Name: Stille Blanchefleur
Age: 15
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Fun Fact: Stille was born deaf, but he can talk. He doesn't like to however, because he knows he sounds strange, so he signs.

Name: Emilie
Age: 16

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Fun fact:
She knows several languages.

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Stille wasn't normally allowed up on deck, due to him always leaning too far over the edge and frightening his captain, Zemira. But, today they needed supplies and were low on money, so they were hopping on the nearest boat and Stille was needed to help keep watch. He perks up when a ship passes them, tugging on one of the deck hands' sleeve. He deckhand stares at him. I see it, I'm not blind, the boy signs. Stille just nods, and waits for Zemira to tell him what to do.

Emilie was on her own ship - aiding her captain in any way he needed. If he needed more Rum - she'd bring him the whole dang bottle. It always amazed Emilie how much he could drink yet never get drunk at all. Not even tipsy. But when the deck hands did - she just sort of hid inthe captains chambers because they tended to... hit on her. A lot.

Stille watches Zemira's hands as she signs her plans. Don't hurt anyone unless they start it. Also, take only essentials. Come to me if you're not sure what to take. Understand? Stille nods as the deck hand, an older boy named Cyan groans. "Really, Capt'n? Why can't we fight?" Zemira rolls her eyes. "'Cause I said so." The second the ship is next to the neighboring ship, she climbs over, bringing Stille with her.

Emilie wasnt aware of the boarding, not would she be aware. Her captain's door was shut and locked, per his request and she stood loyaly next to him, only once doing what he didnt command, which was fixing her mid-thigh length kimono and re-tying it to make it looked primed and neat. She may have just been a helper, but she was still supposed to look nice... At least that was how she thought.

Stille heads towards the rooms to gather clothing and materials to make clothing.Cyan heads to the kitchen to get materials there. And Zemira heads to the captain's quarters to get things there. She expected a fight there. She keeps her hand near her belt, ready to defend herself. Stille skips cheerfully through the rooms, grabbing clothes that he thought either he or one of his crew mates would like.

The captain had a gun to the door, ready for anyone to come in. Emilie hid under the table, not wanting to see what was going to happen. "Who ever you are - get off my ship!" he shouted through teh door.

Zemira sighs. "I'm not here to hurt you. But one of my crewmen is sick, and we don't have the money to pay for what we need. So all we're taking is some non-essential items to sell." She keeps herself a bit away from the door, ready to duck if needed. She grimaces at the way what she said came out,and hopes that her crewmen are having better luck.

Emilie pulled the door open, hiding behind it as her captain went up to her. "Really?" he said, not believing her.

The woman he was speaking to looks like:, and is very small. She doesn't look any older than sixteen. She nods once at him. "Yes. I have told my crew to only attack if attacked first. I won't tell them not to defend themselves, that's just wrong. But all we want is, possibly some textiles, kitchen wear and anything you'd be willing to let us have to sell." She lifts her head to look the captain in the eyes. She then slowly drops her knife to the ground. "As you can see, I'm not out to hurt you or I would have done it the second you stepped through that door." She seems to be a strange pirate, most would have fought by now.

The man took a breath. "Fine." he said simply. Emilie poked her head out of the door, looking around at the scenes.

The girl nods. "My name is Zemira, by the way. And if you'd like, you can accompany me, to make sure I'm telling the truth." She turns and heads back to her crew, namely a small pink haired boy. His hands start moving, in what looks like sign language. 'Cyan fell over the edge! What should I do?!" The boy seems quite panicked and Zemira just stares. "Lovely. Just lovely. That boy is going to kill me yet."

Emilie peeked out, running behind her captain. When she saw the pink haired boy's hands -hey, she had blue/black hair- moving quickly, she tried to decipher what she knew. All she caught was 'fell' and 'over board'. Emilie put the pieces of the puzzle together and went to the edge. "Captain.. man overboard...?" she asked, looking at him and he twitched. Sighing, he looked over the edge as well.

The boy pouts at Zemira. Zemira facepalms and heads over to the edge of the deck. "Cyan!" she yells. A boy's voice yells back. "What, Capt?" Zemira grins. "You, my whore of a cook, are a dumbass. And I am debating letting a shark eat you."

Emilie looked at her captain, blinking. These people were odd, that was for certain. "U-umm... should I go get him? Or her?" Emilie asked and her captain shook his head, waiting for approval from the other captain.

Cyan whines. "Don't! Come on, Zem!" Zemira snorts. "Give me one good reason. And if you say because you're sexy, I'm throwing a large heavy object on you!" Cyan is silent for a moment. "Because you need me. I'm the only one that can get us through Zosimo safely." Zosimo was their next stop. Zemira sighs. "All right." She nods at Emilie. "If you could lower a rope or something, I'd be grateful."

Emilie took initiative and litterally jumped over the edge of the ship. "Em!" her captain shouted before banging his head on the nearest thing to him. She always did that, then always climbed into a window that was built too close to the sea level. Emilie swam over to Cyan and grabbed him before swimming over to the window, shoving him through it before climbing through it. She shook her head and twisted her outfit. "Keep up please," she asked Cyan before starting to leave after latching the window.

Cyan, who looks like this: rolls his eyes. "I wasn't dying. Zem woulda grabbed me on the way back." He chuckles. "At least I had the good sense to chuck the stuff back on deck before falling." He says this to Zemira, who stares. "You're wet," she states. "I fell into water, you realize," Cyan mutters dryly.

Emilie shook her head before taking a double take. That... was a boy? She shook her head, her eyes wide. This was getting weirder and weirder.

Stille pounces on Cyan. Cyan sighs. "Sheesh. I'm still alive. I think I know how to swim. ...I'm not sure though." Zemira facepalms. "And you call yourself a demon. Really, you're pathetic." Cyan smirks. "Aw, you love me that way." He wiggles his eyebrows at her. Zemira glances at Emilie. "And we wonder why I was so willing to stay unarmed. I'm not sure if death would be bad, versus living with that...blue-haired thing."

Emilie and her captain blinked, looking back and forth from everyone then to each other. Emilie blinked. "I'm... sorry?" she said, looking at Cyan. A demon... wow... no wonder he felt... off.... she thought. Emilie just had that sense within her to pick up on that kind of thing.

Zemira chuckles. "Never mind." She then stares at Cyan. "I may have to kill you. Where's the stuff you got?" Cyan snorts. "Layin' on the deck somewhere, oh bitchy captain. You think I'd put myself at more risk by dragging metal down with you." Zemira stares. "You're the one that said it's autoerotic." Cyan snickers. "Just erotic. It's not hanging." Stille dances and waves at Emilie. 'What's your name?' he signs.