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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 4:22:50 GMT -5
(high key considering drawing all our pirate buds...or at least 1 from each person, or like the captains or something)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 4:22:59 GMT -5
(ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh) Yeah I forgot about him too but from what I remember he’s very sassy)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 4:23:21 GMT -5
(high key considering drawing all our pirate buds...or at least 1 from each person, or like the captains or something) Yes that would be amazing XD If you want to)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 5:58:56 GMT -5
(trying to decide if I should give elena a hat or not...thoughts?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 6:00:03 GMT -5
(Oh my gosh that drawing is so good she looks stunning
it’s up to Leo but she would totally rock a hat if she wore one. She’s gorgeous without one too)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 6:01:55 GMT -5
(aww thanks! I took some creative liberties and added some stuff to her XD but hopefully leo wont mind)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 6:02:21 GMT -5
(I'm gonna do lilith next, but I gotta get some sleep now, its 6 am and I haven't gone to bed hahaha)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 6:02:33 GMT -5
I don’t think she will, you did such a good job. That is totally Elena’s style with the jewellery and stuff)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 6:02:49 GMT -5
(I'm gonna do lilith next, but I gotta get some sleep now, its 6 am and I haven't gone to bed hahaha) Hahaha yeah you should probs sleep )
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 16:39:33 GMT -5
(a true pirate goddess XD)
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 27, 2019 16:55:47 GMT -5
Okay I'm home from camping and have a consistent signal! I can post my starter but I think pal you did before me last time. We can always change it up if you want tho too!
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 16:56:35 GMT -5
Okay I'm home from camping and have a consistent signal! I can post my starter but I think pal you did before me last time. We can always change it up if you want tho too! Sure! Where did we start again? I can hunt down my starter and repost it)
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 27, 2019 16:57:58 GMT -5
I think it was like we all did a starter on individual ships and then we jumped to the meeting with cassian but yea I would dig for it to make sure lmao
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 17:03:34 GMT -5
Okay I got it. It wasn’t a great starter but it’ll do. It’s coming up )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 17:03:44 GMT -5
It had been months now since the death of Henry Avery, throwing the fate of the pirating world into question. The last Lilith Killoran had heard, the crew of The Rising Sun had been searching for Henry's son, a young man by the name of Cassian. But the captain of the Broken Dagger had no more interest than was prudent in this new development. She was, of course, keeping track of these events for the purposes of tracking and planning, but unless this Cassian boy, this newcomer, presented any threat Lilith was not concerned. Perhaps the only decent thing about this captain was that she didn't tend to meddle in the business of other pirate crews unless they were enemies. Not because she was a decent person, but rather because she had no interest in other pirates.
Even if the pirating world collapsed, Lilith and her crew would find a way to manage.
The Broken Dagger was currently on the prowl. Not going anywhere in particular, but instead scanning for merchant ships. According to some reliable intel from back on land, there was a new route that had just been set up to Asia. And these merchant ships going on this route would be staffed with mainly new sailors. Ships would be returning laden with silks and spices, and hopefully, ships that had never come into contact with pirates before, inexperienced sailors. It was some low-hanging fruit, sure, and it was no challenge for the crew of the Broken Dagger, but sometimes the crew just needed a little exercise. And the ship's coffers needed a little lining.
The dark-haired woman was standing on the deck, on the bow of the ship. It was one of her favourite places to be, watching the ship cut smoothly through the ocean before them. Besides, the crew didn't need much direction at the moment and so the captain could watch the view if she wanted. The bow of the ship was her favourite place to be but she didn't often get to be there because she was usually either running around the deck in general, giving orders, or she was in her quarters below deck, planning attacks or other such things.
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on May 27, 2019 18:14:28 GMT -5
Elena giggled at the man who was currently telling her a joke. It was awful. Terrible even. But still, she fluttered her eyelashes and trailed her fingers along his chest as he got comfortable in speaking with her. And a little too handsy for her liking as he talked about some nonsense story about his adventures at sea. But Elena continued to play along and flirt with him hoping to get some information from this stranger. Maybe she'd get the information she wanted! Maybe it would be today... He was talking about nonsense again. Or rather information that didn't interest her in the slightest.
Finally, having had enough of his incessant rambling, she sighed heavily, rolled her eyes, and kissed the man deeply. Merely to shut him up. "Let's do this again some time yeah?" she suggested with a mischievous smile and two pats of his cheek. He watched her with a lovesick expression on his face as she walked away. Elena, however, was slightly annoyed as she disappeared into the Tavern crowd. Her charming smile had disappeared and she was gritting her teeth slightly. She only brightened when Mateo landed on her shoulder chittering happily. Scratching under his chin, Elena smiled and took a seat at her private table surrounded by members of her crew who were having a great time.
"And what do you have for me, pequeño?" she asked holding her hand out. Mateo plopped a gaudy ring from that man she had just been talking to into her hand. At least she was able to get something useful from the talkative man. "Well done, Mateo," she praised and kissed his head. He chittered happily and hopped from her shoulder to go mess with his fellow crew members.
She had been searching for Avery's spawn ever since she heard he was coming to claim his throne. Avery's death was shocking and it had been difficult on their dysfunctional court. No one would admit it but they were all probably feeling the loss. So, if he was going to be as influential as his father, she'd need him on her side. She'd have to be his first friend. Besides, her crew had stopped for supplies and a drink. So why not kill two birds with one stone?
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 27, 2019 18:36:10 GMT -5
The sun was at its peak as their ship slowed. The navigator looking up from his map and compass, indicating to the helmsman that they had reached their coordinates. An order was issued across the deck to loosen the sails. "Avast! Come to," it cried, and the men and women on board answered by slowing the ship until it was adrift in the waves which tenderly lifted them up and down in a rocking motion. The sky above them was the faintest blue imaginable, stretching from one horizon to the other, only speckled with clouds that appeared to be a great distance off from their starboard flank. Even if those clouds held rain, the Broken Dagger would be gone before the clouds reached the vessel's current position. That was the plan, anyway: to take the ships laden with goods from Asia and return to the Courts to meet the person whose name they all knew. Avery's son. That was all they knew, and the name apparently was enough for the captains of the fleet to determine the young man was worthy of his father's title and power. Artem supposed it was easier for them to give the position to a faceless figure than to fight amongst themselves for it. The prodigal son had appeared at quite a convenient time, he mused, wondering how that had come to be. He could assume that not too many of the pirates in the fleet even knew Henry had a son at all. The crew of the Rising Sun must have known, however. Otherwise the boy might have gone on to live his life, lost in oblivion.
Artem almost wished that had been true. A flicker of pity, soft as candlelight, passed through his heart. Avery's son hadn't been raised as a pirate. He was, for lack of better words, being thrust into unfamiliar territory. A man, victim to an undeserving noose. Artem could empathize, he knew what it was like to be a foreigner among thieves and murderers. At first, he'd felt their hostility. It had seemed like all they wanted to do to him was pick his pockets, mutilate his body with their knives and toss him overboard. If the impact doesn't kill him, the sea will! Even with the previous captain's blessing, it took a long time for them to accept him, and even longer for him to feel comfortable around them. Pirates were fickle and nasty at their best, backstabbing vigilantes at their worst. The more time he spent with them, the closer he felt to the pirate breed, but Artem was on a mission, his estrangement from society had a purpose. He'd thought it over many times, and he could now say that he didn't want the same for anyone else, Avery's son included. But he had no voice except on his ship, and he decided that he didn't want to think about whether or not young Avery had even been given a choice on the matter of taking his father's place, becoming someone he hadn't known existed. It was a waste of time to think about, and depressing, so he resolved to put the sentiment aside. Lilith could smell sentiment the way a snake could smell prey. Still, he was anxious.
In the end, he couldn't care less who they put in charge, and he knew his captain felt the same. Politics, while often his strong suit, also often bored him, and no matter what changes this new leader brought to the table, Lilith would see to it that her ship would be unaffected, overall. Artem, at least, had bigger fish to fry without having to worry about a new king. He turned his attention to the helm at the stern where he stood, glancing over the deck where the crew stood ready and waiting to adjust the rigging for a chase and approach as soon as the lookout saw a merchant ship. His gaze stopped at the bow of the ship, where a lone female figure stood looking out to the sea before them. "Good work, gentlemen. Stand by." He addressed the men that stood nearby, and they nodded once in response. Artem took his leave of them, going down the five steps to the main deck, which he crossed at his slow and steady pace. For reasons he did not understand, his captain occasionally sought solace in the front of her ship. Artem much preferred the back end, as it felt more stable and safe, but he could see the freedom that the bow offered. It simply wasn't to his taste.
Artem reached the bow, stopping a few feet behind Lilith and planting his feet about shoulder-width apart to steady himself against the rocking motion of the water beneath them. He clasped his hands behind his back and lifted his chin slightly.
"We're in position," he intoned, resisting the thought of adding "ma'am" to the end of his sentence, knowing she didn't like it when he did so. His words didn't need any acknowledgement, so after a brief quiet in which the sloshing of waves filled the air, he spoke again.
"How are you feeling about Avery's kid?" A simple question that he hoped she wouldn't think was an attempt at small talk. They were past that point by now, having worked together on the Broken Dagger for ten years at least, since she had been here before he was brought aboard by her predecessor, but Lilith was unpredictable and moody. Artem awaited her answer with his usual unwavering, emotionless expression, carefully and easily laid over his face as he looked at the ocean, glittering blue in the midday sun.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 18:55:43 GMT -5
(I'm having too much fun doing these XD)
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 27, 2019 18:58:55 GMT -5
ahh! pretty, i love her eyes omg also that jawline amiright could crack an egg on that edge xD
don't have so much fun drawing that you forget about writing lmao <3
edit: i'll have chris's starter up tonight too so vak can hop in too since del is on his ship!
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on May 27, 2019 19:54:31 GMT -5
(I'll have a starter for both Henna and Sahara up tomorrow, as I had just got back from work and am too tired to come up with something today.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 27, 2019 21:19:40 GMT -5
Ack Pirates?! So tempted to join)
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Post by vakarian on May 27, 2019 21:21:31 GMT -5
(the more the merrier! <3)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 21:22:59 GMT -5
(it’s all yours dad!)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 21:27:34 GMT -5
(Ok, I'm gonna put Cassian in the tavern. Feel free to have anyone interact with him)
Cassian Avery entered the Port Royale's busiest tavern wearing a simple brown, leather coat that reached halfway down his knees, and a similar tricorn hat lacking any decoration. Compared to many in the tavern, nothing about Cassian particularly caught the eye, which had been his goal. He had hoped to keep a low profile until the brethren court meeting in a few days time, not wanting anyone to know his true identity until he was offically presented before his fellow captains. At least, that's what his father had instructed his quarter master to tell the young sailor, and out of respect for his late father, Cassian obeyed. He figured there was some sensiblitity in the request, as it would allow him to observe the true colors of the pirates he was to rule. And since he knew little about pirates, he wished to gain as much knowledge as he could before his time came. Looking around the room with his dark eyes, he discreetly weaved in and out of the drunken crowd until he found a small table in a shadowy corner that was ideally empty. So the man slipped into the chair and kept his head down, the shadows of the corner and from his hat marring the details of his face. A tavern wench approached him and he quietly ordered a pint of rum before leaning forward with his elbows on the table, listening for any news regarding the court’s meeting, or anything else of interest.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 27, 2019 21:39:43 GMT -5
(Whelp considering I looked up names for a character I'm joining XD. Gonna make a captain for the Golden Gaze and debating if he should have like bright blonde hair or not lol. Second is unsure of which ship to put my other character Mason on. He was raised by merchants and was suppose to be one until he decided to become a pirate. Traits are kind, charming and uses what he knows about trading to get good deals/trade routes and such)
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 27, 2019 22:08:56 GMT -5
[ sorry it took so long, poor Crispy barely had a starter the first time so i figured i had to do him some justice this time around lmao ]
Upon receiving word that an heir to the throne had been found and a meeting was to be held, Captain Taffert had ordered his crew to turn around. The Burning Rose had just left shore a few days prior, scouring the waves for nothing in particular, gliding like a bird of prey, waiting for something to cross its path. Ever since the pirate king was found dead, his ship had maintained a somewhat passive "modus vivendi". They didn't draw attention to themselves, they no longer sought out danger in its own home, as they had so confidently before, under Avery's rule. There had been a month or two, where as far as Crispin Taffert was concerned, the Burning Rose was all that was left. The other captains had been silent, and the crew of the Rising Sun had been left to fend for itself under Sahara's guiding hand. Until recently, that is, since they had supposedly found the son of the former pirate king. How they managed to do that, he couldn't fathom. Dedication, for one thing, he thought as he watched the black sea in front of the ship, sending up a white spray each time they ran across a feisty wave.
The moon was mostly shadowed out that night, as the ship flew back toward the coast. It was one of those nights when everything he could see took on a monochrome cloak, as if the color in the world had been drained from his eyes. The waters were dark, beneath a choppy, moonlit surface, the Burning Rose even more so, save for when the clouds parted and the gray light glanced off the sails and ropes, outlining the ship in a skeletal light. It made his ship look almost scary, which he reminded himself wasn't necessarily bad, but he much preferred to see the wooden boards in the light of dawn, glowing almost pink, which is why the ship was named as such, and properly so. She was his Romani girl. Alas, they were in the throes of night then, and it would be a sum of hours before they could see the vessel's true coloring again.
Chris, standing near the helm, could feel the breezes that drove the currents beneath the ship, whipping through his coat. He shook his arms frequently, trying to stay warm. Glancing around the ship, he frowned. He didn't like the fact that he couldn't see the horizon, or the stars. The land was only minutely visible ahead of them, but the ocean gave up nothing otherwise. Almost as if this weather had been planned so his man in the crow's nest couldn't see any other ships, they were ambushed.
A cannon echoed a bit closer than he would have liked, and as he looked for the source, there were shouts escalating in volume as the right edge of the Burning Rose's bow splintered as it was struck. Bodies dove for cover from the debris, but were immediately back on their feet.
"Battle stations!"
His men and women were shortly armed with rifles and swords, loading the canons.
"Fire at will."
The ship coming at them from starboard bore the flag of the Royal Navy, waving at them from atop its mast in an ironic greeting of sorts.
"They've gotten bolder," Chris commented off-hand, his voice calm and steady, addressing his quartermaster, who looked at him with a fire in his eyes. The man's muscles were tensed, ready for action. Chris nodded at him, giving him control of their counterattack measures. Davies was impulsive and at times Chris was hesitant to let him make life or death decisions, but that was usually when the Burning Rose already had the upper hand, and there was no need for excessive bloodshed. Not this time. This time, there was no holding back. His quartermaster a warmonger by nature, but had proven himself trustworthy, and in this instance, he felt that they needed some of Davies' mettle to come out of this alive.
If the Royal Navy had been aiming to kill with their first shot, they'd failed miserably. The ship's prow was destroyed, the bowsprit lost somewhere the water, but this was all cosmetic damage, nothing to deteriorate their steering or firing capabilities, nothing to sink them. Still, it was a huge leap from what they had always done, which was to offer the pirates a chance of surrender "with honor". What changed? He wondered, as Davies issued commands to the crew and helmsman. The Burning Rose wove back and forth, circling the other ship, making them a difficult target while lining up their cannons to alternate their patterns.
Perhaps the Royal Navy hadn't been expecting the pirate ship to recover so quickly, or perhaps they had backup lying in wait somewhere nearby, but either way, their arrogance was their downfall. Chris did not have to communicate aloud with his quartermaster to tell him to sink the other ship. It was a warship, designed for fighting, not for shipping cargo. There wouldn't be much on board that the Burning Rose lacked, so there was no need for a raid, and even Davies was clever enough to know not to risk the time and resources and possibly lives, not when they didn't know what other ships were on the prowl. The Burning Rose was soon victorious, with minor damage, all things considered. Chris was quiet as the Burning Rose continued toward shore, the royal navy ship sinking behind them. It wasn't until they had reached Port Royale and dropped anchor that he called Abraham over.
"Can you find Delphine for me? I'd like to talk to her. And then, can you see to it that everyone knows they have a day off? The meeting is the day after tomorrow."
A particularly ambitious raid about a week ago had made it possible to give each mate a bonus, bounty they were sure to spend all at once, though likely not today, seeing as most of them looked exhausted. The sun was rising out of the sea behind them by now. The crew were going about the business of unloading and docking the ship as the quartermaster went to find the particular woman that he had asked for. The captain's hope was that all of his pirates would get some sleep today, then get the stir-crazy out of their system when night fell again, so they would be on their best behavior for the meeting.
Taffert was hoping that Delphine could provide some insight on the royal navy attack. He knew she was from a nobler family than any other he'd met. He couldn't pronounce her last name, for crying out loud. She might have valuable information that would help the other captains, the new one especially. He would need every edge if he was to ensure the Burning Rose fell within the king's favor.
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Post by vakarian on May 27, 2019 22:37:13 GMT -5
(aaah great starter stardust!! c: i'll get del's starter written up asap. if ever anyone's curious, her last name is pronounced ram-bo-coo-r, hehe)
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