this when she would go away eventually. A few of his men brought in breakfast food, still from the royal ship's coffers. He quickly turned away and told them to put up the sails, hoping to get some wind as the sun goes up. The rest of the crew basically milled about, some with nasty hangovers and others eager to get going.

Clark sat at the table, getting himself a bottle of watered down ale (which he hoped the serving girl would change out) and opened one of his maps. According to his calculations, they had a little over six days left before they arrived at port. He figured what they got from the ship would be enough to suffice for that time. He lit a pipe for himself, not caring whether the princess was in the room, and pored over the rest of the maps, trying to figure out where the king was in relation to them.


Ariel made herself get comfy, making sure that Gerard was asleep and comfy himself. The drink will make him uncomfortable for a few hours, but that's to be expected. Sleeping with a fever is probably one of the most uncomfortable sensations out there. She could easily fall asleep, but that also meant that she easily woke up. Her attention was divided between her own self and Gerard's. Her eyes fluttered open every once in a while, usually because he was turning and tossing in his sleep. Sometimes, she got up to help him drink more of the hot drink and to wipe away his sweat. She had dipped a couple of rags in the bucket next to her and laid the damp cloths across his forehead to cool him down.

Needless to say, she was basically up all night tending to him save for a half hour of sleep here and there. She could see the sun come up through the porthole that Gerard's cabin had and took a deep breath. Ariel wished to see to the morning sea air at least. She wasn't the least bit tired, the anxiety of being on a pirate ship basically fueling her. That also meant that she would crash sometime soon but she wasn't concerned about that at the moment.

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Old 06-11-2016, 12:18 AM

Why did it seem so bright? The maids knew to never open the curtains until she was ready to wake. A groan escaped her and she grabbed the pillow, pulling out from under her and threw it in the general direction the light seemed to be coming from. "Close the curtains, I am not ready to wake." She had tried to sound regal and commanding, but it was stuck somewhere between a whine and a growl. Despite the outburst she pulled the blanket over her head and turned towards the wall, it was easy enough to fall back asleep and so she did.

===

The night had been a horrible one, he had woken far too many times, had a horrible drink forced down his throat, he was sure he had thrown it up once or twice and simply laid in the mess, his fever had raged and he was soaked in sweat, and his chest hurt with each movement. It was a miracle he didn't launch himself off the ship last night to free himself from the torment. Though all through the night a gentle voice and hand had managed to sooth him and return him to his fitful slumber.

Sun hit his face and he groaned and tried to cover his eyes, but bringing his arm up that high only had him cursing under his breath in pain. He looked around the room until he saw Ariel, "Ah, a much bett-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off as he coughed, his hand going to his chest as if to hold the stitches in place. "Forgive me lass, I must look a fright." He threw his head back onto the pillow. At least he didn't completely feel like he was dying, that had to be a step in the right direction. A mischievous grin crossed his face, "Seein' as I'm miserable and all, and quite injured, anyways you could see to giving me a nice sponge bath?" It took all his effort not to laugh at that, he looked out of the corner of her eyes to see her reaction. If anything she should be glad he was at least alive and able to make a joke.

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Old 06-11-2016, 02:36 AM

Clark turned his head to the sound of her voice. He laughed under his breath, putting the pipe down after a smoke or two. He peered over her and mused, "Sorry, princess, but you're not where you think you are." He sat next to her on the bed, readying himself for some sort of tantrum or overreaction from her. It had only been a day and she thought she was back home. He guessed she could treat all of this as just a dream. He would probably do the same, if he were in her shoes.

Clark could wake her up but he figured she was better off asleep until he figures out how and what to do about her. If she was hungry, there was already food on the table, and his room was stocked with enough books and such to keep her entertained, if need be.


Ariel had dozed off in the few minutes after the sun came up. She was leaning against his cot, with a damp rag in hand as his voice roused her from her short sleep again. She turned around to prepare to wipe him down but there he was, wide awake. Seeing that he felt a lot better than before, she smiled. One of her more genuine smiles, only because she knew that she was able to make him feel better. Maybe she could take this up as another profession, but lately people wanted certification of such matters.

At the mention of a sponge bath and a smile, Ariel snorted. "It's good to see you're all better... Gerard, is it?" She got up and stretched a bit, her muscles a bit aching from sitting against such hard surfaces. "I might take you up on that offer, but we'll see," she mused, adding a little wink. Better work her charms now that he's lucid enough to notice.

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Old 06-11-2016, 11:40 AM

Rose felt the dip in the bed and groaned, pulling the blanket tighter around her. "I do not want to get up, Maman." She all but whined while reaching and swatting behind her. Everything felt strange, the bed coverings more scratchy, she was only in her shift father than nightgown, and the room smelt stale and smokey, not of lavender and sage like at home.

In haze of sleepiness she rolled over, throwing the covers back and yawning. She opened her mouth to say something, but her words were cut off as she focused on a very male figure, rather than that of her pretty mother. Why was this man in her bed? She wanted to scream but nothing would come out. It was difficult to gain traction as she tried to scramble up the bed, away from him, backing herself into the corner.

Her chestnut curls were a bit wild, fanning about her head, and she struggled to cross her arms over his chest, which felt exposed in the thin linen shift. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked with a frown. It had come back to her, her ship being destroyed by this brutes and them kidnapping her. How could she of forgotten?

===

"Aye, lass. Name's Gerard, same as my father, and his father, and so on. I wouldn't go so far as to say better, but alive." He grunted as he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the cot. He normally had duties to attend to, but surely the captain would forgive him considering his injuries. Even if he wanted to, he wasn't sure he'd be much help, considering already the room was spinning before him.

Her words surprised him and he narrowed his eyes. She didn't strike him as the type to flirt, so what was her game? Survival, probably. If she played her cards right and was kept in here, she wouldn't be left to the crew. Smart girl. "Do not go gettin' my hopes up, lass." He grinned, enjoying at least the bit of banter between the two of them. When was the last time he had bothered with that? Actually, there was no time before, he kept to the whores at port, not ladies maids to a princess. Not that she seemed like the blushing maid sort. His stomach growled, distracting him from his thoughts.

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Old 06-11-2016, 03:48 PM

Clark frowned. "Telling you to wake up? The sun's been up for hours already, unless royalty aren't held to some type of schedule." He got up from the bed and walked over to the princess. He knelt down, not minding whatever linen shift she was wearing (although if he had to be honest, he had shot a glance or two while she was asleep) and sighed. "I'd rather you not make such of a fuss while you're on my ship," he mused, pointing over to the food on the table. He told her about breakfast but then asked her if she could point out where her father lived. It was a while since he got involved in such affairs and lately his mental map was only composed of ports and tropical islands to hide out in.

He warned her that if she lied, it would be a waste of supplies and funds, and who knows what else would hit this ship on the way. "I can't guarantee your safety while we're at the mercy of the waves, but I'm probably the best protection you could have during this whole thing."

"Please, go ahead and eat."


Ariel took note of his demeanor as he tried to get himself off his bed. "I should pro'lly say the same to you," she quipped. She tidied up a room a bit, dumping what's left of the bucket and the drink out the porthole. She got a whiff of the salty air and stood there a moment to breathe it in. It was a scent that she hadn't encountered in weeks, if you didn't count port smells. This smell was devoid of land, just pure, salty water. Closing the porthole, she moved the medicine chest to a corner of the room and told Gerard that if anyone else wanted to be treated, they could be directed to her. She'll do whatever to get in all their good graces, however that may be.

"We should probably get you something to eat, getcha' strength up." She offered a hand after she placed one on his forehead, checking for the fever. It seemed to have gone down, but anything could happen. "Hold on, before that.." Ariel knelt down in line with his chest to check on the stitches. They looked like they were intact, but to make sure, she ran a finger through them, lightly touching his skin. Her face is furrowed in concern, but they looked like they would hold for now. "Alright, let's see if we can get some food."

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Old 06-12-2016, 01:15 AM

The idea of food was less than appealing, but Rose climbed from the bed anyways, pulling the blanket with her, wrapping it around her small frame for what little modesty she could manage. "Please have your men send in my chest so I may dress." She tried to keep her voice calm and unaffected, free from the haughty way she knew she sometimes sounded. This captain didn't seem keen on taking or following orders, even from a princess, and while she felt he should, she didn't feel she was in much of a position to argue with him.

Sitting down at the table she leaned over the maps, her curls falling to the table. She muttered in annoyance, knowing her hair would be difficult to manage since it had not been braided before she went to sleep. Throwing her hair back she worked to make sense of the maps, she had seen some before in her studies, so she wasn't completely lost. Scanning the words she looked for something familiar, and when she found it she traced from it, finding the next familiar thing, until she managed to find the place on the map. Home. The thought brought tears to her eyes, all her fears rising once more. Would she be accepted back into the family? Her father loved her, she knew that, but he hated scandal more than anything else. How would he react to know she had been kidnapped by pirates? He would never believe her innocent again, which would make marriage difficult, and embarrass her father greatly. Even the King could not hide from gossip.

"I wish I would have sunk with my ship..." She mumbled to herself, even if she only half felt that way. There was still so much she wanted to accomplish in life, to see and do, but this had not been in her plans. She tried to paste a smile onto her face when she looked up from the map, it failed miserably. "Here." Was all she could get out, pointing lamely to a place on the map, a large city and port near the very sea the traveled on. She had only been a weeks journey from home when all of this happened.

===

Gerard wasn't willing to admit that he felt weaker than a kitten and that he was sure if he stood he would collapse. Leaning back against the wall, he watched her closely in her inspected, a shiver running through him at her light touch. It was a welcome feeling among the aches and pains he felt.

"You go to the captain, steal some of the good stuff I know he's hiding, and bring it back to me. I'm feelin' like I'm owed a day off." He would have to play it cool, let them think it was laziness rather than the inability to even function at this point. Hopefully she would buy it as well, while he didn't mind her company, he wasn't in the mood for fussing and more doctoring.

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Old 06-12-2016, 03:02 AM

Clark eyed her as she made her way to the table where he placed the maps. "I'll see if I can find this chest of yours, maybe get your serving girl to find it somewhere on the ship," he mused, getting up and following her to the table. He had a bite of some bread as he puffed on his pipe again, the smoke dissipating as it hit the maps. The princess pointed out where she lived. Victoria Landing. Of course. It was one of the more wealthier ports, one of those that Clark would rather stray away from if it wasn't for a proliferating black market.

He heard her mumble and he couldn't quite get what she said. While he could care less, it was the forlorn look on her face when she looked at him that made his chest hurt a bit. Where had he seen that expression before? Clark shook his head and dimly looked up when the door opened, serving girl in sight.

"You, go fetch her chest of clothes or something," Clark commanded. When he heard that Gerard was feeling better, he could feel his shoulders slump out of relief. He wasn't for losing his first mate to some fancy guard. He turned to look at the girl and waved her along, telling her that she could get the food once the princess got her clothes. He guessed that she was probably cold with just that to wear. Spying the rest of her dirty clothes in the corner, he asked the princess, "What do you want to do with 'em?"


Ariel placed her hands on her hips, her eyes wandering over him again before she deemed him acceptable to be left alone for a few minutes. She had to admit, staying in the same room can make one go crazy after a while, and she was already feeling it only after a few hours! "Hmm. Alright, he better thank me for doing such a good 'un on you." After she made sure everything was where it should be, she left the room. Seeing Davey on her way to the captain's quarters, she gave him a small, polite nod and a smile. 'There's "good" pirates. In a sense of the word.'

The rest of the men were getting the sails up and munching on some of the vegetables and turkey legs that they still had from the royal ship. A few of them eyed her as she made her way, but she made sure that she kept her head high. Ariel made sure to shoot back her nastiest looks when a few dared to grab her skirts. A few of the men backed down when they realized that she came out of Gerard's room. There. There was the kind of immunity she wanted to have.

She knocked on the captain's doors and entered, nodding to another burly man who was positioned in front of the door. Ariel saw the two of them poring over a map, with a table full of food next to them. Her stomach grumbled at the sight, and she bowed a bit to the captain before she told him that she was there to procure food for Gerard. "He's doing much better. Gave me a fright when a fever jumped outta nowhere," she mused, looking over at the princess. She was only in her linens and Ariel thought she saw the princess' chest when she looked for the medicine chest with Davey. At the captain's command, she nodded and left, searching the ship for the huge, ornate chest that was difficult to miss.

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Old 06-12-2016, 04:13 AM

"Burn it, toss it overboard. It matters not. I will not be reminded of the event that ruined my life." This time she couldn't hide the snarky tone, no mater how hard she tried. It was a not-so-subtle jab at him, while also serving as the truth. The food in front of her made her want to gag and she hurried to stand, squeezing past the captain and climbing back onto the bed. She didn't want to eat, or chat, or any of those things he seemed to expect of her. She wanted to cry and hide away in a corner until she was with her family once more.

Ariel had been in for a moment, sent on an errand to find some of her clothing, but offering her no sympathy, no comfort. Never before had she felt alone, but the feeling was creeping up on her now as she tried to ignore the imposing captain in the room. When would he tire of her theatrics? With each pout, outburst, and show of defiance she surely made him angry and only sealed her fate more. Oh if only she could control it! How was supposed to help the fact that she was tired, angry, sad, and sick all at one time without a cure in sight. A yawn escaped her at that thought, at least there was one thing she could solve, but the captain didn't seem too happy about how much she had slept.

===

With Ariel gone for a moment he risked trying to stand. His knees buckled and he struggled to just stay on his feet, taking a step seemed out of the question. Why did his feet tingle so much? He could hardly feel them, a sensation he was not used to. It must be an effect of his injuries, it would fade soon and he'd be back to drinking and ordering about the crew. He wanted to be up on deck, smelling the fresh sea air, working alongside the crew. And drinking. Everything seemed to be back to drinking, even perhaps the reason he had been injured in the fight, considering the amount of drink he had indulged in that morning.

His quest to stand was quickly abandoned and he returned to his spot on the cot, all he had to show for his efforts was droplets of sweat on his brow and a larger thirst than before. What was taking that lass so long? His stomach growled in reminder of his hunger, and he found himself strangely wondering if she was alright out there among the crew. They were rowdy after a haul, and this was a big haul... He cursed himself for his inability to do anything, as well as the fact that he cared.

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Old 06-12-2016, 09:12 PM

Overboard it is. Clark gathered up the clothes, knowing that they most likely didn't have a means to wash them other than the salty sea around them. Fresh water would only be used for food and drink. He gave them to another one of his crew, going by the name of Barclay. "Toss 'em overboard, will ye? Or keep 'em, I don't care as long as they're out of me sight," he ordered, Barclay giving him a nod. Until they reach port, all the crew has to do is survive pretty much.

He finished off the piece of bread he was eating and sat at the table, slightly concerned that the princess would just simply go back to sleep at times like this. Whatever. As long as he didn't have to deal with her, he mused to himself. A few minutes of silence pass, and then the serving girl came back with the princess' chest of clothes. Clark was astounded at the size.


Davey trailed behind Ariel as the scoured the ship for the chest. She was sure that the princess would be in a better mood once she gets into some actual clothes. As she searched high and low, she wondered if the captain tried to have his way with her. It was a question that got her into more of a nosy mood, but she figured that she'd see the answer soon enough. The rest of the crew mostly left her alone, save for a few that decided to take their chances. Oftentimes, Davey shot them a look that made them back down.

They got to the place where they found the medicine chest and found the princess' clothes chest among the rest of the spoils. Unfortunately, the chest was too heavy for her to lift herself (although it seemed like she could back at the royal ship, but only at the heat of moment) and Davey was more than happy to haul it back to the captain's quarters. "What's in 'ere... cannonballs?" he asked, truly perplexed as to how clothes could weigh this much. With a small laugh, she walked him back to the room, where he set the chest down. "Here, now if you'll excuse me.." With that, Ariel looked over at the princess and gathered some food for Gerard. She could probably get a bite later; he was first priority at the moment.

With a plateful of food, Ariel walked back to his cabin, making sure that she left a bottle of the good ale back at the captains' and one with her. Now that she knew where they kept the treasure, she could probably make off with some of it, if she was daring enough. She entered his room with the food and placed it in his lap. "Go ahead and eat, I'll probably grab something later on."

 


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