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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Aug 5, 2006 20:01:34 GMT -7
From her position at the rail of the Victorine, Sylvia could see the dark mass of island that was Tortuga. Home sweet home, she thought to herself, idly tapping her turquoise ring on the toprail. Of course, her only true home was aboard her ship, but a little trip to land every now and then couldn't hurt, could it? Had the best rum in the Spanish Main, anyway. Some minutes later, when they were getting into the shallows, she gave the order to drop anchor. It was lowered, and before long they were moored in the bay. When the gangplank was lowered and Sylvia had disembarked, it took her a moment to get her land legs. A month or two at sea does that to you. Leaving the rest of the crew to whatever they were doing, Sylvia sauntered off down the drunk-filled street with her characteristic swagger. From behind her a crew member called, "Captain! You'll be at the Two Hornpipes?" "Aye," she yelled back, and continued on her way without stopping or turning. Someone stumbled into her and drunkenly shoved a half-empty bottle of rum into her hands, which she gladly took and swilled from without the least care about where it had been. She was still drinking when she came to the Two Hornpipes, definitely the craziest pub in the whole of the island. As usual, she was met with a melee of intoxicated partying. Instead of joining in, as she usually did, Sylvia took a seat at a small table in a dark corner. From here she had a good view of everything, particularly of the door...
(Anyone can reply if they want, I'm doing what I can under the circumstances til I think of something.)
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Post by ~*:.Sam.:*~ on Aug 8, 2006 10:41:41 GMT -7
((aren't we all? lol))
Maria walked in the Two Hornpipes not too long after Sylvia. Maris kept to the shadows. She hated this place, but loved the rum. She wouldn't come if it wasn't for that.
Maria's ship had been destroyed not but three days ago. A storm had blown in and sent her ship straight into some tall, jagged rocks. She was in search of a new ship. Lately she had been thinking about joining another crew, but she wasn't sure. Maria took a seat at a table away from everyone. She didn't like new people, that's why she wasn't entirely sure about joining a new crew.
Maria's eyes scanned the croud. Then they landed on Sylvia. She sighed and drank her rum slowly.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Aug 8, 2006 17:59:58 GMT -7
Sylvia watched Maria come into the building and sit in the shadows, like herself. A matron of the T.H. who wasn't drunk as a skunk? Weird. Then she realized that the woman's eyes were on her. Two ideas came to mind. One: she's just looking at me because that's what people do. Two: they sent her after me.She took the drawstring puch which was tied to her belt with a beaded strap and hid it in the folds of her long skirt. Then she remembered the other reason they'd made port in Tortuga. The ship was understaffed. Islanders were always none too eager to hitch a free ride from here to there. While she was here, there could be no hurt in picking up some new recruits. Could there? ((EDITED so it's more open to replies ;D)) Sylvia reached under the sash of striped cotton which was around her waist and drew out the sign of parchment paper she'd had her cartographer throw together. [click here]She'd been very specific that the word "Pirate" was to be replaced with "Trade" and that her first name be left out. No one ever wanted to serve under a female captain. And of course they weren't really going to the Ivory Coast. Nope, they were headed for open sea. But no one would know that until they couldn't exactly quit their job anymore. She took this to the wall near the door and tacked it up. Someone would probably see her *hinthint* but she wasn't thinking of that now.
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Post by Captain Jack on Aug 16, 2006 13:52:01 GMT -7
((Pic of Gillette without his wig gfx.filmweb.pl/p/141526/po.113172.jpg )) Gillette walked into the drunken tavern looking around in utter disgust and somewhat putting his hand up to his nose from the horrible smell. He didn't consider himself a pirate but a rebel. Ever since he was tied in the plot to kill the Redmond Governor he had been caught but escaped in the nick of time. He didn't look like a pirate either. He still had his old uniform clothes on with some rips and dirt spattered on it but it barely blended in. He ditched his white wig so he didn't so much like a guard though it really didn't work even without the wig he stuck out like a sore thumb. Anyhow, he walked around the tavern trying desperately not to touch anything, or anyone for that matter. Stepping over people and broken glass his was pushed against the wall by a falling drunk. Gillette yelped in surprise as his face was smashed into the wall. Slowly getting up he saw the notice that Sylvia had posted. He looked at it for a minute, you could see he was thinking rather hard. It would be a way for me to disappear for awhile. Then maybe they'll think I'm dead. Gillette thought to himself.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Aug 17, 2006 13:02:51 GMT -7
Sylvia sat back and watched her tricksy plot going into motion. Then she caught sight of the apparent soldier coming into the bar. "Dammit," she muttered, and sunk back farther into her dark corner. Where was his curly ice-cream wig? He reminded her of that ex-Commodore she'd run across on another pirate port island...filthy, ragged, and drunk. There seemed to be an increasing amount of those lately. Actually rather amusing, those 'crooked cop' types were. Undoubtedly the work of the hurricane. Just for a bit of fun, and for lack of anything else to do, she went over to Gilette and leaned into his ear. "Captain Tremaston speaking."
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Post by Captain Jack on Aug 18, 2006 16:35:04 GMT -7
His attention quickly turned to her. "Lu....." He shook his head and began to say "Gillette sir." It took him a minute but soon realized it was not a man he was talking too but a woman. "Oh ha-ha you drunken pig. Like I'm going to believe that." Gillette said scoffing at her. He never liked woman they could never handle hard labor or even yet be in command of a ship. That's what he always thought. He somewhat rolled his eyes and turned back to the notice on the wall.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Aug 19, 2006 13:12:05 GMT -7
"Oh it's true. I can even take you now, if you like." Normally she would never, ever let anyone come onboard at an unset time, and without a formal invitation, but she leapt at an opportunity to manipulate people. "Or would you rather not see the finest ship in these waters first-hand?" As he would learn soon enough, no one calls the Phoenix a drunken pig (however true may it be).
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Post by Captain Jack on Aug 19, 2006 13:28:31 GMT -7
He didn't turn to her but simply looked at her with his eyes. He smirked slightly but it faded quickly. "Finest ship in these waters?" Gillette quoted Sylvia. He thought for a moment, soon turning to her...."Alright, fine. I'll go with you. And see if this ship is as you claim." Gillette told her. Really he didn't have anything to lose he tossed away all of his goodies and gadgets he had, the only thing he could lose was his life.
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