Fantasy (Andraus X Trombone Geek)

[Andraus]

Andrew was sitting in a barrel, listening as he heard the yells of victory, as the pirates took their bounty from the raided ship. Why was he in this particular circumstance?

He was being paid.

Twenty-Four years of age, Andrew Pimms was not someone you'd expect be a bounty hunter. That was a young man's job, some would say. Well, a young man wouldn't have the experience needed to deal with pirates who had been harassing his employers for the last couple years now. Andrew had been a privateer, a soldier, and now finally, a pirate hunter. Typically, the WCTG (Western Continental Traders Guild) paid him half to incite him to attack the pirates, then the rest once the job was done.

Dealing with this merry band? Full pay on the spot, plus a bonus once it was done. Andrew was in no position to refuse.

He felt the barrel he was in being lifted up, and knew he'd be in the cargo hold soon. He wasn't armed with much- A pistol, his saber, and three fireball iron grenades, in case things got dicey. The barrel he was in smelled faintly of apples, thankfully not a wine barrel. He knew the fumes alone would have him drunk in an hour. His plan was to sneak onto the ship, find their location, and then kill the captain, Quick and simple.

But since when have things ever gone to plan in Andrew's case?

Andrew waited for awhile, knowing full well screwing this up could result in him getting killed, before finally kicking the barrel open. He hid the remains of the barrel behind some of the other cargo, knowing he could compromise himself rather easily if one of the barrels were 'mysteriously' broken. First, he had to get his bearings, and explore the ship, to find out where the captain was, and what type of crew he was dealing with.

Trombone Geek

 

[Trombone Geek]

Carter DeVoux watched the crew of his ship as they hauled crate and barrel after crate and barrel into the cargo hold of The Yeovil. The strong, able-bodied men had no trouble with all but one crate, which seemed to either have awkwardly packed cargo or something different than the rest. Whatever it was, one of the newbies almost teetered over the edge of the ship and to his doom. The waters here, the Dragon Sea, were shark- and monster-infested.

The well-dressed pirate captain remained on the decks of the captured ship until his crew finished, and turned to address the opposing crew who sat, cowed, under heavy guard, on the starboard. "I am not a cruel man," he began, and carefully hid his smirk at the sagging relief of several men.

"Not in the traditional sense, at least," he added smoothly, watching their tensions rise again.

"No, no need to worry. I am sure you all appreciate the beauty of nature, correct?" A few nodding heads. "How would you like to sustain it?" A few pairs of eyes widened as the quicker minds caught up to Carter's allusions.

"As much as I would love to play the well-meaning rebel, I cannot allow corruption to fester. And thus.. You may either jump overboard and feed the shark and kraken... or you may burn with your ship." He said nothing else, only taking a moment to observe the terrified expressions and postures with some small measure of interest before turning sharply on his heel like the military man he had once been, and crossing the plank of wood that bridged the two massive ships. When he was across, his crew lifted the planks and scurried to their positions, while Carter had the honors of burning.

"Make your decisions now!" he called across the gap of sea as he lit a torch. After a few moments, he tossed it across. Most of the men had jumped. A few remained in hopes of catching onto surviving flotsam and avoiding a more certain doom.

Carter made his way towards the helm of the ship, taking up the wheel. The ship began to move, turning with grace to head back to the safe haven of Lady Luck's Island. Flying its own colours once more to drive away other opportunistic pirates from its full cargo hold, The Yeovil began the journey home.

Andraus

 

[Andraus]

Andrew watched as the captain lit the ship on fire, shaking his head. Typical pirates, always thinking their on the side of right. Well, whether they were or not, it was completely up for debate. Andrew didn't bother with the specifics, he just did his job. He knew the ship was full of pirates which would have no problem killing him, or beating him senseless. He had to find a place to hide and wait, knowing that they would likely take him to their hideout.

The WCTG would pay a fortune for the location of their stronghold.

Pushing past the main floor, he saw a group of them walking past him, and....climbed across the bottom of the railing to sneak across. These were not your typical pirates, these ones seemed to have their heads on straight, and they didn't look like pushovers. Climbing back to the top when he was past them, he finally saw a door nearby, leading to the Captains cabin. Having nothing else to lose, and knowing full well it might give him the jump on the pirate captain, he slipped inside.

Closing the door behind him, he looked into what he saw was the Captains Quarters (ignore the female, this looked like the best fitting one to your description), and Andrew had to admit- this guy had a sense of style. He would begin looking for anything that would be important- Ledger books, maps, anything and everything. However, he was hearing sounds on the outside, and quickly hid behind the bookshelf, to give him cover from any prying eyes.

This may be harder than he thought....

Trombone Geek (not my best, but I promised I'd get one in).

 

[Trombone Geek]

Carter quietly entered his quarters, clicking the door shut behind him. Crossing the open floor to the window in the back of the cabin, he watched the sun set briefly. Soon night would fall, and they could adjust course back home using the stars.

With a sigh, he stripped out of his long coat and removed his weapons, draping the former over his chair and setting the latter on the table. He sat in his chair, flipped open a journal, and began accounting the days events as well as crossing off the name of the newly sunken ship off of a long list, titled Major Navy Ships of the Western Continent.

When Carter was finished, he rose and glanced out of his window: still about half an hour until night set in enough to read the stars. With nothing else to do, he crossed over to his bookshelf and browsed the selection for a brief while before pausing and stepping back, drawing a dagger from his boot.

"You'd better come out and explain yourself," he said in a neutral tone.