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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 10:35:40 GMT -5
Officer Taylor, Arabella ;; Hawkeyes258 and Fireclaw3
Now she could cry, they would have to understand why. She was sure they would to if they knew when they were going to die. While she may not know the exact moment, she knew it would be in a few moments, and in front of Lance. She hoped he would shut his eyes, that he wouldn't have to witness her execution on top of everything he has been through today. But she didn't look back. She stared out at the sea, like how she did every morning on The King's Ranger. How was it that everything looked so peaceful on the vast expanse of water when she knew what was coming, when she had seen the things she did. And yet, the ocean was not phased. In fact, it looked more beautiful now than it had before, with the light of morning making the caps on the waves reflect in a shimmery sort of way and a sky only dotted with a few whisps of clouds. She always liked the sky best with some clouds, as without it, the sky and sea looked like one. But now, it looks like she was about to become one with them. Arabella clasped her hands in front of her, her eyes glistening with tears that also reflected the sun's light. She heard a man next to her pull out something, she glanced at him for a moment, and found it to be a pistol. At leat her death would be quick, and that was all that mattered. So that Lance didn't have to watch as she was tortured. But instead, it would merely be a bullet. It would go clean through, and only hurt a pinch. Nothing really. Nothing at all..."God have mercy on me." She said aloud, unsure who heard her. But it wouldn't matter, what mattered anymore? Lance was safe, her duty was complete. Service before self. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before singing a song in her head, silent from the rest of the world. won't you come with me? Where the moon is made of gold, and in the morning sun, we'll be sailing free. Oh won't you come with me, where he ocean meets the sky, and as the clouds roll by, we'll sing the song of the sea... it seemed as if the man almost could read her mind, because as soon as she finished that verse, she felt a pinch. It was so quick she didn't even realize it had happened yet. But soon she couldn't feel anything at all. She was gone from this world.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 18, 2017 18:22:56 GMT -5
Lance watched as the gun was fired and her body falling to the ground. Why did these pirates have to take those he cared about away from him? He could still see his mother was a pirate shoved a cutlass through her body. He hated feeling so useless! How many where going to di cause he was useless! "Dawn you all to hell!" He yelled.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 18:40:11 GMT -5
would you like me to rp the pirates giving him medical attention? Or the pirate that shot her?
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 18, 2017 19:24:32 GMT -5
Medical treatment)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 19:25:24 GMT -5
cool, he won't have too much of a personality cuz he's only temporary lol
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 19:36:32 GMT -5
Medic Alden Fletcher ;; Hawkeyes258
Alden had heard the gunshot alright, and witnessed the execution. After all, all the crew members were there to witness it. He didn't feel bad, except for maybe the boy. Perhaps the two of them were close, but whether they were not wasn't much of his buisness. His job was to apparently patch up the one he found to be Naval Officer Tribune after hearing them say farwell using their titles. In all his 30 years on this ship, Alden couldn't say he's seen something like this before. Usually everyone brought as a prisoner fends for themselves, but she made a deal with captian. Quite unheard of. But he couldn't ponder it for long, he had work to do. Alden and another Medic made their way over to the boy, bending down and making sure not to handle him too roughly as they carried him down to the medical quarters. He heard someone direct orders to a swabbie to clean up the blood from both of the Naval Officers. But just before heading below deck, he saw the pirate who had carried out Officer Taylor's execution, throw her body overboard. He didn't think much of it though, he didn't want to keep her on board, no one did really. But his thoughts were directed at Officer Tribune as they set him down on an operating table and removed the clothing in the way of his wounds. That would hinder their work otherwise. "I'll need to take this for now." Alden told Officer Tribune as he took the letter he had in his hand given to him by the female Officer. He would recieve it later but for now, it was only getting in the way.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 18, 2017 20:18:46 GMT -5
Right lol)
Lance stiffly nodded his head. He would raise hell if he didn't get the letter back. Lance waits for the doctor to tend to his wounds.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 20:26:04 GMT -5
Medic Alden Fletcher ;; Hawkeyes258
Alden started to clean up the blood that was beginning to dry coming from his wounds and bandaging the small wounds. The larger ones however, would need to be stitched and cleaned properly. He got out a cream of sorts that he often used for when the pirates recieved large wounds such as these and began to lather it around the cuts. "How close were the two of you. Just out of curiosity. Although, you don't have to answer if you don't feel like it." He assumed the captain might ask him questions, but if not, Alden would just be left to assume.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 18, 2017 22:42:26 GMT -5
Lance remained silent for a few minutes before speaking. "Not particularly close but I did like her." He said looking up at the ceiling. She was one of the few he could confine in and let his walls down a bit.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 19, 2017 0:52:40 GMT -5
It's okay *Hugles*)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 19, 2017 1:01:06 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2017 5:18:36 GMT -5
Medic Alden Fletcher ;; Hawkeyes258
So then that would mean the men on board who had watched were wrong about that. They assumed they were quite close, considering the captain called them lovers. And he would know if they were not right? He was in love as well. But Alden wasn't going to think about it anymore, no point in questioning the captain really. He got out his supplies for stitching up Officer Tribune's wounds and as he pulled the needle and thread through he spoke, "What do you do in the Navy?" He thought he should change the subject, if they were friends he would have kept going but they were far from it. Plus, he was sure Tribune needed to grieve in his own way without Alden pressing the subject
OOC ;; Fireclaw3 and 🎵whitetail-Brill
Fire - then it wouldn't be much of a deal though, it would just be them asking to be free from captivity
Whitetail: Aw, hope things get better soon
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 22, 2017 1:03:22 GMT -5
Sorry about that)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2017 4:07:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 22, 2017 20:19:49 GMT -5
"I don't do anything specific." He said keeping his eyes upwards. "Sometimes I lead the charging missions."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2017 20:46:26 GMT -5
Medic Alden Fletcher ;; Hawkeyes258
Nothing specific in the Navy? Was he still in the first four years of it then? Probably, because in the first four years was when you really figured out what career you were going to take on in the armed forces. Alden would know, he used to be in the Navy before becoming a pirate. "I see." He said simply before working in silence to mend all the cuts he had. Most were pretty deep, but as long as they didn't get infected, he should be more or less alright. He handed the letter back to Tribune. "Here you go, I'll have to go report to the captain, but you just rest here until then
{He can read the letter now if you want him to now
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 22, 2017 21:21:12 GMT -5
Lance opened the letter ignoring the medic. He paused for a moment before speaking. "Thanks for healing me I guess."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 6:18:04 GMT -5
Letter to Naval Officer Tribune, Lance of the King's Ranger, if found, please return to Naval Officer Taylor, Arabella of the King's Ranger ~
May 27, 1715 Dear Officer Tribune, I know that the only way you could be reading this right now, is if I have moved on from this life and into yet another (either that or you were looking through my personal belongings for one reason or another) and you must be wondering why I wrote a letter addressed to you, and for only you to read it after my death. On my seventeenth birthday, the day I wrote this letter, the law requires those in any branch of the King's military to write a will in case of an untimely death once they reach the age of seventeen. Although I am no longer the lowly servant girl I was a year and a half ago, I am still but a lowly solider with more impulsive behavior and wit than I know what to do with. And being in such a low rank, I'm afraid those are the only things I have to offer besides my heart. The Navy may pay well, but I'm still paying off my debt to the king for being released from my servant status. Everything I am and ever will be, is because by the Navy. So why am I telling you this, and why have I kept many things away from you, even something as petty as my birthday? Well, that's an interesting story, but the answer is simple: I was head over heels for you.
I remember joining the Navy feeling utterly and completely lost. Everything was so much larger than anything my insignificant eyes had seen, and everyone was so very different. But as I wandered around for my first month or so after the eight weeks of training we recieve, I met you. We were both in the same squadron, but very different ranks. You however, did not hesitate to speak to me, and I admired your willingness to do so even though everyone knew where I was from. Whether you just pitied me, or were merely being nice, I thought you were an amazing and wonderful person; you made me feel good about the things I set out to do, and when I failed, you picked me back up whether you knew it or not. You could say you were this tiny light in my dark world, that was only getting darker; a ray of sunshine finding it's way through stormy skies. At first I saw you as nothing more than a companion, a great one at that, one of the few I've ever had, but then to me you became more. I wanted to say something. And everyday I saw you, I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't. I didn't think you ever felt the same, I knew you never wanted to take your eyes off the straight and narrow path of your career and I admired that.
I loved that.
I loved you.
And it was because I loved you, that I never told you how I felt. I would distract you from your career if you viewed me in the same way, and you would be a distraction to me as well. I wanted to be somebody to someone but evidently I would never be that. So I became distant. I talked to you less, I hid things from you, I didn't want you to know me, I didn't want you to develop feelings for me or for my feelings for you to become even stronger than they already were because I would be an obstacle in your career and my own. Don't feel guilty if you did feel the same, and you never told me, I don't want you to have any regrets. I don't want sympathy if you didn't love me but felt bad for not doing so after reading this. I love you too much for that. And it broke my heart to tell myself I can't ever love or be loved, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Service before self you could call it. So I want you to know, that you have my heart. Take it or leave it, cherish it or break it, I'll understand. If I couldn't bring myself to understand I wouldn't love you.
But now I'm gone, reunited with my mother, and in a far better place than where I was. I know I'll see you again, but until then, say a prayer for me. Please remember me, but don't grieve or mourn for too long. I will just distract you that way, and I love you too much for that. Never take your eyes off that straight and narrow path, never stop fighting for what you believe in. It will be hard, but you Officer Tribune, can do it. I believe in you.
Farewell my sailor.
Deepest regards, Officer Taylor, Arabella of the King's Ranger
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 10:06:49 GMT -5
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 23, 2017 13:48:09 GMT -5
(Very nice)
By the time Lance had finished the letter, tears were steaming down his cheeks. Lance never about her feelings and the letter put some things into perspective. Lance she was still here so he could hold her in his arms. How on earth would he ever find someone who loved him like Arabella? Lance ends up crying even more and keeps crying until he couldn't anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 13:49:23 GMT -5
{Aw poor Lance, now I wish I didn't kill her lol}
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 13:54:57 GMT -5
{I have an idea so that we can keep what we have but Arabella still lives...it may sound a little out there but I think may just make sense. Want to hear it?}
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 18:35:17 GMT -5
I'm sure Fireclaw3 would like to roleplay lol. And did the princess watch the death scene of one of the Naval Officers? If not, I suggest going on the last page and reading about that and then some of this page
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 18:39:21 GMT -5
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