Captain on the Bloody Maiden
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Post by Captain Waters on Nov 27, 2017 20:23:19 GMT
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The noise of boots against the weathered wood mixed with the waves lapping at the shore and pier. The crew was strapping the boat they took into the shallower waters to the pier, as the redhead stepped up on the pier.
She carried herself with slightly slouched shoulders, tired after a night with very few hours spent sleeping and a full day hard at work with the maps.
She started to walk and the crew-members who were with her to help sell the Maidens wares followed. Few were left on the ship to make sure no other pirates got the idea of plundering her ship as it rested on the waves a good distance from shore.
She set a pleasant but quick tempo and they reached the tavern quickly. She would like to give the men a chance to unwind and have some fun before they would talk with merchants and other people who were willing to trade with pirates. She could probably sell it to others on the mainland too, but the Scavengers Port was the best place and you got a fair price for your loot.
The door a small smile lingered shortly on her lips as she listened to her crew jape about how they would drink and whore till they passed out. Callista herself wouldn't mind participating in the drinking part, but just as she shared very little about herself she rarely shared her bed with anyone but herself and her nightmares. It was just too complicated to explain why she would wake, screaming bloody murder and other profanities at the darkness around her.
The tavern was filled with all kinds of people, mostly men and girls who made their living off of the men and their money. The air seemed thick with smoke from pipes, candles and it was heavy with the scent of sweat, booze, and warmth.
The redhead didn't feel safe here, but she never really did, so she had learnt to recognize it as safety, despite still having to be aware that she could need to call her crew off of a serving wrench when they threw back enough ale to stop thinking with their heads.
She pulled a chair out at a table placed off to the side, so she could sit with the wall against her back and watch the tavern with her icy blue eyes.
A serving girl hurried to the captains table with a charming smile, when she recognized the red hair under the hat.
"Captain Waters! It be a joy to see ye here, what can I do for ye?"
Callista laid her gaze on the lady and with a hoarse voice and a small, welcoming smile on her lips, which didn't quite reach her eyes, she answered.
"A round of rum for the crew, darlin'. "
She leaned back against the back of her chair and adjusted her coat and the belt holding the sheathed short cutlasses and awaited the order and watched the crew follow the spirited Marilyn to relieve her of several servings of rum. Shortly after the girl was back at the table with Callista's drink, she put it on the table with a smile and left her to her own. Callista's eyes followed her quartermaster as he disappeared into the masses with the rest of the crew.
Callista hoped to drown the memories of her nightmares, to escape into dreamless sleep, coaxed forth by the burning rum, when she hit the hay later.
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Had an angel on my shoulder,
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Post by Earindil Wavesplitter on Dec 3, 2017 9:22:20 GMT
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Earindil Wavesplitter
Fish in a bowl
Earindil dragged himself out of the water. Powerful as his tail was, it was virtually useless on the beach. Unless he wanted to look like a seal, but he was much too proud for that. When he made it far enough away from the water, he turned that tail into legs. He'd brought some clothes along with him. They were wet, but so was he, so he changed into them quickly. He wrung his long hair out and took a deep breath of air. He hadn't walked on land in some time, being king and all. It was nice. He tied his hair back in a loose ponytail. There was a knife on his hip, just in case. He rested his hand on it and started walking. Scavenger's Port was no place for a king. At least, he'd heard that time and time again. He knew there was money to be made there, if one knew where to look. He wasn't selling anything on that particular day. Indeed, there was no real reason for him to be there. He was bored. Dorsina had been running itself lately and Earindil had tasted freedom in his youth. He couldn't help it. After a bit of walking, he entered the tavern. He'd only visited once or twice before, but since he was on land he may as well have a land drink or two. From the look of it, there was already a pirate crew enjoying some time off. The ghost of a smile graced his lips as he watched them act like fools. He wondered if he'd ever been that drunk. He probably had, at least once. He pushed past a few reveling pirates on his search for a table. He found one near the wall. There was already someone sitting at the table next to it. Someone who had the same idea he did. He sat facing her, but hardly noticed her. At first. Was that red hair? Didn't he know someone with red hair? A serving girl asked what he wanted, bringing him back to the present. He smiled warmly at her. "Spiced rum, if you have it." She went off to get his drink, leaving him to get lost in thought again. He stole a glance at the woman pirate sitting a table away. Red hair. He rested his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers. Red hair... ( Captain Waters )
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Captain on the Bloody Maiden
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Post by Captain Waters on Dec 10, 2017 15:13:00 GMT
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She watched the crowds as they moved and new faces as well as familiar ones appeared and dissappeared. She was staring into nothing for a few moments when someone moved to sit down at the table beside her. Her icy blye eyes followed him for a short moment, as he moved past her crew to the table.
He seemed familiar. His strong build, his dark hair with the streaks of lighter browns. Those eyes... She looked down into her drink. It seemed foolish to start remembering the past now. Especially with so much to do tomorrow. She knew where she would end if she did. Either eay she would be a fury to deal with the next day. So she threw back the rest of the half full cup of rum.
With half an ear she heard what the man wanted to drink at the other table. Spiced rum... Who eve drank that. It she prefered the golden liquid as it was. Sure you could throw some spice in, but it seemed so unfitting in the red-heads mind. Perhaps she simply preferred to know no one had spiced her drink with some strange herb.
She waved at the serving girl, as she was leaving to go get the man his order.
"Missy, a flagon please..."
She raised her empty cup and earned a nod and a smile from her. She shot her a small smile and leaned back into her chair, placed the cup on the table and took her hat off. She revealed her red hair, which had begun to twist in chunks. She started to scrabe salt off her hat, before she shook it out and palced it back on her head. She was far from estatic about spending time on land, but the crew were no merfolk and they needed the and just as much as she needed the sea. She didn't feel liek she could return to the kingdom of Dorsina. She no longer fit in the guard, she had come to care too little about their rules and regulations, she would end up in prison. Perhaps killed for disobedience. So she chose to be as close to home as she could. Just right on top of it.
Her flagon came around and so did the mans spiced rum. She poured herself a cup and watched the liquid fill the cup. Her back ached as she ended up being reminded of how she had been doused in rum to clean her wounds. He drank deeply from the cup and the burning sensation rivalled the memory of the rum against her back, as it travelled down her throat.
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Had an angel on my shoulder,
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Post by Earindil Wavesplitter on Dec 11, 2017 1:13:36 GMT
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Earindil Wavesplitter
Fish in a bowl
She seemed to recognize him as well; their eyes had met for a brief second before both looked away. He had to have known her at some point. She removed her hat and he got a very good look at that red hair. That was all his mind seemed to focus on. He knew others with red hair, of course, but those were people he saw often enough. That was the thing about living a long time; you'd meet someone in your youth, and then if they went away for a few centuries, you'd forget them. Or at least Earindil did. He figured that was what happened. He knew the redhead from somewhere, but the memory was gone from him.
The serving girl came back with his drink and he thanked her for it. He took a long swig. It was probably one of the better drinks he'd had - or remembered having. He'd more than likely come back again in the future. For the time being, he racked his brain. If he remembered this woman from long ago, she had to have been in Dorsina at some time. That meant she was a mermaid. He knew so many of those, that hardly narrowed it down. Okay, so she was a redhead and a mermaid. He glanced at her again to try and see what color her eyes were. She'd put the hat back on and he couldn't tell. Blue or green, perhaps? He couldn't say.
Part of him wanted to approach her and ask who she was. That seemed too straightforward. No, a pirate type like her would surely not appreciate that. On the other hand, his curiosity was tearing him up.
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Post by Captain Waters on Dec 13, 2017 19:28:09 GMT
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He seemed awfully familiar. She remembered his face. From... Somewhere. Sea? She ransacked her memory and found that she did remember him from the sea. So he was a merman? Or a pirate? A quick sideways glance confirmed he was the first. He looked nothing like the brutes and sleazy personalities she bartered and drank with.
She drank again. As she drank it hit her. Like a giant blue whale ramming into her. She had seen him on land and in the sea! Now she stared at him with an almost sullen glare.
Who. Was. He. She knew very few merfolk from both the land and the sea. She wanted to make sure he was not here to drag her to depths to stand trial for plundering and sinking ships in Dorsina waters...
She examined his features more closely and sipped at her drink. Dark hair, tall, and strong. Drenched - more or less. Then it hit her again. This time she was thrown into a coughing fit. She leaned on the table and placed her cup on the table.
This. Was. Great.
How could she be so unfortunate? Had the god of the sea decided he didn't like her anymore?
Her neighbour was the bloody King of Dorsina...
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[newclass=.box2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #772929;[/newclass] | I lost hope when I was still so young,
Had an angel on my shoulder,
But the devil always won... |
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Post by Earindil Wavesplitter on Dec 17, 2017 12:26:54 GMT
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Earindil Wavesplitter
Fish in a bowl
He thought he caught her glancing at him even after he had tried his best to appear uninterested. He wasn't good at appearing to be things. Well, another glance couldn't hurt.
Oops, she was staring at him. Not to be intimidated, he stared back. That is, until she fell into a coughing fit. Had she figured out who he was? He was behind, then.
He took another drink and a breath. Still holding his cup, he stood, slowly enough. No sudden moves. Then the Wavesplitter sauntered to her table and offered a charming smile. "Alright, there?" He paused for a chuckle, "I don't want to bother you, but might I join you? I've traveled a long way and I'd like some company. And, it's embarrassing, but I feel as though I've met you before." Speaking to her gave him a reason to study her face, to make eye contact. Blue eyes after all. Fair skin, and unmarked, albeit a bit dirty. Of course, that was to be expected. And there it was again: red hair. Like fire, but under the sea.
By the Gods, - the realization no doubt showed on his face - Callista?
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