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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 6, 2016 20:55:18 GMT -5
James almost laughed, "Well I'll give you credit" He said lightly, "You seem to know how to stick up for yourself, verbally and physically." James said with a small grin. He took a small step toward the stairs, not sure if he was ready to go back up into his courters again. It would be stressful trying to finish the course and then showing it to the crew. They probably wouldn't enjoy it, but he'd have to deal with it.
(XD Maybe a little. Also sorry that its so short! x.x)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 21:01:03 GMT -5
Grace's face seemed to go pink in color when she blushed at the praise, she wasn't really used to being praised. And it wasn't something she exactly knew how to take. Smiling awkwardly, "Why thank you." She replied in a jokingly modest tone, noticing that Jame had taken a step towards the stairs. "So I'm pretty much stuck following you around unless they get other themselves?" She asked to clarify if she was or wasn't coming with it.
( It's fine! c: Do you think we should maybe skip to the next day soon? )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 6, 2016 21:21:32 GMT -5
James laughed, "You are pretty much stuck following me." He said with a nod. He turned and made his way up the stairs. He glanced back a couple times to make sure Grace was following, but he wasn't too worried. She seemed content to follow him around. James wasn't eager to share their course with the crew, but maybe Grace could help with that. Either way, it was nice to have someone around. He could talk whenever he felt the need to. Although he'd never admit that to Grace, or anyone else. They'd probably see it as foolish.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 6, 2016 21:22:37 GMT -5
(Yea probably xD)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 21:26:11 GMT -5
Grace chuckled softly, "Following you it is then." She said out loud to James, taking a last look around the room before starting to follow him up the stairs. Her expression morphing back into a calm, collected mask. Somehow after the whole confrontation she felt more comfortable on the ship even if she could have just made it more dangerous for herself.
( Well I'll let you start on that cx )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 7, 2016 12:38:52 GMT -5
(So sorry, but I'll be going to my cousins for a week and I probably won't have any internet. So I'll most likely be off for the next seven days. Again I'm so sorry to leave you, but we'll be leaving in about a half-hour and I've got to write a book report and do some math to catch up. So sorry :/)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 12:39:44 GMT -5
( It's fine! Have fun! c: )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 14, 2016 11:22:39 GMT -5
(Alrighty! I am back! So we are starting on the next day correct?)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 11:25:44 GMT -5
( Yay! Welcome back cx Yes the next day. )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 14, 2016 11:41:13 GMT -5
(Okey ) James shivered, shaking his shoulders to take away the temporary cold chill. It was early in the morning and they were reaching the Enghlish Channel. He'd been out moments ago and raised the British colors. It felt odd, almost like betraying himself to put those colors up. But he new the cause for it was far below the British standards. James exaimed himself in the mirror. He certainly looked like a captain. But he needed to do something with his hair. Something to make it look more proper. James sighed and began quietly shuffling about his courters for a brush.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 11:50:55 GMT -5
Grace had been up almost all night, the nervousness that came with approaching the Channel were taking it's told on her. Sighing when she had heard James up moving around, it was about time to get ready in case they attract any attention. Standing up from where she was sitting on the bed, going to the dresser and opening it. Pulling out the British uniform from one of the drawers. Swallowing her pride before quickly changing into the uniform, it didn't fit as well as she'd like it too but that would probably help with hiding her feminine form.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 14, 2016 12:29:13 GMT -5
James stood once again in front of the mirror, brush dangling limply from his hand. What did he know about making hair look presentable? He'd been a pirate most of his life and never cared. James sighed and frowned. To occupy his time, he straightened his color and slipped into the disguting tiny boots. They tinched his toes together and were unimaginably unconfortable. He continued to look at himself, unsure whether or not to be pleased or utterly disgusted. He settled on disgusted. A knock came on his door and Berlins head appeared. "Nearing the Channel Captain." "Sir" James corrected, turning from the mirror. Berlin looked at him with an expression of mixed horror and amusement. James narrowed his gaze, daring the man to laugh. Berlin simply nodded and swiftly spun out of the door and shut it softly behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 13:20:02 GMT -5
Grace slipped on her own pair of British boots, thankfully they didn't really hurt that much as her feet were smaller making them almost a perfect fit. Then she brushed through her hair and put it into a neat little ponytail much like those that the British navel officers wore. Glancing down at her attire with narrowed eyes, she used a binder she happened to have had so her chest appeared flat and with her lack of any real meat on her bones she could pass as a scrawny boy. Huffing to herself before opening the door and taking a step outside, that is when she caught a glimpse of James, oh the self control it took to not laugh at him. "I'm going to inform you right now that this is a terrible idea." She spoke clearly to him. "Well, you don't look too bad... But what the hell is wrong with your hair? Are you trying to make sure that if anyone gets close enough it is obvious that you aren't really a British officer?" She asked in a jokingly serious tone.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 14, 2016 13:30:44 GMT -5
James jumped a bit as Grace's voice rang clear in the soft atmosphere. He turned to look at her and crossed his arms. "Well aren't you a beauty?" He laughed with obvious tease in his voice. The outfit matched her coloring terribly and didn't do anything for her form. But it wasn't supposed to either. James shook his head and huffed, "It's not my fault this bloody bush of hair refusing to look like British hair!" H said with a exaggerated roll of his eyes. But a small grin appeared on his lips despite the tense air of the misson they were moving to perform.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 17:23:20 GMT -5
Grace put her hands on her hips and shook her head jokingly, "Of course I am." She replied bluntly, almost challenging him to say otherwise. Her gaze running up and down James, he really didn't look too bad. But she didn't think it really suited him, having met him as a pirate and not some English officer. "Here let me see if I can help you with that." She offered, walking up to him with narrowed eyes. "Do you even own a brush?"
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 14, 2016 17:41:52 GMT -5
James rolled his eyes, "Of course I own a brush" He huffed, tossing it to her before turning to the mirror. He was like teenage girl. Worried about his hair and face. James poked and prodded at his hair while he exaimined himself in the mirror. "How do they even wear it? British Captain's I mean. I only saw the Captain I worked for once and he was wearing a wig, which I don't own one of those." James said in a sort of cranky, tense tone of voice.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 17:48:41 GMT -5
Grace managed to catch the brush midair, rolling her eyes at James before playfully smacking his upper arm with said brush. "Knock it off, and please look at me so I can actually see your hair. Unless you want to die that is." She ordered in a somewhat bossy tone. "I can tell you that their hair doesn't look like that, for sure."
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 14, 2016 22:32:56 GMT -5
James huffed and turned back around with arms crossed over his chest. "Yes mother" He said in a teasing tone. But his voice held a tense strain. He was a bit on edge with the upcoming event. He looked at her with slight sass. "Would you like me to sit down too?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 22:52:25 GMT -5
Grace huffed at James, taking the brush and roughly ran it over his head. Much rougher then she normally would with a small smile tugging at her lips. "Do not sass me young man." She replied stiffly, frowning at his hair as she pulled the brush away before licking her hand and running it over his head to smooth everything out. "There you go, now if we are lucky you might pass as some young cadet." She teased lightly, purposely doing her best not to dwell on the subject too long. Nerves had been eating at her all night anyway.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 15, 2016 10:57:58 GMT -5
"Ouch! Hell woman how hard to you brush bloody hair?" He said, resisting the urge to jerk back as the brush yanked through his hair. He made a childish face as she licked her hand. "Ewwww" James said with a teaseing look at her. James turned and glanced in the mirror. "I'm not sure I like looking this simliar to a British Captain." He said with a thoughtful frown.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 14:59:24 GMT -5
After she was sure that his hair was decent Grace held the brush back out to James. "It was your idea, but if all goes well you won't have to get used to it." She reminded, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "And not all British Captains are that bad... I mean most of them are, but I think you get what I mean." Due to her life of sailing she had the great displeasure of rubbing shoulders with many captains. "Just don't think about it that much."
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 16, 2016 12:53:31 GMT -5
James sighed, "I'll try not to." He huffed and then straightened his jacket. He turned around and moved toward the door. He glanced a Grace and attempted to cover up his tense attitude with a grin. "Let the fun begin." He said slyly, and pulled open the door. It was all quiet. The crew was down below, sleeping most likely. But he'd asked them to stay below until he told them otherwise. The only other person awake. Berlin. Who was up in the crows nest. Also dressed from head to two like a British officer. There was a thick fog surrounding them, but James liked the fog. It hid them better.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2016 16:56:38 GMT -5
Grace rolled her eyes and sighed, even though she really didn't want to follow him she was technically responsible for this whole operation. Brushing off her uniform before trailing after James. Peering outside over his shoulder, this was the perfect weather for a raid of some sort. Normally she loved this kind of weather and atmosphere but not today.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 17, 2016 9:21:15 GMT -5
James held up a hand to Berlin and the man returned the gesture. They were ready. James sighed and moved down to the deck. He grabbed a bucket and a brush of sorts. Carrying them towards Grace he flashed a tense grin, "I hate to do this to you, but cabin boys are supposed to clean." He said with a small shrug. She could just pretend to clean if she liked, but it had to be believeable. James glanced up as he saw motion from Berlin. The man held up four fingers. They were at the channel. James turned to looked back at Grace, but stopped short when he saw another movement. Berlin held up two fists. Two British Navy ships. James stiffened as Berlin began a fast climb down toward them. This was already going terribly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2016 9:49:47 GMT -5
Grace rolled her eyes at him, "I don't think you hate it." She muttered, stepping forward and taking the cleaning things from James. Noting that he was looking up at the crows nest, and then that man up there was climbing down as quickly as possible. "Care to fill me in on what is going on right now?" She asked softly, the atmosphere made the girl feel as if she should be whispering.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 17, 2016 10:05:23 GMT -5
James attempted easy-going attitude at faltered in senconds and a deep frown now creased his lips. He watched Berlin sharply and anxiously, barely catching Grace's question. "We're at the English Channel. And there appears to be two British Naval ships in our path." He answered back in a low and tense tone. He stepped toward Berlin as the breathless man moved toward him. "Two ships?" James asked, his voice coming out more sharp then he intended. Berlin nodded, "Aye, one to the right and one in front of us. They haven't seen us curtsey of this beautiful fog, but they will soon enough if we don't change course." James held back a growl and spun towards the crows nest. "Show me, now!" He barked and then remebered Grace. He gestured for her to follow. She was a pirate as well and she migth be of some help as to where to move next.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2016 10:14:33 GMT -5
Grace narrowed her eyes once given the explanation, so much for everything going smoothly. Silently listening to James and Berlin, how different of a course was he thinking they should change? Being familiar with the Channel and the fact that it was crawling with British soldiers there was only so much they could do. Quickly trailing after James once he gestured for her to follow.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 17, 2016 20:25:38 GMT -5
James climbed the crow's nest, almost bumping into Berlin multiple times as he was in a bit of a rush. When he finally reached the top, he would spot the ships almost immediatly. The two ships had drifted from their original position and were now on both the right and left. Going around them would make to much noise, but going in between would get them seen and them trapped. James glanced at Grace for a bit of advice, hopefully she had some.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2016 20:41:12 GMT -5
Grace slowly climbed up behind the pair, grumbling something about needing to use her muscles more before getting into the crows nest. Frowning at the sight of the two ships, both obviously British qeith their builds and flags. "Well don't they just look merry." She commented, eyeing them for a moment before hoing back down on the ladder. Hanging there so she could get a different angle to look from.
( Do you think I could have Grace mess around with the British? cx like kind if know one of other ships and their captain? I kind of have something funny in mind. )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 17, 2016 20:58:23 GMT -5
James frowned and nodded at her sarcasm. His mood was already low and this event swept it lower. He looked at Grace and Berlin. "Any idea's?" He asked, trying not to be impatient or rude. But they needed to do something quickly or the British ships would spot them as well.
(Sure! xD Sounds wonderful to me)
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