Deadliest Catch

I am looking for a male in this rp or girls who can play guys.Please have some rp background. Remember your a pirate. Be ruthless and mean none of this kind hearted stuff.Also name must be of the Time.


Rules


Forum rules


Any thing getting hot and heavy fade to black.


No GMing


No mary sue or Gary stu


Be semi realistic please it is a dated yet still fantasy


No op you can get hurt


No anime


Dont control other's characters


No one liners


Third person only


You are a ruthless Pirate Captain of the High seas. Everyone feared your name even the government, they had a price on your head. They only thing your were afraid if was the Sea Witch, or better known sirens. How ever when one lands in your trap you pull her aboard and have her gagged and bound. You will use her to get the price off your head. Though her ruthless behavior and cold demeanor matched yours and you became more of co workers and partners in crime and maybe the most twisted love interest the world has seen.


If you read this the password for the cs is Jolly Roger


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Oooh! Pick me!

Go make a cs lol


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xD I will.

The ocean was clear and ships were sailing in and out of the harbor. All sailors worried about storms. But one thing that was always on the back of there mind was the sea witches who brought ships whole ships to there death. These sea witches were the legendary Sirens.


One siren in particular was bolder then the rest. She would swim near the humans. Just to appease the hunger inside. She was feared even in pirates eye's. She had gone for a swim today. She was swimming along the coast. Her mind realing. She started to swim back out when she got caught in an unknown net. She thrashed and got tangled in the webbing.She tried to get out, but was stuck. She felt the net being pulled on to the ship. She made an innocent look as the sailors pulled the netting off jer at first they thought it was a girl. As they pulled off the netting the noticed her tail.She literally was now a fish out of water. Alk she had was a siren song. Before she could even open her mouth the bound and gagged her. If glares could kill hers would."Captain captain. We have got a she devil. "The second mate says


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Captain MacKidd was in no mood to be bothered, he'd locked himself in his quarters giving strict orders he was not to be disturbed for any reason, it was well known when the Captain gave orders, they were to be followed no questions. There had been a sailor on board the The Gaelic Storm that hadn't listened to orders, his skull now hung from the main mast as a reminder to follow orders when given. Now the Captain was engrossed in the sea charts trying to find the possible course Captain Killian took, when there was a pounding on his door.


Without even looking up, he cocked his pistol and fired it through his door not caring one way or another if the shot found it's mark. Now it was time to see what in the 9 hells was so damned important. He stood up his 5'11" feeling stiff from sitting, he didn't bother putting on his hat nor his overcoat, he was content with his shoulder plaid and sailing shirt. Nor did he bother put his shoes on, he did however strap his sword and dirk on, he had more than one dirk. The pistol he left on the table, he used that only when he wanted someone to die quickly, he preferred the slower death of the blade, a traditionalist in some sense.


The door swung open he was sure the crew jumped back and wondered which of them was going to pay the price for disturbing him.


"Now what is so bloody damned important? I've got other things to deal with than a supposed she-devil"


He glared over at the fuss going on around him, he knew at once what this was, a Siren. Unlike most pirate captains and even most captains of naval vessels, he actually read the stories and myths and took them seriously, something he'd learned from his friend.


"I presume "cookson" ordered the nets to be lowered for this evening's meal? You bring that Greek bastard to me immediately. Now for this bonnie lass, we'll be treating her as guest. Which means simply anyone lays a hand on her without my permission...well...let's just say you won't like the consequences and leave it there. And you lassie, save the death glares for someone else or I'll have to cut your eyes out, and I don't want to do that. Mr. Riddle, the lass goes with us, perhaps she knows of this island Liam was talking about. You do have a name don't you lassie? Oh but you're gagged you couldn't tell me if you wanted to. Pity. Lieutenant Robson, show our guest to her quarters, and remember my warning. Welcome aboard the Gaelic Storm lassie. Mr. Riddle see to it "cookson" is brought to me!"


The captain bowed graciously to the Siren and smiled the type of smile that sent the message, don't take my kindness for weakness, something about him was very dangerous. Mr. Riddle followed his captain to his quarters while Lt. Robson, a bright young Englishman prepared to show their guest to her quarters.

The bullet had gone through and missed the first mate.Lexi watched keeping up he defiant look when the captain comes out. When the captain approached she glared at him with a dark look. She was not one to be messed with. This pirate captain was stupid for even having her brought along.


When the Captain knelt down and lifted her chin saying she was a guest. She pulled her chin away and watched him. As he said welcome to his ship. Her tail flopped on the deck in defiance. She was picked up and taken below deck. She was locked into the brig and she watched the crew member walk away. She quickly worked on her ropes on a rusty hinge. Once her hands were free she pulled off the gag. She waited as her tail dried out and turned into legs.She sighed and stood slowly. She saw mens trousers near by and a shirt. She used her arms to grab it.


She dressed and used the ropes like belts and the cloth for her m out was a hair bandana. She went to work at the door.She was cursing in ancient Gaelic. When a sailor came down and saw her. He opened up the door and put a new gag tied her feet together and arms above her head."oh no she devil the Captain needs you."He laughed and walked away locking the door.


As the ship swayed lexi closed her eye's and tried to free herself again. She heard noises and looked around. She finally fell asleep to the rocking of the ship.


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The crew were all un easy with the sea witch aboard. But cookson was brought to the captain as promised. "Here he is sir."they say.


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It was clear that Captain MacKidd was one of the few pirate captains that never needed to fear a mutiny, for he was as fair as he was harsh and given the crew he had, he needed to be harsh. The cook or "cookson" as he was called, was rather round man from a Greek fishing village, that thought he knew better than his captain about when it was time for the nets to go down and fish for certain meals.


The captain had heard about these waters being full of sirens and giant squid, even sea serpents. He'd strictly forbidden the nets from being cast down due to these particular dangers, the cook had deemed it fit to drop the nets regardless. Now he would face the Captain.


"Now "cookson", kindly explain to me what part of my orders you didn't understand. Silence! I will tell you when you may speak. Thanks to your bungling stupidity we now have a siren on board, and you know full well they are capable of charming people to do their bidding and even in some cases bringing on curses. But here's what I've decided, the crew will treat her as a guest, she will be accommodated with anything needed to make her comfortable, no one is to defile her in anyway, if I find out that happens I will cut them off an feed them to you am I clear?! You brought her on board, you are responsible for her and your fat arse better treat her right, now see to it before before add to your scar collection "cookson". You are dismissed."


The cook couldn't get out of his captain's quarters fast enough, know full well he got off somewhat easy. Mr. Riddle though had questions for his Captain. The Welshman didn't fully understand why he'd want to keep her on board and for what purpose.


"Aye my old friend, there is but one reason. She might know where Liam has gone to, I promised my friend and mentor that I'd return his brother's sextant and several other items I've been holding on to, what the point of a compass that doesn't point north is I'll never know, but he said to hold on to it for him for two years, an agreement you know I've kept. I'd think he'd be happy I found his brother sextant, that Dutch ship didn't know what hit it....speaking of which, we should be crossing a major Dutch trade route, I think the boys need some exercise..."


Captain MacKidd indicated to Mr. Riddle he'd check in on their guest later that evening, after dinner. Mr. Riddle nodded and went to spread the word about the trading route, but was under orders to say nothing about the captain visiting the siren.

Lexi was asleep in the hold hands tied up. She finally woke to a creaking noise above her.She looked around and tryed to escape again. Her hands moved in the ropes and she wanted to do her shrill scream. She sighed and relaxed, she moved her feet gently and tryed to get out of it. With a muffled groan she leaned her head back.


How could she be so stupid. She should of seen the net.Now she was stuck on a pirate ship, being used as a guide to Killian a man she cime to know and like. She let him live, he had a pretty good heart.


Lexi closed her blue eye's and sighed. All she could do was go back to sleep or watch the haul. Not tired she watched rats eat the food and maw at the ropes. She thought and looked at the rats. She hoped maybe they chew on her ropes. Sadly no such luck. Her eye's were closed she figured it was about evening the waves against the boat were a bit different during the day. She heard the brig door open and she turned to glare in the direction. She was in no mood to be man handled again. The Captain was no better then any of these low life scoundrels. She decided no use in glaring so she just sat waiting. As the steps got closer.


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The Captain never did enjoy wearing is overcoat when he was on deck, he felt that it made him stand out and the crew took notice of his approach, it was also part of the reason he didn't wear shoes when he could feasibly get away with it. He walked across the main deck, the crew were either eating, getting drunk, or playing liar's dice or cards. More than once he had to settle gambling losses of his crew, it usually resulted in a debt of blood. He pulled out the compass as he walked in the direction of the hold, he passed Mr. Riddle who was kind enough to inform him that his dinner would be ready in his quarters after the large dining table had been set. MacKidd nodded and indicated another place setting would be required, and to have his evening wear ready for his return.


It was time to see if that fat Greek bastard did as he was ordered, as he passed the crew quickly attempted to get out of his way as he looked as if he was in a foul mood. He was informed their guest was in the brig...and as one character traits, the captain became almost overly polite when he was angry, the fool that brought him that news saw a quick flash of steel and noticed his guts were now on the deck, and the captain ordered it cleaned up.


The brig, they dared put a guest in the brig. Bad form that.


Captain MacKidd opened the door the brig and walked in, turning on an oil lamp near the entryway.


"Apologies, for the accommodations the person that made them...well has become gutless shall we say, you're going to be moved to a more comfortable set quarters on board. However I am here to offer invitation to dinner... well let me remedy that, you're coming to dinner, I was being polite by stating offering invitation. I have some clothes you can wear while you're aboard, and you have my promise no harm will come to you by my crew, should that happen, I personally will have their head. Now I am going to cut your bindings so you can get dressed for dinner. You'll be escorted to my quarters in about 15 minutes."


He cut her bindings and set a bag on the side table, before leaving and re-locking the door. On the walk across deck back to his quarters he noted that it looked as if they'd either be in for some rain or a good wind, either way they were going to raid a Dutch ship the next day when one came into view, it was growing later in the evening and those members of the crew that had been drinking, had now passed out piss drunk, the rum supply would need to be restored, they'd do so when they reached port. Another crew member who was a Frenchman, they called "Frenchie" was so drunk Captain MacKidd tossed him overboard into the water to sober up.


"Mr. Riddle, our guest will need to be escorted by our best men, should she attempt to resist incapacitate her, do not by any means kill her, you have 15 minutes. Oh and man overboard."


With that Captain MacKidd disappeared into his quarters.

She watched him walked up. He invited her to dinner then no requested that she was to be at dinner in 15. When he cut her bindings he set a bag down and left. She quickly untied herself and pulled out the gag. She stood and peaked out. She went to the bag and put on the clothes. It fit a bit loose, but she made it fit her form perfectly. She put on the leather boots and paced the haul. She had tried the door but it was locked. She hit it for a while then sighed. Her anger slightly subsided, when the door opened a bit later a man came down with wax in his ears. She glared at him. He was smart not stupid. Neither was the captain. She walked with her head held high as she walked to his quarter's. She was let in and the door closed behind her. She slowly jumped about the sound. She looked about her blue eye's over looking the room. It was a bit stuffy and quite. She saw the Captain sitting down. She waited for orders. She didn't bow or even acknowledge him. She was furious for being held against her will and for this reason.


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Captain MacKidd stood as she entered the room, he was a the son of a priest so manners were known to him especially in the presence of women, no matter if the were divine, monsters, or whatever. He sat back down and Mr. Riddle stood by his Captain obediently. For the first time in what seemed weeks the spread was decent, it was amazing what "cookson" could do when he was trying to regain the Captain's good graces. Again the Captain was not wearing his overcoat, but was dressed in a very fine silk shirt, it was a gray color, he also had on his good shoulder plaid and as he always did with dinner, he was wearing his kilt and sporran. His sword was within easy reach but not around his waist, but as many people knew Captain MacKidd always had a blade hidden on him.


"Now my bonnie lassie, have seat. Mr. Riddle kindly serve our guest, then yourself and you may retire for the night. I require nothing more my friend."


Mr. Riddle always obeyed and did exactly as he was directed. Captain MacKidd poured her some wine then himself some. The beef had been cooked to his liking as well as the seafood salad, there was a cheese and fruit tray as well, if any of it had been poisoned it would have failed, Captain MacKidd had spent some time building up an immunity to poisons something his crew didn't know. The plates were clearly valuable, possibly something he got from a French trader or possibly from a vessel, the silverware was just that silverware and it came from England, the wine goblets came from his native Scotland.


"You must be hungry please eat and save the death glares, if I wanted to harm you it'd have been done. No I have a proposition for you, but first let me introduce myself, I am Captain Seamus MacKidd, and this is my ship the Gaelic Storm as you know. You also are quite aware we're pirates scourge of the Dutch trade routes and destruction of Ottoman vessels. Now what might your name be lassie?"


He made it clear there was no need to be on ceremony, Mr. Riddle reappeared and whispered something in Captain MacKidd's ear, to which the Captain nodded and turned his attention back to his guest.

Lexi looked at him. She went to sit. Her movement's were as fluid as a wave. She sat and looked at him as he introduced himself and the ship. He told her about what they were and she nods.


Lexi finally spoke. She had a British accent and her voice was ever so sweet and musical.


"A deal as a Siren I dont make deals. I will hear you out."She said and looked at him."I am good I dont eat poison for dinner gives me a bit of an upset stomach. The names Lexington.But call me Lexi."She says and takes the wine glass. She drank it slowly and lady like.


She watched him with blue eye's. They were curious yet were slightly cold.


"Why are you looking for Killian any way. What has he done to wrong you?"she asked. She looked at the food and picked out the pieces of meat that hadn't been touched by poison yeah. She had a keen sense and she wasn't Kidding about the poison. The food infront of them parts were laced with it.


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"I'll deal with that cook shortly, the worst part is I made him responsible for you well being on this ship. I tell you what why don't I let you have at him? I've read that sirens eat males, you can have him. I've had enough of his shite anyways. As for Captain Killian, he's my mentor and friend, I've got something I wish to return to him it belonged to his brother and I've also got this compass, it doesn't point North, he asked me to return it to him in 2 years time, it's time for me to return it to him. I've also heard he's found an island not sure the details on that Miss Lexi. But my proposition is simple, you help me find him and you go free with a share of the treasure."


Mr. Riddle had informed the Captain there was a Dutch ship that would cross their path by dawn and it looked like quite the treasure ship, MacKidd had given permission to take the ship, no prisoners, unless their was a less treacherous cook on board. He opened a window and tossed some the more poisoned pieces out. Damn that cook. The captain loaded his pistol and cocked it, then placed it on the table and loaded a second one and also placed it on the table.


He took a drink form the wine, then showed Lexi the compass that didn't point north. He kept the rest of Captain Killian's items in a locked safe under his bed, which was a large Stewart looking piece he got in Aberdeen.


"Now, would you care for a chocolate drink? Or would you like to deal with "cookson" Miss Lexi?"

Lexi smirked at him. He was offering her a meal that she could sink her teeth into. She listened to him and his proposition.


"Hmm how about a better deal. Gold doesn't interest me. I don't need it out in the middle of the ocean. Though a nice meal of sailors could do me wonders I can help you with two problems. I will lead you to Killian and help kill the Dutch coming. "Lexi says.


"Yes I heard that, siren nit human like you. I have to have good ears."She says."and oh my a good meal on this ship.well that does make my day."She says.


"Also thanks, but it looks like you need to be looked after and your well being Captain."She says and stood slowly. "So do we have an accord?"She asks him.she had a small smirk on her lips. It was a dangerous one and it was like making a deal with the devil.


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"We have an accord, though I will keep the treasure offer on the table so to speak. Gold and riches don't interest me as much as some other things, but that's a conversation for another time. You're free to roam the ship, you let me know if one of my crew gets out of line, as I've said before Miss Lexi, you are not to be harmed or defiled in anyway what so ever. The cook's quarters are below deck, his fat arse is probably passed out about now. Oh and when we take that Dutch ship, we'll be needing a new cook, so don't kill the cook if he's better than that big fat Greek bastard that will soon be an ex member of this crew."


Captain MacKidd stood up and removed his boots, and took his shoulder plaid off, he turned to look at the star charts on his wall, he was trying to get an idea to plot the next course, he'd let ship's navigator plot the last course and they ended up near an English settlement called "Australia" so far off course, the navigator got off lucky by only losing his pinky finger to the captain's rage. To help him settle down and rest easier Captain MacKidd often lit incense, this time was no different he calmly lit the incense, it wasn't over powering at all.


That Dutch ship was in for quite the surprise, so many would be soon sent to Davy Jones' Locker, Captain MacKidd had met the famous Captain Jones, they had a also made an accord one that had been paid off three times over, Captain Jones has since refused to deal with Captain MacKidd since. Captain Jones failed to note that Captain MacKidd was more than capable of getting him 100 souls. It was then he heard an accordion that being badly played and the song that went with it was even worse, he let it go for about 5 minutes before he fully opened his window and pulled out one of the loaded pistols and shot the crew member that was butchering the music, the body hit the water with a loud splash.

Lexi smiles and walks out. She made her way to the kitchen humming a soft melody a Scottish tune. She closed the door and locked it. The cook looked up and glared at her"what are you doing walking about you she devil."He said. Lexi smiles


"Oh dont worry about it. It is a favor to the captain."She smiles and went for her prey.The man screamed then all went silent. With a small smile she left the man dead on the floor smiling. Lexi walked out and wiped her lips. She went to the deck and smelled the ocean. She wanted to jump in and swim along the boat. She missed her tail. She sighed and climbed the rigging and sat looking out at the ocean she was ready for a good meal. She would be well fed, if she stuck with these plundering pirates.


"Hey you get down from there." A sailor snapped at her. Her blue eye's looked at him.


"Watch me and go talk to your Captain. "She snapped back. she was feisty and wouldn't be a push over. Lexi watched him back away and run to the captains quarters."sir your guest is in the rigging and being a bit threatening. "The crew member says.


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The Captain was still studying his charts, the dinner had been cleared away at this point and he was able to finally look over several books he had on board. Some of the crew could read, others couldn't. He began writing in a log book using a cipher, something he'd developed to keep track his movements and those of potential ships for the taking. He also recorded safe ports and hostile ones as well. He dimmed the oil lanterns in his quarters it was getting late and he'd need to rest. But once again he was interrupted...


"And that's what you're disturbing me for sailor? This will be the final time I say this, she our guest and she will treated properly, I've given her permission to move about the ship. Now as for her being threatening...well that's none of my concern. Now was there anything else before before you lose a knee cap to this pistol?"


The captain still held the book in one hand, but had picked up the second loaded pistol and had it pointed directly at the sailor's knee cap or maybe the captain was to a more sensitive area. These disturbances by the lower ranking crew members were starting to annoy the captain to the point he was he was sorely tempted to blast the next person who disturbed him while he was trying to plot the courses or even that matter read. His mind was on his plan or rather the accord he'd made. They were going to take a Dutch ship in the morning and these people wouldn't settle down over Miss Lexi, such a paranoid crew...but that was to be expected at sea. He'd told Mr. Riddle they were going to port for resupply after they took this Dutch vessel, if Miss Lexi knew where Killian was, he figured this was going to be a long journey.

"No sir it also looks like she wants to jump over board.I mean she is free to walk the ship what doesn't give the she devil a chance to jump in the water and sink us all.you can't trust her captain."The crew member said. He was shaking, with fear of his captain he watched him.


"Sir she is a Siren deadliest creature known to Sailors and she has already killed the cook. He was found dead with a large smile on his face." He said


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Lexi sat on the rigging for a bit. She looked at the water with hunger. Lexi climbed down and went to the side of the boat her claw like nails dug into the wood. Could she? The water was si close and tempting. It be easy to slip away from these men. They were a afraid of her. They even now walked as far around her as they possibly could. Lexi had a smirk on her face. She decided to go for it. She missed the sea and being on board was just killing her mood. She pondered if the captain let her swim by the boat.She would help him she had made and accord. She however was not a sailor.


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"Even if she does go overboard, we have an accord you fool, she won't betray us...but if it settles your rather small mind, should she betray us she'll be made into fishing bait and what's left will be fed to the gulls. So she killed that fat Greek bastard did she, good, we'll soon have another...less treacherous cook. Now return to your duties before I am tempted to show you the contents of this pistol and please do something about that rum smell sailor, you reek of it."


He wasn't about to go on deck to tell Miss Lexi what she could and couldn't do at least not tonight, he'd see how the following day goes before making that decision. He had to be sure she knew where Captain Killian was and if the rumors were true. He was sure after a night's rest she'd warm up to him a little more and give him some inkling of the truth of those rumors. He checked over his wind gauge, they were in for some rain but even better a good wind, this was agreeable.


It was then Mr. Riddle returned to assist the captain in getting ready for his night cap and assisting the captain in getting ready for bed. While the Captain's quarters were the most comfortable, Mr. Riddle had the second most accommodating room, and now Lexi had been given the third. He asked Mr. Riddle to check on her before he turned in for the night, just to make sure non of the crew got bold and decided they needed to fix their male urges. He said no harm or defilement would come to her, and unlike most pirates, he was a man of his word---and that alone made him more dangerous than most, there was only one other that was this dangerous, and he was the one that taught Captain MacKidd about pirating. The captain's sword was always within reach as were the now two loaded pistols, he didn't like being woken up with unexpectedness, the last man that did had lost his tongue, then his head.


"Mr. Riddle, I want Miss Lexi in my quarters at 0900, before we attack the Dutch vessel, ensure she's here on time."

Lexi sighed and took the clothes off. She hated them. She jumped into the ocean and tumbled into the waves. She happily swam along side the boat the fresh salt water in her lungs she swam for the surface and dove in and out of the water.Lexi felt better in the ocean. She followed the ship her tail only made sound if she wanted it to.


The sailors saw her undress and dive into the water. They became uneasy at the fact that she devil was now released into the water. They watched the sides of the boat where she would pop up and disappear again.


When Mr.Riddle came out asking where she was they pointed to the water."she devil is back in her home. Her advantage. "They say. They were a bunch of superstitious dogs.Lexi had made an accord she wouldn't leave till it was done.


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MacKidd never did rest easy, there were too many complications that prevented him from doing so and this night was no different. The lights were dimmed in his quarters and he was lying in his bed on the verge of sleep, then a strange vision came to him, one of a woman he didn't recognize he couldn't place her age but there were two brothers with her, there was another pirate captain, one that missing a hand and in place was hook, another figure showed a boy between 14 and 15 dressed in green. The final figure was something well out of his knowledge, a man whose face he couldn't see, but had a small dragon on his shoulder he was holding a thimble in his hand and it was radiating what he though was magic. His eyes snapped open and he fired off both of his pistols into the dark. Was someone planting these visions in his mind? He knew it wasn't Miss Lexi, as far as he knew sirens didn't have that kind of power...


It was unsettling to be honest, and he turned up one oil lantern and quickly sketched out what he'd seen, in his log, this was not seen by anyone else and was his private notes he kept since he'd turned to piracy. Unlike his crew he didn't drink rum, instead he uncorked his stash of Highlands whiskey and poured himself a small dram. It'd help settle his nerves, and he'd need to reload his pistols. He took a drink hoping to calm his nerves, this was odd and worse he had no explanation for it. It knew it wasn't a curse for bad luck, if that were the case, the two female crew members he had on board would have certainly spelled his doom. No this was something else...

Lexi was swimming happily along side the boat. After a bit she found a ledge to sit on and watch the sunrise. She hissed when it did and dove under the water. She popped back up her head bobbing in the water.


The suns rays hit the water. She watched with a glare this accord would kill her. Lexi wanted a meal her hunger was getting the best of her she saw the ship coming into view a dark smirk spread across her lips. She looked up when she heard her name called. She hissed and looked up."what do you want." She snapped she was hungry and snappy.


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The Captain hadn't slept well, the vision or was it a dream? Had been too unnerving, maybe this sacking of that wretched Dutch ship would make things that much easier. The sun shone into his quarters as Mr. Riddle had opened the window and took way the curtains, MacKidd pulled himself out of the bed and dunked his head in the water bucket provided, he was big on hygiene, while he didn't care what the rest of the crew did, he couldn't bear the lack, it was so uncivilized and uncultured...well maybe the French and Ottomans differed, they seemed to use perfume as opposed of bathing, but that was another matter. Who in the hell were those people in his vision or dream?


Mr. Riddle clearly saw something about his captain was off, but knew better than to press for information, instead he helped MacKidd get his overcoat on---the Captain only ever wore it when he took ships and when he was called upon for the pirate council. He had appearances to keep after all. His brace of dirks was placed in the bandoleer across his chest, and several pistols loaded. His basket hilt claymore was the final piece, before his hat, but he'd not don that until he issued his orders.


The crew saw him, troubled but knew better than to inquire, the captain was stone faced and determined to drive that Dutch vessel into Davy Jones' Locker. Mr. Riddle got the gunners, Mr. Collins and Mr. Billingsly.


"Give the chain shot, then grapeshot. If any of those Dutch bastards are still around, well use your imagination. But you will all let Miss Lexi have chance at them first am I understood? You are spare the cook should it be deemed worthy."


This was a far cry from the longer orders he usually issued, it was full on clear that he was troubled, which meant to them not to cross him for any reason for fear of losing one's head or worse.


Captain MacKidd stood there arms crossed, while the explosion of the guns went off and the rest of the crew grabbed their pistols and muskets, he was now deeply lost in thought.

Lexi had pulled herself up on the side of the boat."I would put wax in your ears or your all going over board including you captain." She said.She waved her tail and had a wicked grin on her face. Her tail shone in the sunlight.


The look if her was enough to make any man to jump over board if she beckoned them. On deadly fall that leave you smiling or bone. Lexi nods to him and dove into the water. She swam quickly for the dutch ship. She crossed water quicker then any ship ever could. She sat in wait. Her soft voice singing a merchant's tune. Men started jumping ship and swimming for her they would be seen then disappeared under the water. The water turned red and bones sunk to the ocean floor. In minutes the crew were devoured except for the cook.Lexi swam back to the captain and raised an eyebrow as she threw a half drowned man on the deck."all yours captain. And ship is ready to sink." She says as she sat on the edge of the ship.


She waved her tail in the wind with a small smile. She was full and happy.


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