Fantasy The Pirate's Mermaid

[Carrow]

Character: Captain Carrow of Wisteria Woes
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, at sunset, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: N/A
RP Post:

Carrow stood at the forecastle deck, his eyes on the outline of the island on the horizon. Him and his crew were lucky, after a mishap with his navigator they had been steered the wrong way. It had taken them a few hours for someone to notice and by then he was sure there was no way they'd make it to the harbor by nightfall. Yet he pushed forward and he was rewarded by the lit hillside of Harrison Fyord.

The town usually woke up at night. It made it easier with all the lanterns lining the docks to fit The Wisteria alongside some of the smaller boats without a single nick to the hull. At last the bridge was dropped and his crew were all too quick to descend into the bustling streets of Harrison.

He didn't bother telling them to be back by morning, he knew they wouldn't be even if he demanded it. Instead he watched as they disappeared into the crowds leaving him and one other man aboard.

"Should I stay behind, Cap?" Hector, a large man covered in muscle and tats, said as he approached.

"No," Carrow shook his head. His dirtied black locks brushed against his sweaty forehead and he wiped at it with the back of his hand. He wanted a bath and perhaps a jug of cold ale. Instead, he knew he'd be spending the first couple nights all by his lonesome aboard a dead ship as his crew drunk themselves into a stupor.

"Are ye' sure, I don't mind it none."

Carrow turned to the large man with a broken smile, "Go get a drink, my friend. I'll make sure everything is in order here."

Hector let out a relieved sigh then turned on his heel without a second thought. Carrow followed him with his eyes as he too disappeared amongst the bustling townscape.

Finally turning, he descended the forecastle to the main deck, then made his way up the stairs of the quarter deck and into his cabin. He walked across the sudden floorboards to his desk and sat in the upholstered chair, his eyes trailing across the damaged map he had spread out on his table weighed down by four books at each corner.

It held no new information, naught but a single line that faded to the point of non-existence a third of the way across the sea. It led to something, but he had no clue what. What he did know was that the Navy wanted it, which meant it was important. He also knew that every single island past the end of the line held absolutely nothing of value.

Carrow and his crew had ravaged every single one of them. Spent countless hours, weeks, months, years even, searching. They didn't understand why, but he knew it led to something important. Valuable, maybe. Yet so far they'd found nothing.

He was exasperated, tired, and outright angry. He had put so much effort into something he believed to be real, and the longer it took the more he was doubting himself. There had to be something, otherwise he'd have to admit that it was all for nothing and that he had wasted not only his time, but countless years of his crewmates as well.

With a groan he swept the books angrily to the ground and rolled up the shredded parchment, tucking it into the pocket lining the inside of his coat. He needed a drink, a strong one at that.

Standing, Carrow went to his bed and pulled a glass decanter of rum from his nightstand. Removing the cork he didn't bother with a cup, choosing to instead chug from the glass itself. Returning it to the table, he stood and made his way to his basin where a little bit of clean water remained from his earlier attempt to cleanse himself.

"Another day of disappointment, another night of shame." He caught his expression in the mirror above the basin and frowned, "What a fool you are." With another angry groan he scooped up a handful of the water and splashed it against his face, his calloused palms getting scratched by his scruff.

Lifting a blade from the basin, he began to carefully scrape the hair from his chin. It was not how he wanted to spend his night, but it was better than doing nothing. He looked back to the mirror, mentally preparing himself for another dull night.

 

[Reynarda]

Cheery singing danced on the night air as a smaller figure struggled to push along a larger figure. The larger man was doing the singing, and the smaller was doing the pushing.

"Amos," Drayce groaned. "I told you you didn't need that last one."

Amos didn't even pause in his song. He wasn't exactly drunk just very cheerfully buzzed. And a little sentimental, which meant he was singing a love song. "Y'know, mate, if you'd meet a lass, you'd be less prickly."

"I doubt that," Drayce muttered, pushing Amos towards the Wisteria Woes.

"Y'would. Or a mermaid. Y'know, I saw a mermaid--"

"There's no such thing as mermaids," Drayce said, pushing his large friend up the gangplank and onto the ship.

Amos snorted, swaying on his feet. He played it up a bit, threatening to suddenly topple over on the smaller man so that Drayce squawked in alarm and pushed him upright. "Or if we got some rum into ya. 'Stead o'that nasty English stuff. Might put some color in y'cheeks."

"Then who would get you back to the ship safe and sound, mm? Good cooks are hard to find." Drayce never drank alcohol. He preferred large amounts of black tea and so always got Amos back to the ship safe and sound.

But Amos was distracted by the light coming from the captain's cabin. "'E's still 'ere. Maybe we should bring him something to eat." He thought for a moment. "There's some fruit I had brought aboard. Let's take him some fruit."

He swaggered off, the younger pirate following close behind like a worried mother following a toddling baby. In the galley, Amos drank a large tankard of water and then set about to arranging fruit on a plate. He had picked up a lot of fruit at the market, and was very excited about adding it to the meals. Drayce was also excited about it as he had gotten very tired of jerked meat. Drayce insisted on cutting up the fruit despite Amos' protests that he could do so just fine, thank you. After a few minutes, Amos nodded at the lemons, apples, and plumbs.

After a bit of cajoling, Amos convinced Drayce to carry the tray while he swaggered behind him. They returned to the deck and then strode to the captain's cabin. Amos wrapped politely on the door, and Drayce went all board-straight. The laddie still wouldn't relax around the captain.

"Capt'n?" Amos called. "We thought you'd fancy a snack."

 

[AlienLover]

Character: Ranita Afton
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, at sunset, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: Reynarda & (mention) Carrow​

Ranita never quite understood the need to drink and party that many of her crewmates possessed. Afterall, there was always work that needed to be done, such as counting and recounting supplies, checking the quality of equipment, etc. There was always something that could be done. Besides, anyone complaining about getting seasick shouldn't be anywhere near a ship as far as she was concerned.

Her need to recheck their inventory was not due to forgetfulness, far from it. In fact, she was well-known for her memory and had never needed to write anything down in order to remember it. She simply wanted to insure that everything had remained in place and as it should be. She had long ago learned the life of a pirate is an unpredictable one and you should always expect the unexpected, so it only made logical sense to check on things multiple times.

Eventually she was satisfied enough that she felt ready to report to the captain her findings and see what needed to be done before they set sail again. The current plan of trying to find something that might not exist at all she found somewhat ridiculous, but she knew it best not to question the captain's judgement, even if it seemed to be insane. She could only hope they wouldn't be on a wild goose chase forever.

Walking up to the captain's cabin to make a report and begin planning their next actions, she stumbled upon one of the intoxicated chefs and a young rigger had similar plants to speak to the captain.

"I hope you don't have any plans to disturb the captain too heavily." She spoke, looking the men up and down briefly with her blue eyes. She looked briefly at the fruit before returning her gaze back to the men. "Though I suppose he could use the fruit, it's important that he consumes actual food and not just alcohol." Ranita stated matter of factly, knocking gently on the door herself. Hopefully the influx of company would not be overly bothersome to the point of making Captain Carrow annoyed, which would only make the planning process more difficult than it needed to be.

 

[Carrow]

Character: Captain Carrow of Wisteria Woes
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, at sunset, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: Reynarda & AlienLover
RP Post:

Carrow jolted from his position at the basin. He looked from the cabin's door and back towards the mirror, miffed at why anyone would be back so soon. Thankfully, his face was mostly clean. He made quick work of shaving the rest of the stubble off, nicking his chin in the process, before tossing the knife back into the basin.

"Bloody hell," he muttered angrily as he snatched a piece of cloth hanging from the corner of the mirror. He dried his face, dabbing at the small cut to stop the thin line of blood from slipping down his neck.

Moving towards the door, he popped it open and peered out into the darkness. It took him several long moments before his eyes adjusted to the sudden difference of light. The smaller form of Drayce was dwarfed by the opposing Amos who stood beside him. The pair together were a laugh, especially on a night with very little light coming from the moon.

Standing beside them was Ranita, looking as serious as ever. He could already imagine the numbers she was about to spout off to him and his head began hurting in anticipation.

Carrow glanced back to Drayce, the poor boy stood stick straight and as much as Carrow tried, he couldn't quite get him to meet his eyes. Amos, on the other hand, looked drunk as- well- a sailor. Carrow could smell the reek of alcohol on his person and without meaning to, he took a step back into his cabin to avoid the stench.

Unfortunately, he realized all too quickly that the wind was against him and was blowing the smell right into his cabin. It mixed into a sickly sweet concoction with the lemony scented soap water in his basin.

"By God, Amos," he groaned as he shoulder past the three and out into the cold and breezy night. He inhaled the salty sea air greedily before turning back to the man. "Did you save any for the rest of the drunkards? You smell like you drank yourself out of coin."

He was laying it on thick, but couldn't help it. His earlier annoyances were combining into one and he found himself taking it out on the innocent man who just wanted, and rightly deserved, a night of fun after being stuck at sea for several long and sweaty weeks.

 

[AlienLover]

Character: Ranita Afton
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, at sunset, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: (mention) Reynarda & Carrow​

"To be fair, there's not much to do in town other than drink it would appear, can't say it's too surprising." Ranita deduced with a slight shrug. Again, she wasn't surprised by the excessive drinking anymore, although she still did not understand the appeal of it whatsoever. All pirates had their own way of dealing with the often less than glamourous and often unhygenic life of a pirate.

"Did I catch you at a bad time, captain?" The combination of a slight cut upon his chin and his tone of voice would make it appear that way. "Even if so, I feel it is important we discuss and plan for the next time we leave shore. We were lucky last time but without being careful, we could find our stock of luck as pitiful as our stock of fresh foods. Which isn't optimal, by the way." Going the wrong way was a nightmare scenario that Ranita would rather not repeat. Although she was not concerned about possibly getting lost at sea, she did fear for the safety of the crew and ship during that time.

"I've done my calculations and I'd like to present them to you so that we will be prepared for our next trip to sea. Could you spare a moment of your time for that, please?" She questioned, sounding polite but she made it clear with her tone of voice she wanted it done now. Ranita was not one who liked to leave things such as this to the last minute. There was no "later". If it can be done immediately, that's when it should be done. It's reckless to procrastinate on important matters, especially ones involving the ship.

 

[Carrow]

Character: Captain Carrow of Wisteria Woes
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, at sunset, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: AlienLover
RP Post:

He looked between the trio and groaned. Accepting the plate of various fruits, he nodded his thanks to his men and motioned for Ranita to enter before him.

"Hopefully, we can make this quick," he said as he stepped inside behind her and closed the door. He moved to his desk, making sure to drag an extra chair to the front of it for Ranita.

He knew better than to offer her a drink, so he quietly made his way back to his rum and poured himself a small glass. Food and drink in hand, he took his seat and sat both on the bumpy surface of his desk.

"Pardon the mess." Carrow didn't much care what she thought of it, but his mother had instilled manners in him and he felt he had to say it either way. She'd have been appalled at the state of his cabin, and the state of him.

Shuffling some papers and books around, he dropped several on the ground and kicked them out of the way before grabbing himself a lemon and peeling it with expertise. He had a love for citrus, and he enjoyed the way it filled the air.

"Hit me with it. What we have, what we need…" He lowered his voice and ground out the last, "...the cost." Carrow was probably the poorest pirate to sail the seven seas. Sure, it was by his own doing, not enough looting and too much spending, but it wasn't a fact he much cared for. "We'll need to find us some quick coin to cover it," he mumbled.

 

[Reynarda]

Drayce arched an eyebrow at Ranita's comment. No doubt she intended to discuss the contents of the hold with the captain, so if any of the trio were disturbing Carrow "heavily" it was her.

When the captain finally did appear, he seemed to be in a sour mood, which was Drayce's cue to drop the fruit and leave. Except that he insulted Amos, and Drayce bristled. While Carrow was far better than his previous captain, Drayce did not take kindly to people in authority mistreating his friends--especially someone like Amos.

But Amos had laid a hand on the younger pirate's shoulder before he could say anything. Amos took the captain's ire in good humor. He was much the same drunk as he was sober and so remained cheery. Anyway, he doubted Carrow was actually angry at him if the nick on his chin and his scowl were anything to go by. "There's still aplenty for the rest of the lads, Capt'n," he said, his tone amused. "An' Drayce was in charge o'the money."

At the mention of the supplies, Amos nodded and shuffled inside the captain's cabin, pushing Drayce along before him. The smaller pirate attempted to dig in his heels, but he was simply no match for Amos even while the bigger man was inebriated.

"'N I'd like to discuss the victuals, if y'don't mind. Proper nutrition is important."

Drayce sighed. Amos was the most functional drunk he had ever known, but he still wished the man would just go to his hammock and sleep it off. But Amos also had a point. The cook had yet to resort to putting rat in their food, for which Drayce was eternally grateful, but there had been a few near instances. And after this past mishap, well.

Amos eyed his companion. Drayce was getting that pinched look that said he really wanted to say something but wasn't sure how the captain would receive it. Amos sighed. The younger pirate had been with them for how many years and he still acted like he worried he would be flogged for speaking his mind. And in Amos' experience, the rigger was quick as a whip and good at getting out of sticky situations. It was probably in their best interests to see what he had to say, and so Amos betrayed his friend slightly. "An' young mister Drayce has something t'say, I think."

Drayce shifted slightly, looking everywhere but Carrow. It was things like this that had gotten him in trouble last time. But he had never been that good at holding his tongue, and he wasn't about to start now. He cleared his throat, focusing on his words. Now was not the time to break out into his Scottish burr. "I was just thinking that it might be helpful if we knew what exactly our purpose was, is all. It might help us avoid troubles in the future if we had more of a plan. I get the sense that we're looking for something, but no one seems to know what it is. Captain," he added quickly.

 

[OrWangatan]

Amira needed two things: a night with some books, and a drink. She felt bad, probably too bad, about her mistake this afternoon. It was pretty childish to be so stressed about such a small mistake, but this, along with the few other mistakes she had made as navigator were starting to add up. No, Amira wasn't the type to drown herself in alcohol, but a cup or two never hurt anyone.

She had spent the majority of the evening checking, double checking, and triple checking her courses. It was a bit embarrassing to have messed up this afternoon, and Amira was determined to not let it happen again. It would be about w weeks to travel to the next port, which really wasn't that bad, but she found a troublesome pass. About 5 days in, they would encounter a shallow reef. It would be a 50/50 on whether or not they'd make it through without any damage, but there was also a detour. It'd only take a few days, and Amira was looking for her captain's opinion.

The lass rolled up her maps, stole up her tools, and brought a few books, just to be safe, and left her small cabin. It only took a few minutes for her to reach the Captain's quarters, and by the looks of it, he already had company. She really didn't want to intrude, but found herself listening in to the conversation. From the inside, Amira could hear Ranita's voice. Now knowing it was a matter of restocking and supplies, Amira really had to take a second thought on interrupting. The idea was tossed back and forth for longer than she'd rather admit, but in the end decided to give the cabin's door a soft little *knock knock*

Mentions: Carrow AlienLover

 

[AlienLover]

Character: Ranita Afton
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, at sunset, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: Reynarda , OrWangatan & Carrow​

"I suppose we might as well discuss those as well, just to get it done in a timely fashion." Ranita said, hoping that despite the cook's alcohol intake, he'd be able to properly report his findings and not miscalculate anything. She did not pay much attention to the pair beyond this, until Drayce gained some courage and finally said what a majority of the crew had likely been secretly thinking this whole time.

"He brings up a fair point, captain." She agreed, her long arms crossing over her small chest with an unimpressed look upon her rounded face. "It would likely boost overall crew morale to know what we are hoping to find. I imagine that it took a major hit after we got lost and could've possibly faced much more negative consequences for that mistake." Ranita reasoned, finding a way to make the way the crew was feeling into yet another statistic or inventory to keep track of. It's not that she did not care, it's just how she spoke about most things, though it would be easy to mistake it as such if you didn't know her well. If she didn't care, she wouldn't be here at all.

"It's only logical that we have some kind of feasible goal to work towards." She added, letting her tanned arms fall and rest by her sides. Her speech was eloquent and refined compared to those of most of the crew, to the point you'd possibly mistake her for a member of the navy or someone of the upperclass had she not worn the garb of a true pirate.

Her head turned sharply to look at the door when she heard soft knocking. "Ah, more company. Hopefully, that's the navigator with correct calculations this time." She said, her tone slightly annoyed. The navigator's mistakes these pasts few weeks had been rather annoying to Ranita, who didn't appreciate the extra work that needed to be done whenever such mistakes were made. "Better we get this all done now than wait. Doing everything together will insure we are better coordinated for whenever we decide to leave next."

 

[cleopatraa]

Character: Syrena Grigori
Setting: Harrison Fyord light house, each, harbor, and then ocean.
Characters interacting with: Fellow mermaids and Misory​

Despite however hot it could get during the day, Syrena always found the evenings to be on the cooler side. Maybe it was because she lived right on the shore, where the ocean's breeze was the strongest. Or maybe it was her body aching to be in the water. Whatever it was, it was the reason Syrena stood on the edge of the light house's dock, a small shawl covering her bare shoulders. She wore a long, flowy pale blue dress that sweeped the sand behind her as she walked. The sleeves hung off of her shoulders and the body of her dress hugged her waist while the rest of the silk and chiffon fell straight down her legs, swirling and dancing with her with every movement. Taking a deep breath, Syrena took a final look at the waters and took a final glance at the moon. It was almost a full moon, that was when her powers would be strongest. Smiling softly to herself, she turned around and made her way back to Misory's cottage that was right next to the light house.

As she entered the cottage, Syrena smiled at her "sisters", who were all helping Misory clean up after dinner. "I'm going to head towards the harbor to drop off some medicine for Miss. Paxton's cough." She announced, grabbing the last of the dishes and placing it in the sink. "I'm going for a swim afterwards, if any of you care to join me," she sang to her sisters, moving out of the way as one of them moved past her to clean the dinner table. She had cooked, so she was not in charge of cleaning tonight.

Misory gave Syrena a warning look, her forehead wrinkling with worry. "Syrena, be careful, there is a new ship at port, they've been cleared but, just be careful. And that goes for the rest of you girls if you decide to join her. Keep your distance." she warned, giving Syrena's shoulder a small squeeze.

Syrena smirked and shimmied her hips lightly, brushing her long dark locks of hair away from her face before she grabbed the package of herbal medicine on the table. "Mimi, I am always careful," she said, making her way towards the door. Looking over her shoulder, she laughed lightly. "Besides, if they wanted to harm me, they'd have to catch me first," she joked, earning a light scolding from Misory that fell silent as Syrena's sandaled feet connected with the dirt road leading the way to town.

The walk was short, about 15 minutes until she was at Miss. Paxton's house (a dear friend of Misory, but by god, the old woman could be so annoying at times and was often the center of the girls's jokes). After dropping off the medicine and getting a quick lecture for being out so late, Syrena was on her way to the harbor. It was about another 7 minutes walk from there. The truth was, Miss. Paxton had no idea just how safe Syrena was. Misory was the only one who knew that mermaids existed even, she was the only one who knew Syrena was more than capable of protecting herself. As she neared the harbor, Syrena made her way down the narrow docks, smiling and saying hello to the friendly faces.

Everyone knew Misory and Misory's girls. But no one knew their secret. To the entire town, they were all her daughters. As Syrena neared the end of the dock, she stopped short, not wanting to get too close to the new ship. She simply wanted to get a quick glance and check it out for herself. It was a huge ship and Syrena took a moment to admire its beauty. She almost grew closer until she heard movement coming from it. Not wanting to get caught staring, she turned around and made her way to the beach, glancing back at the ship one last time.

The beach was empty, as expected this close to night. But just to be on the safer side, Syrena walked back to the light house. It was only a 12 minute walk from the docking port and the beach was a shortcut of sorts. As she finally reached the light house, Syrena slipped out of her dress before she dove into the ocean waters.

The moment her body was submerged in the ocean waters, Syrena closed her eyes, feeling her body change. Her head tingled as she felt the color of her hair change from black to white–almost silver. Her eyes burned but only for a moment as her hazel colored eyes turned ice blue, and her lower half became covered in intricate multicolored scales. Opening her eyes again, Syrena was in a different world. Smiling, she leaned forward and began using her lower half to propel her through the water. She swam away from the docks and the lighthouse, about three miles away until she reached the cliffy area of the beaches. No human could swim in the strong currents and waves, but it was easy for her. She didn't even think twice as she maneuvered her way in between rocks and shells.

Coming up for air (although she did not need it), Syrena spotted the opening to the small cave hidden in the cliffs. Ducking back under the water, she made her way over to the cave and swam in. Once she was inside, she looked around, relaxing as the cave opened up into a small, but beautiful, lagoon. Coming out of the water, Syrena pushed her body up onto the sandy area of the cave and laid on her back, closing her eyes and focusing. Taking deep breaths, she focused on the water droplets on her body and when she opened them, there was a large bubble of water in the air above her. Narrowing her eyes, Syrena focused on the bubble of water and used her hands to motion it back into the water. And just like that, she was dry. As her human legs slowly came back, Syrena's body fell weak and she found herself half crawling, half scooting over to a large rock. Struggling to get to her feet, Syrena pushed the rock, grunting and using all her might until it finally budged and she was greeted with what she came here for–her trident.

Taking the trident into her hands, Syrena sat on a rock half covered in water, the wetness making her tail return. She studied the moonstone in the center of the trident. It was beautiful. She wasn't even sure it was a moonstone, it almost resembled a diamond. But whatever it was, it was power. The moonstone had been tied around with a string and hung like a pendant on Syrena's neck when she had been found by Misory as a baby. She knew that whoever had left it with her, wanted her to keep it safe. It was just as valuable as her life, she supposed.

Studying the moonstone, Syrena wondered if she should take it off of the trident but she figured it was safest there. Nonetheless, she got back into the water with the trident and swam out of the cave. Her shoulders and head was out of the water, as was the head of the trident. As she looked up at the sky, admiring the stars, she could not help but feel completely at home. The moonstone caught the moon's reflection and gleamed in the night, looking almost like a star itself had fallen into the ocean.

 

[cleopatraa]

Character: Nikolai Patrove
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes

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Nikolai was seated in a bar, not drinking, but gambling. It wasn't that he wasn't much of a drinker, he drank when he wanted to. But gambling was just so much more fun sober. Grinning, Nikolai rolled the dice and watched it roll to a perfect 12. Jumping up from his seat, he stuck his hand out in front of his opponent, a rather burly and over weight bearded man. Nikolai had to admit, it was a nice beard. Almost nicer than his own. "Pay up, lad," Nik said, grinning as he felt a pouch of coins fall in his hand. This would last the crew about two days of food and maybe a day or two of drinking. Glancing towards the door as more men entered the bar, all eyeing Nikolai suspiciously, he straightened up and leaned away from the table.

"Alas, boys, this was quite the fun, but I best believe it is my time to go," he said quickly before dipping out the door. When he was at a safe distance, he glanced back, chuckling quietly as he saw a few men come out looking for him. But they would never catch him.

It was rare to see Nikolai in such a good mood. Usually, when he was on board he remained to himself, only occasionally being goofy. These days, the only thing on his mind was revenge. He knew as soon as he helped Captain Carrow find his gold, or whatever it was he was searching for, Captain Carrow would in turn help him avenge the men who murdered his family.

Jaw clenching at the memory, Nikolai shook his head, brushing away the memory from his mind before he neared the docks. He could see Wisteria Woes from the distance, she was truly a beautiful ship. Nikolai often found himself bragging about his handy work, although he had to admit, the original builder of the ship was a genius. She was designed for speed and smooth sailing.

As Nikolai boarded the ship, he was glad to see it was mostly empty. The crew was probably still getting drunk and causing ruckus in the town. That was when he heard noise coming from the Captain's cabin.

Curious, Nik made his way over, hearing the sound of muffled voices. It sounded as if people were questioning exactly what their captain was searching for. Nikolai wondered for a moment if he should go in, but instead he decided not to. Walking away, he reached the main deck and leaned over the railing, his piercing green eyes studying the open waters. Nik did not care what the captain was searching for, he simply cared for revenge.

Taking out one of his knives, Nik leaned against the railing, using a sharpener to slowly sharpen the edge of the steel blade.

 

[Stitches and Patchwork]

Dorealea
Location: Docks
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: N/A

Dorealea never found a reason to take on a human form. After all, it was a painful metamorphosis and she often was able to suffice on the prey that she found. That said, after having to morph twice to escape her prison on the ship and then disguise herself in the island, she could not see why her people were gifted with this power. The upper world was nothing to experience that pain for. It was noisy with the presence of alcohol being present in every individual she passed by. At least it allowed her to walk past, mostly ignored, despite her strangely tattered and slightly oversized clothing she had stolen from the ship during her escape. However, it did not cause the sand and whatever was used to make the floor far from enjoyable to walk on. The fact that the sensation of walking was an unknown experience to her leading to many...
stumbles.

Even after a few hours or so of getting accustomed to walking, she found herself despising everything. How the cobblestone of the road dug into her feet and how the sand of the beach clinger to them. The obnoxious laughter in the air ringing in her ears, a vast difference from the silence of the ocean flood. Her clothing still slightly damp from the escape, causing a rather discomforting sensation. Paired with the occasional hunger pangs and jolts of pain from the soreness of acquiring legs and her recently gained scratches, the human experience appeared to be nothing but agony as she had taken a small break to sit on the side of the dock, staring down at the watery depths she had once ventured through.

How much she wished she could just return to the ocean.

Yet... she couldn’t. It was too risky. Even now, as she stood near the entrance to the docks, she could still spy the outline of the ship she had recently escaped on. Slowly nearing the shore with the dim lights of the lanterns racing across the deck, suggesting the crew was awake. Even if she did manage to pass them unnoticed, the terrain was unfamiliar and far too shallow. It would be a battle against time against her hunger to find prey and shelter and unfortunately, her injuries and hunger left her in too far of a weakened state.

No. She needed immediate shelter. Somewhere to hide away until she healed, got good, and rested. One of the establishments on the village seemed out of the question, Dorealea carrying no currency of her own. Yet as she stood on the docks, she found her gaze drifting towards what was floating at the end of the docks. A ship, no larger than the one she barely managed to escape from. She stared at it almost hungrily, her eyes almost glowing a dim green in the darkness of night, as the pieces came together in her mind. It was the perfect shelter. It may have food. She would have somewhere to rest, and it could get her off this island and as far away from her captors as she needed. She just needed to figure out how to get on without any sort of trouble.

Stowing away would be too risky. There was the risk of being captured and it did not secure the fact that she would be receiving food. No. There had to be some other way. Work? Possibly. From what she had seen, these sort of ships required multiple humans to work it. And it would likely secure a steady access to food. So yes... work. That was what the justification she could use to get on. Just... she needed to figure out how.

Allured by this possibility yet still wary, Dorealea stood up and took some tentative steps forward, her desperation in a battle with her common sense. She did stop some feet away from the ship, standing a distance away from the edge of the dock as scanned the deck for any sign of a captain to approach with her offer.​

 

[Carrow]

Character: Captain Carrow of Wisteria Woes
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, at sunset, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: AlienLover Stitches and Patchwork OrWangatan Reynarda
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Carrow glanced up at his crew as they kept coming in. He was surprisingly overwhelmed. All of them were baring down on him, demanding an answer to a question that he was just as confused about.

"Well, I-" he paused, thoughts whirling around his head at a dizzying speed. At time like this he found he always fell back on anger, and as much as he didn't want to rely on his rage, he didn't know what else to do. So he stood from his desk and made sure to meet the eyes of every member in his cabin.

"You want to know what we're after?" He dropped his voice low, his expression somewhat menacing. "That is for me to know, not you. You're still getting paid. You're getting your leaves when necessary. I don't see what the problem is."

He moved around the desk and walked up to Drayce, the first to ask the question. He was rather impressed by the lads courage, but wasn't about to show it.

"And you," Carrow said loudly enough for the others to hear. He was quite sure he could be heard from across the length of the ship with the tone he was using. "Maybe you should spend more time worrying about whether you'll have a job tomorrow, than what we're searching for."

His eyes flighted over to Amira and his expression went from enraged to a blank frown, "I've never been so disappointed with your performance before today. You almost got us lost." It was an exaggeration, the second the stars came out it would have been easy to navigate back to Harrison, but Carrow was still driving in his points.

Slipping past his crew before they could persist, he stepped out of his cabin leaving the door wide open behind him to show the conversation for the day was done. As Carrow crossed the deck, his eyes landed on Nikolai's form. He rerouted himself, not really knowing where he was going to begin with, and stopped in front of the man.

"I'm going ashore, no one is to come looking for me." He glances back towards his cabin doors, "If anyone has anymore questions about what we're doing, steer then to the brig. I have no patience for it today."

He moved away and made his way off the ship. Ducking his head down against the wind, he tried to think of his next move. His crew were getting antsy, they needed answers but he had nothing to tell them. He could admit that, let them know that what he was after could be nothing, or worse than nothing. He knew his crew, they followed him for a reason, but he wasn't sure just how reasonably they'd react to knowing they could very well be a bunch of fools searching blindly for naught but a myth.

Carrow glanced up as he neared the end of the dock and spotted a woman wandering as if in a daze. Her appearance was what truly struck him, how does one have hair that light? Must be one of those new dyes that were starting an uproar amongst the noble classes.

He shuffled by her, taking a wide berth. Young women by their lonesome, on an island like this and at this time of night were not good news. Carrow wouldn't be surprised if she were a prostitute, or perhaps a thief. Judging by her outwardly appearance, she might be a victim to a crime that he wanted no part of. They were already banned at many ports and he was not about to get himself chased off of Harrison, one of the few places left that he liked.

 

[AlienLover]

Character: Ranita Afton
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: Reynarda , OrWangatan & (mention) Carrow
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"Unbelievable. Truly and utterly unbelievable." Ranita couldn't help but roll her blue eyes at the immaturity her captain was showing at this moment. If he couldn't handle a question without getting annoyed and storming out of the room, how could she have faith that he would be a good leader and was not wasting resources and time chasing after a fairytale? "The amount of immaturity on this ship is far too high if the captain thinks it's appropriate to walk out like that." She grumbled to herself, the situation exhausting her.

"Would anyone care to discuss our supplies and inventory? Despite the captain being foolish right now, I'd still like to have some idea of how prepared we'll be when we go out to sea again and what we need to do before we depart." Ranita asked those who had remained in the room. "I'd rather it be done now without him than wait for him to return. If we talk about it now, we can tell him our findings whenever he decides he's ready to come back."

"I'm also interested in knowing what to expect when we do depart, as it will determine how prepared we actually are. How optimal our ship is at the moment highly depends upon how rough the waters will likely be." She said, looking over to Amira. While she was still annoyed with her miscalculations, the captain running away angered her far more than a mistake or two so it had been pushed to the back of her mind. At least she was apologetic and didn't lash out unreasonably.

 

[OrWangatan]

The captains words still stung. She could be doing so much better. Under the stars, she had no problem getting the ship where it needed to go, but it was much harder during the day... "Yeah sorry..." she muttered. Though he saw where his frustrations towards her came from, she couldn't figure out why he was so angry in general. He was the captain of a ship, preparing for a another voyage. Everyone was going to come to him to double check their plans. "I came to ask the captain about a potential detour, but I suppose that's not happening." She gave an awkward chuckle, "If you're open to giving me a second opinion, I'd be more than happy to help you with inventory." She had taken a seat before Ranita could give an answer. If they did take the detour, they would need more supplies, which Amira saw as justifying her intrusion.

Amira unrolled her map on the desk. "The journey to the next port will take about 2 weeks. Around the 5th day, we will pass through a shallow reef. The tides in that area are rather unpredictable, so there's a chance Westeria will take some damage. I'd say the chances are about 60/40, in our favor. If we want to play it safe, there's a detour we could take, which would extend the trip by a few days, but would also clear us from any potential damages." All the while she was pointing at the little spots on the map.

Mentions: Carrow
Interactions: AlienLover

 

[cleopatraa]

Character: Nikolai Patrove
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, at sunset, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: AlienLover Stitches and Patchwork OrWangatan Reynarda Carrow
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Nikolai realized that he did not need to be standing near the captain's cabin to hear what was going on. From the sound of it, the captain was furious. Chuckling lightly to himself, he shook his head, wondering which poor lad had suffered the blunt end of his scolding. Nik had been a part of Captain Carrow's crew for years, to the point where he often simply called his Captain by his first name. It was not that he knew better than to question Carrow, Nikolai simply trusted his Captain, as their years together had built brotherhood.

As the cabin door flung open and Carrow walked over, his steps loud and angry, Nikolai expected to get teased for standing around doing absolutely nothing, but he was instead surprised by the Captain's words. "Aye, cap'n," Nik responded, watching as Carrow made his way off of the ship. He glanced back towards the cabin and with a sigh, found himself making his way over.

Entering the room, Nik's eyes fell on the group before him. Offering a small, apologetic smile, he waved. "Who's brilliant idea was it to get Carrow all riled up?" he asked lightly, trying to ease the tension. Standing up slightly taller, Nikolai's hand went to the back of his neck as he rubbed it, his fingers getting tangled up with his long brown hair. "Listen, I know this sounds tough, but trust him. Carrow might not always be the easiest guy to understand, but he knows what he is doing. Just have a little faith. Let's just stay on board tonight and give him time to cool off. I'll talk to him, but I promise by sun rise, he'll realize the lot of you had no ill intention," Nikolai said, clapping Drayce on the back lightly. Glancing at Amira, he caught the last of her conversation about a potential detour. "If it causes minimal damage, I can fix her up in no time. But if you aren't sure whether or not the damage will be minimal, consult with the Captain tomorrow," he said.

Stepping away, Nikolai glanced over his shoulder "I'll be on deck keeping watch, let me know if any of ye filthy animals need something," he said, making his way back to the deck. As he leaned over the railing, his eyes fell on Carrow. By now, his captain was at the edge of the dock. His eyes widened slightly as he saw Carrow brush past a girl who seemed to be wobbling on her feet. He was not surprised his captain did not stop, he could feel Carrow's frustration from his post on deck.

Leaning over the deck, Nikolai studied the girl who seemed to be swaying with the wind. For a moment, he thought it was an elderly woman due to the color of her hair, but upon closer inspection, he realized it was a young woman.

Now, despite Nik always being reserved and having the angst of the world bottled up inside of him, he was a man of compassion. It was what his father had taught him. In all honesty, he was a terrible pirate. He never participated in the looting, the raiding, none of that. He simply took care of the ship and planned how he would one day make it back to Russia and get his revenge. Eyes widening, he leaned over the railing. "You there! Are you alright???" he called out, letting the wind carry his voice over to the woman.

 

[cleopatraa]

Character: Syrena Grigori
Setting: At sea, then at the light house dock
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For what seemed like forever, but was only about 20 minutes, Syrena floated in the open waters with her eyes closed. If it were up to her, she would live out in the ocean forever. There was a time when she tried to. When she was 17, Misory had been adamant that Syrena avoided the ocean as she was far too scared to lose her. It had been right after Syrena's run in with fisherman, leaving her with a nasty 7 inch scar on her back. But Syrena's blood called to the water, and frustrations grew. In a fit of fury, she had run away from Misory's and found comfort in the sea.

She had been gone for months, almost a year. She was able to interact with her own kind, though she was surprised to find that some were far more savage and far less friendly than she had anticipated. And the more she was at sea, the more like them she became. She found herself giving into animalistic desires she never even knew she had. It wasn't until she glimpsed humanity that she was reminded of hers.

Shaking her head, Syrena forced the memories out of her mind and glanced back towards shore, and then back up at the sky. It was getting late and she had retrieved what she came to the cave for. Syrena liked to keep her trident hidden, maybe it was because she valued the moonstone far too much. But it had been in the cave for a while, it's presence was known. Smaller moonstones were beginning to grow in response, that was the effect of her small treasure.

As she made her way back to shore, trident in hand, Syrena closed her eyes and focused. A surge of water propelled from her free hand and pushed her towards shore even faster, and within minutes she was dragging herself onto the sandy beach. Closing her eyes, Syrena focused on her body, her mind zeroing on each droplet of water on her skin. And once again, a small bubble of water was above her body and she was dry, her scales starting to disappear. Using her hand, she motioned the water above her back into the sea and scooted back away from the ocean, glancing up as Misory stepped onto the dock of the light house and threw down a night gown and robe.

Smiling weakly, Syrena sat up and pulled the gown over her head before struggling to her feet and slipping into the robe, leaving the ties untied. "Will you take this inside?" she asked Misory quietly, handing the trident over.

Misory did not say a word. She simply rested her head on Syrena's hair, which was slowly going from it's white color to her black locks, and took the trident.

Syrena watched as Misory disappeared into the light house before she sank back down into the sand, half falling. Her legs felt like pudding. Taking a deep breath, she stretched her legs out in front of her and laid on her back, focusing on the feelings in her legs. She would have to go inside and take a bath before bed, soon. Tomorrow she would be going in to town to take care of some things for Misory. But the more Syrena looked at the ocean, the more her heart ached.

She wanted to get away from this town entirely, and explore the world in her natural element. But she had too many ties to land, she was constantly torn.

 

[Stitches and Patchwork]

Dorelea
Location: Docks
Interactions: Carrow Carrow , Nikolai cleopatraa

Dorelea did not have to await for someone long. There were a few moments of silence where only the sound of waves filled the air did yes, and she spent those moments examining the deck, noting the emptiness onboard, only one lone figure sharpening their sword standing there. A young man it seemed, if her vision prove to be correct. Upon seeing them, she took a step forward, the wooden floorboards underneath her feet creaking quietly.

Before she could even over her mouth to speak, the door to one of the cabins slammed open as a man stormed out, across the deck and the docks. Dorealea scanned him almost as though she was surveying prey. He appeared to be young, yet his outfit was similar to one of a captain. He could possibly run this ship. And as they meant eyes for a split second, Dorealea took her chance.

“Sir,” Dorealea spoke, her voice clear and smooth. Yet she found herself ignored, the man shuffling on by. She refused to loose face, her eyes simply narrowing as she repeated herself. “Sir,” She repeated only to receive the same result. A soft frustrated sigh escaped her lips. She was making no progress with this strategy. She doubted if she continued that she would be heard or regarded kindly.

That was when she heard another voice sound. Dorealea turned to see the man from before, staring right at her to confirm her suspicions that the question he asked was aimed to her. That was when it hit her and a plan unfolded in her hand. If she would not to be listened to the supposed captain of the ship, she would at least state her request indirectly to him. Or at least, if she was incorrect by her suspicion of the man being the captain, she could be led to them.

“This is a pirate ship, correct?” She asked rather nonchalantly. “I am in desperate need of passage off this island as well as shelter. Is there a way where I can receive work here in return for shelter and passage?” She asked directly, her tone lacking desperation despite her claim yet her words contained a certain calm sincerity, indicating a truth was being spoken. ​

 

[Reynarda]

Drayce straightened, taking the scolding with his jaw set. As it continued, his hands began to curl into fists. This. This was what he hated about captains. They thought they could just do whatever they wanted and everyone should just follow orders blindly. Well, that sort of thinking got people killed because it put those in charge above critisim. Drayce had kept his head down for the most part. He generally mentioned any concerns he had to Amos or some of the others and let them mention it to the captain. He didn't want to have the same sort of run in with Carrow that he'd had with his last captain. But he also doubted Carrow would respond the same way his last captain had. After all, the man was just threatening to kick him off the ship. That was hardly a toothy threat.

But then instead of discussing it, Carrow stormed off the ship. Drayce narrowed his eyes. Oh, he was not done.

He ignored Nikolai and ducked around Amos. Amos swore and snatched at his collar, but the smaller pirate evaded him.

"Dammit, Drayce!" Amos shouted after him, but Drayce didn't even glance back. Amos had recognized the look in his eyes as the look that generally meant he was going to speak his mind and get them into a fight. At least Carrow wouldn't kill him. Amos was now regretting trying to get the younger pirate to speak up more often.

Amos sighed and turned around to look at Ranita. The alcohol was slowly leaving his system and just left him tired. "I'll look over it with ya, Ranita," he sighed. "I need t'plan the meals, anyway."

He reached over and squeezed Amira's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, lass. The capt'n's mad at 'imself, not you."



Adept at moving to avoid notice, Drayce slipped over the wood of the docks and caught up easily to Carrow. He fell instep with him, jogging lightly to keep up with the older pirate's determined strides. He had no doubt the captain would not be pleased to be followed--by him, least of all--but Drayce had something to say. He wanted to speak angrily, but that would get him now where. He chose his words carefully. "Y'know, I signed the ship's book after Amos rescued me because I thought you were different from most other captains. You seemed fair and to care about your crew. If I wanted to follow orders blindly, I'd have joined up with a merchant or, hell, even the navy. And maybe you'll just kick me off the ship for speaking, but you don't strike me as the type to throw away the lives of your crew for no reason. And I don't know what's got you all in a tizzy, but you could at least assuage the concerns of your crew."



Carrow AlienLover cleopatraa OrWangatan

 

[cleopatraa]

Character: Nikolai Patrove
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, at sunset, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: Stitches and Patchwork
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Nikolai watched with curious eyes as the woman met his eye and straightened up. He was not sure what he was expecting her to say or do, but he certainly was not expecting her to ask to board their ship. Narrowing his eyes, he wondered for a moment if she was part of another ship's crew looking to stir trouble. But they were the only pirate's ship docked at the harbor, and for some reason, his gut told him she meant no harm.

Raking a hand through his hair, Nikolai quickly secured his locks into a low bun before placing his hand on the edge of the ship's railing and swinging his legs over. His feet connected with the wooden planks with a silent thud. The action would have broken any normal person's legs but Nikolai spent his childhood running and jumping off of roofs to evade getting into trouble, he had learned how to jump from great heights and distances with minimal noise.

Standing up straight, Nikolai made his way over to the woman until he was just a foot away from her. Peering down at her with guarded eyes, he studied her for a moment, taking note of her baggy clothes and the scratches marking her skin. "Now why on Earth would you want to seek shelter on a pirate's ship?" he asked her, genuinely curious but also wanting to make sure she had no tricks up her sleeves.

A quick glance around told Nikolai that he was beginning to draw attention so he stepped to the side and motioned for her to come onto the ship. "I'm not promising anything, nor am I even the person to grant you permission, but it's safer on board. If you need shelter, you need to be honest with me so I can help you" He paused for a moment, taking a breath before he continued. "And I will help , you have my word, I just need to know what exactly you're running from and why," Nikolai said, his voice void of emotion but still somehow sincere.

 

[AlienLover]

Character: Ranita Afton
Setting: Aboard Wisteria Woes, harbor of Harrison Fyord
Characters Interracting With: Reynarda and OrWangatan​

It was times like this she missed her old, simpler life. Sometimes she felt like a nagging mother rather than a boatswain. Rubbing her temples with her fingertips, she let out a sigh as another member of the crew stormed off in anger. "Yes, Amira. Take no offence to the captain's outburst. He's made many mistakes in his time, including right now. You're far from unredeemable." She agreed with Amos, showing a rare moment of compassion, however slight it may be.

Getting straight onto business, her face became stone cold once more as she looked over the map. "With the current condition of the ship, I believe we'd be able to withstand some damage that may come from the reef. However, my concern is there will always be unpredictable factors when traveling and should we suffer damage, I worry something else will come along and give us another blow, which I don't think we'd be able to handle. I think some repairs definitely need to be done before we leave, if we plan to take the quickest route. I'd even want to do a couple if we took the detour at this rate." She spoke, eyes narrowing as she gave her opinion on the situation.

She turned her dark azure gaze to the cook, who she'd grown more respect for. Despite drinking and not being of a "high rank" on the ship, he seemed to be one of the most mature people she had talked to all day. "If we were to take the detour, do you think we would have enough food to last us for the journey?" She questioned, trying to decipher which plan of action would be the most logical.

Ranita was aware that they didn't have the final say about which route to take, but having the facts laid out already would help the captain make a hopefully responsible decision. Her faith in him had been shaken but she hoped that at the very least he'd come to reason eventually.

 

[Stitches and Patchwork]

Dorealea
Setting: Docks of Harbor of Harrison Fyord
Character Interacting With: Nikolai Patrov ( cleopatraa ), Captain Carrow ( Carrow ; mention), Drayce ( Reynarda ; mention)

As Dorealea awaited her reply, she made a quick glance over her shoulder in hopes to see a reaction from the pirate before. Much to her annoyance, she saw none. Rather the captain seemed distracted talking to a younger man who seemed to be angrily ranting to him. She exhaled, refusing to seem affected by any way as she looked back at the man she was talking before. However, it seemed as though she may take a different strategy.

As she looked back at the man she was speaking to before, Dorealea did find herself tensing slightly when the man simply swung himself off the boat, eliminating the secure distance between hem. She managed to save face, her expression stony with no intention to display fear as asked the question. “As I stated before, I needed passage off the island. Boats are not exactly easy to come by,” The woman nonchalantly replied, her voice unflinching and barely showing a trace of annoyance despite having to repeat herself.

However as soon as she finished speaking, it seemed as though the man was more absorbed in his surroundings, stepping to the sight right after but, in a step of progress, motioning her to board the ship. Now to figure out how she can stay there without becoming a prisoner. Quietly, Dorealea listened to the man’s questions, hearing him advising her to be honest if he was going to truly help her.

It was strange honestly. To rely on human pirate for help after a life of needing to only rely on herself. To express . Not to mention there was the matter of honesty. A standard she knew would be too risky to live up to. Yet she doubted that she knew enough about human culture to fabricate an entirely new story. But perhaps she could edit the truth.

“If it does convince you to allow me work here, I was kidnapped from my home by pirates. Ones far different and more savage than you appear,” Dorealea begun. “They ported near and I barely managed to escape them and arrive here,” She stated solemnly, looking him straight in the eye to prove her sincerity as she lifted up the sleeve of her shirt to show one of her newly received scratches as if you provide further evidence. “While I know it may appear reckless to climb on a pirate ship again right after I was kidnapped by them, you must understand I have no money to pay for shelter with and have been mostly starved in that ship. And I may have put some distance between my captors and me and they wouldn’t likely look for a simple girl who escaped their clutches for long but... I do not wish to risk it,” She explained as she looked out at the sea before turning to him, her expression unrelentingly nonplussed. She straightened up her posture, doing all in her power to not appear weak yet sincere at the same time. “Is that explanation satisfactory?” She asked nonchalantly as though she was answering a simple question that would be asked in schools. ​