*New* Roleplay: A Pirate’s Life – Session 1, Humble Beginnings

Lady Belz and CharlotteCarrendar – Creators.

Roleplay: A Pirate’s Life
Players: CharlotteCarrendar & LadyBelz

CharlotteCarrendar: -A frightful night, aboard the Pirate Ship, the Devil’s Mystery. The first mate was on watch, as the ship powered through the waves, on its way through the Caribbean. A place known for many a pirate vessel to plunder the ships of Her Majesty’s fleet. Down in his quarters, the Captain, one Captain Moon, was entertaining his consort and highly prized lady fair, Rachael O’Malley. Now, if only Rachael, would stop acting so manly, and let him win this arm wrestling contest. “Damn and confounded Woman…who taught you to wrestle like a man? I shall boil his bottom and feed it to him…GAH..You’re hurting my wrist.” *grunts and audible groans do follow* Seems Rachael had the Good Captain on the ropes.

LadyBelz: Rachael O’Malley, consort to the Captain and the scourge of the seven seas, wasn’t even breathing heavily as she kept her arm steady. She had challenged the Captain for the right to sail the ship to a port of the winner’s choice and she was itching to see Port Royale, located off the coast of England. Since she was a wee babe, she’d heard stories from her father, the late Captain Rochard “Red Beard” O’Malley, of the exotic scenes prevalent in England and it caught her fancy. She vowed one day to visit. She turned her attention back to the task at “hand” and grinned. “Learnt it from me dear departed father, I did. Do ye yield, kind sir?” she grinned, knowing full well she was the strongest of any of the men currently on ship.

CharlotteCarrendar: So, the bodacious wench learnt the tricks on how to arm wrestle a man from her dear departed Father. Bugger, hard to boil anything of his aside from some old bones in a casket, and like hell he was going to go to the trouble to dig him up for that. “Do ye yield, kind sir?” She said, sporting that cheeky no good grin of hers. Got him everytime. “So long as you don’t go telling the CREW. Bah…have it your way. But remember lovey. You owe me a good romping later in the silks of mah bunk. It’s been a few weeks, and me balls are the same colour as me Parrot, Harold.” He then let her take the win, his arm losing its strength.

LadyBelz: Rachael slammed his hand down to the table and with a saucy wink, stood from the table. “The crew needn’t hear anything from me…less it be me screaming me pleasure to the heavens as ye plough me to me maker.” Twirling on her boot heel, she strode toward the door. Harold sqwuaked from his perch. “Saucy wench! Saucy wench! Rawwwk!” Laughing, Rachael tossed Harold a cracker before ducking out the door and onto the main deck to take control of the ship.

CharlotteCarrendar: Captain Moon’s arm went down so hard, the thud resonated and even some of his rum bottles clinked in the cabinet next to where they were wrestling. His darling Rachael got up and gave one of those tempting winks of hers, letting him know she dare not show him up in front of the crew. Her screams of pleasure would be all they would be hearing from her in the coming nights. Watching her strut out of the Captain’s quarters, the Captain rubbed his wrist, and snarled at Harold the Parrot. “You be keeping that beak of yours closed, or I be shovin’ crackers were the sun don’t shine!” He slammed down his fist, only to cry out in pain, as it was the same one she nearly broke. On the deck, the first mate, Holmesworth, was checking the ropes, while Cabin boy Tim was racing back from the galley. “Cooks serving stew…again. Crew are a bit restless, Ma’am”- he said with a salute. “What I be telling them? Cause they look to be ready to lynch the Cook and toss him over board.”

LadyBelz: As Rachael took the helm, the cabin boy, Tim, joined her. “Cooks serving stew…again. Crew are a bit restless, Ma’am,” -he said with a salute. “What I be telling them? Cause they look to be ready to lynch the Cook and toss him over board.” Rachael looked at the tawny-haired youth with a smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eye. “Tell the mates to suck it up for a bit. We’re ta be sailin to Jolly Old England to make dock at Port Royale. Cook’s to be sure to be likin the fare there. I bet me knickers on it.” She laughed, ruffling Tim’s hair. With a hoot of glee, Tim ran back below decks to pass on the news. There was a muffled cheering sound that shook the boards and planks of the ship and Rachael couldn’t help but be bouyed by the sound. She was finally going to get to see England for herself.

CharlotteCarrendar: Captain Moon followed the lovely Rachael out onto the deck, to see how she handled the situation with the crew, the cook, and one besotted young Cabin boy Tim. So, they were to be heading back to Jolly Ole’ England, and with a bounty on his head, this was sure to be a dangerous voyage indeed. Walking up behind her, his hands behind his back, Captain Moon said in a voice, not as commanding and full of bravado, but more of a man, who loved this lass before him. “Port Royale. Hmmph. If I remember well, that is where I met your Stepfather. A man with no love for Pirates. I do recall you mentioning that he had picked a suitor for your hand. I fear we be going into the mother of all storms.”- He took a long look at the Moon, then strode back into his quarters, awaiting her to come and give him what was promised.

And so the journey begins…

Roleplay Live : Group : A Pirate’s Life

Fishy Women, Indeed

Players:

CharlotteCarrendar
LadyBelz
Tundrainferno

LadyBelz: Moony mentioning her stepfather brought back very unpleasant memories. It was an unproven fact the man had killed her father in order to get to her mother. She hadn’t seen the man in nearly 15 years, having run away from home shortly after the man had barged his way into her mother’s life and turned the former aristocratic beauty into a common street whore. He swindled her mother’s inheritance and managed to steal a large part of Rachael’s own, drinking, gambling and whoring her mother out to any dandy with a spare bit of coin. When Rachael was but a gal of ten and four, he tried to set her up to marry a man to whom he owed a very large gambling debt. Rachael had run away from home, but not before she gave the bastard a scar across his face he would never forget.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Captain Moon was well aware, that his words may well have upset his beloved Rachael, but he was not about to lead her astray, and tell her tales of falsehood. There were dangers in Port Royale, as well as the fact there was a princely bounty on his head. But, the Captain did love to live dangerously. Hell, he shared quarters with Rachael and that parrot, Harold. So the choice made, the Captain strode up the stairs to the top deck and addressed the First mate, to set course for Port Royale. The First mate obeyed his orders, and immediately started to turn the wheel, as the ship’s crew attended to the sails. All on deck as the ship changed direction. It would be a quite a voyage, but what awaited them at the Port, remained to be seen. <3>

LadyBelz: Rachael relinquished control of the helm to the first mate and leaned against the rail, staring out at the sea. She could feel Moon’s presence behind her. “Do you remember the day we met? I stowed away in the hold as you were the first ship I saw leaving port. I hid in a barrel of fish and Cook screamed like a girl when he went to reach for a fish to cook for dinner. I thought for sure you would toss me overboard for not only being a girl, but because I was a runaway. But you must have seen something in me; something no one’s seen before. Even with the stringy hair, knobby knees and stick arms.” Rachael laughed.

TundraInferno: -She awoke from the small spot she was sleeping in, only a wench that would give the crew beverages. She dreamed of sailing to her home where she belonged, but there was a price on her Fathers head so she had to repay it somehow. She knew the crew wasn’t all that tidy for their personal records from being pirates and all but the money she made would help her return back home. She smiled as she got up and drank some mead. Lifting her small frame from the make shift bed and rising, she began to walk towards the crew wondering where the Captain was. Climbing up to the top deck she yelled for the First Mate-

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Captain did recall the incident very well indeed. “Ah yes. And what rule of is it about women being on board such vessels? Bad luck, that is what they said. Course, you had to show up that confounded barrel of good fish.” – Tapping his hands together behind his back, as he watched his lady fair with marked interest, he continued, in a non chalant fashion, but inwardly was laughing his ass off. “Mother always warned me about women who smelt a bit…fishy.” Leaving the top deck to the first mate and Rachael, he headed down the stairs. “Glad I kept you, all the same. Not had any bad luck ….yet.” –The Captain did hold himself in high regard. Well, if he didn’t believe in himself, who would? Course, the deep manly voices of the crew would be interrupted by the shrill yelling of ….another female? The Captain reached up and adjusted his hat, rather angrily and sought the one that made the racket. “What is it with screaming banshees this day? Gah! ” Seizing Cabin boy Tim by the scruff of the neck, he growled. “Find out who is ruining the Evening air with their screeching!” And with that, he marched off to his quarters. <3>

TundraInferno: -She looked around as she walked into the main area and grabbed a plate and placed mead and fruits with some cheese on it. She smiled as she saw the cabin boy come over and stopped yelling as she handed him the plate- Take this to the Captain as a thank you for letting me aboard the ship. -She smiled as she went into the kitchen area and turned back around.- Tell him that I’m making some more for being kind to me. -She shooed the boy off as she began to hum a sweet tune and started to prepare dinner for those in the Captains chambers-

LadyBelz: Turning, a smirk on her face, she called after him, “I’ll do me best, love, to not bring you any bad luck at all!” He disappeared belowdecks, presumably to his cabin. She could hear another female screaming for the first mate and frowned fiercely. Many of the male crew were well aquainted with her moods and could tell at this moment the She-Devil herself was awake and pissed off. She stormed down toward the galley and sought out the wench. “Ye need not shout, lass. The Captain has a keen ear and a short temper. Unlike me own. And lass, no one brings the Captain his feed unless it’s meself. Are we understood?” Rachael’s one good eye was sparking with anger. A lesser man quailed under her gaze, less they wished a taste of her fist.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Cabin boy, Tim knocked on the door to the Captain’s quarters, and he heard the growl from within, then a sharp nasally “Enter”- The boy turned the handle and entered, carrying the tray given to him by the shrill woman on deck. He set it down gently upon the Captain’s large ornate oak drawing desk, and took off his cap. “Captain…a strange smelling lady is on board, and she has….those things.” The Captain stopped charting the course, and glanced up, his monocle falling down and swinging back and forth. “What things? Speak up lad.”- The boy shifted uneasily in his place, and you could see his cheeks getting redder by the second. “Errr..”- he then held his hands out as if to pretend they were holding large breasts. The Captain snorted and then picked up the piece of cheese, knawing on it. “They’re called TITS…mah lad. And a right distraction to the crew. Bah…might have to get her..covered up, or the first mate might turn the wheel in the wrong direction. Last thing I need is Rachael bawling over ending up in Jamaica, cause some wench is showing off her flesh jugs. Go down to the sail room, and find a large…piece of cloth. SEE THIS IS WHY WOMEN SHOULD NOT BE ONBOARD!…IT’S A PROVEN SCIENTIFIC FACT..TAH!” The cabin boy put his hat on lopsided and dashed out the cabin, while the Captain picked up the pint of mead and took a sip. “Oh..I like this.” <3>

LadyBelz: Having put the wench in her place (hopefully), Rachael turned, grabbing up a plate of food for herself before going off to join Moon in his quarters. She had to press herself against the wall as Tim ran past her once more on another mission of some sort. “Poor lad’s going to be healthy as an ox runnin about as he does.” she grinned to herself. She knocked on Moon’s door, respecting the man’s privacy as much as she was able. Hearing a grunt, she entered the room, seeing him bent over a map and gnawing on a piece of bread. “Who be the banshee screaming below?” she asked, sitting down on the far side of the table.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Hearing Rachael, and also inhaling that delicious scent that she bathes herself in, he was distracted from his work, and glanced up, with something of a grimace. “I don’t bleedin’ know. Maybe one of the crew brought her on board hidden in a crocodile bag. They try and stowaway anything on board, to make the trip more entertaining at night. “ He picked up his chalice and swirled its contents, thinking for a moment. “She didn’t smell fishy did she?” <3>

LadyBelz: “She didn’t smell fishy did she?” was the question that stayed her hand halfway to her mouth with a piece of chicken. “Nay, love. She smelled more like…a donkey’s ass after a good shite.” she joked. Rachael threw an olive at his head with a smirk. “I don’t make a habit of smelling serving wenches, love.” She took a bite of her chicken. “I know ye dinna want to go to Port Royale…neither do I ter be honest with ye…but me mam is there and I been worryin about her all these years. I jes wish ta know she’s all right.”

CharlotteCarrendar:- Taking a swig from the chalice he set it down again, and then stared at the charts that were unfurled before him. Rachael was talking about the serving wench, and Captain Moon made a few choice grunts and noises, that were either from his mouth, or his ass. Hard to tell. Truth was, he wasn’t keen on going to Port Royale at all, but…he knew she would never let him hear the end of it. And to be honest, he rather face the hangman’s noose than her nagging for the next fifteen years. Captain Moon glanced up from the charts, now worked out in his head the way to go. “Fine…fine, but if we run into Royal Frigates….You..And I mean this, lass. YOU ARE GOING TO BE PULLING YA WEIGHT!”- Though he had a hardy crew, that had faced the guns of the Royal ships before, Rachael was yet tested against the War galleons. What would she say about that?<3>

LadyBelz: Scowling, Rachael carefully set down her dinner and got to her feet, leaning close to him. “Are ye calling me baggage?” Her voice had gone as soft as cotton but was as hard a steel…a dangerous combination. “Am I not the fiercest lass to ever sail a pirate ship?” she stated. “Need I remind you, *Captain* Moon, that I be the one ta take a bullet to me eye for ye, saving yer smelly arse. Ye ungrateful wretch!” she shouted, grabbing his drink and throwing it in his face before turning on her heel to make good her escape. “Ye can find some other ‘baggage’ to warm yer silks this night, ye right buzzard!”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Here it came. Rachael’s temper was well known on board, most of all by the Captain himself, especially on that certain time of the month, when she was so bad, he was ready to walk the plank himself. Every phrase, he tried to raise his finger and make a point, but she shot him down at every turn. Course, she HAD to guilt trip him about taking a bullet for him, and losing an eye. “EYE PATCHES GIVE YOU CHARACTER!”- He yelled after her as she stormed out. Course, she mentioned that she would not be warming his silks anymore. That was a right blow to the pride of the Captain. Trying to think of a retort, all he could come up with was. “My ass doesn’t smell!” Course, Harold, had other ideas. “Smelly Arse..Smelly Arse…SQWARK ~Whistle~” The Captain stomped over to the bright blue parrot and shook his fist. “One more word out of you, and you make a nice feather duster!” <3>

LadyBelz: Men moved out of her way when they saw her storming up into the main deck. No place was private on a pirate ship and they clearly heard the argument between Rachael and Moon. And with Rachael waving her pistol about, no one dared try to get in her way. She monkeyed up the ropes into the crow’s nest with an agility that stunned the more newer members of the crew and began taking pot shots at the seagulls that flew above. “Daft bugger.” she muttered to herself as she took down another gull. A few landed on deck and Cook scooped them up to use in a possible stew for a future dinner. She never could stay mad at the man for very long, folly to her, but she wasn’t going to give him an inch either. Sighing, she put away her gun and turned to look toward the horizon, letting the evening breeze sooth her soul. She hoped her mother was all right, no matter what shape she was in.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Hearing the discharging of the firearm, from the deck, the Captain sighed. Least she was taking out her aggressive nature on the seabirds, and not one of the crew. Placing his hand on the window ledge, he stared out the back of the ship, watching as those gorgeous islands, were getting smaller and smaller. Thoughts came to mind of docking in Port Royale. For starters, the very ship, the Devil’s Mystery, he had won in a card game. The Captain was daft enough to bet everything he had, including his ship, and to an incredibly lucky and fortunate first mate, Moon, he would come to find himself taking over the ship. If he was going to sail that ship in, there was going to have to be some changes, so the ship would not be recognised. But how? He needed Rachael’s smarts, but with her taking pot-shots outside his cabin, he didn’t feel safe enough to wander out and be then next to be served in Chef’s stew. <3>

Role play Live : Group : A Pirate’s Life.

A Siren’s song.

Writers:
CharlotteCarrendar
T1Legend
IanWachmann
CortaeDeEssSar
aOpheliac.

CharlotteCarrendar: -The Captain knew that his beloved needed her rest, the first sign of the stifled yawn, and he held a breath deep in his chest, before releasing it slowly. On showing of her small smile, he did something that he had never done before. As if pulled by tiny strings, the corners of his lips did so move upward. Was this a smile? It was the best he could muster, but was heartwarming to see. A glimpse of the Captain, no one else would ever be privy to see. “Rest…its good.” Yes, rest is good, and by god’s he could use some too. Had he been any worse, he would have gotten into bed beside her, but instead, he simply wandered over to his desk, and sat down in his ornate chair, kicking back up his boots on the oak desk and tipping his hat down over his eyes, he promptly drifted off to sleep. What does a Captain dream about you may ask? I can imagine, it would be a setting, far from Port Royale and the dramas that they had fled, but instead a cove, one that was lush and green, with his darling Rachael, dressed like that of the women in oil paintings, he had seen on many a raid. A bride in white satin, who he would carry off into the dark of night, and be one with….forever. <3>
CharlotteCarrendar: Many of the crew had either fallen asleep in their bunks, or even on the top deck, where the night watchman, a fine strapping lad from the Caribbean with skin the colour of the richest chocolate, continued to steer the ship on its designated course. The Devil’s Mystery creaked and groaned, as any old sea faring lady of the waves would. Its mighty bulk ploughing through the waves at good speed. The Sails were open full and the waves lapped and tumbled in its wake. Fixing the wheel with a rope tie off, the Night watchman decided to go below deck, to get himself a drink before assuming his duty….leaving the wheel…unattended. <3>

Guest_IanWachmann: *Kaui sauntered topside of the ship, passing one of the night crew as he did. The two exchanged a quick “Oi.” then Kaui moved to the top once more and made his way port side to lean against the rail and take in the salt air and sway of the boat, his caramel colored skin seeming darker under the moon’s pale glow he stared to the stars “The gods keep the wake quite tonight, eh?” he whispered to the wind. He then turned aft to go towards the wheelman and watch the ship cut a swath through the midnight blue ocean*

CharlotteCarrendar:- As Rachael snored softly in her bunk, Captain Moon felt the ship lurch slightly, his prized pygmy skull rolled across his desk and smacked into his boot. ~cough..splutter…whezz~ “Confounded…gah..Can’t a man have a bit of shut eye?” Rachael groaned softly and turned over in her cot, as the Captain tipped his hat up slightly with his right index finger. “Oo…sorry luv.” Taking his boots down off his ornate oak writing desk, where they landed on the floor with a dull thud, he groaned as he forced himself up to standing and then cracked his back. Sleeping in the chair, was not exactly kind to his old bones. “Better see what the night watchman be up tah.” The Captain gave the lapel of his coat a quick tug, then headed for the door, opening it with a loud creak from the rusty hinges, again causing Rachael to moan something inaudible, as the Captain left. Up on the top deck, the nightwatchman was returning, only to spot Kaui sauntering along. “You be careful Capn’ don’t be catching ya, lad.” The nightwatchman said with a curt tone, as the Captain stood in behind him. “Like you…eh? What’s this rope ‘ere tied round the damn wheel? It got loose, ya cod fish…now..get this ship..BACK ON COURSE!” <3>

Guest_IanWachmann: *Kaui turned at the sudden noise and tossed his shoulders back* C-Cap’n, ser. I was just coming up to check the wake o’ th’ ship sir *He tossed his hair down, his black bangs hiding his face slightly as his tribal tattoos showed on his lightly muscled forearms and biceps. He turned to the wheel man* Two full turns hard right if we’re making port in Tortuga, the sails aren’t getting full wind *The air and sea whispered to him in an old language that his grandfather spoke, he held his gaze down hoping Moon wasn’t staring at him like he was daft*

T1Legend: If the nightwatchman cared to cast his gaze overboard, he would find an assortment of peculiar flotsam floating daintily in the waves. Petticoats, undergarments, braziers and all manner of frilly things drifted by the vessel in great droves. Amidst this sea of unmentionables was a single watercraft too quaint to be described as a boat. From it, there did arise quite a clamor. “—that is not the point! Never you mind what mother might think, Jen—Jake! I’ll not have you ravaged atop the highseas by a band of ruffians! You never know when one might encounter a pirate ship! “ Their little craft ( Roger was beginning to think of it as the H.M.S Panties) lurched towards the larger vessel in the salty gloom. Roger called out while gamely throwing a handful of feminine articles into the deep. “I say! I say, old man! Do be a good bunch of fellows and assist us getting our luggage aboard! We are British citizens in dire need of emergency assistance!” Jenny/Jake regarded her brother with a mixture of hopelessness and amusement, having spotted the jolly roger long before her brother had begun to chuck her clothing overboard. She did not think that Roger’s pants or tunic were cut for her figure. And her hair!

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Captain sneered at the watchman, who drooped his shoulders the moment he had been caught not attending to his night duties. The Captain pointed sternly at the wheel, with what looked to be smoke coming from his ears. “Lively lad…get on it.” Course, Kaui mentioned that he happened to be passing, and offered advice to the wheel man “Two full turns hard right if we’re making port in Tortuga, the sails aren’t getting full wind” Captain Moon heard this with a mark of surprise, and the Wheel man scratched his bald head, looking quite dumb. “YOU HEARD THE LAD!…TWO FULL BLASTED TURNS!” The wheelsman did as he was ordered, while the Captain angrily adjusted his hat. “Hard to get a good crew that is not filled with babbling baboons. Right..now..all’s well then.” Or was it? For the crew that had been woken by the Captain’s booming voice, heard something coming from out beyond the mist. “I say! I say, old man! Do be a good bunch of fellows and assist us getting our luggage aboard! We are British citizens in dire need of emergency assistance!” Two of the crew leaned over the sides, and saw the undergarments floating in the sea. One raised a call to the Captain. “CAP’N…look at what be floating in the waves?” The Captain nodded to Kaui to follow him down, where all four would peer over the sides, and see the smaller vessel. “British, ya say. Well…you be a long way from Coventry cove, aye? Certainly……we’ll be helpin ya.” He then leaned over to one of the crew and said. “Fetch those bloomers and frillys from the sea. Rachael will be ever thankful, lad.” The Crew lowered a small boat down, to fetch those in need, and their..floating treasure. <3>

aOpheliac: The sea would always be her home, but for now she had to leave it. Her home was as vast of the Pacific and the Atlantic, but it still wasn’t big enough to escape his wrath. This was a bad idea from the start but it had to be done. She was tired of swimming, and simply started to float. They would come for her, soon she would know justice. Snow white hair moved with the ocean waves, as lithe female form floated still in the water letting the ocean currents take her. The waves changed, growing more violent as something massive drew near. Tilting her head back spied as ship drawing near. “Jammy one.” She laughed. “It always works out in the end.” She needed to draw their attention, if she could get on the ship she could survive another night. She shifted, her fins becoming legs, a simple spell gave her the illusion of clothes. Supple lips parted letting out a scream for help, one after another till her throat grew sore.

Guest_IanWachmann: *Kaui turned started at the captain not reprimanding him, his ear ticked slightly as he heard it. Above the din of the captain and the British expats calling for help he heard her cry for help he whirled on the Cap’n* Ser! Lady overboard t’ starboard! *No sooner had these words left his lips then Kaui lept overboard in nothing but white cotten pants, he took a breath before plunging into the ink black water and began to swim towards her as he prayed for the sea to let them both leave with their lives, he grabbed her arm and slid it around his shoulders* Hang on to me, I’ll take you to the boat. *As their skin made contact he felt the water…. shift, it told him something was amiss that his eyes couldn’t see but he quickly shook that away as her safety quickly became his first concern*

T1Legend: “Haha, Coventry Cove indeed!” Roger climbed aboard the small boat the instant it touched water. “I am Sir Roger Moore—that is /Sir/, capital ‘S’; Knighted by the Queen you know—thespian renown!” Roger’s chest swelled with the announcement. He had sandy b(l)ond(e) and cold, blue eyes. And you could tell at a glance that this man preferred his drinks shaken, not stirred. “My companion is Jake—“ He took a quick glance at the lacey wreckage and told a quick lie. Only an actor could think so quickly on his feet, ho-ho-ho! (When Roger said, or thought in this case, the word actor it was always pronounced /actore/) “—traveling panty salesman. We erm, were forced to throw our inventory overboard in order to fend off…..sharks. Frightful terrible beasts, sharks. Funny thing about sharks, did you know that—“ Roger continued to chat up the sailors that had been sent to help them. Meanwhile, Jake hauled luggage into the boat, struggling beneath the bulk. “—Cartilage, you know—JAKE! CAREFUL WITH THAT. MY LOTIONS ARE IN THERE! The salinity in the air is just dreadful for my skin. /Dreadful!/” It was then that an unfortunate accident happened. Roger’s case of lotions didn’t float as well as the panties did, but Jake did not seem too taken with grief.

aOpheliac: By the time the gentleman got her, her scales had just started to flatten into skin, the silver hues of her scales that lined her arms faded away and melted into a pale skin tone. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her head against him. He smelled of human, that strange of musk that seemed to cling to all of them. Dispite that she leaned on him…..a little more then she needed to but. But hey, she needed a rest so why not? It was nice to not have to swim. “Thank the Gods, I’ve been floating for days. I had a piece of wood, but when I woke up its was gone.” She lied. “Wasn’t sure if anyone would hear me over the waves.”

Guest_IanWachmann: *Kaui smiled as she leaned into him and looked over to her* Good thing I heard ya then. *As he neared the ship he looked to the rail and called up* OI LADS! A ROPE WOULD BE LOVELY! *as he shifted her weight so he could tread water easier the ocean whispered across the salt spray to him again “Mer..” the rest was drown out by the girl’s sudden speech, he shook his head to clear the voice and focused on her once more. Shaking his black hair from his eyes and face he looked to her and asked* “How did you end this far out? Were you on a ship?” *he quickly glanced down her body then back “damnable ocean” he thought*

CharlotteCarrendar:- There were many words that one would use to describe Rodger, and for the life of Captain Moon, he simply couldn’t find one to suit, for Rodger had a mouth on him that was faster than a jack rabbit on acid. Rodger’s story had the Captain staring at him in a perplexed fashion, looking set to interject, but then following Rodger’s gesture towards the floating cargo in the choppy seas below. ~Travelling panties salesmen?~ The Captain thought. ~All the way out here?~ Now, any man who knew the sea, knew also that few women ever were allowed on a pirate ship, in particular one such as the Devil’s Mystery; accept for Rachael of course, since many regarded her as having bigger brass balls than the Captain himself. When Rodger mentioned the shark problem, the Captain couldn’t hold back. “Now…I be hearing some tall tales…Rodger, is it? Batting off a shark with an oar…maybe a good poke in the eye, but I would never consider slapping me under clothes at one.” One of the crew piped up and said. “Might die from the smell, Cap’n” The Captain growled angrily under his breath, remembering the pants sail incident. “GET THAT BAGGAGE UP ON THIS DECK, BEFORE I NAIL YOUR FOOT TO THE FLOOR!” The crew man saluted sharply, fearful of being bolted to the deck, and attempted to help Jake bring up the rest of the baggage. All the while, Captain Moon kept an eagle eye on Rodger. There was something about him…and his showman ways. But just as things were being handled on one side of the ship, Kaui was off rescuing…something or someone on the other side. A loud kersplash, and cabin boy Tim was ringing the warning bell. “MAN OVERBOARD!” Hells bells, it was turning into quite a night. A few lads ran over and tossed a rope out to drag him back in.<3>

CortaeDeEssSar: -From the nearest coral reef that flourished nearby a tiny being felt he needed to depart. The golden scaled fish kissed his friends and family goodbye as he ventured into the deep dark ocean. Hours upon hours the little fish swam acoss the deep blue, and the more he swam the bigger the ocean seemed. ‘It was endless’ thought the goldfish with a slight smile across his face. As everything was going well; tragedy soon struck. The fish was then pulled by a current created by a much larger body. It was in fact a boat that the little fish saw though, he had never seen one before. He was suprised and terrified for what was to come as his body moved beyond his control. Waves then kicked him up and out of the water repeatedly, and one of those times a huge body with two legs and two arms had landed on him. Beyond comprehension, the little fish struggled to gain control of himself and the situation, but it was too late for the fish. A rope then would have smacked him up and out of the water, where he would land on the deck of the boat. Finally, after the extreme adventure, the little fish rested.. unmoving.. unbreathing..-

T1Legend: “—So then, I said to him; I SAID to HIM by JOVE, ‘Not in this house, you won’t!’ HAHAHA. Not in this house!” Jake had just finished unloading the last of the suitcases along with the help of a sailor. His hair was very fine and very blonde, so faint of hue that it was almost white. His features were delicate and smooth, though the expression he wore seemed oddly suitable on his face. His lips were pursed together in a thin frown and his brow was creased. Looking at Roger with narrowed eyes, Jake spoke in a voice in a prepubescent voice that had yet to deepen. “Roger. Shut up.” Slender, uncalloused fingers curled into a fist. Jake belted Roger in the kisser hard enough to draw blood and cause his vision to flash white. Roger clutched his mouth with both hands, bemoaning the injury to his beautiful face. Likely he would cry over the injury for days. Jake felt it was a small price to pay.

T1Legend: Roger recovered more quickly than his sister gave him credit. As long as there were people present to whom he could display his ass (metaphorically speaking) he was a happy fucking camper. “You lot! To my quarters with these, if you please! Do see that you arrange for a window view, yes? A balcony would be nice, but I suppose I could live without. But not too far from the privy! Or the kitchen! I have a condition that—“ Jake had begun to place a healthy amount of distance between himself and his brother. Jake had a condition too—he was allergic to walking the plank. He wandered over to the railing and propped his elbows up on the edge, blowing a tuft of hair out his eyes as the men worked at stuffing her delicates in fishnets. Jake’s complexion appeared decidedly rosey. Meanwhile: “ I cannot believe this travesty! I must moisturize /regularly/. Do you think God parts the heavens and says ‘Here, have perfect skin?’ WELL I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT HE DOES NOT, SIR. IT REQUIRES BRITISH PERSERVERIENCE AND—” Jake huffed from his perch. “Will somebody please throw him overboard, already? Please?”

aOpheliac: Mortal females truly did have it easy. Honestly this old trick worked every time, she didn’t even have to sing. The mermaid nodded at his question, little did the human know was actually writing her lie for her at this point. She simply went with his ship idea and filled in the blanks. “We were attacked.” She lied, throwing a story together in her head. “My head feels fuzzy. Just remember the end.” She kept her voice soft and small, the same tone she would use to sing her song in. “Floating in the water, and flames in the distance.” She shrugged as the rope slapped against the water. Her small hands griped it as she started pull herself up. Her sudden façade of fatigue vanished; she had no use for it anymore she was on the ship. She pulled herself onto the deck and looked back over the side of the ship at her savior.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Rodger…would not shut up. Like he was at a wealthy men’s club in London, he prattled on with a nasally air, that did nothing for the Captain’s mood. Definitely not pirate material. Thoughts abound of what exactly to do with this pair, but as luck would have it, the younger lad, had a good right hook. After telling Rodger to shut the hell up, he struck him so hard with a blow, that it had all the crew cheer. ~WHACK!~ Boy, did that give Jake some brownie points. The Captain roared with laughter, to see the blood trickle from between Rodger’s fingers. “AHAHAHA…AHAHAHAHA…Good lad. Nothing like a bit of senseless violence to get the crew happy, right lads?!” The crew cheered again, and the Captain slapped Jake hard across the back, in a sign of friendship. “You lad, got a good arm. Could use someone like you on my crew.” –he leaned towards Jake and said in a hushed tone, loud enough for Rodger to hear. “Hope ya broke his jaw…and he be a bit quieter. Was ready to stuff some frillies in his gob.” The Captain would smile broadly at Rodger and then snap his fingers, as a crewman brought him a jug of rum. “Here…this cures all. Drink that…and you won’t be feeling a thing…or your legs, Son.”

Guest_IanWachmann: *Kaui stared up at the girl, and the ease with which she scaled the rope, as he pondered whether she had ever climbed rigging before he felt a brush against his ribs and looked down and smiled, a small clown fish brushed next to him, in shock from the rope slapping the water no doubt he scooped it into his hand and whispered in his grandfathers tongue “I will guard you, little friend.” *he then wrapped his arm around the rope and hauled himself topside(with some trouble) as he rolled onto the deck he glanced up to see the Her on deck as his eyes swept across her legs the breeze finally spoke its message “Mermaid.” Kaui gasped at the realization then searched the deck then glanced down to his small friend now flapping in a small bit of water in his palm “Oi! Any ‘a you lot have a empty bottle rollin’ about?”

T1Legend: Jake tumbled forward and rocked on his heels with the captain’s backslap. “He seems to be under the impression that this is a cruise ship of some sort”, Jake confided in an equally hushed tone. Roger had since made a beeline for the pair, aiming to have a word with the Captain about a little thing called cleanliness. Fortunately for him, his line of thought was broken by a jug being thrust into his hands. He viewed it suspiciously, and after a sniff turned his nose up at it. Literally. He gave it the old try, however, and was soon dry-heaving over the railing. “Oh, give me that, you sissy.” Jake needed it worse than Roger did at this point, anyway. He snatched the jug from his brother and took a massive draught. Booze ran down the corner of his mouth. This was followed by a massive belch. Being a man wasn’t turning out to be half-bad! Hic!

aOpheliac: This was always the worst part. Walking. Standing was easy- though she was a tad wobbly-, but even the smallest of movements was a challenge. She could fall while simply turning around. So she stood still. Looking down at both the gent who /saved/ her and the little fish flopping in his hand. She didn’t pay mind to gasping, and simply attributed it his lack of gills….perhaps he was simply tired form the climb. The thought was gone from her mind before she could really give it any thought. “My, my just saving everyone today, huh?”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The two Brits took to sharing the jug of rum, till there wasn’t any left. The Captain watched with a bemused expression, as Jake had the plum coloured liquid running down the corners of his lips. “Easy there lad.” Course, he let out a tremendous belch, and this had the crew in stitches. “What you know, me hearties….these fellows know how to knock back a rum. “ The Captain placed his hands squarely upon his hips and then noted that Kaui had come back from his drop in the drink. “Now…what you be doing diving off me boat into Davey Jones locker, eh?” But what he brought up with him, had the Captain see red. “Oh…no. Not another bloody woman.” The crew heard the word woman, and all turned from the drinking competition, to spy on the shapely lovely. The crew wolf whistled and guffawed, some even got bulges in odd places. The Captain thundered across the deck and gave her a right look up and down. “Hmmph. Throw her back.” And then marched towards his cabin, without care. <3>

T1Legend: The captain was right about the drink’s potency. Jake couldn’t feel his legs. Or his face. He stood there, swaying pleasantly while Roger slumped to the deck in a twisted sprawl, clutching his throat. “ Poisoned!” /Gasp/ “I’ve been…poisoned. Ooo…..Items we need to discush…Heeey. Pretty lady. ” One hand reached forward pawing at the soon-to-be-overboard woman’s ankle. Jake steadied himself with both hands, having yet to find sea legs and being intoxicated to boot. [Roger] “Shall I, er..hic! Compare thee to a summer’sh day? Hic? Thou art…more beautiful—no more lovely! And more temperate—hey, what do you mean throw’er back?!”

Guest_IanWachmann: *Upon hearing the captain’s words Kaui whirled, dropping the jug as he did so. He sauntered over to the captain his shoulders back and fist clenched* “Captain Moon! She stays with me, ser!” *he quickly glanced down to find Roger crawling around the deck he bent and tried scooping him up, clenching a bit too hard on the tops of his shoulders “You. Up.”

aOpheliac: Sunset hues grew wide of the man spoke. He knew? She had changed and made sure that didn’t see….perhaps her story wasn’t good enough? Next time she would use the song. What ever remnants of her damsel in distress façade melted away, as her true self came into light. “I’ll explain it all…maybe even sing you a song.” She tried to ignore the men that stared at her, but after the –one she assumed was the captain spoke her tolerance wore then. In her mind she took count of all the men she would eating on her stay of this cursed ship. The one that whistled, the lewd ones with sudden afflictions in their loins, and the of course the captain. She would sing him a sweet song, the last song he would ever hear. /Throw her back/ she scoffed folding her arms as the words ran though her mind. a hand on her ankle, she shrieked before pulling her ankle away. Which caused her to stumble and fall flat on her face. Picking herself up she managed to get to knees. She wouldn’t be getting to her feet again. Such a manoeuvre was beyond her ability at this point. She turned at the one that caused her fall. She added that one to the list of things she would eat.

T1Legend: Kuai really shouldn’t have jostled Roger in such a manner. It came all at once—a hot streaming jet of brown, plum tinted chunks and soapy green liquid. It smelled foul, possessing the aroma of an unkept outhouse in July. Indeed, it would have been more feasible for the substance to have escaped his other end. Little white sods bubbled and fizzed away in the green goo, having a consistency not unlike that of chicken broth.

CharlotteCarrendar:- It was a comedy, or at least it should well have been. The brits could not hold their rum, and as Rodger splayed out on the deck and cried out for the busty maiden, the hero of the hour; Kaui was most displeased at the very notion of tossing the broad over the sides. The crew were in fits of laughter at Rodger’s display, while also waiting for the wraith of the Captain, when Kaui took him head on. “Captain Moon! She stays with me, ser!” This had the Captain stop dead in his tracks. You could see the rise and fall of his shoulders. The bristling of his beard and the grinding of teeth was loud enough to have cabin boy Tim, duck behind a barrel in fear. “You addressing me…the Captain in that fashion, lad? Just cause you were the big hero, diving into the seas to save some aquatic tart who swam in from god knows where….and you are going to have her bunk with you? When the whole crew be wanting a bit? HMM? Ever occur to you that women are a curse to any sea going vessel. *He then pointed at her directly*…She smells FISHY!” As the Captain took a step forward, he nearly tripped over Rodger’s outstretched hand. “WILL SOMONE PICK UP THIS DRUNKEN SOD…OR I BE CHARGIN’ A FEW TO WALK THE PLANK!’ Righting himself, he scowled at Kaui and then shouted. “SHE BE OFF AT THE NEXT PORT…A’RIGHT LAD?” It was deal or no deal. <3>

Roleplay Live : Group : A Pirate’s life.

Pirates.

As the Cod piece turns.

Writers:
CharlotteCarrendar
LadyBelz

CharlotteCarrendar:- ~What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? …early in the morning..~ A very good question one might ask, if they were to witness the drunken antics of a mad Englishman, who was surrounded by sailors, going through wet ladies frilly undergarments, pulled from the deep. One pirate was quite taken with a fancy brassiere, till Moon swiped it off him and then picked up some of the other pretty frillies. “Get back to swabbing the deck…and no more dressing funny…bad enough these…things are on board!” Glaring at the other pirates, he snatched one lace corset and then marched down to his quarters, where the lovely Rachael would hopefully be resting. Opening the door, he stuck his head in, then tried to sneak in, and hang up the lacey undergarments, so that they had a chance to dry before she woke up. His entire chambers, were filled, with fancy frillies. Not exactly what you expect to see a Captain messing with. <3>

LadyBelz: Rachael was beginning to go stir crazy. Between the Captain checking on her, the doctor asking after her health and well-being every 10 minutes and Tim fawning over her like some love-sick moron, Rachael was fair-to-night ready to gut someone. She wanted out of the cabin and on the main deck, taking in the salty, sea air and feeling more wind on her face than that which came through the porthole in her quarters. She felt the ship lurch, and more-or-less heard Moon when he went stomping from the cabin and that’s when she made her move. Easing herself from the bed, she checked herself over from head to toe. There was a slight ache and pull where the doctor had sewn her up but she was on the mend. Legs shakier than a newborn colt, she headed for the wash basin and began to clean herself up. Oh it felt good to feel like a human being again! She moaned lightly when she dumped the water over her head and viciously attacked her snarled hair with the soap. Clean and dry, she took up her clothing and put them on. There were muffled shouts and thumps over her head…and was that singing she could hear? Shaking her head, she laced up her boots and strapped her pistol and cutlass to her hips. The cabin door crashed open behind her and she whirled around, pistol drawn and ready to shoot…but stayed her hand as she watched the Captain drop something on his desk. Was that a ladies corset and panties? What the hell? One eye glinted dangerously and her pistol went up once more. “Ye better be having a grand explanation for the whys and whatfors for those lace garments that be upon yer desk.” she growled.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The click of the pistols, and the sudden throwing open of the door, poor Captain Moon was caught..with incriminating items. A pair of French lace knickers fell with a splatt on his desk, and he made a slight strangled cry, more embarrassed to be even caught holding them in the first place, as opposed to having the pistols aimed at him. Her one good eye glinted at him as he realised he was surrounded by women’s undergarments. Dripping wet ones, to boot. “It’s…not what you think, Woman. I’m trying to dry them for ya.” This was sounding like he was digging his own grave, and he snatched up the lace panties and shook them in his grip. “As if I would keep this sort of thing in my cabin. Err..’ere…I can explain. It all started when..” Suddenly, Harold chorused in. “Pretty on board….Pretty on board…Moon is a Codfish…AAARRGGH..whistle!” Captain Moon threw the wet pink laceys at the parrot, and it landed on his head, causing him to flap his wings wildly and cry. “Who’s a pretty polly?” The Captain went in behind his chair, like his Lady love was about to shoot him in cold blood. “I told them…throw her over at the next port!” <3>

LadyBelz: Each word Moon spoke, the further Rachael’s anger went. Harold spouting off about another woman on board was the last straw as far as she was concerned. When she spoke, there was sharp steel in her tone, as sharp as the blade at her hip. She’d been attacked, shot at, delerious with fever for who knows how long and she was hungry! “You have to the count of three to get these…things…and whatever fekkin skirt is aboard this ship before I be shootin yer nutsack…and I don’t mean that bag sittin on the corner of your desk, either. One…” She cocked her pistol. “Two…” Her arm moved to take aim. “Thr-…”

CharlotteCarrendar:- This was becoming a tense situation. Captain Moon was not your usual Pirate to hide from a pistol totting woman, but then again, this was Rachael, and she was seriously ropeable. The poor Captain, the look of horror on his face, when she made her declaration, that she wanted the laceys, and the woman off the ship, before she counted to three…and she had started counting. In a trice, he threw open the window, after snatching up as many frilly things as he could and tossed them all out the window, into the water. With a loud splash, you heard the bundle of wet clothes hit the sea below, as the Captain rounded back to face the pistols. “THERE….gone. And..and…and…now see here..” *he raised a finger in defence.*..”One of the crew pulled the lass out of the drink…I said..’Throw her back!” But would the wily Rachael, stand for his half assed attempt to meet her demands. <3>

LadyBelz: Watching him scramble, grabbing women’s knickers left and right and shoving them out of the porthole was an amusing sight to watch. Rachael had to fight with all that she was to keep from laughing outright, lips twitching once or twice. She listened as he explained how the woman came to be aboard. She wouldn’t be on for much longer if Rachael had her say…and the jackass who dared would follow behind her. Calmly, Rachael reholstered her pistol, sat down in the chair opposite and propped her booted feet up on the desk corner. “What’s there to eat. I’m hungry enough to eat the mast and have the sails for dessert.”

CharlotteCarrendar:- Eagle eyes watched on, as that damn woman looked set to laugh now, at his antics. Great…no respect for authority. He thought to himself, as she reholstered her pistols, and promptly sat herself down on a chair, and propped her feet up on the desk, like…she was the Captain. “What’s there to eat. I’m hungry enough to eat the mast and have the sails for dessert.” The Captain’s face looked decidedly grim now, since he had acted in her best interests, and thought she might like some fancy frillies. In fact, he was half hoping to see her model them. He took a look out the window, as the undergarments floated away, leaving an odd trail behind the ship. His head whipped around and then he almost spat out the word “BAH!” and marched past her, ripping open the door and bellowing on the top of his lungs. “GET THE WOMAN A FEED OF DRY FISH AND MAKE IT SNAPPY!” He then slammed the door and thundered back over, ready to kick her boots off the table, but not quite. He then sat in his chair, and folded his arms sternly, as Cabin boy Tim rushed in and almost tripped over himself, placing a tray with a large dry fish on it before Rachael. “Here, Miss.” He smiled with a toothy grin. There were no forks, just…a fish on a plate. <3>

LadyBelz: She continued to be amused when he aimed a kick at her feet, but stopped at the last minute as if he was reminded she wasn’t fully healed just yet. And in all honesty, being upward and mobile was beginning to tire her, but she was an O’Malley, and no O’Malley worth their salt gave up at the first sign of pain or trouble. “You’re grumpier than a bear sat on a beehive. Is the rum gone?” Rachael asked lightly as Tim sat a tray of fish in front of her, giving her another of his love-sick smiles. She rolled her eyes as he began backing out of the cabin. Snatching up her dagger from her boot, she threw it with deadly precision at Tim. He felt the blade as it swept passed his head. The dull thud of the blade imbedding itself into the wall behind him had him gulping hard. He reached up to touch the side of his head, sure that she had vetted him and was relieved when he found no would. “Look again.” she told him. He turned to look and felt faint. There, beneath her blade, were several strands of stringy blond hair…his hair. He looked at her over his shoulder. “I’m old enough ta be yer sister, lad, make no mistake. And I prefer my men with a little more hair on their faces and chests. No scoot.” Tim did not need telling a second time. He threw open the door and ran screaming down the hall as if the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. Getting to her feet, she retrieved her dagger, sitting once more and using the instrument to cut into her fish. She found that the Moon had watched the exchange without a word.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Watching Tim go screaming down the hall, had the Captain well and truly irate, and not cause she tried to run a dagger though his skull, but more about how she fancied men, not boys. She had to mention she liked em with hair on their chests, and their faces. Truth was, Captain Moon, had no hair on his chest, not a single one, not even in his belly button. He started to grumble in what was like the coming eruption of a geyser or a volcano. He was a man with balls so blue from lack of sex, you would think they were dipped in blue ink. “Ya say ya prefer the men…Ha!…I be men..and ya don’ be caring for the likes of me. Nooo…you like that shit head, Pirate King. BAH!…Just cause he has a woolly mat of hair on his chest, and those dimples. Poncey git.” He then pointed at her. “Eat ya fish!” He got up from his chair, and stomped, yes stomped out the door, after the screaming boy. <3>

LadyBelz: Rachael stared after him, a piece of fish partway to her mouth as he went storming up to the deck. The Pirate King? Why in the seven hells of Hades would he think she had any sort of feelings for that big-headed, egotistical, womanizing son of a gutterfish, who’s only redeeming qualities apparently ran down his mother’s leg? Deeply offended, Rachael remained where she was, finishing her fish with the rum that had been left on the table. There was no way she was going to go soothe Moon’s ruffled feathers. She had a hard enough couple of weeks and just wanted to heal. She had some killing to do and was itching to get her revenge for her family. “Bah! Men…never understand them.” she muttered to herself. “MEN ARE CUCKOO…CUCKOO IN THE HEAD…SQUAWK!” screeched Harold from his perch in the corner. Rachael pegged a roll at him and he went screeching out after Moon.

CharlotteCarrendar;- Up on the top deck, the Captain thundered out, while all around the crew were working hard, to ensure the ship was…ship shape. From scrubbing the decks, to maintaining the ropes, ensuring all the loose cargo was secure, and not in harm’s way from a Captain on the warpath. His muscular arms pumped back and forth, and as he climbed the stairs to the top most point of the ship, to where the first mate, was steering, Captain Moon gripped his hat, and jerked it so it sat firmly upon his head. The Captain snapped his head towards the first mate, who almost trembled and soiled his pants, at the dark look on the Captain’s face. “Cap’n?” He asked, afraid of having his ear explode from the coming roar of the Captain. But instead, the Captain asked in a loud voice. “How ruddy long before we get to port?…I don’t want to spend another minute with that….sea witch of a woman below. Ungrateful…*he then said a lot of things, that would turn a sailor to blush, while some of the other crew chuckled, one even guffawed, till the Captain spun around and shot him a glare that would kill a man.* “I WANT SOME RUM!!” She was driving him to drink. His pride hurt, and his emotional state questionable, he stood with arms folded, before taking out his looking glass, and searching the horizon for the sign of land. They weren’t going to get to port soon enough. <3>

LadyBelz: Finished with her dinner and leaving her plate and cup where they sat, she slowly made her way to the deck. The men were running about, making sure the ship was running well and she spotted Moon standing near his first mate, his expression as dark as his hat. Angry herself, she turned in the opposite direction, making her way to the bow of the ship. Many of the men attempted to speak to her, but a fierce glare from her turned them back to their duties. She sat at the bow, leaning against the elegantly carved tailfin of the sea serpent that was the ship’s mascot. The wooden carving stretched out over the bow, around and across the bowsprit, boom and flying jib, the large head pointing out to sea. She was perched (more or less) recklessly on the edge, one leg casually bent the other stretched out along the wooden railing. Careful of her still healing wound, she rested an elbow on her upturned knee and sighed. She had missed this, being out in the open air, viewing the seas as it lead them home. A pair of dolphins jumped through the waves left in the ships wake and she couldn’t help but smile at their antics. Despite the brisk breeze, she remained as still as a statue, neither acknowledging the others of the crew nor her own still fragile state, her thoughts in turmoil as she went back over the events of the past weeks and her attitude toward Moon. “What a mess.” she murmured aloud, her words carried away by the wind. She wondered how much longer it was until they reached Isladel Mar Negro, a pirate’s home turf? She needed to get away from everyone and do some thinking about her life…and her future…

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Ship’s doctor, was also doing his work, tending to a sailor’s ankle, when he spotted the beautiful Rachael, come up from below, and then head in the opposite direction to that of the Captain. It didn’t take a Rhode scholar to figure out that the pair had been at it again. Then again, when weren’t they? Patting the sailor’s ankle that was bandaged nicely, the Doctor rose and then pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose, before sauntering up towards the front of the ship, while hearing Rachael say to the wind “What a mess.” The Ship’s Captain was a learned man, and had served in the royal houses, but alas, his love of gambling, and women, had cost him much in his younger years, and the next thing he knew, after a drunken game of cards, he wound up on board the Devil’s Mystery, to serve the Captain and crew, through all their voyages and adventures. Not that he didn’t like the sea faring life; it was the temper of the Captain that ended up giving everyone a headache. With one boot raised up and planted on a small cargo box, he lent his forearm across his knee, and stared out past where Rachael was keeping her stare trained. “Real mess you were, Miss back at that port. You’re lucky to be alive…I suggest when we reach port, maybe you make something of this second chance. You don’t belong on this ship, anymore than I do.” He said with concern. <3>

LadyBelz: Very aware that someone stood next to her, Rachael tried to ignore the presence…until he spoke. “Real mess you were, Miss back at that port. You’re lucky to be alive…I suggest when we reach port, maybe you make something of this second chance. You don’t belong on this ship, anymore than I do.” He said with concern. She snorted. “I’ve been at this life since I was a young gurl of 10 and 3. Tis all I know, now. I’ve naught the skills fer anything else, and ta be honest with ye, I don’t want ta do anything else. Despite appearances,” Rachael turned to look over her shoulder at the men running about and the Captain at the helm, “this be me family now.” Rachael passed a glance over the doctor before turning back to ea. “She calls to me like no one’s ever had before. I’d be a fool ta give her up. Surely you understand that, eh?” And if he didn’t, it would be even harder to explain…if she could have been a mermaid, she would live in the sea for eternity and never get bored with her.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Ship’s Doctor nodded with a half cock of the head to the right. He understood her stance, but still he could not help but be concerned. One part of her small speech did make him look back at the crew and smile. “this be me family now.” Interesting way to view a bunch of scruffy, smelly and bad mannered pirates. Few would ever regard them as family, but he understood the sentiment. He had not been seafaring any length of time that was close to her own, so in a way, it was hard for him to comprehend. He did however lean forward, and say under his breath, so as not to raise the suspicions of the crew about the truth of their ill tempered Captain, who was at this time, struggling to get the cork out of a bottle of rum. “He was a right state, Miss. Those days when you were gripped by the fever. Never seen a man so devoted to his…-coughs- yes. He would gut and fillet me, for speaking of such with you, Miss.” With that, he pushed off on his knee, and then turned to head back to write in his journal, leaving Rachael to her thoughts and the sea. <3>

LadyBelz: “He was a right state, Miss. Those days when you were gripped by the fever. Never seen a man so devoted to his…-coughs- yes. He would gut and fillet me, for speaking of such with you, Miss.” And with that cryptic statement, the doc turned and wandered away. Rachael stared after him, her eyes wide with some unnamed emotion. Her gaze slowly roamed toward Moon, watching him carefully. Was it possible? Her thoughts were a mass of confusion. After a time, she shook her head. “No…no…no…no bleeding way.” she murmured, her gaze involuntarily roaming back to Moon, who’d finally gotten the rum bottle open and was swigging it down, most of it missing his mouth and soaking into his shirt and jacket. Was the doctor right? Never one to sit idle in the face of a mystery, Rachael schooled her expression into one of indifference and got gingerly to her feet. The cold sea air had done wonders to clear her head, but her still healing body was feeling its effects as her muscles had gone stiff. She slowly made her way to the stern and Moon’s side, nodding to the men as she passed them by. Tim was working with a bucket and a scrub brush and eyed her warily as she approached. Without pausing in her walk, she ruffled his hair and gave him a small smile, her away of apologizing for her temperament earlier. He smiled in return and all was forgiven. She took her time on the stairs, winded from that fair amount of exercise by the time she reached the helm. She nodded at the first mate with a small smile before standing a little ways behind Moon. She remained silent, a shadow so-to-speak, and waited.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The taming of the Sea, is a feat believed to be only capable by the trident of Poseidon. However, the Doctor had performed a greater feat, for the calming of the wily Rachael, was done so, with the skill of a craftsman, in the manipulation of words, to cast the Captain in a new light. One of a caring man, not the rum swilling angered Sea dog, who was now slamming the cork back in his rum bottle, and tossing it over his shoulder, only to be caught on the fly by a well trained crew member. With his only eye able, due to the patch on his right, he witnessed the tenderness of his Rachael, as she ruffled the Cabin boy’s hair with her hand. A gesture to show that she had cooled that temper, somewhat. The Captain then stared down at the lower deck, where the ship’s doctor did a small nod, and went below. ~Why that crafty son of a bitch?~ The Captain thought to himself. He then wondered if he was the one that pioneered the technique to calm a woman with that small steam powered dildo contraption, that was all the rage in the last major shipping port. He was so glad now, he won the Doctor in that card game. Fancy betting himself, to pay his debts. Heh. But back to the standing of the Captain at the helm. He glanced down to note his shirt covered in rum, then dabbed his fingers on the wet cloth and patted behind his ears, to ensure the rum smell lingered in hotter places. Maybe he did that to spite, who knew, but the first mate got a whiff and was jealous. At that moment, the boy in the crow’s nest cried out loudly. “LAND HO!” to which the entire crew looked up from their stations, as the mountain silouhette could be seen above the horizon. “About…bleeding time. SMETT. Full sail. Get this ship to port…fast as she goes.!” The First mate started yelling orders to the crew, as the sails billowed to full and the ship tore through the waves at greater speed. Captain Moon glanced at Rachael, and then said gruffly. “You get your wish…we be ta port soon.” <3>

LadyBelz: “LAND HO!” came the cry moments later. Rachael glanced out over the horizon and saw the dark silhouette of the mountains of Isla del Mar Negra. Black Sea Island…if there wasn’t an appropriate name for an island then she didn’t know. She looked back at the Captain as he spoke to her in a gruff voice. “You get your wish…we be ta port soon.” It sounded to her like a dismissal. She opened her mouth to reply, but hadn’t a clue what to say. The words seemed to be stuck in her throat. She bowed her head and nodded, turning away before he could see the sheen of tears in her eyes. She didn’t understand why his casual dismissal hurt her. It shouldn’t hurt at all. She was made of sterner stuff. She’s was a Pirate for God’s sake! She took a moment to gather herself together, taking deep calming breaths until the urge to cry had passed. Her eyes were (thankfully!) dry when she turned back around. “How long will we be a-port…sir?” she asked, proud that her voice, and her gaze upon his remained steady. Her heartbeat sounded loud to her own ears and was surprised it didn’t beat its way right out of her chest. She decided then and there, that once they reached port, she was going to drink herself silly. Damn the consequences!

CharlotteCarrendar:- The port was filled with all manner of ships; Pirate vessels from all over the seven seas. From the orient, to the Caribbean, there was a gathering of the sea dogs, and of all the ships to be already in the port. The one that stood out from all others: the Serpent’s curse. The First mate saw the colours, and the markings first and then swallowed. “Oh…heck.” it was the Pirate King himself, and of all the Captains that sailed the seven seas, there was no one Captain Moon hated more than him. Course, the Captain was paying heed to the proud Rachael, who took his words as they were meant. He needed a break from her, as much as she did him. The Captain was at his wits end to please her, after the folly of the sodden undergarments, he had the crew hand pluck from the sea. The First mate coughed, and then the Captain turned his attention back to the approaching port. “The…err…Cap’n..you might want to be looking at the..err…” The Captain appeared confused, and took out his eye glass, only to see what the First mate was frightened to say. “THAT TWISTED..LIMP DICKED, DOUBLE CROSSING…NO GOOD…PIECE OF SEAGULL SHIT!” The first mate nodded…”Aye…it be him.” The Captain stormed down from the helm and roared at his crew. “Look lively….get this ship to port…I need more rum!” He thundered around, hollering orders, as the ship sailed past the others in the small harbour. Was this his way of dealing with being seen by the other Captains, and that cock head King, as a rough and ready Captain who was merciless even to his own crew? Fair to say…he was putting on one hell of a performance, as they finally dropped anchor. On the Serpent’s curse, it was a jolly good time, as the Pirate King was up the mast, on one of the rigging, singing. “I AM THE PIRATE KING…*his crew all chorused*…HE IS THE PIRATE KING! HURRAH!” Oh…this was going to be bad. <3>

LadyBelz: Hearing Moon curse and swear, Rachael looked over his shoulder at its cause and audibly groaned. “Bleedin hell! He’s here?” The last person Rachael ever wanted to see. The Bleedin Pirate King and his merry band of morons. She pinched the bridge of her nose as the bawdry singing of The Pirate King and his mates reached her ears. “Yes, I’m definitely going to need that bloody drink after this.” she mumbled. She shoved the first mate out of the way and began to direct the ship to the docks, picking a spot far enough away from The Serpent’s Curse and her idiot King. Once The Devil’s Mystery was tied down, Rachael was the first one off, stalking down the gangplank and praying to whatever God was listening that no one stopped her, or noticed her. She was going to drop off her things at her modest little home through the jungles before going to the taverns for some much needed ale.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The ship lurched as Rachael took the helm. The Captain was near knocked off his feet, the parrot Harold even fell off his perch, and squawked loudly, while the crew practically rolled across the deck. Even cannon balls were going sailing across the timbers. The commotion did catch the eye of one very horny and smarmy Pirate King, who with one hand holding onto a rope, took out his eye glass, and zeroed in on…..”Rachael!” The entire crew on the Serpent’s curse, all saw the arrival of the Devil’s mystery in something that was very comical, as Captain Moon was seen to rise from the floor, his hat crooked and eye rolling around as the ship was parked at the wharf. ~SLAM~ went the plank and she strode to shore, without so much as a ‘see you around’ to the crew, who were all shaken by her sailing antics. But…the Pirate King, he was more than ready and with a wink and a smile, he grabbed a rope and swung out, then a full on triple somersault back flip and neat tuck, he straightened to land right before the gorgeous Pirate lass, and planted his hands squarely on his hips, as he said with a loud snort, and whipping off his hat, to bow, low, scrapping his long red locks on the timber deck. “Meeee lady. A sight you are to behold. My…Queen of the seas. You came back for me.” He then reached for her hand, to kiss the back of, while on the Devil’s Mystery, Captain Moon’s face….turned to the colour of a tomato. “CREW…I’m….going ashore.” The crew all nodded and watched as the Captain bounded down the gang plank, and straight past the spectacle of the Pirate king and his Rachael. Though, he made sure he was heard when he said. “Need a bigger net to catch crabs….Maureen!” yes…he knew the Pirate King, had a girl’s name. <3>

LadyBelz: Before she could make good her escape, The Pirate King himself executed some crazy, flamboyantly gay move, landing in front of her and cutting off her only avenue of escape. “Meeee lady. A sight you are to behold. My…Queen of the seas. You came back for me.” he exclaimed, grabbing her hand to kiss. Moon took that moment to stride by, snarling like a hibernating bear. “Need a bigger net to catch crabs…Maureen!” Rachael really wanted to laugh at the look of stunned outrage on The Pirate King’s face, but she was feeling a might outraged herself at Moon’s careless comments. She yanked her hand from Maureen’s with a scowl and called after Moon, “I’ll cut out yer tongue and feed it to the sharks, ye one-eyed bow-legged, sorry son of a sea dog! Never speak ta me again! And you!” she looked at Maureen, her single eye sparking with anger, “Go soak yer head, ya bleedin’, worm-riddled, monkey’s hairy arse!” And with that, she shoved The Pirate King with all her might. As he was standing on the edge of the docks, it was simply a matter of gravity collecting what was rightly its due and dunking the overbearing arse into the sea. Not bothering to see if her push bared fruit, she stomped away through the trees and away from the men who lived to cause her all manner of aggravation. She was in a right state when she reached her little cabin in the woods. Usually she enjoyed the solitude the location gave her, but she was in a high state of anger, slamming open the door in a rage and causing her cat, Mr Pibbs to take cover under the bed. “Men! The devil take the lot o’ ye!” she shouted into the air, unaware her voice carried its echo to the docks.

CharlotteCarrendar:- That moment, when the Pirate King hit the water, brought a cheer from the Pirates on the Devil’s mystery and a collective gasp from the gay crew on board the Serpent’s Curse. Moon, couldn’t have given a shit, and Harold, he flew down and promptly jettisoned a small gift to the flailing Maureen; Pirate King. Captain Moon had the face…of well…Imagine a large tiger’s ass, all pursed and puckered. He was livid. How dare she call him all that filth, right in front of every crew that had pillaged the high seas for the past fifty years or more. Down in the waters, the Pirate King was not doing to well, since his weighted purse and guns, along with his fancy belt were weighing him down. “Help!…I’m drowning!” ~glub glub~ Moon leaned over the pier and sung out. “You have to go under to the water to catch crabs, ya gay Ponce!” The crew of the Serpent’s curse, all valiantly tried to lower a boat down to the sinking Captain, while Moon simply strolled up the pier. Rachael had fled to the hills, and probably a good thing too. Captain Moon had one place he wanted to go. The nearest Inn for rum and a card game. <3>

LadyBelz: The Drunken Jackal was situated near the wharf and was run with quiet efficience by Mary Margaret Cathleen O’Breenan. An Irish lass with hair as red as burning fire and bright green eyes, Mary was the only survivor of a ship of Irish immigrants that had gotten caught out at sea during a hurricane. She had been saved by a passing pirate ship and brought to Isla del Mar Negro when she was 24 years of age. The former nun quickly adapted to life in the tropics and opened her inn a few years later. Hers was a successful venture and she tolerated no bullshit in her Inn. If one wanted to fight, they took it outside or she’d have to get involved. It was nearing dusk and the place was busier than ever as more pirates made their way home. She was wiping down tables and collecting glasses and drink orders and food orders when she spotted the elusive Captain James Moon storming in, immediately demanding a bottle of Mary’s best rum and pulling one of the serving girls into his lap as she was passing by. Mary frowned, sure as shit that Moon had been with that Rachael gal a short time ago. She looked around. And what was this? Rachael herself sitting at the end of the bar, a shot glass beneath her fingers as she stared off at nothing, the expression on her face murderous. Mary looked between Moon and Rachael, wondering what the hell was going on. She continued her way around the Inn until she was in front of Rachael, who had just knocked back her third shot of whiskey. “Another.” she demanded, slamming the glass down. Mary waved away her barkeep and poured the shot herself. Rachael stared down at the amber liquid as if it held the secrets of the universe. “Something wrong, lass?” she asked. Rachael shook her head and downed her shot. Mary poured another. “Seems ta me there is.” she hedged. “And it seems ta me, ye should mind yer tongue, lessin’ ye want it to be cut from yer head.” Rachael snapped. Mary arched an eyebrow at the woman, surprised at the vehemence. She refilled the glass and watched as Rachael stared at Moon and Mary’s serving wench from the corner of her eye before glaring at her glass once again. *Trouble in Paradise* Mary thought to herself. She left the bottle of whiskey near Rachael’s arm and went about her job, keeping an eye on the young woman, who was clearly heartbroken over something if the not-so-covetous glances at James Moon were anything to go by.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Oh it was the setting for a scene of “Lost lovers in Paradise….NOT” as the angered Moon, used the bar wench as a shield to his bruised ego more than the fact he actually wanted the barnacle laden skank on his knee. The rum delivered and he popped the cork with his teeth, spitting it venomously across the room, while the door to the establishment burst open with a still wet Pirate King and his horde of merry men. The Pirate King surveyed the room, and then took in that Rachael was seated by herself, scowling into a glass whilst Moon was enjoying (maybe) the spoils of some busty lovely. Oh this was the perfect time to make a move for the fair hand of the buxom Rachael, and he took off his hat, slapping it to the chest of one of his crew, as he strode over, and then stood, showing off the masterpiece of a codpiece, that was sticking up in the air, like an Indian elephant in love with a moose. “Thanks to you…I have now washed off the crud of the last voyage, and smell sweeter than Queen Betsy’s armpit. Ahh…you still have a way with men, Fair Rachael.” He rapped the bar with his ringed hand and asked the Inn keeper; Mary for a glass of whiskey, as he attempted to mount the bar stool beside her. “You haven’t changed a bit, not even with the sun’s kiss on your bare shoulders.” Overhearing this, Moon let out a loud laugh, and tried to pretend he was enjoying himself. “A piece of gold to smell your sweet….-cough-…got a room close by?” he was trying to make Rachael jealous…But would it work?<3>

LadyBelz: Rachael rolled her eyes as the self-proclaimed Pirate King sat down at her side. She pretended that Moon’s comments did not affect her, when in reality, she just wanted to bawl like a baby. *Stiff upper lip, Rache.* She sighed. “Ya smell like the back end of a donkey that’d just taken a shite.” Rachael stated with calm dignity. The inn patrons around her all started to laugh at that. “Away with ye, Maureen. Ya needn’t be trying to get in me skirts this day for I have no use for ye…or ye codpiece.” With a haughty sniff, she grabbed her glass and her bottle of whiskey and moved to a table in the back corner, away from everyone. Once look around, and she wished she had stayed at the bar as she had a direct view across to Moon’s table and him pawing the serving wench like a dog with a bone. Shoving her glass away, she took up the bottle and started drinking the whiskey straight, feeling the burn all the way down to her toes.

CharlotteCarrendar:- For the patrons in the Inn, this was turning into something of a Pirate soap opera, with all the main players, making moves that would win an Emmy on any prime time network, but back to the action. Old Moon was not as dumb or short-sighted, to see that his act for the rights to bed the bar wench, had made their mark on Rachael, and her rejection of the Pirate king, just added to his prize. But…when he saw the look on her face, the way she was about to down an entire bottle of whiskey in one go…he suddenly stopped pawing the exposed breasts of the barmaid. Damn that woman! Moon thought to himself, as the Pirate King had moved on to trying to tickle under the chin of Mary, to soothe his wounded pride. “Oh Mary..care to polish me, like you do the bar top. I see you got hands that were meant for stroking a man to pleasure.” The crew of the Devil’s mystery all filed in, and they too saw the Captain seated with some bar tart and they all grumbled, for they thought of the Captain and Rachael to be a match made in heaven. The barmaid whispered something into Moon’s ear giggling, and he then looked shocked. “YOUR NAME’S TOM?!” Yes…he had just been feeling up a trannie. He quickly shoved the broad off his knee and acted like he had just touched a dead octopus. “What is with this world? Why can’t I get a real woman on my lap?” This brought laughter from Maureen, who chortled. “Been asking that question about you for years…Moon! Ahahahahaa!” <3>

LadyBelz: Mary was no slouch when it came to fending off the more amorous Pirate lords. She slapped the man’s hands away from her and scowled. “You keep yer roamin hands to yourself, Maureen Seamus Lucille Mckennan, if’n’ ye know what’s good fer ya!” Hearing The Pirate King’s full name caused everyone in the bar to break out in laughter as Maureen’s face went red as red as a tomato. Rachael ignored all of this as she watched Moon shove the bar wench from his lap as his own crew chuckled. She was feeling lightheaded and dizzy and a tad bit brave with the whiskey coursing through her system. Taking one last swig, she set the bottle down, missing the table completely. It smashed to the floor as she stumbled to her feet. Wiping her hand across her mouth, she stumbled her way across the bar, helped along by others when she walked (more like fell) into them. The crew of The Devil’s Mystery slowly fell silent as she made their way toward them. “You!” she drunkenly exclaimed, pointing at James. “I wanna talk ta ya. Tell yer little bar tart ta get lost.” She waved a hand over her shoulder, nearly knocking over another servant who had a tray full of drinks in her hands. The woman, though was a pro at dodging drunken people and went into a squat. The momentum of her swing turned Rachael around until her back was toward Moon. She looked around. “Where’d he go? The lout! Couldn’t even hang around to talk with me? The arse.” She hiccuped and giggled before turning around once more and spying Moon still sitting at the table he had claimed. “You!” she pointed, nearly falling backward. A man who had been sitting behind her, quickly righted her before she fell but she took no notice. “Where’d ye come from? We haven’t had our…condens…compens…talk yet!” She giggled again before her attention was caught by her hands. “Ooo. I have 20 fingers!” she giggled. Not one of the crew nor Moon himself had ever seen Rachael this drunk before. It was kind of amusing in a pitiful kind of way. She glanced up at Moon again. “Yer eyes sparkle, dinna ye know? I fink it’s sexy.” she smiled. Using the table for support, she made her way around the table until she was standing at Moon’s side. “Do ya hate me?” she wondered, sounding so sad and pathetic, it made a heart bleed.

CharlotteCarrendar:- It was like one of those dance hall scenes, where everyone was moving in a choregraphed dance, that had the drunken Rachael make her way awkwardly, yet safely through the crowd, as she descended upon Moon, with all the gusto of a Pirate Queen, that she was in reality. Everyone had heard of the wild tales, of Rachael, and now to see her…drunk, was a new experience, even for the old Sea dog Moon. “I wanna talk ta ya. Tell yer little bar tart ta get lost.” She demanded, and Captain Moon replied. “I dropped him soon as I felt his balls….see? Nothing on me. Now you be calming ya self, Woman!” The crew of the Devil’s mystery all gawked and then their heads all turned in unison back to Rachael, who was being assisted to standing by another patron she nearly fell on. It was like Wimbledon. . “You!” Another collective gasp and head turn to the Captain, and the Captain responded. “Get on with it Woman.” Heads turned back to Rachael. “Yer eyes sparkle, dinna ye know? I fink it’s sexy.” This brought on raucous laughter and the Captain saw red…at his men. “Grab a bleeding wench and rum…and go enjoy yourselves, before I demand we set sail again!” The crew scurried, as he reached for Rachael, and drew her upon his lap. For a moment, he just sat there, like the little cogs in his mind, were trying to grind out something that wasn’t acid like and hateful. Truth was he loved her…just hated showing it. “No…” he said simply, interlocking his fingers with hers. “No…I don’t. You know me feelins’…Ya do.” <3>

LadyBelz: She punched him in the shoulder…or tried to anyway, but her aim was due to the amount of whiskey she’d drunk. “That’s the problem with ye. Ye dinna tell me yer feelin’s! How am I ta know them if’n’ ye don’t tell em to me?” she demanded. “Is it to much ta ask ta be honest with me?” she wondered. Before he could answer, she put a palm on his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “Can ya not see it in me own eyes, the love I feel fer ye, ya daft git?” She wouldn’t remember her actions on the morrow, but for now, she did what she’d wanted to do for some time, she bent down and kissed him…

CharlotteCarrendar: – If ever there was a moment, you had waited your whole life to see, it was the Captain being kissed by his beloved Rachael. Sure..she was out of her mind with drink, but to the crew and patrons of the Inn, this was the most romantic moment to be spoken about for years. Every word she uttered, the entire room hung on, for you could not hear a pin drop. Oh no, no one was going to miss this. As she planted her lips on his, the crew all cheered and applauded, even the Pirate King, knew when he was beat, and shouted all the crews drinks on him. The pianola player started to whip up a tune, that had many raise a tankard and sway to songs of home, and the joys of a Pirate life……..Meanwhile….out in the open waters off the coast, a fleet of her Majesty’s finest was sailing for the port. On the top deck, the vile and notoriously pompous Lord Shammersmoth, held in his hands the wanted posters, of several pirates…including….Rachael. “Steady she goes…” The Lord said with an evil glint in his eye. There was about to be trouble in the pirate’s paradise. <3>

I Bet She Gives Great Helmet! -Spaceballs, 1987

Players:
LoreleiRoseCarrendar (aka CharlotteCarrendar)
Shrurak
LadyBelz

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: On the Edith, it was like the backstage dressing room of a broad way musical, with pirates of all shapes and sizes, picking out female costumes to wear, in a big to go in as a musical brothel boat, in the hope of tricking the british into getting Rachael back. Moon and the Doctor, were both standing looking into a special chest that the Pirate King had brought up specially. “Its some of my best frocks. Knocked em dead in Paris.” He said, holding up a feather fan and waving it, as Moon sneered at the Doctor. “I hope to God Rachael never sees this.” He said with a gruff and angered tone. The Doctor took off his own hat, and then placed on a large white frilly wig. “Remember why we are doing this, Captain. Tis the only way.” The Captain’s shoulders slumped, as he took out a French burlesque costume, designed for the Pirate King. “I feel so cheap.” He muttered as he went off to get changed. The rest of the crew got the ship ready with fancy lanterns, and flags, and brought out the phonograph, so they could play music while they seduced the British soldiers. The first mate came up alongside Captain Lostchild and slapped his back heartily. “You are a good man for letting us use ya ship. Here…Smith is going to take ya for that drink. We promise to bring your ship back…in a jiffy.” He lied, and waved Captain Lostchild off, as he went to raise the anchor. The ship moved out of port with the dancing lady pirates on the top deck, approaching the Sentor, while all the other pirate ships….got ready. :: On the deck of the Sentor, two guards were doing the rounds, when they saw the brightly lit up party boat approaching. They both stopped, as they saw the buxom lassies, rubbing themselves against the posts and ropes, while there were four…very large ladies, dancing on the top or bow of the ship.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Moon was dressed in a hot red number, with a white wig, while Captain Maureen, was dressed from head to to in pink feathers and lace and a black top hat. The Doctor was wearing a huge white wig, and equally odd makeup, and they all waved and blew kisses at the Sentor’s crew. “Let us aboard and for a bag of gold…we will sing, dance and blow your cares away….” the Pirate King or Queen sang out.

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild almost yelled in excitment as he immediatly wrapped his arm around Smith’s shoulders, speaking cheerful. “Hope you can keep up with me, lad. Now, wher eis that tavern?” he asked before looking back as he watched his ship slowly leaving the dock, shouting out to the departing crew and the very strange men dressed as women. “Have my men tel lyou about the ‘special’ cannon in the bow of the ship!” He yelled before grinning and turning to Smith, walking towards the town as he spoke. “Do you know any good drinking songs, lad?” He asked before contining, his sea blue eyes looking to the town and back to Smith. “Nothing better than a roudy song with a drink.”

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: The guards on board the Sentor, looked quizzically as the ship laden with female booty, and some rather ugly ones at that came up alongside the Sentor and sure enough, the brazen hussies managed to have a large plank laid across to connect the two ships. You could hear the chorus of deep giggles, as one by one, the hairy legged lovelies paraded across the plank, with the Captain Moon and Doctor bringing up the rear, Moon in particular, trying his best to swing his hips like a woman, but he did look incredibly butch. The Doctor took it in his stride, and you would think he had done this before, while the Pirate King was a right nancy, tickling the guards with his feather boa, while blowing kisses at the other sailors. The sound of the dancing pirates coming aboard would be heard from beneath, and in particular, one Lord Shammersmoth, who heard the strains of music floating down to his cabin. “What the..?” he exclaimed, storming up from his cabin, only to be confronted with female dancers, snogging and dancing with his crew. “WHAT IN THE QUEEN’S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!” he shouted.

LadyBelz: The thunderous sound of many a foot was what awoke Rachael from the light doze she had fallen into. Billy sat up as well, blinking sleepily. “What the bleedin devil is that ruckus?” he asked. Rachael was staring up at the ceiling while straining to hear what was going on. “I think I hear singing.” she said. Billy turned his gaze upward as well and chuckled as he began to hear it as well. “Sounds like a bunch o’ drownin cats ta me.” Rachael had to laugh at his accurate description. “Maybe the Pig Lord himself be gettin into his own special drink.” Rachael snorted. “And pullin his own pud he is as well.” Billy added. Rachael turned a little green thinking of it. “Remind me ta scrub that horror from me brains later, eh?” she groaned.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – As soon as the Lord of the hour emerged from below, the Doctor and Captain Moon both looked at each other, stopping their dancing, since they knew that he was the key to the rescue of Rachael. For a moment, Moons looked up to the heavens, as if he was asking for forgiveness from the God’s of the sea for what he was about to do. The Doctor spoke through gritted teeth so as not to be heard and said to Moon. “Do it for her…and my wife.” The Captain then started what would be the most comical display that his crew and his own ship’s Doctor had ever seen. He started to prance across the floor, his hips swinging back and forth like the liberty bell, and then stood with his fake chest jutting out, right in the Lord’s face. He actually had melons shoved down his bustier, but least they were firm. “Fancy…a lap dance, Commodore?” his voice so husky, and with the thickly applied lipstick, he was overpowering to say the least. The Pirate King had to hold back a giggle, and then held his feather fan up to his face, waving it wildly, since he found this arousing…and so did…the Lord. “My…aren’t you a big one?” Captain Moon realised that the Lord had taken the bait, and he reached round and squeezed the Lord’s bottom. “Tee hee….hee. I like a man with…big buns.” Oh that just had all the sailors laugh and the Lord growled, as he licked his lips. “Why don’t you dance for me in private…Miss…err..?” The Captain fluttered his fake eyelashes and said huskily…”Call me..Luna…like the Moon.” With that, the Lord escorted Captain Moon down the stairs, as the rest of the crew of dancers, distracted the guards and officers. :: Running up the wharf, Smith had the secret to the lead ships capabilities, about a large cannon, that was hidden. “Quick…out of the cove lads…We going to blast those British right back to the Queen’s fanny!”

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild, having been all but abandoned in the rather empty tavern, humming a rather catchy tune to himself as he walked over to a table and made a small show of spinning the chair on one leg before cathing it and sitting down, simaltaneously removing his hat and lieing it on the table before he looked to the only other soul in the tavern, a barmaid. By God he nearly tore a hole through his trousers! It had been mintues since he had seen a woman, months since he had seen a real one and at the time any real woman rgeatly excited him. He did his best not the leer at the girl, grinning softly before slapping on the table. “Lass would you care to bring a salty ol’ captain a drink?” He said to her, still softly grinning.

LadyBelz: The footsteps moved closer and one deck above, Rachael could make out the sound of two voices. The Pig Lord she knew instantly, as his stench seemed to permeate the very wood of which the ship was built. The other voice sounded very high-pitched and a bit on the rough side…and very, very familiar. Her eyes widened. “Oh no he did not!” she gasped. “What’s that, then?” Billy asked. Rachael had a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and filled with mirth. She could barely speak as the hilarity of the situation suddenly struck her. Oh she could not wait to hear this story from James’s own mouth, that’s for bleedin sure…Meanwhile, inside The Drunken Jackyl, it was completely empty after the pirate hordes cleared out to go on a rescue mission. After Mary had roused some of the more drunken lads into picking up poor Jim and taking him home, she headed into the kitchen to start the washing up, leaving a single barmaid, Eden, to sweep up the floor and straighten the tables and chairs. When Captain Lostchild came into the bar, she gave him a quick glance before returning to her work. She heard a chair scraping across the floor before he spoke to her. “Lass would you care to bring a salty ol’ captain a drink?” She looked up to see the man was leering at her and she rolled her eyes. If she had a gold coin for every time a pirate looked at her that way, she could have been retired in some fancy mansion on the coast somewhere by now. Tossing the broom to the floor, she went to the bar to pour the man some mead, taking both mug and bottle to the table he sat at. She slammed both upon the rough surface. “Enjoy.” she stated before turning back to collect her broom.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Down below the Sentor, the Lord Shammersmoth brought the very large courtesan into this chambers thinking that “Luna” the luscious and buxom beauty, might very well do what Rachael failed to, and that was to get him off. He instantly strode over and turned on the phonograph to play his favourite music so that Luna had something to dance too. Captain Moon however, he had to come up with a plan to get Rachael out of the place where she was being held, and fast, before the other ships arrived and all hell broke loose. “Now…my lovely. Let old Shammie see those mmmm gorgeous breasts.” He said lustfully, turning around but only thing was, Captain Moon had a rather nasty surprise. For within his skirts he was wearing Rachael’s spare guns, which were cocked and pointed at the Lord’s face. ~click click~ “Hehehe…NO…you, are going to give me the keys to where ever it is Rachael is, or I am going to redecorate your walls…in pink…Savvy?” Captain Moon leered at the Lord, as the record hit a bump and repeated the same part of the song. “You….its you. Captain James MOON! You pirate scum….you loathsome baboon.” He swore, shaking his fist, as Moon put the barrels of his guns to the Lord’s head. “One…two…” The Lord went crosseyed seeing the fact the Captain was counting down. “Down the bottom of the ship, in a cell with that decrepit old Pirate.” Moon ripped off the Lord’s key chain and then he flicked the gun and said. “Sit!” with a growl. The Lord slank down into this chair, his chin wobbling. “What…what are you going to do?” The Captain leered at him and said. “Give you a lap dance you won’t forget.” The Lord gasped as the Captain raised up his boot from beneath his skirts and stomped hard and fast on the Lord’s willy, causing his to pass out cold. “Ya shit head!” he then kicked the chair back with the Lord in it and dashed out of the quarters, roaring. “RIGHT YOU GIRLS…KNOCK EM DEAD!” this was the cue for the lady pirates to bring out their weapons that were hiding in their dresses and scuffles and gunshots were heard, as Moon ran down the stairs to find his Rachael. “Rachael!” he cried, calling through the darkness.

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild flinched suddenly as the woman slammed his drink and the bottle onto the table, shooting her a slightly hurt gaze. “Lass, I meant no harm, hel if I wished to simply take you I would have tried already. I am no savage, well not towards women of course.” He said with a now, diminished erection and more serious expression as he leaned onto the table, grabbing his glass and hungrily taking a large drink, slamming it down onto the table himself. “And can you blame an old man like me? Hell 10 months on the sea would make even the most devout priest weak in the knees at the sight of a lass, any lass.” he said with a smile and a luagh before downing a second, even larger drink. He didn’t act much liek a pirate but he certainly drank liek one, already down to a small sip of his glass in two mouthfuls.

LadyBelz: Eden laughed then. “Yer a bit of a charmer ain’t ya?” She swiped her damp hair back from her forehead. Eden didn’t think she was a pretty girl, she wasn’t as vain as some of the women on the island, but a few of the pirates had been looking her over. It flattered her a bit…but not that much, especially on a nightly basis. Mary popped her head out of the kitchen. “Floor ain’t ta be cleanin itself, Eden. Get yer lazy arse ta work.” She snapped before heading back into the kitchen. Eden stuck her tongue out at the closing door, only to hear Mary shout out “I heard that, missy!”…Back on the Sentor, Rachael stood when she heard the gunshots and the sounds of bodies hitting the deck. Underneath all that, she could hear her name being shouted. “I’m down here! James! Down here!” she called out, moving to stand at the bars of the cell and waving her arm through it. She tried to see Moon as she heard him descend the stairs. When he came around the corner, Rachael’s mouth dropped open in shock. It was the last thing she expected to see.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Up on the top deck, the pirates all removed their wigs, except for the Pirate King, he was really enjoying being dressed totally as a women. But the guards were horrified to realize they had been had by filthy pirates. The sounds of swords clanging and rifle fire, only made the sound worse, by the oncoming fleet of the Pirates. The loud whistle as Cannons were ripping through the air, the boom of the guns, and the skull and cross bones was fluttering proudly upon the Devil’s mystery, who was being sailed by the rest of the crew. Down below, Captain Moon was fiddling with the keys, while his wig made him look so much taller. He could make out his Rachael in the faint glow of the cannon fire, and was trying to hurry up and unlock the door to the cell. “Don’t..you say a bloody word, Woman.” He growled under his breath, knowing he looked like something from a pantomime. Another turn of the key and the gate opened, and Captain Moon reached in to seize Rachael by the arm and drag her out, before the ship was blown apart.

Guest_Shrurak: With a chuckle Captain Lostchild simply winked to the woman, taking the last sip from his glass before adding. “No, dear. Just British.” He said wit ha smile before standing and grabbing the bottle, turning it up high as he too ka large drink, nearly draining it before stopping to slightly whipe his lips and walk around the bar. “Aye, many a men would certainly get into a right damned hustle over you, lass. Fueled by ol’ liquid courage as it were.” he said, tipping the bottle slightly to her as he leaned against a wall close to the bar and to the woman and took an othe rlong, hearty drink. “And my dear, if I drink much more I might not be able to use my o’l sword to ravish you.” he said playfully, wiggling his eyebrows as he sat the now empty bottle on the bar top and calmly wlaked back over to his table, grabbing his hat and tossing it unceremoniously onto his head.

LadyBelz: Rachael had to do a double-take to be sure she wasn’t seeing things. “Are you wearing a bleedin’ dress?” she snickered. “And makeup?” She had to bite her lip or she was going to bust out laughing. “Don’t..you say a bloody word, Woman.” he growled back in reply. He fiddled with the keys and lock, finally getting the door open and grabbing her arm. He began to pull her out but she balked. “Wait! James! Wait!” They were nearly to the stairs going up when she retaliated to the rough treatment by kicking him in the ankles. “James Peter Moon! Stop dragging me about and listen for two bloody seconds!” she shouted over the sounds of dying men, swords crashing and gunfire….Eden continued to sweep and clean up as Lostchild walked around chatting about bar fights and swords. She had a smile on her lips as she bent down to pick up a dirty glass that had been under one of the tables. “T’would take more than a sword to try ta ravage me, sir.” Eden stated, voice muffled as she looked under other tables for missing crockery.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: The Captain was in a hurry to get his fair Rachael out and off that ship, but did she thank him? Did she swear her undying love? No, she bloody well kicked at him and snickered, then said something about having to stand and listen to her. Her timing was as always impeccable. But right on cue, a cannon ball ripped through the hull of the ship, blasting the sides and the timber went flying. “WHAT?!” he then spotted the old Pirate that was still in the cell. “Bleeding heck…ugh…there has to be another one to save.” He released Rachael and then stormed back in, ripping the Old Pirate off his chained bed and then threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, as up above, the screams of the dying and the clash of blades continued. “NOW…Let’s get moving!” He thundered past Rachael and tore up the stairs, with the poor old Pirate muttering some happy tune and waving to Rachael who would have been behind them. Up top, it was madness, and the Doctor was madly trying to fight off two soldiers with his one sword. Moon charged past and took out a musket, firing it into the back of one of the solider’s heads, blasting it apart. “We haven’t got time for dilly dallying. ALL HANDS ABANDON THIS SHIP!” He roared, as the dancing pirate ladies yelled out “AYE AYE, CAPTAIN!” Down below in the Lord’s cabin, Lord Shammersmoth was trying to get to his feet, his pants stained from the blood of his damaged willy. “I”LL GET YOU MOON….IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!”

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Guest_Shrurak: “Ah but most men do not know how to use theirswords like men, they toss them wildly to and fro like savages with little concern for finesse or tactics.” he said, a soft msile playing over his lips as he turned to look at her just as she bent down, more thna few naughty diea spopping into his head as he leanined onto his table. ” Ia m a captain, I got the where I am with skill not force. Though..” He chcukled softly before gently tugging the front of his hat down to hide a rather darker expression. “The thrill of watching a rival ship burn and sink into the depths, after listening to your cannons tear them to shreds, can be just as thrilling pleasuring as lieing with a woman.” he smirked softly before standing and reaching into his coat, digging otu a few golden coins and tossing the monto his table, the coins rattling on one another as he did so. “For the drink and the company.” He said before tossing an extra coin onto them and taking his seat once more.

LadyBelz: The sound of coin bouncing across wood caught Eden’s attention and she stood up quickly, snatching up the coins and shoving them down the top of her dress. “Ye have a dark side, me think. But thank ye all the same, sir.”….Moon grabbed up Billy, and ran from the cell, Rachael on his heels, and just in time too as a cannonball exploded the wall where the cot had been resting. As they reached top deck, Moon shouting the order to abandon the ship, Rachael had to pause and stare. Pirates all over, in various stages of women’s dress were fighting off Lord Hammerspig’s men. She spotted the Devil’s own doctor fighting off two. Moon ran on, grabbing his pistol and shooting one of them in the head. Rachael quickly caught up to Moon, beating him to the rail and swinging across safely to her beloved Devil’s Mystery. She turned to wait for Moon to bring Billy safely across.

Guest_Shrurak: Lostchild chuckled deep in his throat, a now slightly dark smirk painted firmly on his face as he gently let his hand cup and stroke his chin beard as he spoke to the woman. “All good captain’s need an outlet, mine is naval warfare.” He tipped his hat up, now lettign rest sligthy further back on his head before winking to the woman. “Most salty dogs look to woman for that, i say woman are far too beautiful to take otu such things upon.” With that he casually reached down and pulled out his pistol. Though at first it looked quite like the standard flintlock pistol it quickly became aware that is had twin barrels, one beside the other. The engravings on the barrels worn away from the sea air and years of use, the wood dinged and tarnished from the same. He calmly twirled it on his finger before catching it in his hand and pointing it up into the air at a slightly angle. “Men who use woman never meet swift deaths.” He thin grinned a bit..wickedly for someone so polite and well spoken. “And, lass. I am the reason behind that. My men like to call me ‘The widow Maker’.” He luaghed loudly at that before bringing his pistol down onto the table and smiling to the woman. “Another drink, lass?”

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: :- The five other ships of the British fleet were alerted to the oncoming of the Pirate fleet, with the Devil’s mystery in the lead. But what shocked all the officers on the other ships was the fact that it was women that were doing all the fighting. The Devil’s mystery came up one side of the Sentor, the Edith came up the other, as the Pirate King grabbed a rope and swung across to his vessel. “TALLY HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he sang out, as he was still in pink feathers and sequins, much to the delight of his crew. Rachael had already swung over to the Devil, leaving Moon fighting off the last of the guards, as he took a rope and snarled at the smelly old bugger on his shoulder. “PISS ON ME, AND I GUT YOU, YA OLD FART!” Then with a push off, he swung across between the ships, as Lord Shammersmoth came up the stairs. “MOOOON…COME BACK HERE!…YOU’RE DEAD…YOU’RE ALL…” then both the Edith and the Devil’s mystery’s cannons opened fire, in a massive display of firepower, with the smell of gun powder and splintering wood. The Sentor was being blown to bits, its masts collapsing as the ship was pummelled over and over by the cannon fire. The Sentor started to break apart, then the fire reached the hold where the gun powder was stored and then there was an almighty explosion, as the ship was blown clear out of the water. Captain Moon landed, and rolled onto the main deck, while the old Pirate was flung towards a barrel. With the other ships seeing the might of the Pirate fleets, they all started to try and turn away, with the Sentor starting to sink, below the waves. Captain Moon stood up, with his wig on crooked and lipstick smeared, as the crew cheered and shook their swords at the pussy British fleet. Moon then placed his hands on his hips and snarled at all of them. “I need a bloody drink.” And stormed off to his cabin. The doctor came over and went to hug Rachael, though he was still in drag. “They did all this, for you, Lady Rachael.” The scene was one of death, broken masts and gay looking pirates. Where else would she ever rather be?

LadyBelz: Eden stared at the gun in the man’s hands. It was larger than any gun she’d ever seen. “I’m impressed, sir. Ya wouldn’t happen ta be making widows of the married gentry would ye? Them English dandies dunna take a kindness to a pirate between their lass’s skirts and such.” Eden wondered, continuing around the bar and doing her tasks. Mary had popped out a couple of times to collect any dirty dishes Eden found, and to make sure there was no funny business going on, giving Lostchild dirty looks each time she noticed he was still around. Explosions and gunfire echoed through the open windows of The Drunken Jackyl as Mary popped in again. “Sounds like quite the party.” Mary stated, grabbing up another tray of dishes. Eden took a look out the window in time to see a ship’s mast sinking below the waves. She caught sight of an English flag on the mast and snickered. “Serves those English bastards right. This is our island, neutral ground and they have no business a’bein here.” Eden turned back to Lostchild. “The Pirate Lords and the English Monarchy have a treaty in place, have had it for centuries. This island is our safe haven. No Englishman would dare step upon our lands without reprecussions.” She pointed out the window, where another English ship went down in flames. “Someone’s head will be on the chopping block with this one.”….Rachael made sure that Billy was okay after his flight across the deck before she turned to James. She caught a glimpse of his backside, still encased in pink as he headed to his cabin. “Tim, could you see ta Billy, please.” she called out. Tim nodded and helped the old sea dog to his feet as Rachael headed below to the Captain’s quarters. His door was closed against her and locked tight. She knocked on the door before calling out his name. “James. Open the door, please.” she requested. She sensed that his male pride had taken a pretty hard hit, and her laughing at him probably didn’t help matters any. But she had to thank him for rescuing her. If only he’d “OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR, YA DAFT BASTARD!” she shouted when she didn’t get a reply to her knock.

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild let out a rather loud laugh at the woman’s response. “Who said I did it to get into there skirts, lass?” He said with a sly, almost decieving, smirks. “I kill men who deserve it, I leave the woman alone. Though I can’t say they haben’t thrown their knickers at me afterwards.” He said with a soft snicker before her turned to see the woman who popped out fro ma door behind the bar regularly. “Are you daft woman? Not very nice to give a man looks liek those less you intend to kill him.” He remakred before waving her over. “Come, sit. I’ll pay you just to talk if I have to.” He added before once more tossing several coins onto the table. Hearing the explosions and gunfire he smiled. “Ah, yes. Those strange loons at the docks mentioned something about that, took my ship to help them with it.” He said, leaving his pistol on the table though he knew it wasn’t loaded, and leaning back into the chair, propping his heels up onto the table.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Captain Moon didn’t really want rum, he wanted to get out of the silly get up and make up that made him look just like the Pirate King, Maureen. No sooner had he entered his cabin, he ripped off the wig and threw it so it landed on Harold and covered the bird completely. Then to the wash basin, and he scrubbed all the foul make up off his face, before patting it dry. Hands raised up, he undid his bustier, with the melons falling to the ground, only to hear Rachael now banging on his door. “James. Open the door, please.” He was still partly dressed in the girly skirt and grumbled and muttered to himself, not answering as he shook his hips to get it to fall off. Then, standing in his smalls, and nothing else, he heard her scream out like a woman possessed. “OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR, YA DAFT BASTARD!” Up top the crew were celebrating the end of the Sentor, when down below, Captain Moon opened the door, and Rachael would see pretty much all of him. He looked at her, chest rising and falling, glistening in sweat and the water droplets from his face and chin. “What?”

LadyBelz: Mary stared at the man, face scrunched up in a glare. “I’m no innocent serving wench, M’Lord. This be my place. Behave or take yourself and leave.” Mary headed back into the kitchen, leaving Eden and Lostchild alone. “Ya have ta excuse Mary. She worked hard ta get this place a’runnin. I’m greatful to her for the work.” She pushed the fresh coins across the table at him and sat down to rest her tired feet. “No need ta pay extra for me comp’ny. You’re an okay bloke.” Eden gave him a genuine smile…When the door flew open, Rachael had a reply to his curt greeting ready to speak but the words died a swft death upon seeing him. It may very well have been the first time she’d ever seen his unclothed body in the light of day. And he was a fine specimen to behold. All sinew and muscle. She gulped and dragged her gaze away from his chest to his eyes. “I…uh…came to…thank you…for the rescue…so…thank you.” she murmured. Surprising them both, she stepped closer to him and leaned up to plant a small kiss upon his stubbled cheek before she turned to walk away.

Guest_Shrurak: Lostchild let out a chuckle before shouting at the woman who glared to him as she wwent back int othe kitchen. “Still doesn’t make you any less daft.” He said before smiling and pushes the coins back to the woman who sat down across from him.” Take the gold, lass. My pride is fragile enough without cute lasses turning away my coin.” He said with a chuckle before adding. “Even if it is just for company.” With that he looked to the window and smiled. “I envy those men, a good fight would be welcome right now.” He said softly as he calmly gave his pistol a spin, casuing it to twirl around on it’s side.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: For the first time in Moon’s life, he saw Rachael become awkward in his presence. The fact he was barely dressed might have had something to do with it. He was cutting in his one word question of “What?” but he was more than anything ashamed that he had to dress as a woman to save his woman. He stared down at her with those brooding dark eyes, the shock of jet black hair, that hung partially over one eye. His rippling muscles and abs, dripping with sweat and just soo….damn sexy. She then stuttered and stammered her way through an apology, and kissed his cheek, like…she was his sister. Moon stood there, looking oddly at her as she turned and walked away. All that effort, for a kiss on the cheek? Moon was about to close his door, when the Doctor came past Rachael, and then saw Moon’s state of dress. “I have heard of quickies…but that is ridiculous, Captain.” The Captain rolled his eyes and spun on his heel, then went back in his cabin, as the Doctor followed, slowly taking off his own wig, but still painted up like a lady. “Not what you think, Doc.” The Captain muttered sitting down in his chair and turning it towards the window. The Doctor looked confused and then brightened and said. “Premature ejaculation happens sometimes.” The Captain tossed him a look that was as if the Doctor had been drinking. “I didn’t touch her….She bloody well confused me again.” The Doctor sat down and fiddled with his lace frillies. “How?” The Captain sighed as he watched a wig dancing across the floor, probably Harold under it. “I don’t think she finds me attractive.” The Doctor kinda found that funny and had to cover his mouth with his hand. “I think she’s gay.” Moon said, rolling his fist and resting his chin on it. “Either that, or I am uglier than a dog’s ass.”

LadyBelz: Mary came back out of the kitchen with a wicked looking butcher’s knife in her hands. She marched up to the occupied table and slammed the knife, point down into the wood right near Lostchild’s smallest finger. “Ya want somethin ta eat or ya just gonna yammer me ears off all bleedin night?” She demanded, snatching up the coins on the table before either Eden or Lostchild could speak…Rachael stood up on the deck of The Devil’s Mystery. They hadn’t bothered returning to the island as they had stocked up on supplies earlier in the day and were sailing out into open seas. Someone had broken the treaty between the Pirate Lords and the English monarchy by attacking the pirates on their home turf, neutral lands and someone was going to pay. Tim came up beside her as she stared at the lights of their home as they faded in the distance. “Are ya okay, Miss Rachael? You took a pretty hard hit ta the head.” he asked. She patted his hand and gave him a small smile. “I’m fine, Tim. I have you ta thank fer raisin’ the alarm, I believe.” Tim blushed and ran his hand through his hair in embarassment. “I’d do it again, too. Yer important ta us, Miss Rachael. I don’t want anything bad ta happen to ya, ever.” he admitted. She patted his arm. “Yer a bonnie boy, Tim. Ya better get some sleep. Long day ahead of us on the morrow.” He nodded and headed to his bunk below. Rachael turned and went up to relieve the first mate for the evening, keeping the ship steady on her course, while she tried and failed to keep her thoughts of Moon and his gorgeous body from her mind. Who knew he was hiding such sexiness beneath all the ruffles and leather? She knew she could not repeat her actions at the lagoon. Some men, and it seemed Moon was one of them, didn’t care for women who asserted themselves in the bedroom. She shook her head and kept her attention on steering The Devil’s Mystery. If James wanted her, he was going to have to come to her for once. She was done with the chase…for now.

Roleplay: A Pirate’s Life
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The morning sun slipped up over the horizon, catching the tiny boat in its morning light. Rachael sat up with a groan, aching in places she never thought she had. Sleeping in a dingy in the middle of the ocean was not one of her brightest ideas. She twisted her body to pop the kinks out, hearing Tim waking up behind her. He sat up with a yawn and a stretch running his hands through his hair. “Mornin, Miss Rachael.” she mumbled. “Same to ya, Timmy.” she returned. “Get that compass out, see where we are.” Tim dug through there belongings, pulling the compass out and holding it in his palm.

“We’re about 15 miles from the island. Might get a good wind today, sail the whole way in. Be home in time for lunch.”

“Lunch be soundin mighty fine right now.” she mumbled, pulling out a tin of fish and some crackers from their supplies. They quickly ate their breakfast, sharing bits with Mr Pibbs between them. Once they ate their fill, Tim got their sails up and the wind began to carry them home…

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Around midday, Rachael happened to glance up over her shoulder to see a large ship bearing down on them. “Oh shite.” she muttered, catching Tim’s attention. He turned and saw what had caught her attention. “Oh shite!” he repeated, moving to put the oars in the water. He started rowing for all he was worth, but their tiny little boat was no match for the much larger vessel. She took up her eyeglass to see who exactly was chasing them. She groaned in misery when she recognized the colors of The Devil’s Mystery.

“You can stop rowing, Tim. Tis Cap’n Moon and his ilk.” He looked between her and the ship, a frown on his youthful face. “Are ya sure, Miss Rachael? He bein’ the one who made ya leave in the first place.”

“I’m sure, me lad. Besides…at least we’ll get a decent meal, instead of tinned fish and crackers.” she chuckled dryly. He nodded in agreement, a small smile on his face. “Ta be a fair point.” he agreed as the ship anchored close to them. Rachael kept her back to the ship, not wanting to even see the expression on James’s face…

The Devil’s Mystery

The tide of fortune was about to change in the favour of the Captain. He had spent much of the day and night, scouring the sea for the tiny boat that contained his love and the cabin boy. Moon had long since lost his anger, for it was replaced with a growing concern. What if they came across the British before the Devil’s Mystery was able to catch up with her? As he stood at the front of the ship, he kept thinking to himself, it was like he was always chasing her, or even saving her from herself. Port Royale was a perfect example of this. Taking off his hat a moment, he dragged his fingers through his dishevelled locks, and then plonked it back on his head, giving it a good tug to make sure it didn’t blow off with the first gale. Truth was, he loved her so much but he had such a great deal of trouble expressing this. Over and over again they fought like cat and dog, much to the amusement of the crew, no doubt. The only man on the ship with a sliver of sense was the Doctor. That man had tried numerous times to smack some sense into the Captain, but just as soon as the Captain was getting close to a break through, Rachael would go off and get herself in trouble again. Maybe this was why the adage said, that Women were bad luck on vessels. He was starting to see that as being a given. Was it just easier to wait to get to port, shag one of the wenches in the tavern, get his jollies and then leave without so much as ‘see you next time I am in town’ At this thought the Captain scratched his stubbled chin. Nah…For one, every man and his dog had a sniff and a poke at those lassies, and well, no one set his desire aflame like Rachael did.

From the mid part of the deck, the Doctor was watching the Captain. It was actually comical now, like you could see the Captain gesturing with his hands. Like he was pleading to God one minute for her return, then he was acting like he was strangling someone. Love was meant to hurt, but…was it meant to drive a man insane? The Doctor sighed, and slowly wandered up to the top of the ship, and came along side Moon, who was again looking set to rip the head off an imaginary person.

“Any luck? Not seen sign of her yet?’

“No. That confounded woman. Why does she do this? “

“I don’t think she set off to steal the long boat on purpose. Maybe you really should sit down and have it out with her.”

“That’s if Moby Dick or the British don’t get to her first. I dunno Doc. Half of me wants to find her, the other part hopes she is playing cards with Davy Jones.”

“You don’t mean that surely.”

The Captain gave the Doctor a stern look, and the Doctor sighed. “Really, Captain. The whole crew knows how you feel about her. “

“Hmmph.”

Just then, there was a cry from the crow’s nest.

“Ship…starboard…It’s the long boat!” He cried. The Captain and the Doctor both took out their eyeglasses and sure enough, there was the pair, Cabin boy Tim and the darling Rachael. The Doctor was as pleased as punch, while the Captain grumbled. “I am going to make her walk the plank, for stealing that boat, when we get it back.”

“Captain….”

“Fine…I’ll make her cook for the crew for a week.”

“Oh God.*sighs*..well, It’s a start.”

The ship’s sails billowed and went in full, as the ship changed direction, the first mate spinning the wheel, as the Captain strode back along the deck. There was going to be one hell of a welcome for Rachael when she was brought back on deck.

The Doctor leaned over the rail and called down to the two of them. “You’re a sight to these tired old eyes, Miss Rachael.” Rachael said not one word. She was still too angry and upset. It felt like to her that all the men in her life were conspiring against her in some way and she wanted nothing to do with any of them. One of the crew kicked down the ladder, and tucking her cat into her shirt so he wouldn’t fall, she climbed up with an agility that scared most men. Once she was on deck, she shoved passed everyone without a word, heading to her former quarters and locking herself in. Worriedly, Doc looked up at the helm at Moon and Billy with a shrug of his shoulders.

Billy looked at Moon with a raised eyebrow. “That ain’t a good sign, me boy.” he muttered.

Inside her cabin, Rachael knew that a locked door wouldn’t keep anyone out determined to get in, so she had used all the strength she had to shove one of the trunks in the corner up against the door. Tired and out of breath, she curled up on her bunk, back to the door and slowly dropped off to sleep, the sounds of Mr Pibbs purring following her into her dreams.

The Captain was about to start, finger raised, and a scowl on his face. He was going to read her the riot act, of how taking the long boat endangered the rest of the crew. Many of which couldn’t swim. Course she had THAT look, but the Captain, he was made of tougher stuff, he …was a pirate.

“Now..see here…” he started, but wouldn’t you know, she shoved past everyone and headed below deck with that blastered cat under her arm The Captain jerked his head back, and then pointed to the direction she went.

“See that…Seeee that? That..is…”

“That ain’t a good sign, me boy.” Billy said, with his eyebrow raised.

“No…no that’s bad.” chimed in the Doctor. The Captain glanced between them, and it felt like everyone was in cahoots. “That’s it!” he bellowed, cocking his hat down lower in front of his face, and rolling up his sleeves, as he marched on after Rachael. “No more…nice bloody Pirate. I’m the Captain…I’m in charge…I do the stomping on this ship!”

Thud thud thud went his boots, till he came outside her cabin, and without knocking he tried to open the door. “Oomph!” the door was stuck tight with something up against it. Something heavy. Stepping back, he put his hands squarely on his hips and said. “Rachael….I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t open this door…I’m going to blow it open with a canon.”

The minute sound of the trunk being bumped awoke Rachael from the sleep she’d fallen into only a few minutes ago. She sat up quickly, heart pounding as she turned in her bunk to face the door. She pushed herself into the corner of her bed against the wall, bringing her knees to her chest and dropping her head on them. She wished he would just go away and leave her be. Hadn’t she suffered enough?

“Rachael….I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t open this door…I’m going to blow it open with a canon.”

She snorted at that and decided to bite back.

“Put a hole in your precious, bloody ship? On purpose? That’ll be a sight ta see! Go away, ye ruddy Pirate!”

She dropped her head against the wall behind her. What more did she have to do to get this man to see her as a woman, and not a bedwarmer? She tried everything and it felt like nothing was good enough for him. Captain James Peter Moon, was first and foremost a pirate. Where did that leave her?

The Captain’s face became contorted, when she answered back in such a manner, and a bit of logic too.

“Put a hole in your precious, bloody ship? On purpose? That’ll be a sight ta see! Go away, ye ruddy Pirate!”

A ruddy pirate? The Captain heard this and pouted. Is that all she thinks he is? A ruddy pirate? The part about blowing a hole in the side of his ship, well that wouldn’t be all that nice, but now he felt like she was trying to hurt his feelings on purpose.

“What…do I have to do to make ya see what you damn well do to me?” Now the mask of the Pirate, was starting to slide. And slide…and slip.

“You say…you want to go to Port Royale. I turn the ship around and take ya there, where you nearly get killed. THEN you want to go to the nearest bloody port….where YOU get kidnapped, and I have to wear a girdle and do a foppy job of rescuing you AGAIN…Then…do you thank me when I am in my …my….no no no no…You kiss my cheek. How am I to feel, Rachael? You send so many mixed signals, its a bleeding wonder I know which way to point the ship. What more do I have to do…get down on my knees? Is that what you want?”

“What…do I have to do to make ya see what you damn well do to me?”

What? She gaped. She jumped off the bed and stomped up to the door.

“What *I* do to you? What *I* do to you?” she shouted. He continued on as if he hadn’t heard.

“You say…you want to go to Port Royale. I turn the ship around and take ya there, where you nearly get killed. THEN you want to go to the nearest bloody port….where YOU get kidnapped, and I have to wear a girdle and do a foppy job of rescuing you AGAIN…Then…do you thank me when I am in my …my….no no no no…You kiss my cheek. How am I to feel, Rachael? You send so many mixed signals, its a bleeding wonder I know which way to point the ship. What more do I have to do…get down on my knees? Is that what you want?”

She laughed harshly. “Do you think I did those things *on purpose*?” she yelled. “The only reason I can conceive of you getting on your knees for me would be to kiss my bloody arse as I try my damndest to get away from you!” She started to pace around the room, now in full on ranting mode. She shoved the trunk away from the door and yanked it open, coming to face him for the first time in days.

“I’ve tried to be the woman you want! I’ve thrown myself at you, you turn me away! I back off and you act like I killed your ruddy dog! What the hell do you want from me?” she screamed, her voice breaking on a sob. She turned away from him, hands over her eyes as she struggled with her emotions. “I can’t keep doing this, James.” she whispered. “I love you. I don’t know how many ways I can say it, show it to you, share it with you, without my heart breaking into these tiny little pieces. I may be a pirate, but I’m a woman first and I can feel pain, can fall in love like any other person on this Earth.” She inhaled sharply, trying to stave off her tears, but the fell from her eyes without her knowing. She kept her back to him, tired and drained, physically, emotionally, spiritually. There didn’t seem to be any fight left in her anymore. “Just…go away…please?”

From the other side of the door, Moon could hear her going right off her trolley. Okay so maybe he went a bit far…a bit too far. She was yelling, and that can’t be good.

“The only reason I can conceive of you getting on your knees for me would be to kiss my bloody arse as I try my damndest to get away from you!”

He looked like he just swallowed a bad egg. Stricken would be a good word. He took her literally, and then picturing it, made it all the worse. She was ranting…oh no. He suddenly was looking for an escape, he knew how this worked. He remembered the rock pool. He dug himself deep this time, and there was no way out…no escape. Then, she opened the door. The look on her face, the sheer confusion in her eyes as she yelled at him;

“What the hell do you want from me?”

“I…”

Then he watched as she turned away, and the sound of her sobbing. It was simply the most tragic thing, and he looked all kinds of sorry now. But then in her whisper, it was like each word was chiseling away at his hard shell, bit by bit breaking off and smashing on the floor. She said, she loved him. The worst thing was, she suffered the same issues with expressing it as he did. It was like listening to his inner most thoughts, being said via her mouth. Rachael kept her back to him, and he watched as her shoulders sagged, the fight in her dying. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He stepped in as she told him to go away, instead, he wrapped his arms around her, and brought his stubbled cheek along side her soft one, pulling her closer into her.

“I…just….I..don’t know how to love ya right. I can turn a wheel, but…not know how to make you understand how I feel. Rachael. I love ya…more than me ship…more than….the sea.” If she allowed, he would turn her round to face him, where she could see the pain in his eyes. “Let me love you, Rachael.” Now, he was begging.

She felt his arms around her and wanted so badly to push him away…but she just didn’t have the energy to anymore. She was tired of fighting. He pressed his stubbled cheek against her softer one and she closed her eyes.

“I…just….I..don’t know how to love ya right. I can turn a wheel, but…not know how to make you understand how I feel. Rachael. I love ya…more than me ship…more than….the sea.” Her heart stopped. She could feel her heart stop. Did he say what I think he just said? she thought to herself. She felt herself turned to face him, allowing it so that he could see the pain in her eyes. She was shocked when she saw the same pain reflected in his own eyes. “Let me love you, Rachael.”

For the first time in days, she let a small smile grace her lips. “Say that again.” she whispered, pressing a hand against his cheek. She held her breath, wondering if he understood her statement. If there was a moment in time that could be bottled up and frozen for all eternity, this would be that moment.

“Say that again.” Three of the most beautiful words that he had ever heard her say. The way her hand moved so graciously to his cheek, had his brows come closer. He didn’t say what he did cause he felt he needed to. Moon said what was first and foremost in his heart.

“Let me love you, Rachael.” Said with the same tone as before, his eyes not looking away. He could see that she was holding her breath, and he feared her lungs might burst. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. It was as gentle as he could muster. “I may be a pirate…but…I’m still a man. I’m not all…rough all the time. I want to love you the way you need. I…was too scared to ask you to show me.”

He had never spoken to her on this level of intimacy before. Maybe he should have done it sooner…a lot sooner, by the state of their relationship.

“Please…”

“Please…”

That one word…such a wealth of meaning. She placed her free hand on the back of his neck, caressing gently.

“James.” she whispered with longing. “Don’t you realize that’s all I ever wanted to hear from you? That I needed that affirmation that I wasn’t just your bedwarmer? How much plainer could I make it?” she wondered. She pressed her forehead against his. “I love you, ya crazy pirate. I’ve loved you the moment I laid eyes on ya when I was a fresh-faced gal of ten and three.”

She wanted so badly to kiss him, but she held herself in check. She wanted him to make the first moves this time. This time she would be the follower and not the leader.

She stared him in the eye and simply…waited.

Moon could hear nothing else. Not the sea with its waves lapping against the side of the ship, not the creaking of the timbers, as the ship rocked through the current, not even the sound of his own heart that was galloping within his chest. All he could hear were her sweet words. The touch of her hand to the back of his neck, it was how he had dreamt, but never taken the step in the right direction.

“I’ve loved you forever…” And then he moved in, cupping her face in with his large hands. Bringing his lips to hers, as he released a moan that was painfully soft. So unlike the hulking Pirate. It was like the yearning in him for her was taking over. From the press of his lips, it grew, like the onset of a storm, building. His hands combing back through her hair, and his body stepping into her space, chest to chest. The sweetest of kisses, the taste of her lips on his…fulfilled his desire. She was not some simple bed warmer….she was his woman, and he was going to treat her as she deserved.

Her eyes closed on a sigh as his lips pressed against hers. The moan he released from his own mouth set her desire aflame. But she would not let herself lead this dance. She had waited so long for this moment, she was not going to mess this up. She felt his hands in her hair as he stepped closer, chest to chest. She could feel his heart galloping in his chest like a runaway horse and it set her own pulse racing. She was pleased to know he was affected as much as she was.

She pulled back slightly to whisper his name. “James.”

It was more of a plea than an actual name. She wanted this man, wanted him to claim her as his so thoroughly there would be no mistaking who she belonged to.

She moaned into his mouth as his arms went around her.

- – -

Up on deck, the crew had cringed when they heard the shouting from belowdecks. But then it got silent, too silent and they threw each other worried looks. Billy looked at Doc. “I be thinkin someone should check on em. Make sure they didn’t kill one another.”

Doc sighed, knowing he was the one chosen for this job. He headed down in search of the two. He heard a sound from Rachael’s cabin and turned in that direction. His mouth opened to call out to her, but when he reached her door, he stopped in shocked surprise.

Seeing the tenderness in which Moon was treating Rachael, he felt like he’d intruded on something private. Not making a sound, he closed the door behind the two of them and headed back up.

“They’re…going to be a fair bit, me thinks.” he mumbled, face heated in embarassment.

Moon had always been gruff and a ruffian when it came to life aboard the Devil’s mystery. He treated his men and his ship firmly, but when it came to Rachael, he was always with two left feet and saying all the wrong things. His awkwardness came simply from not knowing how to treat her without losing her respect. If he had been too soft, then she may think less of him as a man. Now, that was all thrown to the wayside. The kiss was deepening, only for her to break it, and whisper his name;

“James.”

“Rachael..”

He said her name as though he was trying to breathe her in. Then she succumbed to him, kissing him again, and he couldn’t hold back, his hands searched her back, fingers kneading her shoulders, then down her back. The kiss became more passionate, as he held his breathe, not wanting to let the kiss end. Soon his lips made their way down her chin to her neck, as his arms locked around her, so he could never let her go. He started to murmur her name, again and again, and he even struggled to keep standing.

“Rachael…you’re my everything.”

The HillBilly

A hillbilly went hunting one day in Oklahoma and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home where he was confronted by an ornery game warden who didn’t like hillbillies.The game warden ordered to the hillbilly to show his hunting license, and the hillbilly pulled out a valid Oklahoma hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said, “This duck ain’t from Oklahoma. This is a Kansas duck. You got a Kansas huntin’ license, boy?” The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Kansas hunting license.

The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said, “This ain’t no Kansas duck. This duck’s from Arkansas. You got an Arkansas license?”
The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced an Arkansas license. The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said This ain’t no Arkansas duck. This here duck’s from South Carolina. You got a South Carolina huntin’ license?”

Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a South Carolina hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the hillbilly “Just where the hell are you from?

“The hillbilly turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said “You tell me, you’re the expert!!”.

Probably one of the best examples of live television, and cast mates not being able to keep a straight face.  <3