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This was a new game, this backwards and forwards of an exchanged, a bargaining of what the other wanted. Though, she wasn’t sure that the pirate wanted anything from her, Leta was enjoying playing with the different angels and trying to persuade the old dog around to her thought and frame of mind. This was interesting to her, these mental games and she lapped up the attention, despite the appearance that he was blowing her off.
"You must take me for a fool. If people want to hurt you, go to the authorities. I am sure Boston still has authorities. They're here to protect the citizens aren't they? And you seem to be fine running about the city unsupervised so I'm sure you can find your way out of the city...”
If she admitted to being a fugitive there would be no way he would take her, she wasn’t going to be useful to him in any way, not in Khali’s skins at least, and he wasn’t drawn to her in any sort of nurturing way. Of course, she had many more tricks up her sleeve, but she thought to pursue this one a little longer first, to see- if nothing else- if it was possible to wear him down. She wet her lips and spoke carefully; “And if it’s the authorities that are out to hurt me?” She asked him, eyes dazzling as she looked up at him, that little grin back on her lips; she couldn’t help herself but grin at him, allowing him in on her thoughts that this game was more exciting than the need to get onto his boat.
Khali was evasive, but she was the freest of Leta’s puppets, she wasn’t as guarded. Like an imp; she kept her secrets close, but was full of the bubble and joy and sought fun.
”… I already know you're not a good sailor. It would be negligent for me to take you out onto the open sea where you could easily get sick or drown. Such a horrible fate that would be wouldn't it? You're going to have to do better than that I'm afraid."
“How about we kick fate up the ass?” She smirked at him, a big wide grin on her pretty young face. “I make my own rules, mister, and I want on your boat- so tell me what it’s going to cost me. Otherwise, this conversations going to get very one-sided, and I’d really rather it if you didn’t walk away from me again.”
Last Edit: Aug 25, 2014 10:44:48 GMT -5 by Leta Raz Hades
Post by Dread Pirate Read on Sept 4, 2014 0:06:27 GMT -5
The pirate's hands clapped together and was accompanied by a merry laugh as the girl voiced her inquiry. The laugh died out after only a short life however, as Read's face suddenly dipped into a serious expression. Those eyes scanned the young girl up and down before shrinking down in a squint. It seemed as though he was possibly considering whether or not the girl was telling the truth. He seemed hesitant for sure. The girl had already tried several tricks on him, what were a few more? "You? Running from the cops? Are you serious? Why would a young girl be running from the....." The voice slowly died off at the same time a 'light bulb' seemed to flicker on behind those eyes. "Unless the little girl was a pirate. All those little nifty trinkets weren't bought were they? That's why you're not after money-- You just steal."
"And why, pray tell would I want a little thief on board my vessel? I am sure you'd take all manner of things so long as they aren't nailed down. You'd probably take the whole boat if you could. Luckily for you, you can't."
A long drawn out sigh escaped the man. The girl was entirely insistent. Nothing he said seemed to deter her from her goal. Every approach was simply argued with and she was right in the fact this conversation was quickly becoming one sided. He couldn't believe that he was being harassed by a young kid. Walking away and saying no didn't seem to work on her, and it didn't seem likely to work if he tried it again. The pirate remained in silent thought for some time before sighing heavily.
"We will not be doing anything to fate," Read said, breaking his silence. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out another Piece of Eight. Perching it on his thumb, he flicked it up into the air and snapped it out just as fast. The man flipped the coin and slapped it onto the back of his opposite hand. When he pulled his hand away and looked at the coin, his expression dropped further. After staring at it for a few long moments he slipped the coin back away into his pocket.
"You will rise with the sun and go to sleep long after it has settled. Everyone on the ship works. Everyone. The cook doesn't just cook, there are other jobs. If you do not pull your weight, do not think I will not discipline a child. I spent plenty of time learning that lesson as a child, you won't get any special treatment from me. Mess up enough times and I will maroon you on an island or toss you overboard."
Post by Tursac Fescarn on Sept 4, 2014 2:31:54 GMT -5
The winds had been unusually rough today for Tursac as he fought his way back toward the port of Boston. He was glad that he was such a skilled sailor to keep the ship from tipping in the stiff breeze as he came in to dock at the harbor. He had little in the ways of electronics on his ship, preferring to keep things as simple as possible on his fishing vessel but he also carried a small generator and a CB radio in case of emergencies. As he approached he radioed in to inform the people that worked the harbor of his estimated time of arrival and find out where there was an open spot for him. At last the Boston Harbor was in sight and he smiled, glad that this whole thing was almost over. Lashing the wheel to hold his approach he went to loose the anchor and let it drag to slow him down a little more as he worked to finish furling the sail "I hope the sail ain't torn by the winds." he mutters softly, not wanting to have to buy a new one if he could help it.
As he came in to port he tosses the men his tie lines and goes to work making everything was lashed and secure before lowering his ramp and making his way down to the pier. That was when he finally saw the huge ship sitting there in the harbor and stood there dumbfounded. He'd seen only such a ship in history books but there was one right there like it had been literally pulled right out of a book "Wow... won'er how much that cost ta make" at last he would turn away and make his way down the road to find a place to get a drink, and that is when he'd notice a young girl talking with... with what could only be described as a man with the best costume design ever. As he got closer he could hear a bit more of the conversation as the girl talked about games of some sort. The man seemed to almost resign to whatever it was they were talking about as he pulled out a coin and flipped it in the air and found the result not to his liking "Evenin sir, ma'am" he greets them as he gets closer still "'Scuse me but do you know who owns that ship there? Must say it's the most impressive ship I've ever seen in my whole life"
He was a tall, strong man who had the look of someone who spent the majority of his life out in the sun, and windblown blond hair fell to his shoulders. Blue eyes glance back and forth at the pair as he made his query about the ship and his dress was definitely the style of a sailor from the white cotton shirt and vest to the black leggings and shoes he wore, though he tended to not wear the shoes on the ship.
Last Edit: Sept 4, 2014 2:35:24 GMT -5 by Tursac Fescarn
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The words became something of a blur in her ears, she watched coin go up into the air and watched the lights in the sky glint of its surface as it span and twirled. Her eyes sparkled, something dangerously beautiful in those golden greens as she watched the coin falling back into his hand. Then his face twisted and she smirked at him. He was letting her on the boat. Well that was a piece of luck wasn’t it? Nothing she could say could persuade him, but her persistence had worked in her favour and with luck momentarily on her side she was finally getting her own way. The small girl smiled at him, her gaze softening to that of a child and once more sure presented herself with naïve wonder and awe as she gazed up at him like a child staring at a brightly lit Christmas tree. For a moment she was unbelieving and trapped in a sight and sound so magical. “Thanks Mister!” She beamed, not seeming to hear his threats and taking his words in a manner only she wanted to hear then she; a little brashly, reached out to wrap her arms around his middle in the form of the most innocent of girlish hugs.
Whether he reaction was successful or not it seemed entirely spontaneous. When she drew away from him, one way or the other, she pumped the air and smiled.
It was then that they were joined by another.
Khali blinked. Did the guy just call her ma’am? The kid blinked a second time but had no words for the stranger. He wasn’t part of the plan, he hadn’t been part of her adventure so far. Still, her eyes trickled over him and wondered if he would get in the way of what she wanted. Would he stop her in her quest for a boat ride, or would he turn out to be more fun. There was always an opportunity to provide the girl with the pleasure of entertainment. But his words weren’t for her and thus she didn’t respond as she stepped closer to her pirate, almost looking for his protection from this stranger.
Post by Dread Pirate Read on Sept 13, 2014 13:19:12 GMT -5
Down at the dock, things had settled down around the massive warship. There were still sailors here and there scrambling around to retrieve goods, but most of them had settled in for the night, either aboard the vessel itself or somewhere in the port. To the crew's surprise, bright Halogen and LED type lights light up the evening as the directional lights bathed the hull of the ship in their light. Some were common place, others had been brought in to help illuminate the unusual vessel. The vessel was still drawing a crowd, and some had even gone home to grab their children and come back out to admire the usual visitor to their port. People came and went, taking pictures of the massive piece of history before their very eyes.
Back up the hill, the man frowned at the young girl. She seemed to be enjoying it to such an extent, he wasn't sure she had even heard half of what he had said. The woman rushed forward and wrapped herself around his midsection, catching him off-guard. He threw his hands up before bringing them back down in an effort to push the girl away, but the act came late as she already dislodged herself much to his satisfaction.
Read noticed the other man at about the same time the little girl had. Like Khali he was thrown off by the introduction, but unlike her had a reply. "Captain," the pirate offered in correction to being called sir. "I'll assume you're talking about the frigate since there are literally hundreds of vessels down in port, in which case yes I do happen to know who owns that ship. I do. She is the USS Liberty, and I am her captain. Captain Read of the Colonial American Navy, at your service." The ship had long since been renamed from it's registered name, but after his extensive career and all the years since it had left US service, he figured more people were liable to recognize the name he had given it after they parted ways with the Navy, rather than it's official name. Few people were apt to question an official 'replica' ship, after all.
Post by Tursac Fescarn on Sept 13, 2014 17:49:55 GMT -5
Tursac was quick to stand to attention to the man addressed himself as captain. "Aye sir I apologize. I've ne'er seen such a magnificent ship in all my days cap'n." he wasn't sure if the man was acting out the part or was serious about his comment about the colonial navy as it was the early 21st century. But perhaps he was just stating that it was what it was made to look like so h didn't think much past it. "She's a real beaut cap'n. Certainly somethin' any man worth his salt would wish ta sail even once" He glances to the girl that was standing there silently and watching him and standing closer to the man. She seemed nervous about his presence there and he couldn't really blame her. He was a little rough looking, having been at sea for several weeks and probably smelled like fish, sea and sun. He takes a respectful step back so she wouldn't feel so intimidated, if that was indeed the case before speaking to the man again "Would ya be lookin' fer some extra help? I like ta hire myself out as a sellsword when fishin's low" He was a big man as far as any normal man would be, even if only 6 feet tall one could say he was built like a bear. His dark skin and muscular frame a testament to his long hours of work on his own ship the 'Fisherman's Pride' "I'm a good hand an' i've worked on many a ship in my time on the sea"
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2014 17:50:15 GMT -5 by Tursac Fescarn
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Khali, most simply put, watched. Her green eyes glistened as they danced over the new comer, they ran over him and tried to find the truth within him. He wasn’t necessarily interesting to look at, but the gypsy dressed girl didn’t seem to be looking at him, she seemed to be looking through him and somewhere deeper.
As her eyes glazed off it was as if she was watching the blood circle his veins and his breath in his lungs. As a woman with a creature locked inside her breast she always seemed to recognise the Were in others.
For a moment, she was still, then slowly she wet her lips with her tongue and turned her gaze to the pirate as he spoke.
She stepped a little more behind him, hiding herself behind him as if looking for his protection. Gone was that bold girl, who had danced on the street or stolen his seat, gone was the girl who boldly made demands of him. No, now she looked like a small child, an innocent teenager looking for protection from a stranger.
The stranger spoke with a funny twang, and talked about boats. It wasn’t interesting to her, and her mind wandered as she watched him, anxiously. Both body and mind at odds with each other.
Post by Dread Pirate Read on Sept 20, 2014 16:31:10 GMT -5
Read gave a toothy grin as the man straightened up. There was no denying the enjoyment the man got from the man showing him 'due' respect, even though he'd truthfully left the service of the Navy quite some time ago. "Aye, and you not be liable to see one like 'er ever again, I reckon," Read stated before turning to look off towards the port. "Used to be the pride of the Colonial fleet. Now she's one of the last of a dying breed." The man went silent for a moment after stating that, a small wave of depression seeming to roll off of him before it quickly dissipated.
The man looked between the man and the girl, stepping to the side from between them. Read had no intention of shielding the girl, and gave her a look that reflected that sentiment in every measure. He then looked back at the fisherman when the request was voiced. This sparked another round of switching gazes between man and young girl and back again. He then suddenly looked over his shoulder at his back, as if trying to see something. This caused him to turn in circles a couple times. After a few complete spins he stopped to look at the two again. "Do I have a sign that says I'm looking for a crew?"
Before the two would be able to answer the question he'd wave it off and speak up again. "This, girl. This is how you make an appeal to a captain. You list your strengths and experiences confidently in a way that makes you sound like you'd be a good addition to the crew." He would turn fully to the man at this point. "It just so happens that I am down a couple of crew members. Last one may have decided to hang out in the rigging." Read gave another toothy grin to the man, but said nothing to explain what he meant, or the fact that it wasn't accidental. He left the entire statement open to interpretation by the man and curiously waited his reaction to those words.
"The ship sails at dawn. I expect you both to be on deck and waiting. I'm sure you're used to working part of the crew, you know I expect everyone to pull their weight. I have no use for dead weight. The pay is good, but I don't pay till we reach port. You'll have your money before you leave my crew. Questions? comments?"
Post by Tursac Fescarn on Sept 20, 2014 22:01:50 GMT -5
The way the girl was acting toward him made him wonder what it was she was looking at, it was rather eerie how she was looking at him. He watches her a moment as she tried to hide behind the captain, who obviously had no intention of protecting her from whatever fears she might have of him. He didn't say anything about her odd stare as his attention was brought back to the captain as he was spinning around and asking 'if he had a sign on him' which made him snicker and folds his hands behind his back as he was told when the ship would sail. He was ever excited to sail on a piece of history and was ready to join the crew "Aye cap'n." when it was mentioned about the one in the riggings he could only think of two reasons one would have been in that situation. Punishment or suicide. Either of wish were not at all unexpected on the sea though the punishment did sound almost dated with the ship itself. But he shrugs it aside for the moment as he glances back and forth between the captain and the girl, finally coming to rest on Read. "Would yer men be int'rested in a fish fry? i've got a small load 'f fish in the holds of my ship an' I'm willin' ta share it with you and yer crew"
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Khali rolled her eyes when a comment about ‘how to sign up for work’ was thrown her way. She simply shook her head, that full blown teenage. Frankly, Khali didn’t think much of the stranger that had joined them. Sure he seemed to be impressing her new ‘boss’ but she didn’t think he was that amusing, she didn’t think he would be much help or use in the game that Khali had to play. This was the trickster, this was the leprechaun of Leta’s facades. Playful to the end, Khali was going to enjoy the mischief that she felt she could bring to the strangers life…
She ran her fingers, appearing anxious, over her layered skirts that were worn to the floor. They were brightly coloured and dyed in an array of patterns like a shattered-rainbow. She also wore brown boots with holes in them, which coordinated her brown-tan cowboy hat. Then there were the scarves. They were tied around her middle, around her arms, around her neck (where a scarf is generally worn) and around her head. She seemed to like the touch of material, lavished in its softness, but wore nothing that could truly be considered matching attire. Khali looked and had the appeal of a gypsy, a roma straight out of the hunchback of notre dame.
Still, she nodded at the instruction. Dawn wouldn’t be a problem for her, she liked the mornings as well as she liked the nights. But before she had chance to respond the stranger was offering his services once more; fish supper. Wouldn’t a man on a boat get fed up of eating fish? But her eyes sparkled with that cat-like glee that was often so well hidden. It may have been cliché, but this kitty cat had a hunger for a little perfectly cooked and coated in oil, fish supper.
She wet her lips, hungrily and her stomach rumbled in agreement. After all, in her street rat-appeal, it didn’t do her well to be fed on three meals a day, did it?
She stepped forwards, maintaining a decent enough distance to suggest she was still afraid and whispered; “Can I eat too?” She asked, in her timid voice, that seemed so sing song as if it were part-taking in a lullaby.
Post by Dread Pirate Read on Sept 24, 2014 23:38:08 GMT -5
Read could practically envision the incident in full detail. Even though it had actually happened some time ago, for him it was as if it had only happened yesterday. During one of their long voyages out to sea, perhaps the least loyal of his crew attempted a mutiny. He'd managed to gather a handful of tentative supporters with the promise of the Captain's entire wealth, but the hope was short lived. Before it even officially began, the captain got word of it and put the attempt to rest. Although he was quite fond of his crew, he was forced to set an example, and thus the leader of the band of mutineers had been sent up into the rigging and pushed off after a makeshift noose had been tied around his neck. Following his death, the captain gave a speech about what happens to those who mutiny, promising that he would treat each and every crew member like one of his own family, unless they followed behind that man and betrayed his trust.
Banishing the gloomy thought, those mirth-filled eyes danced between the older fisherman and the girl. A mischievous light seemed to glimmer from deep within them, and that toothy smile prevailed. "If you be offerin' lad, I hope you be able to cook for a full crew. I got eight hundred men who be lookin' for some proper chow. They ain't had a good meal in quite some time, I reckon."
With that, the man dug into his pockets and produced two coins. He flicked both into the air at the same time towards both the man and the younger girl. Upon catching them, if indeed they were caught, each coin would turn into a small item that the two considered to be of some value, be it currency or not. With that, the man would pull off his hat, give a slight bow, and begin practically skipping down towards the dock in the direction of his ship.
Post by Tursac Fescarn on Sept 25, 2014 0:06:30 GMT -5
When the girl asked if she could have some too it brought a bright, cheerful smile to his face. "Aye lass, ye're a part of the crew now aye?" it was nice to see her being a little more accepting of him, even if it was just for the food. But he couldn't blame her, judging by what she wore and the like. It was good to know that he would get a chance to use the fish before departure. His gaze shifts to the captain once more as he mentions that there were 800 mouths to feed and his eyes brightened up even more than when the girl had finally spoken to him. "Aye sir, I've more'n enough fish in my ships belly ta feed yer men. I'll start unloadin' at once" he didn't ask for help, didn't think it was his place as he was just taken on. And he knew he could handle the loads. But as he started to turn to leave, he noticed the man pulling a couple coins out of his pocket and tossing one to him and one to the girl. He hadn't been expecting any form of payment so quickly but he reaches up to grab the coin which seemed to vanish but when he opened his hand a locket rested in the palm of his hand. He looked at it strangely for a moment before opening it and peering at 2 pictures that he wasn't familiar with... but at the same time had a haunting familiarity about them. He could almost feel something in him stirring as he looked at the pictures, but didn't understand.
After a few moments of looking the item over, he closes it and puts it in his pocket, remembering that he had a rather large meal to prep, makes his way toward his own ship to unload the fish that he had managed to catch. He was eager to show his culinary skills. Having traveled much of the world he had picked up all kinds of spices and herbs and could make a feast out of a few simple ingredients.