• This section is for roleplays only.
    ALL interest checks/recruiting threads must go in the Recruit Here section.

    Please remember to credit artists when using works not your own.

Fantasy Urchin Harbor [IC!]

duegxybus

Ten Thousand Club
Urchin Harbor
OOC || Characters || Info
Urchin Harbor was bustling with noise and such, seeing as the time was close to night. The townspeople were rambling as usual, about things such as shops and who was recently eaten by a siren, as if these sirens were human predators. As usual, there was preparation going on in all places for the whale hunting, especially at this hour being perfect since nobody had to worry about work. Few stores were open, but one of them was a store slash restaurant. It was the Brooke Fishing Co. That was always open, and it was only because of the owner's daughter willing to stay awake at all times. That was the only interesting thing. That, and the fact that the Brooke Fishing Co. was actually selling whaling supplies on top of fishing supplies. And at an amazing deal too.


Fishing Supplies / Whaling Supplies
Kiara Brooke
Kiara stood behind the counter with a blank expression. She hated how her dad made her work longer hours, but she was in a way, willing to help out. The girl kept her feet flat on the floor as she stared at the bell above the door. Passing the time until a customer showed up, Kiara had trouble keeping her eyes open. Her fingers ran through the mess of black hair on her head, feeling the oily strands draping on either side of her face. I need a bath. Of course, Kiara's thoughts had nothing to do with being clean. It had to do with her membrane.

She looked down at her wrist and picked at it. A shiny layer over her skin, that looked almost like a second skin, that prevented her from drying out. Most people described her hands as slimy, but that wasn't far from true. They were soft, indeed, but as she rested her palms against the counter, it seemed to leave a print of water on it. Kiara sighed and waited for a customer. This is how the time passed. Waiting for a customer, all the time every day. She figured more people would come in on a day where whaling supplies were being sold for an extremely low price. The deal was unmistakably good, said Kiara's dad. Nobody would miss on this opportunity, he said. Just when Kiara was about to fall asleep, she caught herself and looked at the safe on the desk. The case where she kept all the money. Her eyes shifted back to the bell on the door.

[75% off ALL whaling supplies! Open for interaction]

 
Urchin Harbor
Urchin Harbor was bustling with noise and such, seeing as the time was close to night. The townspeople were rambling as usual, about things such as shops and who was recently eaten by a siren, as if these sirens were human predators. As usual, there was preparation going on in all places for the whale hunting, especially at this hour being perfect since nobody had to worry about work. Few stores were open, but one of them was a store slash restaurant. It was the Brooke Fishing Co. That was always open, and it was only because of the owner's daughter willing to stay awake at all times. That was the only interesting thing. That, and the fact that the Brooke Fishing Co. was actually selling whaling supplies on top of fishing supplies. And at an amazing deal too.


Fishing Supplies / Whaling Supplies
Kiara Brooke
Kiara stood behind the counter with a blank expression. She hated how her dad made her work longer hours, but she was in a way, willing to help out. The girl kept her feet flat on the floor as she stared at the bell above the door. Passing the time until a customer showed up, Kiara had trouble keeping her eyes open. Her fingers ran through the mess of black hair on her head, feeling the oily strands draping on either side of her face. I need a bath. Of course, Kiara's thoughts had nothing to do with being clean. It had to do with her membrane.

She looked down at her wrist and picked at it. A shiny layer over her skin, that looked almost like a second skin, that prevented her from drying out. Most people described her hands as slimy, but that wasn't far from true. They were soft, indeed, but as she rested her palms against the counter, it seemed to leave a print of water on it. Kiara sighed and waited for a customer. This is how the time passed. Waiting for a customer, all the time every day. She figured more people would come in on a day where whaling supplies were being sold for an extremely low price. The deal was unmistakably good, said Kiara's dad. Nobody would miss on this opportunity, he said. Just when Kiara was about to fall asleep, she caught herself and looked at the safe on the desk. The case where she kept all the money. Her eyes shifted back to the bell on the door.

[75% off ALL whaling supplies! Open for interaction]

The large man walked in already bearing two large bags of supplies and a case containing something. He looked over at the woman behind the counter ,he needed some more wet stones before they left on their next journey. He walked over "got any wet stones" he wasn't trying to be hostile but his deep voice came out as a growl. He let the bags slip from his shoulders mostly being metal items for the ship he wasn't worried about breaking them. The items that left his shoulders revealed his rifle slung across his right shoulder ,the finely crafted and maintained weapon was a stark contrast to his worn out trench coat.
 
With a deep sigh, Elora finally grabbed her clothes for the night and was about to put them on. "Damn..." She mumbled and set down the pajamas as a small thought crossed her mind. They needed more bait, as their shop was nearly out. Best to do it now while she remembered instead of forgetting in the morning. Rest would have to wait.

She shuffled down the rickety wooden stairs of her family's beach house. It was very small and painted a rather scary yellow color. The main floor was held up by large support beams, while the bottom floor was simply a small shed under the middle of their main house. It was a two block walk back to town and with darkness closing in, Elora walked a little quicker.

Tonight she was wearing all brown and green, with her tank top being a deep green and her shorts a dark brown. Shoes? Who needs shoes... Elora didn't, but she put on sandals anyways. There was one store still open late this night (Or just starting into the night), and that belonged to her slightly younger friend Kiara. Though Elora hadn't seen much up her lately...

"Hey Kiara?" She called into the store before realizing there was already someone there. Instead of going up to talk, Elora went to go look at the new inventory.
D duegxybus Theflamre Theflamre
 
At Night we Prepare
Location: Outside of Brooke Fishing Co.
Scenario: Formally Chillin'
With: No one at the moment
Tags: N/A Yet

"Have ya heard? One of the sailors here got eaten by, what do they call 'em...? Yeah, those sirens!"
"This again? They must've struck a darn aggressive whale, that's all."
"Are ya kiddin' me Nelson? There's been reports of ships and sailors goin' missin' because of sirens! Ever since the Harbor's grown popular!"
"Lay off the drinks, Mel...you're starting to scare off my costumers. "

Heisen wished that he hadn't caught any of the ramblings of the drunken man when he passed by the duo. Although it was partially hard to avoid such a topic in this small seaside town; siren killings did not cease on being a "hot topic".

His boots that were fit for clinging onto a slippery deck and stained with whale blood and blubber splashed noisily onto the pavement, though it somehow looked a bit elegant than messy. The man was prepared to go on a trip tonight, of course, not alone. He had left some of the lesser crewmates back at the ship to see to the Siren's Demise's needs, while he followed after the ones he deemed more trustworthy, to fetch supplies.
One of them though wasn't supposed to have gone ahead with Tenebris, but they both ended up leaving his line of sight before he could say anything. Heisen didn't mind too much, as he trusted Tenebris to take care of things -- as he was his first mate. But Elora...

The man arrived outside of Brooke Fishing Co. with a sigh. His breath misting slightly in the cold salty air. He felt no need on entering as he felt that they would've been inside already. It was the only shop fit for the supplies they wanted that was open.
Hazel eyes glanced over at the window that made a quarter of the entrance and noticed the discount placed behind it.
Heisen nodded to himself and leaned against one of the windowless wall of the shop.

He had notified his wife of this trip, and as usual, received a heartfelt yet sad acceptance. She misses him dearly and so did his daughter; of course, he felt the same. But he can't stay long in Urchin Harbor without going back to the sea, else the songs inside his head decided to kill him before he could kill the singers. That was the majority of his reason, and there was also the riches and rewards that whale hunting had -- but over the years competition grew and grew, and now it's a race to snag one before another ship beats you to it.

Heisen shifted his position by the wall and suddenly raised his hand to knock at the door. Before his knuckle could knock, he stopped himself. They weren't exactly in a rush...but it would be great if they've finished up already. He'll try again after a few minutes.

coding; allrightsreserved
crucialstar
 


bucanera.ffp.png




With the coming of dusk the otherwise bubbly underwater world of one of many Urchin harbor's reefs started to transform into a desolate place. Every vividly colored anemone and coral crept back into their hive made of chalk and salt as every living thing fled from the impending witching hour, when the predators emerged from their hiding spots and prowled the shallow waters of the bay....

A small reef bass, no older than three months, having grown fat and lively off the plentiful food that the reef offered swam by the thick forest of seaweed that flanked the reef, the dark weeds almost like black bangs of hair of a gigantic creature as they waved lazily in the current...

A suitable hiding place for a small creature like the small bass with his vividly colored scales and round, beady eyes...
Two flaps of his tail fin sent the small fish towards the safe haven the seaweed offered....


Just for a pale hand to burst out of the undergrowth, its scaly hide covered in fiery red stripes...
It would be the last thing the little reef bass would see as the only remnants of his existence was soon to drift towards the surface in form of a hazy mist of blood and scraped off scales.


Carefully trying to edge the piece of fishbone out from between her sharp teeth Percuma lazily peeked out from her lair made of sea weed and numerous nets she had collected during her stay at Urchin bay.
Slowly sliding out of her hiding place the Siren's pale frame came into view, countless red stripes adorning her body as frilly fins kept her adrift, each bony appendage host to venomous glands that had ended so many human lives.
Percuma herself wasn't a nocturnal hunter, preferring to prey on unsuspecting humans during heatwaves and other beautiful weather. For they did not think there would be danger lurking around during those delightful days at the beach, yet Percuma knew to strike when they least expected it.

Night was when everyone was wary of the things that lurked in the murky waters of the harbor, the darkness somewhat of a symbolic threat for the land dwellers with their primal fear of swimming with a pitch black sky above them.

Rubbing her neck with the only hand she had the Siren's azure eyes wandered towards the surface, the fin-like appendages that lined her face sending bubbles skywards as she spied the familiar picture of the moon smiling down on her from her throne in the sky. One strong stroke of her fin sent Percuma towards the surface as the vividly colored Mohawk-like crest on her head protruded from the dark waters, followed by her pale visage with the ever-present, almost mocking, smile. It was one of those nights where the sounds of humans scurrying around the port echoed over the harbor, far into the bay. Attracting the attention of the siren who softly let the current guide her towards the shallows, submerged in the dark waters as she observed the humans from a save distance.

"Oh, it's one of those nights huh? Hoist the colors, let the wind guide us, aye? Heading out to once again reap the harvest of the seas? Humans are a droll folk." Percuma hummed to herself, knowing that with the whalers setting sail and heading out there would be plenty of potential prey to lead off course and to drag into the depths. Yet this didn't come with just survival, it came with a side a vengeance as Percuma's expression darkened at the thought, feeling the phantom pain in her missing limb as she gritted her sharp teeth.
Maybe this time she'd catch the one who was responsible for her feeding off easy prey and having to resort to her venom and cunning than her physical prowess.
"Sail on humans, you don't know what stranger tides will guide you to your doom." Percuma cooed, her smile widening as she let herself float on one of the many buoys that drifted in the harbor's outer reaches.



 
Deep within the darkening sea lay a large cave. It was completely dark inside except for the glow of a certain night time hunter. Along her otherwise dark body were a litter of bioluminescent dots that glowed in the otherwise dark cave. The spines that adorned her body were sharp and coated in a paralyzing poison. While not strong enough to kill it or particularly painful it was still something to be wary of. Underwater it could mean death for a human, being unable to escape her claws and teeth or swimming to the surface to breath.

Maeve looked towards the entrance of her cave. She didn't lay any farther to make sure that no one would attempt to enter her dwelling. No one usually did, most preferred the upper parts of the sea and the sunlight above. Occasionally she would swim up to check up on her prey. A few minutes were spent watching until it became to painful. Maeve preferred to darkness of the lower part of the sea. The brightness hurt her eyes. It made seeing harder and temporarily stunned her. She didn't like the brightness.

But now as the brightness started to go away and the only light was that of the moon Maeve would leave her home and stay out longer. She knew that it was the time where the humans would come out into the sea. And in large numbers no less. They were after the whales, hunting them for what she assumed was their flesh. Maeve grinned wide, her teeth were long and razor sharp. She was looking forward to the hunt. The fish that swam in the deep sea filled her belly but they were ugly. They had no treasures to offer her and their bones were not as unique.

Maeve raised from her laying position and swam out of her cave. She made her way up to the upper part of the sea. As she left the comfort of her dark dwelling she became increasingly more alert. There were others like her up there. They were not like the fish in the dark part of the sea. No they were smarter and some were faster. She would have to be careful or at least prepare herself for a fight.
 
Consumers vs Customers
Kiara Brooke
Kiara watched as the first customer of the night, a large man with a lot of facial hair, a whaler by the looks of it, as Kiara expected. She didn't expect anyone less than that to buy from her. However, the man's stature gave her a bit of a fright as usual. She was jumpier than usual, especially after her accident. Almost as if this man could smell her secret if he wanted to. But of course, he only asked for wet stones. "Oh, yes, whetstones! We have plenty of those."

She disappeared below the countertop and began to dig through several items before finally getting the wet stones that were presumably used for sharpening metal tools. Kiara put the wet stone on the counter before holding her hand out, expecting payment. She never hesitated with the payment, especially if she managed to find what the man was looking for so quickly. "That'll be four notes, please, for four whetstones."

Before long, it looked as if someone entered the premise. Kiara immediately recognized it as Elora Lafette. Her only childhood friend. Kiara had a select few friends, and Elora was one of them. Almost like an older sister, but not exactly. Kiara enjoyed trouble much more, but she had to be mature at the moment. "Elora, were you looking for something?"

Theflamre Theflamre Error404RealityFailed Error404RealityFailed Vol Vol
 
Consumers vs Customers
Kiara Brooke
Kiara watched as the first customer of the night, a large man with a lot of facial hair, a whaler by the looks of it, as Kiara expected. She didn't expect anyone less than that to buy from her. However, the man's stature gave her a bit of a fright as usual. She was jumpier than usual, especially after her accident. Almost as if this man could smell her secret if he wanted to. But of course, he only asked for wet stones. "Oh, yes, whetstones! We have plenty of those."

She disappeared below the countertop and began to dig through several items before finally getting the wet stones that were presumably used for sharpening metal tools. Kiara put the wet stone on the counter before holding her hand out, expecting payment. She never hesitated with the payment, especially if she managed to find what the man was looking for so quickly. "That'll be four notes, please, for four whetstones."

Before long, it looked as if someone entered the premise. Kiara immediately recognized it as Elora Lafette. Her only childhood friend. Kiara had a select few friends, and Elora was one of them. Almost like an older sister, but not exactly. Kiara enjoyed trouble much more, but she had to be mature at the moment. "Elora, were you looking for something?"

Theflamre Theflamre Error404RealityFailed Error404RealityFailed Vol Vol
He examined the Whetstone closely, dragging it across the bayonet the side of the weapon read demise. He hadn't put that there but he didn't dislike the weapon's true name it have it presence that it would lack without it's previous history. The weapon was rumoured to have killed a thousand men. It was a ridicules rumor but the wood ,a darkened red that would not be gained from any trees that would be found near by it supported its story of blood.
He placed the notes on the table "Good deal" he grunted he opened the bag slipping the stones into it. He was just about to leave when he heard a name it was familiar enough. He dropped the bag and turned to face the new woman. "Girl" all but growled out.
He took a few steps towards her ,all that was needed from the man to cross the store. He met the girl almost close enough for her to hear his breath. He pulled off his weapon bringing the bayonet to bear right next to her face "I am Gurges the first mate on the Siren's demise report to the ship with the corpse of a siren or I will report to the ship with yours" he said death read in his eyes as he stared down at the girl.
He laughed at his own joke a deep hardy laugh. Withdrawing the weapon and slinging it over his shoulder. He walked over to the bags grabbing them and easily hoisting the bags over his shoulders. "To be honest im more of the ship musician than a first mate" he pulls his accordian from the bag. He sits down "so girl what experence with whaling do you have" he asks.
Error404RealityFailed Error404RealityFailed
 

JONATHAN SMITH

"Yes, yes, I promise to stay alive--"
"And safe!"
"--And safe, love."

Jonathan bent down and placed a kiss on his wife's lips, but it did nothing to ease the woman's worry. Elizabeth looked at him sternly, and the sailor suddenly felt shorter under her gaze. "If you dare come back with an injury or worse, you're sleeping on the sofa." she said, crossing her arms. "Can't a man that spent hours hard at work have some rest with his lovely wife when he gets home?" he said. "Hard at work or drinking?" Elizabeth retorted. Jonathan flushed. It was true that he didn't always work everyday, and he was guilty as charged for drinking large amounts of alcohol just to feel a bit tipsy, and his wife didn't quite appreciate that.

The sailor sighed. "I'll try not to drink too when I get back, alright? I'll even buy you a dress of your liking. I saw you eyeing the window of that dress shop Nathan's lady owns." Elizabeth's glare softened. "You better. Now go and do your duties before that captain of yours comes knocking, wondering where you are, again." She embraced her husband before letting him go to prepare the Siren's Demise. "See you, love!" he called over his shoulder with a wave as he exited their abode, coat in hand and other equipment strapped to his belt.

Jonathan's coat was a gift from his wife on their first anniversary. It helps him cope with the tiring and troubling times at sea, as it reminds him of Elizabeth. He passed by other houses and stores as he made his way to where he knew the others were. Tenebris had been assigned to fetch some supplies, and Elora decided to tag along, and Nathan would most probably be with them, if he wasn't done talking to his family yet. Goodbyes are always the hardest. he thought to himself. Even if it isn't a permanent one. But you never know...

He neared Brooke Fishing Co. and was not the least surprised to find a certain someone waiting by the door. He approached the other male with a small grin. "Ahoy, Captain! How's fetching the supplies going? Is the lass causing any problem?"



Tags: Vol Vol
 
Elora smiled at Kiara, picking up a hook off the shelf. "Mostly I was looking for bait. We need to be able to keep a steady supply of fish on the shop while I'm awa-" She was quickly cut off by her new first mate who seemed to find humor in death threats. A bit disturbing, but Elora forced a laugh. "Well, my father took me on a few trips before... Nothing too much, just two. It was a crew he joined. Normally he just took my brother though." She picked up the few hooks she'd decided on and walked up to Kiara. "Nice to see ya by the way, haven't been out much? Could I just get some bait as well? Got to get this for pa."
D duegxybus Theflamre Theflamre
 
At Night we Prepare
Location: Outside of Brooke Fishing Co.
Scenario: Formally Chillin'
With: Jonathon Smith
Tags: Wolf Wolf Wolf Wolf


Before the familiar face came to greet him, Heisen's gaze was drawn to the bobbing movement of the waves that splashed against Urchin Harbor. As the darkness of the night grew near, the water eventually grew inkier, but never lost it's mystifying quality. He believed it was the moonlight's work on them, to make them shine as bright as a burning torch.

That was something he loved about the ocean. It's natural beauty and grace rivalled those of the serene forests back in areas of central America. But every rose has it's thorns, and he experienced it the hard way a long time ago, that the vast sea was as cruel as it was magnificent. Storms...starvation and dehydration...whales...sirens.

Of course there were many more, but the last one...fit the proper description of how treacherous yet alluring the ocean could be.

Yet that will never stop Man from attempting to conquer it.

He needed it to be free.

"Ahoy, Captain! How's fetching the supplies going? Is the lass causing any problem?"

Heisen pushed himself off the wall and nodded a greeting to Jonathon.
"Ciao, John. It seems to be going slowly, but nothing I -- I mean we, could fix," He replied.
"I believe Tenebris is with her so I'm not entirely worried, but the longer they stay in there, the higher chance of me barging in to tell them to hurry up seems to be so." Heisen glanced at the door again but refrained from entering.

"Anyhow, I assume you've already told Elizabeth that I'll be needing you for this? I'm glad your wife is quite understanding. Carol's the same, but she's missing more and more these past few years." Heisen drawled out a sigh, it was a heartfelt sadness rather than annoyance.
"I should be around Melanie more, of course. Being a father that's going away on trips with unknown return dates can prove so...troublesome. Good thing you don't have children, John."

coding; allrightsreserved
crucialstar
 

Murhata
Location: Just outside the ship docks
Time: Night
Feeling: Bored
Spare Thoughts: "Why is this patch of water so warm? Wait... EW! Gross!"
Murhata watched the ship docks from her position in the more shallow waters of the harbour (after moving away from the suspicious warm spot, that is). The boats there were still, all of their inhabitants preparing for the next leg of their journey. She looked around and found people walking along the shoreline. There was little to fear in the shallows, or so they were told. Sirens can't swim up this far, and even if they did they wouldn't be able to manipulate the water. Murhata chuckled to herself at how foolish humans could be. Not being able to control the water around her, was a small price to pay for such easy prey. In the ocean depths, the only human victor were on ships, and there was a risk of being harpooned, but in the shallows even the most vulnerable of the human spawn would step in the water without a care in the world. Murhata had the perfect hunting ground, even if it usually worked best during the day. Tonight, however, she had a good feeling. Something was going to happen tonight that was sure to be interesting.
 
Take Me With You
Kiara Brooke
Kiara tapped her foot patiently as she waited for something to happen. As she watched the humorous interaction between the two whalers, she wondered whether she could make a living off of whaling. At least tagging along on an expedition with them. That would be nice. She always wanted to go on a ship to get something bigger than a fish. Yet, after the accident, she'd been rather afraid of water.

Kiara was brought back to reality by Elora asking her about bait. The first thing she said was a soft "Hmm?" as the girl processed what Elora had to say. It was asking for bait. Kiara nodded quickly and walked off into the back, climbing over a small haystack to get the cold bait. She came back, clutching two large against her body. A normal human her size wouldn't be able to carry it that easily, but Kiara had so much experience shopkeeping it was almost second nature. She set them on the counter and held her hand out. "Bait is 4 notes, but for you I'll let you have both of these buckets for 3. If you let me go with you."

Error404RealityFailed Error404RealityFailed Theflamre Theflamre
 

JONATHAN SMITH

Jonathan listened patiently to what Nathan had to say. He could definitely understand where the other man was coming from. "I'm sure they're doin' alright. Maybe the shopkeep's just slower than usual? Or Tenebris decided to get to know the lass since she's part of the crew now. You know how friendly the guy can get." He remembered when he first met Tenebris. He was, given his smaller height and stature, rather intimidated by him, but as he got to know him, he soon learned of how he was actually a gentle soul, with a passion for music. The notes told of stories unheard of and emotions unfelt, and Jonathan admired the first mate for that.

"Aye, I told Elizabeth. And if by 'understanding' you mean she wouldn't let me sleep on the bed if I came home with so much as a scratch, then yes, she was rather understanding." Jonathan's smile didn't quite match his semi-annoyed tone as he recalled his previous conversation with the lovely woman. No matter how stern she was about his safety, he still loved her dearly. Her confidence and determination were two of the many things that drew him to her in the first place.

"Oh, and we're planning to have kids in the future. Ever since she met Melanie, she kept pestering me about wanting her own child. For any other man, that would be a dream come true, but... with my current schedule, I'm a bit, uh, hesitant. I want to be able to be there for my family, and watch my children grow everyday, you know?" Jonathan breathed in and sighed as he turned his gaze to the ocean, watching as the waves rolled by. "The life of a sailor is a tough one," his father used to tell him. Now he could understand why.



Tags: Vol Vol
 
Elora smiled at Kiara, picking up a hook off the shelf. "Mostly I was looking for bait. We need to be able to keep a steady supply of fish on the shop while I'm awa-" She was quickly cut off by her new first mate who seemed to find humor in death threats. A bit disturbing, but Elora forced a laugh. "Well, my father took me on a few trips before... Nothing too much, just two. It was a crew he joined. Normally he just took my brother though." She picked up the few hooks she'd decided on and walked up to Kiara. "Nice to see ya by the way, haven't been out much? Could I just get some bait as well? Got to get this for pa."
D duegxybus
Theflamre Theflamre
He smiled at the forced laugh "if your pa is going fishing I would actually warn him about going to far out , never know where sirens might lurk" he said before picking up his bags. "We probably won't set off this night but try and be there by early morning" he said before setting off. The large man ranged towards the Siren's Demise a basic whaling ship by all accounts but it was home to him. He had much to do on the ship till he ready , well he was incorrect he had rounded up three of the worst performing sailors cut the worst out of that and the other two would do prep. He left the bags telling them not to fuck this up least they be cut too, men who were cut rarely found more work as any sort of fisherman especially a whaler. For now he would indulge his own pastime he pulled forth his accordion and began the genital push and pull the instrument was know for , his fingers moved with great dexterity from key to key as he began his walk down the road. To be honest he didn't like talking to few to much before a journey they use all their jokes. So he went of in search of the captain playing his favorite instrument and singing his favorite songs , after all why not have fun while looking for him.
D duegxybus Vol Vol Wolf Wolf Wolf Wolf
 
Last edited:
Boaz L. Clement

The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.
Lemony Snicket

c63eeed34b313ecffc33c4b821869a18.jpg



"Too late, sonny. I already hav'a crew. Don' need anotha sailor, no matter how capable."

Boaz clenched his jaw, tired of trying to change this Southern captain's mind. He had explained to the weathered old captain that he was strong enough for the job, but the captain still would have none of it. Boaz held his tongue before something insulting would come out, frustrated, tired and cold. They were standing on the beach, away from the still-bustling harbour, being whipped by the freezing winds, the cover of the night already upon them, stars splashed across the sky like water spilling across the sand.

This night was a lot like that night eight years ago, that dark terrible night when Boaz's father was murdered in cold-blood. Literally. At the mention of sirens, a deep loathing began to boil within Boaz. Hatred had been his companion ever since that night, and it was growing still to this day. It was Boaz's driving force, his main motivation, leading him to all different kinds of captains, looking for a spot in their crews. But his effort reaped no reward---every time he was denied. Boaz had every right to be tired. "Cmon, give me at least a chance. I've got a promise to keep---I've got to avenge my pa and---" he answered, trying one last time. The captain held his hand up, cutting him off. "Like I said, boy, I ain't needin' any more men. Go home, before ye get yourself in trouble, or worse---killed." Boaz stiffened, biting his tongue once more before it had a chance to trash talk.

Boaz turned around, hands in his pockets, straight for the docks. He went to the very edge, staring at the dark, murky waters that lapped up at him. He balled his fists and sat down, his legs dangling over the waters. He knew it was dangerous. He knew he was inviting trouble, luring the sirens towards him---he knew it all. He just simply didn't care. Let them come, he thought bitterly. It's not like I have anything anymore. Which was true. Boaz had left home over a year ago, vowing to avenge his father, leaving Mr. Goodwill by himself. The old man had tired to change his adoptive son's mind, but to no avail. Months after he had left home, Boaz had heard that Mr. Goodwill had left to return back to his old village, among family and friends. Boaz hadn't known what to think of it, except maybe feel ashamed. Somehow, he knew that it was his fault for Mr. Goodwill's departure. Boaz remembered an old story Papa used to tell him, the one about the prodigal son, who went out into the world thinking that everything out there was everything he needed to fulfill his life. He set off with his half of his father's wealth, spent it all on useless material things and in the end, ended up with nothing.

"He had to work as a pig shepherd," told his papa as he held then eight-year-old Boaz on his lap. "Why, he was so hungry, even the pig food looked delicious!" His papa had laughed, while little Boaz cringed in disgust, while saying. "Did he really really eat it?" His papa nodded. "Oh yes, he did. Had no other choice, the poor lad. Finally, when he could take no more, he fell to his knees and lamented out to God, saying he had been so foolish to leave his papa's house. He promised that he'd go back to his father and plead for mercy, even work as a servant! And so, he got up and walked all the way back home, expecting nothing but reprimand and scolding. And you know what the prodigal son's papa did when he laid eyes on his son?"
"I bet he gave him the strap," answered Boaz. "For leavin' his papa and all."
Boaz's papa laughed, a big hearty one. "Oh yes, he could've," he responded. "But no---instead, he cried tears of joy! Finally, his son had come back home! The father hugged his son and told the servants to get him dressed in the finest clothing and to prepare a feast, all because his prodigal son had finally come home."

Boaz's papa had told him that this was exactly how God would react when one of his prodigal children would finally realize who their Father in heaven was, and come back home. There'd be no scolding or punishment---just joy and forgiveness. His papa had said that he had been a prodigal son once. But when he finally came to his senses, he was expecting abandonment from God. "But instead," he had said, a twinkle in his gray eyes. "I got accepted and welcomed, and that's why I'm here, doin' God's holy work as a preacher."

Now, Boaz sensed the strange connection. He was that prodigal son, just like in the story. He had spent all his money a long time ago, and now he had nothing. But he just couldn't go back. He couldn't bear to face Mr. Goodwill and everyone else back at the village and explain everything, just like that. Mr. Goodwill wasn't even his real father...

Boaz sighed, staring glumly into the water. He felt tears beginning to form. He hadn't cried in forever---but that didn't mean he was about to.
"You said you wan'ed a chance, boy?"
The voice nearly scared Boaz out of his skin. Boaz turned around to see the same Southern captain, staring back down at him, a cigar in his mouth. "Yessir," answered Boaz. "Just one." The captain pulled the cigar out of his mouth and continued. "Well, I can giv' ya that chance real quick here," he responded. "But you gotta explain to me this one thing." Boaz gazed up at the old man expectantly, more than a little confused.
"What's this with avenging your poppa?" inquired the captain. "You mentioned it b'fore."
"Oh," answered Boaz, his gaze downcast. "He..uh---got killed by sirens. That's why I wanted to get on a ship with a crew. To go---"
"Siren-hunting?" finished the captain. He gave Boaz a cautioned look. "What makes ya think you can do something as stupid and as dangerous as that, boy?"
"I'm not afraid," answered Boaz simply yet cockily, as he looked back to the sea. "I'll be the first one if I have to." Boaz could feel the old captain's scrutinizing gaze on him as he chewed on his tobacco cigar. "I know someone," he finally said. "A captain he is---that could use a lad like you."
Boaz turned around immediately, his grey eyes wide with a spark of hope. "Who?" he inquired.
"His name's Nathaniel Derek Heisen. A whaler like me, but no ordinary one. He's willin' to hunt sirens too. Lately, he's been gatherin' up men for another voyage, though most have already been employed by now. I even heard that he's got a woman on board too." Boaz smirked slightly at this, already doubting the captain's judgment. Boaz was no sailor, but he had often heard that women brought bad luck on board. It was too dangerous for a women anyway, especially with the prospect of siren-hunting. No wonder why the old captain thought that this 'Nathaniel Derek Heisen' needed a lad like Boaz.
"Where can I find him?" asked the young man, standing up. The captain chewed on his cigar for a moment, thinking. "Your best chance is Brooke Fishing Co., where most fishermen get all their supplies. No doubt the captain or one of his men are there, stockin' up for the voyage. Look for a man with dark hair, intense-lookin' eyes and dressed like some sort of lord. Then you'll know you found the right man. Tell 'im ol' Walter sent ya."

Boaz felt his heart soar. Finally, some satisfaction. He shook hands with the old captain. "Be careful, sonny," advised the captain. "Sirens are one of God's most cunningly beautiful creations. Before you know it, you'll be entracin' your way to hell." Boaz nodded, taking the advice to heart. That was something Mr. Goodwill would've told him, if he had approved of siren-hunting at all. Boaz tried looking for the shop, but to no avail, and by the time he did, Boaz as nearly frozen to a popsicle. He found the entrance blocked by two men, older than him by a decade or two. They were in the middle of a conversation about having a family and children, while Boaz froze out there in the cold. More than a little irritated, and in no mood to be polite, he cut in as the younger man of the two was saying how he and his wife were planning to have children.
"And I'm planning to catch my death here, so do you mind?"


Vol Vol
Wolf Wolf Wolf Wolf

(A bit rusty so)
 
Last edited:
The upper part of the sea was very different from what Maeve was used to. No many how many times she swam up it was something that she always recalled. In the darkness of her home didn't have nearly as many colorful fish. And the temperature was more warmer than below as well. But now with the sun gone and the moon shining bright, the darkness of the sea didn't bother her. She was quite accustomed to it because of where she resided.

She looked around for any threats. Maeve knew that there were bound to be others like her around. With all the humans coming out to hunt she was sure that there would be fighting amongst them all. Maeve wanted to avoid conflict. It could end in her death, either by siren or human. She would not run away if challenged though, especially is one of them attempted to take her treasures.

Finally Maeve swam up and surfaced. The pale glow of the moon didn't hurt her like the sun did. Her eyes and part of her head were the only things that could be seen. The humans were getting their boats ready. With malicious glee in her eyes Maeve watched them from afar. The thought of all those treasures and skulls that awaited her made the dark being smile.
 
Percival sat at the dock, a fishing pole in his hands while he watched the whaling ships. As much as he would love to join in on one of the crews, he knew that, due to being deaf, he would be nothing short of a liability to a crew. Sighing what he assumed to be quietly, Percival leaned against the post beside him. Ever since the incident, he had been both eager and reluctant to even try to join up with a crew, so he had been sticking to his peace and quiet- not that much could be done about the last bit. Feeling a tug on his pole, he reeled up a small fish, nodded in appreciation, and tossed it in his cooler- normally nothing came this near the docks at whaling hour, he assumed the noise of the whaling ships tended to drive them off.
Percival looked behind him, over his shoulder to ensure nobody would surprise him- not that he was paranoid, far from it. Simply due to the fact that it's really hard to not sneak up on a deaf man. Chuckling to himself at his mental mockery of his disability, Percival decided to pack up and watch the ships leave from a closer vantage. He packed up his small cooler- in truth, that was just what he called it, he never could remember if there was a more technical term for a box half-filled with seawater to hold fish- and walked toward the bustling docks, deciding he would see the other sailors off if nothing more.
 
At Night we Prepare
Location: Outside of Brooke Fishing Co.
Scenario: A semi-tense conversation
With: Jonathan Smith, Tenebris Gurges, Boaz L. Clement
Tags: Wolf Wolf Wolf Wolf // Theflamre Theflamre // madame moiselle madame moiselle


"I'm sure they're doin' alright. Maybe the shopkeep's just slower than usual? Or Tenebris decided to get to know the lass since she's part of the crew now. You know how friendly the guy can get."
Heisen merely grunted in response to that, as he knew exactly how friendly Gurges could get. If it wasn't for his attitude, an odd combination of being stern yet carefree, that the younger man wouldn't have become his First Mate. Though if he had to think realistically, it was probably more about his uncanny musical talent. Both seemed about right.

"Aye, I told Elizabeth. And if by 'understanding' you mean she wouldn't let me sleep on the bed if I came home with so much as a scratch, then yes, she was rather understanding."
His head tilted a fraction when he watched Johnathon's lips forced out a smile. After a matter of seconds, one of the corner's of his own curved up and he offered him a faint half-smile. No wonder their wives got along so well; they both seemed to understand one another's situation, with their husbands leaving for the sea and having a possibility, which they dared not speak aloud, of not returning.
To Heisen, it was often that case. Caroline might not speak of it but whenever he stared deeply into her brown eyes, when he had to leave, he saw and felt it there; the horrifying and daunting possibility...
Even after 13 years of whaling and returning after each trip, he saw it. If he wasn't a haunted man, he would've stopped a long time ago, preferably the year his daughter had been born, and taken up fishing instead. But Heisen was a haunted man; but it were not apparitions that stalked him and attacked when he's alone with his thoughts, but a single magnificent voice of a female that often grew into a harmonious death choir.
Caroline still continued to stand by his side even with his inner conflict, and for that, he believed he was truly blessed with such an outstanding woman, let alone a precious daughter.

I want to be able to be there for my family, and watch my children grow everyday, you know?"
He followed the seasoned sailor's gaze to the murky waves that lapped against the harbor, each one patterned with it's own streaks of moonlight reflecting off it's surface.
"You've basically said something along the lines of my own wife, isn't that quite funny." Heisen mumbled as his eyes instinctively narrowed as a sharp sea breeze flitted past them. 'As well as what my heart yearns for, but not my mind. Not yet.'


Despite being on board the Siren's Demise as a resilient sailor for 5 years, Heisen didn't tell Johnathon to his face that he was deeply glad to have him as a crewmember; having short discussions of similar family matters with someone you worked with was surprisingly relieving . Actually, he did say it a few times but those don't count, to him anyways, as he wasn't sober.

His attention on the ocean was torn away by an unfamiliar voice that cut into their private conversation --
"And I'm planning to catch my death here, so do you mind?"
Heisen's brows furrowed at the sudden intrusion and he only bothered to turn slightly to the side, so his front was still facing Johnathan, and locked stares with the newcomer. 'Dark-skinned with eyes of a trouble-maker.'
"There's other ways in Urchin Harbor to meet one's end,
boy, and interrupting a simple conversation amongst a particular crowd can be one. In which I mean they would kill you with whatever they had on them during their talk for that, and I say that's a waste of their time." He said with a degree of intensity. A bad quality of his in which he details whatever he has to say at a certain level without realising it. Usually his sharp retorts lose it's edge because of it...

His tongue was ready to lash out one more remark but he stopped himself when he heard the notes of a certain accordion cut through the silence of the night. Surely enough, Gurges was making his way towards them. Heisen closed his eyes and inhaled.

'If Tenebris is out here, who's with Lafette...?'
coding; allrightsreserved
crucialstar
 
Last edited:
Laying on a rock that pierced the surface of the water was a long and lithe form, the creature's arms folded as a place for the creature to rest its head. The top half of his body was that of a human male, his hair wet and sticking to the curves of the wet naked torso. The male lifted his head, revealing a pretty face as he looked up at the moon. Grinning, his sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight as the long, green scaled tail that took the place of his legs swayed under the water. Wisteria always enjoyed this rock, it was hidden from view by other larger rocks but if he so wished Wisteria could prompt himself up on his hands and look over the rocks to look at harbor which was ways away.

The grin on his face only widen at the sight of the boats getting ready to take sail, the expression making his pretty face into something sinister. Pushing off of the rocks, he lowered himself into the water. For some reason, Wisteria was feeling good about tonight, good enough that he simply swam past the poor fish that couldn't find a decent hiding place in time.

Swimming out of the area he had marked as his territory, he looked around cautiously. He never did like to fight as much as other sirens but if one attacked him or swam onto his territory he would fight and he would be damned if he lost. Getting closer to the harbor, he made sure to stay a few feet below the surface so hardly anyone could see him and there he saw it, the image of young male that was distorted by the wavy surface of the murky water. Grinning, the moonlight that managed to make its way through the water shone on his shiny black hair and made his sharp teeth look more menacing. Swimming behind a close by rock, his head broke the surface of the water with minimal noise to see the boy now talking with an older man. Knowing it was probably a bad idea to attack right now, he pouted before going back under the water as his prey moved away.

'He will be mine soon.' He thought to himself, as she swam away to look for more prey.

madame moiselle madame moiselle
 
Boaz L. Clement

Not everyone likes me, but not everyone matters.
Boaz L. Clement

c63eeed34b313ecffc33c4b821869a18.jpg



Boaz's deadpanned gaze landed on the man. The chap was noticeably shorter than Boaz, but his gaze was
intensifying, able to bring even the mightiest men to their knees. He wore somewhat expensive-looking material, signifying he definitely had never experienced life in the slums. Boaz noted how his sharp retort had unnecessarily become into some small speech, losing it's asperity immediately. He rolled his eyes. "You know what's a waste of my time?" he answered, nudging both men out of the way so he could enter the store, welcoming its warmth.

"Hearing you ramble on uselessly about shit no one needs to hear." He kept his pace, glancing around to see whoever was the owner of this place. His gray eyes landed on a girl probably a year or two younger than him. She had a smooth, pale complexion with deep hazel-brown eyes and dark and short navy blue hair.
"Hey you," he called out to her. "Has anyone by the name of Captain Nathaniel Derek Heisen come in here and if he did, where'd he go?"


Vol Vol
Wolf Wolf Wolf Wolf
D duegxybus

(short post unfortunately)
 
Last edited:
He
Boaz L. Clement

Not everyone likes me, but not everyone matters.
Boaz L. Clement

c63eeed34b313ecffc33c4b821869a18.jpg



Boaz's deadpanned gaze landed on the man. The chap was noticeably shorter than Boaz, but his gaze was
intensifying, able to bring even the mightiest men to their knees. He wore somewhat expensive-looking material, signifying he definitely had never experienced life in the slums. Boaz noted how his sharp retort had unnecessarily become into some small speech, losing it's asperity immediately. He rolled his eyes. "You know what's a waste of my time?" he answered, nudging both men out of the way so he could enter the store, welcoming its warmth.

"Hearing you ramble on uselessly about shit no one needs to hear." He kept his pace, glancing around to see whoever was the owner of this place. His gray eyes landed on a girl probably a year or two younger than him. She had a smooth, pale complexion with deep hazel-brown eyes and dark and short navy blue hair.
"Hey you," he called out to her. "Has anyone by the name of Captain Nathaniel Derek Heisen come in here and if he did, where'd he go?"


Vol Vol
Wolf Wolf Wolf Wolf
D duegxybus

(short post unfortunately)
He stopped playing abruptly his gaze fell on the man a stern and vicious gaze. He turned away to walk towards his captain "the new metal items are on board captain and prep is going well for the voyage." He straightened his back (something he rarely did) to show his full height. He took a few measured steps towards his captain not to far away but not within reach. "Sorry I went ahead I felt I should hurry before any good deals were stolen" honestly he hadn't been paying attention and his larger legs had carried him faster than he had realise. "What do we need still?" He asked he was trying his best to keep him self calm he had lived a good bit of his life on the streets and hated those who thought it have them the right to be rude. But he was a man of principles and those bound him to keep his temper hidden while in his captains sights.
Wolf Wolf Wolf Wolf Vol Vol D duegxybus
 
Germin was unloading the ship from his most recent whaling adventure. Doing the dirty work as the new guy. Throwing intestines and other nasty bits of the whale into the water. As they were unusable for oil creation, chum and food. He figured that the harbor would stop sharks, seals, and other predetors from trying to attack him, so he continues bucket load by bucket load. He was working while the rest of the crew were in town, buying equipment, drinking, or simply waiting.
[Open for interaction]
 

JONATHAN SMITH

Jonathan could tell what Nathan was thinking the moment he told the other man what he wanted. "At least your child still has her parents with 'er. And her real ones too." The sailor has long since then stopped caring about his old parents, the ones that abandoned him, but he still felt a little sting whenever he remembers his adopted parents. They supported him and loved him like their own. Then, feeling himself start to become a tad bit emotional again, turned his head to look at his captain.

Nathan had a stormy look in his eyes. Jonathan knew that something was troubling him, something besides not being able to be there for his daughter, but he wasn't sure what it was. Best respect his privacy. So he kept quiet and let the silence accompany them.

At least, the silence did accompany them until a whiny voice cut through it. Jonathan narrowed his eyes at the offender and let his gaze settle into a glare. "No one asked ya to listen in, kid. Pick your fights wisely." He eyed the brat as he entered the store, bristling slightly. Thank the heavens I wasn't raised like that. Wouldn't be alive until now if that were the case. he said to himself.

Jonathan snapped out of his internal rant when he heard Tenebris approaching. The music helped calm him down. "All the sails and ropes are still good, though we're running low on spare. Also, one o' the mast's startin' to wear down. I told the rest of the crew to reinforce it with some planks."



Tags: Vol Vol Theflamre Theflamre madame moiselle madame moiselle
 
Last edited:
While we wait / Navigation
Kiara Brooke
While Kiara waited on a response from Elora regarding the bait and the pricing as well as her own proposal about letting her go on the voyage for the crew's safety as well as for the sake of adventure, a man walked into the store. He couldn't have been a year or two older than she was, and had a dark face and dark hair. That's all that Kiara could notice before the man asked her a question.

The way he addressed her seemed a little brash, which made Kiara flinch a little at his manners. Normally, she'd just go with the man and try to help him find the captain, but she had a store to run here.
"There are some men standing outside. Ask them. They know more about Captain Heisen and whaling than I ever will." She rested her elbows on the countertop and pursed her lips, staring down at the ground as she contemplated actually helping this man. "Actually, on second thought, I'll go and help you talk to those outside." She turned back to Elora. "Elora, just put the money on the counter and the bait's all yours. I trust you enough. I have to help this man with something."

Kiara walked out from behind the counter and motioned for the man to follow her. She walked out of the front door of the store into the chilly seaside air. The smell of fish and sea salt hit her hard, but she managed to compose herself before turning to the men outside. "Pardon my intrusion, sir, but have you any knowledge of where I can find Captain Nathaniel Derek Heisen? This man here needs to talk to him." Kiara signaled to the dark skinned, dark haired younger man (Boaz).

Wolf Wolf Wolf Wolf Error404RealityFailed Error404RealityFailed madame moiselle madame moiselle Vol Vol


Sorry about the delay guys~ I still love you!


 

Users who are viewing this thread

Back
Top