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Post by ehela on Aug 5, 2020 21:32:58 GMT -5
Plot: A prophecy has foreseen this pirate captain to accomplish great things. His name would known across the seven seas. However a weakness unbeknownst to him could be his down fall, and he has done everything he can to protect himself. Little did he know it would be love.
Captain's dad sold his soul to a powerful witch but not everything's perfect so she had to give him an Achilles heel to balance the scales. Girl says she knows the way to the fountain of youth as leverage, and it might have something to do with the curse.
Any other ideas? Also should we do character descriptions first or dive straight in? I can start btw~
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Post by ehela on Aug 6, 2020 19:18:31 GMT -5
whattup fam okay sounds good! I'll put up a starter and then do a description It'll be up by tonight, im finishing up my homework and then doing a quarantine happy bday thing for my bff lol
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Post by ehela on Aug 6, 2020 20:39:57 GMT -5
Genevieve sat at the stools of the bar. She was growing tired of being rejected and laughed at as she offered herself to some crews. For women, becoming a pirate and being accepted into a ship was harder than the average male. Maybe it was the way she was dressed. She wore an olive plain loose poet shirt and black breeches with thick black boots. Her clothes were clean and wrinkle free, so the others could have thought she was just a commoner girl with a jaded view of piracy. Commoner she was, but Genevieve wasn't trying to join the lifestyle by choice. In fact, she hated it. Just individuals being barbaric for the sake of it. But alas, here she was.
The barkeep had been watching her failed attempts and out of pity, offered her a drink. She took t graciously and thought that was the end of the transaction, but he was not letting her go easy. "That was pretty sad to watch, lady." Genevieve looked up at the middle aged man with a face of annoyance, but kept silent. Prodding further, he continued. "You should just cut your losses now, doesn't look like anyone's gonna take a lass like you." This got the female to say something. A part of her did want to give up, but that would be even more embarassing to have everyone watch her leave with a handful of rejections. Her pride was not going to let her. "What's that supposed to mean?" She pulled the glass up to her lips and took a long drink. "Your hands haven't seen labor and you look too proper" That was true. Geneveive had helped her dad run a shop, but her older brother always did the hard work. "Just because I have clean clothes?" She fought the urge to roll her eyes. She had thought she should have left her garments a bit unkempt, but she was kind of what they call a clean freak. "Partly, yes," the barkeep mused, walking a couple steps to fill the glass of a grumbling man. Sighing, the brunette took another sip. Suddenly, the rowdy noise of the tavern slowed to a murmured hush, so quiet that she could hear the wooden door close. It was probably a royal guard suspecting something. She didn't care to turn around. "Maybe you should ask him." With the empty cup in the bartender's hand, he pointed towards the entrance of the room. She knew he was teasing, but dared a look over her shoulder anyway.
Phew that was long eheh
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 7, 2020 20:03:05 GMT -5
(Cool! I hope the birthday thing went well! ^^ )
Andrew Burnwell
The seas this time of year were reaching the end of their grace periods. There was always a certain time when winds were fair and storms were few. During that time, the crew of the Devil's Deceit spent this time sailing the waters as much as they possible could. It was also the time when trading ships of all kinds were about and about, meaning the spoils were ripe for the taking. Alas, even the largest of ships had to make for port sooner or later. It took time out of their hunting, but it was necessary.
Captain Andrew Burnwell knew the importance of spending a few days upon land just as much as a ship full of goods. So he allowed the crew a day or two in between prizes in order to spend their newfound wealth whenever they cash it in. This was one of those allotted rest periods for his crew to run wild. Luckily, this sleepy little port town was one well known to pirates and well out of reach from any forms of government. The sun was making it's way lower into the sky as he traversed the streets alone. He didn't seem bothered by the lack of backup. He was capable of handling his own fights, as the two pistols and cutlass hanging from his hips indicated. The trading for the day was completed. Now all that was left to do was restock food and water supplies and buy more equipment for the ship itself. Then they would be on their way once more. Until then, he made his way to the Rusty Doubloon, one of three taverns in the area. It was his go to spot seeing as it was a little nicer of a place than the others.
As always, he entered the room as a wave a hushed silence greeted him. He didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he acted as if he didn't even notice it. While he wasn't one of the most powerful captains there were sailing at the moment, he was one of the more popular ones to talk about. His name and that of his ship seemed to precede them wherever they go. The stories they told were grand, dramatic, and perhaps exaggerated to the point of being unbelievable. Still, that didn't stop people from being wary in his presence. With a quick sweep of the room, he spotted only one new face, a woman, but he wasn't worried about her. A new barmaid to help run orders, perhaps. Nothing to note there. He strode confidently towards the corner booth in the back of the room, his normal spot, motioning with his hand to the barkeeper that he would be taking his usual drinks.
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Post by ehela on Aug 7, 2020 22:10:39 GMT -5
Yee, i hadnt seen her for a year c: Cool layout o:
The mysterious man that walked in gave off an aura of confidence. Like the others, her dark eyes stayed glued to him all the way until he took his seat. It was intriguing to see one person affect such a rambunctious crowd. Although he did dignified. His clothes had to be made of the finest materials. The glint of his sword was a threat of its own. All signs point to one: a captain, and a prestigious one at that. Her glaze flicked to the bartender as he started to make his order. I can't go up to him, I'll get humiliated. I can't even win over one of these washouts. Her eyes fixated on the glass in front of him. But giving up now is also out of the question. Biting her lip, she came to a decision. If worst comes to worst, I'll just pretend I'm a swooning girl. Picking up her drink, she chugged the rest down. "I'll take those." He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Are you serious?" Her face contorted into a scowl. "Very." She snatched the glasses from the tentative man. Genevieve stood up to her height of 5'9, kicking the stool gently into its place. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the secluded booth. Her chest started to feel tight from the anxiety, but she couldn't turn back now. Genevieve set the drinks in front of him before swiftly sliding into the seat across from him. Her lips curled into a smile, chocolate eyes sparked curiosity. She set her elbow on the table, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. "Looks like you've had a long day." Instantly, she started to freak out internally. Was that the right thing to say? Did she look weird or sound desperate? She followed up quickly. "I didn't think it was possible for someone to control a crowd as soon as they walked in. How does that happen?"
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 8, 2020 17:34:55 GMT -5
Thanks. ^^ It was made for me by someone on here.
Andrew Burnwell
It was only a couple of minutes before his drink was bought to his table, in the hands of the new woman in no less. So his assumptions had been right. He took his drink silently, taking a swig of the amber liquid inside and pausing mid sip when she took the seat across from him. He finished his mouthful of drink and set his tankard back on the table. Blue eyes studied her. She must have been new in town in general, not just to the tavern. Most everyone around here, whether patrons of this place or not, knew of him. Either that, of she was playing dumb or trying to flatter him.
"By putting a few holes in people who waste my time with petty questions," he answered in his low baritone. The man said it without a shred of emotion as he watched her face for a reaction. "After about the fifth time, they finally read the message I was trying to send."
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Post by ehela on Aug 8, 2020 18:43:29 GMT -5
Genevieve blinked, not expecting just a callous response. This was going to be harder than she thought. But perhaps that's who she needed to work under. Someone that would not care enough to ask questions. But she couldn't show an ounce of hesitation. She bounced back quickly, shrugging. "I've never been good at that." His gaze was intense, she wanted to look away. For a moment, she looked at his drink, before back at him. She the inside of her cheek. The female didn't know if she should outright ask him. He seemed like he would lose interest fast. She had to move accordingly. Straightening her back, she clasped her hands together on the table, leaning slightly forward. "Well I'd like to stay whole, so I won't waste my time." She paused for a moment as she searched for the right words. With a determined gaze, she continued. "I'm looking for a crew. And these other guys aren't cutting it." He hadn't been her to watch her failed attempts, so why not bluff?
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Post by ehela on Aug 8, 2020 19:15:19 GMT -5
Genevieve;; Female;; 21 She stands at 5'9 and has a tan medium olive skin tone. She has slightly almond shaped dark brown eyes. She has dark brown, almost black thick hair that flows down to her mid back that is prone to frizz. To maintain her hair she keeps it in a ponytail with a few short pieces loose in the front to frame her face. Due to food scarcity, she is on the thinner side, which makes her soft curves stand out, so she wears loose clothes. She can run fast, but is not very strong. Her forearms have a couple of dark scars from working in her dad's bakery. She has a golden hoop piercing in her arms and numerous piercing in her ears from her earlobes to her cartilage which are a mixture of gold and diamonds, obviously fakes.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 8, 2020 21:07:25 GMT -5
Andrew Burnwell
Her claims of not wasting her time gave him a small amount of hope she would be up and on her way. However, she showed no sign of moving. Here it comes. Andrew was familiar with random people coming to him with odd and end jobs they wanted done. Sometimes it was to find a person, dead or alive, and other times it was to retrieve a stolen good. Many of these jobs he turned down. He was not an errand boy, and neither was his crew. So when she finally stated her reason for talking to him, he suppressed a laugh.
"Oh, is that right?" he asked. The captain leaned forward, arms crossed on the table before him. "And what would a woman have need for a ship's crew? Find yourself in a bit of trouble? Arranged marriage you're trying to avoid? Or perhaps you've a hunger for the plunder and pillaging life of the open seas? Tell me, do you fancy killing a man?"
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Post by ehela on Aug 8, 2020 21:30:15 GMT -5
Genevieve did not know why she even tried being optimistic. Of course he was gonna decline. What a typical man, thinking that she was probably here because she was escaping marriage. The captain was probably going to go back to his crew tonight and laugh about it. But she wasn't going to be a funny story. She was gonna get him to accept her, no matter what. So badly she wanted to bite back, but that wasn't in her favor. I'll kill you. Imagine if she had responded with that. He wouldn't have hesitated. Tilting her head slightly to the side, her eyes narrowed, any ounce of lightheartedness leaving her appearance. "Don't worry about my reasons, but for the record, it's none of those. And I'll kill if I have to. I'm not as helpless as I look." She knew what she was signing up for. "I can handle my own, I know how to use a sword. And I learn quickly. I wouldn't slow anything down."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 9, 2020 15:08:04 GMT -5
Andrew Burnwell
"Hmm," was all he responded as he listened to her defense. She was bold, he'd give her that, but being bold alone wasn't necessarily a good thing. He had seen one too many bold men die by their own stupid actions to form that opinion. Andrew took another, slow draft of his drink, letting the silence stretch between them.
"As captain of this crew you're looking for, it is my right to know what reasons you have that sent you looking for a crew in the first place," he told her. "Now, if you're looking for someone to help you while maintaining your privacy, than I suggest looking elsewhere, for I do not make deals blindly. I believe you need to walk back to that bar and think of a new strategy before coming back and asking for my aid. Any captain worth his salt will turn you down with a pitch like that. So, if you're truly in need of help, I'll give you about five minutes to think of a better way to phrase your request before I take my leave, from both this bar and the port." Of course, he wouldn't be leaving until the morning. His crew was scattered all over the town at the moment, but his words held every ounce of sincerity in his body. "You're choice."
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Post by ehela on Aug 9, 2020 15:38:56 GMT -5
Every moment was agony. Under the table, her leg started to shake, a nervous tic she had. He held all the power in this situation, he was the one doing her a favor. When he finally spoke, Genevieve leaned back, her fingers starting to drum on the table. She mulled over his words. The female looked back to the front of the room, making eye contact with the barkeep. He was watching her with a smirk. She closed her eyes for a few moments, raking her brain for any idea that could convince him. And suddenly, she got it. Genevieve had one more card up her sleeve; if this didn't work, nothing would. She sighed in defeat, moving forward, voice lowering. Her face was earnest, showing no ounce of deceit. "The fountain of youth," she spoke quietly, for just him to hear. She searched his face for any reaction. "It's not just a legend. I've spent countless hours reading books and manuscripts. It's just an intricate code, and I've managed to crack it." She looked to her fingers, twisting a silver ring shaped like a snake's head that was on her right finger. "My father is ill, he doesn't have much time left. My older brother is fighting in the navy. And I have twin siblings that are too young to lose another parent" The brunette looked back up to him tentatively. "This is my last option."
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Post by ehela on Aug 9, 2020 16:35:51 GMT -5
Ah, it was working. The fact that the pirate was even considering it meant she had her foot in. Her gaze remained intense, face only half a foot away from his. "People think they have the knowledge. They say Ponce de Leon never found it, but if he did, that is exactly what he'd want history to say." When he continued, she cursed internally. This lie came with a lot of problems, but it couldn't be that hard to forge a map, right? "It's configured to keep even the most clever sailors away. It's not supposed to be easy. You have to read between the lines. It took me weeks before I could find the first detail." She scanned the room to make sure no one was suddenly interested in their conversation. "And why would I risk my life for some pirate's foolish fantasy? Think of it this way. If I betray you, you kill me. But if I don't... you could have the most powerful ship on the ocean..." She trailed off, searching for ounce of emotion in his icy eyes. Anything, even the slightest twitch of the mouth could give her at least a little clue of where this conversation was going. "I have my journal back where I'm staying, but not even a peak until I get your word."
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Post by ehela on Aug 12, 2020 1:53:16 GMT -5
A soft sigh escaping her lips, Genevieve slumped back into the booth in relief. "I'll take it, I'll be there." she nodded, tucking a few pieces of hair that had gotten in her face behind her ear. Well, there was no time to lose, she had work to do. She stood up, grinning at her new superior. "Name's Genevieve." she held her hand out to shake, grip firm. "I'll see you tomorrow, captain." Turning to leave, she managed to make eye contact with the bartender. She smiled smugly, sending him a wink before heading out.
The moment she stepped foot out the door, the relaxed demeanor dropped and she practically sprinted to the manor she was staying at. She borrowed every map and book on cartography the owner of the manor had. The female sat at the desk of her room and got to work.
She stayed up until the wee hours of the night. Genevieve had to create a journey that would last at least one month, maybe two. She figured that would be even time to gather the amount of gold she needed. The story she told the captain wasn't completely a lie, a twisted truth? Her brother went into debt from a gambling addiction, causing them to go into debt. Her dad was too old to get a manual labor job, and her brother enlisted in the navy to gain a steady income. However, that would take too long. Genevieve needed enough money to level the scale and buy back her fathers bakery. And the only way she knew to get large sum of gold fast? Piracy. So she didn't feel bad cheating the pirate, she was doing the same thing they were doing, but with a justified cause.
Genevieve had only managed to get two hours of shut eye before the sun arose. She put her belongings into a brown satchel, and threw on a hooded wool cape. Lastly, she slipped a dagger into her left boot. The female then traveled to the docks, asking a fishermen where the Devil's Deceit was. He pointed her to the direction of the ship, but not before a warning to be careful with them pirates, especially Burnwell. She thanked him and soon arrived at the dock in front of the grand ship, her expression turning into one of awe.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 14, 2020 21:18:02 GMT -5
Andrew Burnwell
At her response, one eyebrow lifted ever so slightly. Had she not heard the part where he said this wasn't an acceptance of her request? He merely wanted to see proof of her research. However, the woman was swept up in her own giddiness to seem to care. Andrew reached up anyway and shook her hand. "Burnwell," he replied. They weren't on a first name basis yet, even though she had used hers. Andrew then watched as the woman turned and left the bar. The moment she was gone, he took a long draft of his drink, wondering what he had just agreed to.
The rest of the evening was uneventful. He left the bar after having a decent meal, then headed back to the ship to sleep. Most of his crew chose to sleep in actual beds in the local inns. He, however, didn't like to leave his ship unattended. So when morning rolled around, he was there to start shouting out orders to the returning crew as they restocked the food and equipment in the ship's storage. The captain wasn't holding out much hope in the woman showing up. He figured that she would have forgotten or changed her mind. As the sun rose higher, he was sure that was the case... until one of his men called out that they had someone gawking on the docks.
Walking over to the rails, Andrew saw that Genevieve was staring up at the ship with uncontrolled awe. So she had decided to show up after all. "If you plan on doing business, then I suggest you hurry up and get permission to board," he called down to her.
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Post by ehela on Aug 15, 2020 3:47:59 GMT -5
wait sorry by permission to board do you mean she has to get on a boat to get to the ship or something, im confused o.o
edit oh wait i get it now lolz i reply
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Post by ehela on Aug 16, 2020 0:28:45 GMT -5
Genevieve snapped out of her trance when the familiar voice hit her ears. She looked to the man standing at the railing. "Sorry- can I get up onboard?" she called out. She shook her head to herself. I'm too sleepy for this. When the bridge to enter the boat she cautiously she started to walk up. She peered over the side of the wooden board into the dark blue water. It must have been deep for a boat this size to come close to the docks. Once on the boat, she walked over to the captain. "Good morning." She fished though her bag and pulled out a leather back notebook. It looked pretty worn out, with bits of paper looking shoved in. She flipped through the pages. She recognized the page she was looking for and held it out to him. On the yellowed page shown was a drawing of the fountain taped to the page. Some of the carvings on the fountain had been outlined in ink. "Some of the designs on the fountain can be made out into roman numerals," he spoke as she clasped her hands behind her back." Genevieve could feel all the eyes that were watching her, which made her look to the floor, not used to being under such heavy scrutiny. She stomped her foot on the floor to test how sturdy the deck was. Checks out.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 16, 2020 13:59:48 GMT -5
Andrew Burnwell
She had clearly never spent much time around the docks. Andrew waited a moment, drawing out her wait before calling for her to board. He stepped away from the railing to wait for her. All eyes of the crew were indeed on her for multiple reasons. The first one being she was female. Not many woman boarded the ship, not unless it was to act as a nightly companion for one of the crew. Second, it was clear the captain had been expecting her. For what, they didn't know. He hadn't told any of them about her or what she had brought with her. He had hoped she would keep it quiet herself until they discussed it further, but clearly, she didn't have that sort of logic.
"Not here," he half whispered, half hissed as she all but blurted out the reason of her business. The captain took the book from her and promptly shut it. Then turned and beckoned her to follow him. Due to being the captain, he had his own private quarters located on the main deck, right ate the stern of the ship. The space included two rooms: his sleeping quarters and his office. It was his office he lead her to now.
He held the door open until Genevieve was in the room. Then shut it with a little more force than called for. "Rule number one when dealing with pirates," he informed, walking over to his desk which was surprising clean for once, "never talk business in the open. Especially not with anything this delicate. I trust my crew with my life, but even the best ships have unwanted rats hiding about." Andrew pulled his chair out, flopped the journal onto his desk, and sat down. "They also do not know of this information yet. Keep in mind, I have not agreed to this wild goose chase. I merely asked for proof. I'd rather not have them excited or angry at me for something I haven't agreed to yet."
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Post by ehela on Aug 16, 2020 23:08:08 GMT -5
sorry its short i got off a long shift ;-; )
Confusion took over the female's features in response to him scolding her. She followed him into the quarter jumping slightly at the loud thud the door made as it closed. "Oh, sorry." she scratched the back of her head. This was way out of Genevieve's element, and it seemed like every move she made was the wrong one. But that didn't stop her curiosity. She walked over to a cabinet decorated with different relics. "Well feel free to flip through it." She picked up a skull, inspecting it. "Is this real?" she questioned. The normal answer is that it's just decoration, but she didn't know if pirates kept the skulls of their enemies, it wouldn't surprise her. She continued to study the details of the room as she waited for his decision. Her eyes settled on a globe, and she walked over, spinning it until she found the Americas. "The fountain is supposed to be on a small island near Cuba. You can probably find an easy excuse to travel that way."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 20, 2020 8:56:38 GMT -5
Andrew Burnwell
As the woman seemed to make herself at home in his office, inspecting all his little trinkets and souvenirs, Andrew questioned why he had even agreed to take a look of this map of hers. He didn't answer her question if the skull was real, but rather watched her until she finally stopped her wandering about at the globe. Satisfied she wasn't going to break anything, he turned his attention back to the journal.
The pages held a fair bit of information and copied maps, complete with the scribblings of her notes in certain places for more clarification. This wasn't the time to spend pouring over every little detail, but he was checking whatever seemed to catch his eye. Some of it did correlate to other maps and research he had found, but there were other parts that seemed to lead in the complete opposite direction. "You said you figured out the code that the map was written in," he commented. "How was it you were able to when experience captains and map markers couldn't?"
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Post by ehela on Aug 20, 2020 23:04:00 GMT -5
Her dark eyes bore into his, awaiting a response. When it was clear he was not going to answer, she put the skull back. "yeesh," she muttered under her breath. She thought pirates were supposed to be lighthearted and carefree, he was the opposite. But it was good that she learned early on. It would be easier to lay under the radar then. Her fingers traced the globe as she inspected it. She couldn't believe that she would be traveling through the blue part of the globe. Heck, she didn't think she would leave her village; she was a home body. Genevieve looked to the captain. That was a good question. She stood silent for a few minutes before formulating her thoughts. "I've read a lot of literature from different parts of the world. Also, it's so complicated that it's simple. It's like if you focus on something you think you see clearer. But sometimes, you have to let your eyes unfocus." Her gaze scanned around the room before lazily landing on him again. "Just because people can think critically doesn't mean they're good at it." she knew she perhaps sounded too cocky, but if she had any hesitance she knew she would break.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 22, 2020 17:25:17 GMT -5
Andrew Burnwell
Andrew listened to her explanation as he flipped through a few more pages. Without just getting out his own research to cross reference the writings, there was no way for him to know if there was any plausible truth to what she had claimed. She could have made a breakthrough, but he wouldn't know unless he agreed to this risky mission.
Closing the journal, he leaned his elbows on his desk, folded his hands together, and stared at the woman. "I have a question, Miss Genevieve," he said. "And do feel free to give as honest an answer as you want. What makes you think you'll be leaving here alive? Now or after we've finished this wild goose chase? After all, I have you notes. I could put a bullet through your head and not have to worry about having a third party interfering. Or, even if I use you to help follow the maps, we wouldn't want word of the fountain's discovery getting out to just anyone. I could easily leave you for dead as soon as we're in the clear."
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Post by ehela on Aug 23, 2020 16:49:20 GMT -5
Genevieve continued to play with the globe, twirling it and studying the different lands marked on the sphere. She looked back up at the male, watching him take a more relaxed posture. Her head tilted slightly to the side as she listened, biting the inside of her cheek. The captain was asking questions that were tough to answer. Of course she knew when she embarked on her journey that it came with risks. There was very well the chance that she could die if she ran into the wrong crowd. "I don't know. I know I don't hold the upper hand. I don't care for money, power, or glory. But I'd do anything for the people I love. I'm not a threat. We'd just part our separate ways and I'd never speak of it again." She walked to the desk and picked up her journal. "Besides, I didn't put everything in the journal. So you got a lot of time to think about it." Although her tone was casual, her face remained expressionless.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 29, 2020 11:00:16 GMT -5
Andrew Burnwell
"And you're putting too much faith on the humanity of me or my crew," Andrew stated, allowing her to take back the journal with no fuss. "Your words neither impress nor assure me of this proposition, yet for personal reasons alone, I find myself inclined to agree. You have an hour to go fetch your belongings and be back on the ship. If not, then we will be gone, and you'll have to settle for one of those other captains."
Pushing his chair back, he stepped around his desk to usher the woman out of the room in front of him. Before he opened the door, however, he paused, leaned down so his mouth was by her ear, and issued her one last thing. "Keep in mind, Miss Genevieve, that the moment I find out this has been a complete waste of time or the risks of this endeavor become too dangerous for my crew, you will get a first hand chance to see why most sane people never approach me with offers of a job in the first place." He straightened up, opening the door at the same time, and waited for her to take her leave.
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Post by ehela on Aug 30, 2020 16:28:37 GMT -5
What do you think about rping multiple characters? I could be the first mate or something like that, to give it more of a crew feel, its totally up to u tho )
The female let go of the breath she didn't know she was holding. For the first time today, Genevieve smiled. "Thank you, you won't regret it." She followed his lead, fighting the urge to put a pep in her step. Genevieve froze when his breath hit her ears, getting goosebumps on her arms. She chuckled nervously in response to his warning. "Sounds good," she mumbled, walking back into the bright daylight. Her eyes squinted in pain, glancing around. She noticed everyone stares and decided to glare at one of the ship mates. I want to gouge their eyes out. Sighing she walked off the ship, starting to briskly walk away when her feet landed on the docks again. Since she already had what she needed, she decided to get a nice breakfast. It was probably going to be the last good meal should would have in a while. While eating she continued to elaborate her plan. She would really have to make sure there were no holes. As long as she led them long enough to make enough, then disappearing would be easy. Her trip took just half an hour before she was back at the ship, ready to go.
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Post by ehela on Sept 5, 2020 20:05:50 GMT -5
sounds good ^^ )
Like all of the other men on the ship, Henry was perplexed to see a female on the ship. Better yet, she was directly addressing the captain. He heard the men around him start to talk. "Ay! Back to work," he barked. He continued to prepare the ship until he caught sight of his superior once again. He acknowledged the captain before turning to the crew. "Everyone down, the captain's called a meeting!"He stood at the top watching the men scurry behind Andrew. Henry followed behind the last of them, a pair of teenage boys. The captain normally had a briefing before they would set sail, so he and the others weren't expecting anything different. He got the crew mates all to settle down before signaling to the captian.
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