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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 10, 2017 11:01:41 GMT -5
Hey 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯! I never have any good names for these threads so here we are XD I'll write a starter now |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 10, 2017 11:17:31 GMT -5
Darkness. A young man stirred in a dim room, eyes widening in a moment of brief panic as he tried to survey his surroundings, a little alarmed at waking up in a place he didn't recognise and with no recollection of how he had gotten there.
This man was in his early twenties, it would appear. Alejandro Barros had golden-brown skin and deep brown hair, a rich chocolate tone and slightly wavy. This and his amber-toned eyes told that he was a Spaniard. He had a defined face, with a defined jaw and cheekbones. He was average height, not particularly tall or particularly short. His build was that of someone whose body wasn't naturally disposed to building muscle like some of the muscled men in the Spanish crew, and he had clearly worked for the athletic physique he did have. Unsurprising when considering the fact that one couldn't really work on a ship and not build up some muscle, what with it being physically taxing.
Alehandro tried to get his bearings in the room, where the air was cool and musty and heavy with damp. It was dark, but the whole room seemed to be swaying gently. He was still on a boat. Below deck. He appeared to be shackled to a wall, and he became aware of an extreme pain in his side, though it did feel like it was bandaged so that he wouldn't bleed to death. So it would appear that Alejandro had been captured. But was the rest of the crew here also? It was difficult to tell in the dim lighting of the room whether or not anyone else was down here, but he was willing to bet they were here too.
He tried to struggle against the shackles but quickly saw he would have absolutely no luck with that and quickly relented. He couldn't see any way out. Escaping from a ship was not an easy thing to do, and these shackles were too strong to be broken.
But where exactly was he? He couldn't remember a thing. Who had captured him and his crew? Was his captain here too? And where was this boat?
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Sept 10, 2017 12:00:36 GMT -5
perfect, thank you! I'll respond asap |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 10, 2017 12:06:45 GMT -5
[No problemo, take all the time you need  ] |
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Sept 15, 2017 11:32:31 GMT -5
this is actually taking forever I'm so sorry; it's been a busy week. it's firday now though so I should get something to you soon |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 15, 2017 14:53:22 GMT -5
It's okay, it's been the same for me x Take your time)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Sept 17, 2017 13:58:49 GMT -5
For a man of Nicholas' age to captain a ship in the English navy wasn't unheard of, but it was still remarkable. It was most certainly a spot of great pride for the young man. He'd gotten there not through luck, talent or ever skill. It was nothing but diligence, obedience and hard work. For this reason, he never stopped doing what had to be done. If that included capturing a Spanish ship and every last crew member he could find, he'd do it without question.
It unfortunately also involved questioning his captives. Or at least those who might actually know something. His crew members were handling most of the Spanish crew, leaving him to ask the difficult questions in a place where they might actually be answered. It wasn't so much that he was uncomfortable, he'd just never been particularly good with words. He was too straightforward and blunt to ever get good at rhetoric, especially interrogation.
Relaxed, Nicholas didn't look much older than twenty, something which would be a correct assumption to make. But when he was tense, as he was now, everything about him seemed older. His ash blonde hair looked as if it were grey, the dimples that usually highlighted his youth was replaced by a furrowed brow that wrinkled his forehead. Not even the sunkissed colour of his skin could redeem him. Anyone who'd never seen him smile could easily assume he was a decade older than he was in reality, seeing him like this.
They hadn't managed to capture the captain - or if they had the crew had done a good job of concealing his identity - so Nicholas decided to start with the second-in-command, a man named Alejandro Barros if the information they'd gotten from the crew was to be trusted. It seemed as good a place as any.
The door creaked open, its hinges rusted from years of exposure to salt water and heavy winds. The room on the other side was damp and dark, or it would have been had it not been for the lantern Nicholas had brought with him. It held only one young man unlike most of the other cells on board. If you'd been singled out as important, you got some privacy. It was rarely a good thing. He said nothing, simply set the lantern down on the floor and leaned against one of the walls, giving his captive a chance to speak before he did so himself. |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 17, 2017 14:14:20 GMT -5
Alejandro blinked as a light suddenly illuminated the dark room. He had to get used to the new light but once he did it became apparent to him that the rest of his crew were not in this room with him and a young man had entered the room.
One look at the uniform told him this was an Englishman, and a Captain too. Interesting, not many sailors got their captaincy as young as this man. But then Alejandro had been heading along the same route himself.
He watched the male set his lantern down and lean against a wall, looking at Alejandro expectantly as if waiting for him to speak first. Strange; in his experience, this wasn't how interrogations typically went. But then, what did Alejandro know? Maybe this was how the British did things? Some kind of intimidation tactic, maybe? God only knew.
"I suppose you're here to ask me some questions, then." he began "But I'm afraid you're wasting your time. Who are you? Where is my crew?"
He would start by asking some questions of his own, show he meant business and he wasn't just about to give Spanish secrets to the first random person to capture him and chain him up. Thay wasn't how Alejandro did things. It wasn't how any half-decent sailor did things. This was his way of being assertive with his new captor, showing exactly how he stood.
Showing he was not going to be easy to crack.
(Sorry if it's short, on mobile)
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