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[thepoeticmaster2121]

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Cast

Thepoeticmaster2121
RPC- Captain Angel Stone
RPC- Mayor Alexander Skims A.K.A Mr. Skims

Sean Renaud
Liam (Primary)- First Mate of the Trident
Sparky Sparky Boom Man (NPC, random Trident Guy)
The Captain (NPC)

Dutchrain
RPC: Dora
NRPC's: Joshua; Dora's major domus
Anna; a maid.
Tabea; a maid.

TheWhovian
RPC: Mr. Simpson (Cook)
RPC: Father Cornelius Kent (Anglican Priest)
NPC: Cassandra

Virgininneed
RPC: Laina - maid, waitress
NPC: Jack - one of the boys at Dora's

Velena Night
Rpc- Captain Erin Storm
Rpc- Madam Sera. Part owner of the House of Delight
Npc- Chester "mallet" O'Malley- captain Storm's first mate
Npc- Demi, captain storms cat



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The roar of the canons always woke him up

It was strange because they weren’t even the loudest thing that faithful stormy day. No his fathers ship slamming into the pirate hunters ship had been much more louder that night sounding out above the thunder and the lighting crashing down all around them. It had been a fools ideas born out of no other real choice. His dad’s ship the Ghost was outgunned by the hunter ship and the surprise attack had crippled their sails and left them unable to get away or put up a real right dad was a good sailor and an even better pirate but even he knew when he was outmatched.

Of course his son was on board, which was why he couldn’t give up. Angel shouldn’t have even been on the ship that day in the first place; his father had been on one of his rare visits to his mother when he snuck aboard the ship and hid in the cargo hold. He was ten years old at the time and his head was filled with dreams of being a fearsome pirate just like his dad. He snuck aboard in hopes that his dad would find him and make him first mate; teach him how to be a fearsome pirate so they could both be the bane of the sea.

Instead he had been pissed, telling Angel off for sneaking aboard and telling his crew to turn back around. His father’s words still rung in his ears some times.

“A pirate ship is no place for a boy”

Angel slowly rose out of bed, pushing the memories back into his mind as he ignored the naked girls sleeping on either side of him. He carefully extracted himself from the bed and turned pausing to swipe the rum nestled in the middle of their clothes and taking a deep refreshing swig of the liquid. It helped chase away the last of the dream and Angel turned pulling on his simple leggings and white shirt before putting his two crisscrossing bandoliers on. Most of his weapons and clothes were still on his ship The Ghost named after his fathers own ship. She was a decent Brig with six sails, a gun deck sporting forty canons, and a naval ram that could tear up even the toughest Man O War’s she was his most prized possession and he and his crew took as much care of it as if it was their own mother.

He pulled on his brown boots and went to the door gently opening it and wincing as the harsh Caribbean sunlight hit him, he saw a few monkeys scampering after a rat and he ignored them instead waving at a few passing civilians as he stepped onto the dirt street. Nassau was thriving well, between his leadership and the other pirate captains most of the slaves had houses to call their own as well as freedom. Angel still remembered when he had showed up to save them attacking the fleet they were sailing under and taking control of the ships they were being transported in. Most of them couldn’t believe he had come to save them instead of turn a profit on them and it was only until they were safely on the island that would become Nassau that they began to relax and celebrate their freedom.

“Angel!” his first mate Waley called walking up to him and nodding “Mr. Skims wants to speak to you at the meeting house”

“Did he say what for?” Angel asked walking with the man towards the meeting house “Please tell me he doesn’t have another ridiculous request for us”

Mr. Skims was the “mayor” of Nassau he was the tribal chief of the tribe of Africans on the ship and when they began to colonize Nassau every one turned to him for leadership. Angel was fine to let him run the day-to-day things, he was still a pirate after all and his crew was always itching to go pull more and more cargo to sell from the seas. He and the other pirate captains helped him rule as more and more people came to Nassau and its “free” state.

“He said he would only talk to the captain of the ship” Whaley said shaking his head in disgust “the man is getting a bigger head than you Angel and I don’t like it one bit”

“Easy Whaley” Angel said clapping his back and reaching the towns main square “Soon we will be out on the high seas again making our fortune for now go get a drink” Angel said handing him a few coins “on me”

Whaley nodded and left joining some of the others at the simple bar set up. Angel paid him no mind, instead walking up to the house they were using as a meeting point. The others had yet to arrive so he leaned against the wooden post drinking the last of his rum and waiting.

 

[dutchrain]

"Dora! Dora! Angel is on the front porch, getting drunk ..."

I calmed Anna, reminded her to call Angel Captain at all times, even when she talks with me.

"Go, wake the gentleman in the blue room, tell him to leave the house by the backdoor. Hurry, girl! Tell him to get his breakfast somewhere else. Send John into the stables, he should ready his horse."

Quickly I went to my room, checked my dress in the venetian mirror an admirer had presented me with. It was small, I could only see myself completely if I stood at the far end of my chamber, but the reflexion was much better than in my bigger mirror. The blue and pink fabric suited me, the bodice made a nice silhouette, a small part of my pearl-white breasts was pushed up and covered partly by white lace, the skirt hung wide over the petticoat, showing off my hips. My hair was wound around my head, I hadn't found any new gray threads in it this morning, and a few strands hung around my face.

I pinched my cheeks and decided I looked wonderful for a grown woman who had given birth to three children many years ago.

Walking down the front stairs I heard noises in the blue room, indicating the merchant was getting ready to leave. Big black Joshua was at his post beside the front door, and as I nodded he opened the door for me.

"Captain Angel!" I greeted him in my sweetest voice, "How do you find yourself on this wonderful morning? Will you spend some time in Maison Felice today? If you would I would offer you some of the best paté and sweetest bread you ever had. A glass of my best red wine to accompany it, what do you say?"

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

Hello Dora” Angel said turning to her and taking her hand to give it a light kiss “I’m just waiting for the rest of our governing council to get here so I think I shall hold on the meal right now” he said turning and seeing Mr. Skims walking up.

“There would be our mayor” Angel said getting off the wooden post and holding out his hand “it’s good to see you Mr. Skims I understand you were looking for the captains”

“I was indeed” Mr. Skims said his deep voice echoing across the floor “I have a need from you pirates and I was hopping I could discuss it with all of you”

“Well then shall we sit outside?” Angel asked gesturing at the seats “ we can wait for the others and have some thing to eat my treat” He said before turning back to Dora “if you could get us some of that breast you mentioned Dora that would be great as well as the wine” Angel said pulling some Reales out of his pocket and dropping them into her hands.

 

[dutchrain]

I curtsied as Angel kissed my hand, and did it again as Skimms walked up.

"My treat, Captain," I told him, as he handed my the coins, reaching my hand out to hand him the money, wondering what Skimms wanted this time. I was determined to find out first hand.

"I am honored the gentlemen who govern our island meet in my house, so please accept my hospitality. Joshua, tell the maids to lay the table for the Captain and the Mayor out here. Paté, cheese and bread, a bottle of the best red."

I swirled around, busied myself at the table, smiling and offering them a seat. I hoped Joshua would remember to fill a bottle at the vat and to not open a new one.

"Please, do sit down, gentlemen and let me keep you company until the other members of the council arrive. May I compliment you on your vest, Mayor? It is wonderful, such a great embroidery, and the colors, so lush and appealing."

Anna came rushing out with my best glasses and a bottle and poured wine. I sat down, took the stem between my fingers and raised the glass. For a moment I admired how the sunlight made the glass sparkle and the wine shine.

"At your health, Captain, Mayor."

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“At your health as well Ms. Dora” Angel and Mr. Skims both said holding up their glasses and clinking them against the glass at the same time. Mr. Skims immediately took a long hearty sip but Angel held off admiring the light sun play against the glass and whine before taking a small polite sip. He set it down and took a few bites looking at the people walking in the village as he looked for the others.

Mr. Whaley was probably still rounding them up, they were a rag tag group at best always coming and going, yet they had a sort of “pact” about Nassau each pledging to help govern it and protect it when they were in the area. While it was true pirates weren’t the best at governing or sharing power most of his friends shared his distaste with slavery. Since there was no real profit in freeing slaves (except what they pocketed from jointly running Nassau which was meager at best ) and it was a fools errand each one of them was very passionate about keeping them safe.

“Angel?” Mr. Skims asked turning to him and having some more wine “does some thing trouble you?”

“No mate” Angel said eating some more food and turning himself back to the conversation “Simple admiring the good company and find weather today would be an excellent sailing day”

“How long has it been?” Mr. Skims asked raising an eyebrow “since your last run out”

“A good three weeks” Angel laughed shaking his head “I am lucky my crew hasn’t sailed away with out me yet I think I will have to leave yet but I have a hard time leaving Nassau for so long I got you guys here and I must say that I feel a certain protectiveness towards you”

“We are not babies Angel” Mr. Skims said laughing “but perhaps my need of you can help fill that void”

“Well if our fellow governors ever get here we can figure out what this mysterious mission is” Angel said shaking his head before turning back to Dora “and how do you fare Madame?” Angel asked curiously “is the island catering to your needs accordingly?”

 

[velena_night]

She was just pulling on her boots when there was a knock on the door. "Yes, what is it?"

The door cracked open slightly "Sorry to bother you maam, Madam Sera sent me up. Mr. Whaley just came by the house. He came with word that Mr. Skims would like to talk with the Captians this morning. "

She smirked at the door and thought to herself. What could he want with us? " Very well, tell Sera thanks for me, I will be on my way." She grabbed long coat and the rest of her gear. With one last look towards the still sleeping form in the bed, she slipped out the door. As she left Madam Sera's house of delight she made her way down the street towards the normal meeting place. The people on the street stepped out of her way not only because of her reputation but Erin Storm made a very striking image. She was dressed from hat to heel in dark gray, her waist long raven black hair flowed freely out from under her hat, and her storm grey eyes watched everyone she passed.

As she walked onto the front porch, she gave both of the men and Ms Dora a kiss on the cheek ( a old habit from her past she never broke herself of ), and then took a seat at the table with them. "So what is this morning meeting about or are we waiting until everyone is here?"

She glanced up at Dora, "Would it be too much of a burden for some more of this food and drink brought out?"

 

[dutchrain]

“is the island catering to your needs accordingly?”

I smiled at Angel, breaking a morsel off the bread lying before me. I toyed a bit with it while I answered him.

"It is Captain, nothing has changed since my husband deceased (all probably knew I never had one, but nevertheless the status of a widow was much higher than that of a lady without attachments) and left me here on my own in this big house. I was hospitable to his guests when he lived, and I stayed hospitable after his departure. All the gentlemen I host are most kind in helping me and the maids have something to do which keeps them from being idle, and which helps me to keep them."

I put the morsel in my mouth, and noted the sunshine entering the porch.

"Joshua! My parasol. Send one of the maids for it and tell her she needs to keep the sun out off my face." Only moments later Tabea was at my side with my parasol spread open. My face now was hidden in the shadow somewhat, and I could observe the men and the street without squeezing my eyes together.

"Gentlemen, I believe I see Captain Storm coming this way."

"Would it be too much of a burden for some more of this food and drink brought out?", she said after she had greeted us all with a kiss on our cheeks.

"Of course not, Captain Storm, please sit down and break your fast with us. Joshua?" I smiled when he returned with Anna, both carrying more food, wine and glasses. Joshua served Erin, she was clad in dark grey and sitting with her back to the sun. "Joshua, get one of the boys out here with a parasol for Captain Storm, or should we move inside to the insides of Maison Felice, gentlemen? The morning room would be quite pleasant to sit in at this time of the day."

 

[velena_night]

She smiled her thanks to Joshua. "Please the is no need to send the boy for a parasol for me. The sun feels warm on my back, besides what would my crew think if i started behaving like some lady. no offence to you of course Ms Dana." She leaned back in her chair as she picked at the food in front of her. Her eyes dance across the people watching for any sign of her crew.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“Mr. Skims said we had to wait” Angel said feeling Erin kiss his cheek and sitting a little straighter. She was one of the few female pirates she was as cunning and deadly as she was enchanting. Angel had a bit of a soft spot for her but nothing had ever happened and if she knew he could never tell.

“Apparently there is a task he has for us” Angel said nodding at Mr. Skims “some thing the village needs aid of besides the food water and ships we already bring to them” he said winking at Mr. Skims to show he was teasing.

“Ay you do a lot” Mr. Skims said smirking “but Nassau needs much more if it is to be the free state we all envision it to be it has many things that need attending to and we need to keep going if we are to give these people a decent life”

“Well said” Angel said draining the last of his wine before turning to Dora “ I think we shall stay outside today madam it’s a nice day and the sun feels warm once the others get here Mr. Skims will tell us what blasted thing he needs from us and depending on what is we will decide how to proceed”

 

[Sean Renaud]

Liam had already been up for a while when the sun peaked up over the horizon. He hated being on land more than he could express with words. It was like being caged but worse. At least in a cage he could see the walls and understand his confinement. On the land the confinement was solely in his head, but it didn't feel like that. It felt like the world was literally closed in around him when he was on land and he had to do something, anything to keep from focusing on it.

There was only one thing he could do to keep his mind of it, singing. He didn't mind at all the odd looks he got as he strode down the streets of Nassau belting out chords and keeping time to his unusual song with gait midway between striding and skipping.

He wasn't a captain, not technically but his Captain hated dry land as much as Liam and he had the rank to stay behind and send Liam to do all the things he loathed. The idea smoldered on Liam's mind for a moment but he let that pass, the anger slipping into his song for a verse. He only quieted when the Maison Felice came into view steadily letting his song drop off until he was only humming and even that had stopped by the time he arrived.

He could hear the others who'd arrived before him around back so he didn't bother knocking. He glanced to the top of the establishment, he wanted to climb it so bad he could already feel the rough wood against his fingers but the Captain had been quite clear. "Liam, you aren't to embarrass me. Find out what they need and bring word back or I'll tan your hide." That was what he said and Liam had agreed.

His fingers had been crossed though.

Still he fought that particular urge and simply walked around to the back where several familar faces were gathered. "Greetings and salutations, or hi for short."

Liam blasted. He glanced at the table and his muscles instantly coiled to pounce. "Tables are for glasses and not for asses." That's what the Captain would say before reminding Liam that he'd tan his hide if he dared embarrass him.

"Yeah yeah." Liam answered the voice in his head aloud and before spinning a chair around to straddle it. "So I won't ask stupid questions but I'm not sure there is such an animal. Instead I have a clever query. What is the occasion that sees so many esteemed men gathered together?"

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“Ah Liam!” Angel said clapping back and grinning at the man proudly, Liam was a true sailor at heart even more so then the hearties and longest sea dogs could claim. He was a little rough around the edges but he was like a brother Angel had never had. He had an idiot of a captain and Angel would have loved to steal him away and make him a proper captain but the man had his fears about leading.

Even though he was basically a leader now

“I told you not to listen to that man” Angel said pushing some wine and food over to him “your not going to embarrass his cowardly ass any more than he already does and while I don’t think Ms. Dora here would look kindly at you climbing her roof tops you can climb any other building to get that itch of your back” He said giving the man a warm smile before turning back to Mr. Skims.

“That’s most every one Mr. Skims” Angel said scratching his chin and raising an eye brow “the others are not on land right now so if your going to give us some work to do then you best be doing it now”

“I won’t waste any more of your time gentleman” Mr. Skims said looking around to make sure the area was empty before leaning in and looking at them “Nassau is starting to fall ill there is an unknown ailment spreading through our people and with no doctor and no medicine most of our people are falling as easily as flies”

“Damn” Angel murmured running a hand through his hair and sighing, “the nearest doctor is in Kingston it’ll take us a few weeks to sail there and back and that’s if the weather is even kind to us”

“I am afraid my people do not have a few weeks” Mr. Skims said looking at each of them “the disease is growing more and more rampant every day and our people are dropping more and more easily we have contained the damage to one section so far but we fear soon it will spread”

“Well then we have to find a doctor medicine around the Caribbean then” Angel said stroking his chin thoughtfully “maybe we could try and rustle up some information on a fleet carrying medicine? Or do you lads know any one like a doctor?”

 

[Sean Renaud]

Liam smiled happily accepting the bread and wine. There really wasn't a such thing in his book as too early for drinking and certainly not too early for wine, maybe rum. Sometimes it was to early for rum. A good rule of thumb was if the sun wasn't up yet it was too early.

Most people knew Liam only as well as he wanted to be known. He was always smiles, songs and skipping. There weren't a whole lot of subjects that changed him that and one of them was insulting his captain. He wasn't completely ignorant to the man's less than stellar skills but that was still the man who gave Liam a home, still the man who did his best to keep him off these wretched unfeeling rocks. These dead, still places where they always knew where you were and nothing ever changed.

Angel might not have seen Liam's expression change, it was after all only for a moment, what he definitely saw was a knife Liam produced seemingly from thin air slicing his bread open and stuffing a piece of cheese in it before taking a bite. The blade vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

If it was true that Angel and Liam were like brothers it was also true that Liam thought of his captain as some kind of blend of father, king, God and Savior.

Liam quickly considered the chances of his captain's ship, Neptune's Rage, surviving and encounter with a Man-O-War and. . .they weren't the kind of odds that he was anxious to take. They were similar to the chances of say a mouse conquering the falcon.

"I think I speak for my captain," Liam paused for a moment genuinely uncertain, his Captain hadn't told him much other than don't embarrass him and something. . .something about committing. Was it too much or too little? "-we can't fight that kind of force head on. But what's it going to do, sit in our port and leer at us?" He knew being trapped on this tiny rock would kill him sooner or later but as he understood it most men were much more comfortable on the land. "We should probably make any important runs we deem important immediately.

Even he wasn't one hundred percent certain that he was advising them the plan with the highest rate of survival or if he was trying to convince them of the plan that would get them and more importantly him back on a boat as soon as possible.

 

[dutchrain]

"Good morning Mister Liam. Do ..." my voice trailed away as he was already turning one of my chairs to straddle it.

I looked at Anna and Joshua, and at the bottle of wine which was nearly empty now that Angel had poured Liam a good measurement of the wine. The others had drunk at least a glass or two already. Again I looked at Joshua and tipped my left eyebrow twice with my left index finger -as if I had a slight itch I wanted to wipe away- indicating him the next bottle should have two parts water in it. Deftly Joshua took the two bottles now on the table, and hurried to the cellar. He knew he had to be back as soon as possible to pour some of the watered wine in still full or half full glasses, that way they wouldn't realize what happened.

An illness? Startled I looked at mr. Skims. I had encountered quick spreading illnesses before ... Thoughts raced through my mind as Angel and Liam talked about a doctor, and about making important runs immediately.

"Gentlemen, please what is the illness? If it is a feverish one, a tea made out off willow bark would help. The captain of a dutch merchant ship told me about the bark of a tree which would help even better; his sailors have to drink it every two days as soon as they are out off fresh rations. He told me he mixes it with the juice of citrons or other fruits if possible and sugar or rum because it is bitter. He hasn't had scurvy or malaria on his ship for years. He gets it in the southern Americas, and he sells it too. It is in high demand in Europe it seems. He presented me with some, we didn't use it until now, other than brew a bit because I wanted to taste it."

 

[velena_night]

When Liam arrived she game him a soft smile of welcoming. "Morning, I see the flee ridden swine could not pull himself out of his pit again." She let her thoughts drift to the things she wished she could do to the man for the way he treated his crew. A sinister light hit her eyes, it was gone a second later as if never there.

She listened while the others talked of this illness. Her mind turning the people and her fears. Her thoughts raced as she argued internally with herself. Was this like her old friends birthplace, a island so far from here? Was is the sickness that had washed over them? No no it could not be. I know what had caused it and there was no reason to give to fear. Unless. Not possible. Mr Skims has yet to tell more. Please not a fever and yellowed skin. Not the poison that killed so many.

She sat in silence waiting.

 

[Virgininneed]

Liana struggled to hold up the tray of wine, mead, and food, biting her lip as she made her way towards the group. She had come to work at the bar only very recently. She'd been told the group was important and not to mess up. This only made her all the more nervous. Sh was clumsy.

She kept her eyes lowered submissively, listening to their conversation. She became too distracted though and tripped, senig the plates crashing to the ground and spilling all of the drinks. Her mouth quivered and she scrambled to gather what she had dropped. "I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up right away."

She knelt onthe foor, gathering everything and cleaning the floor as she listened. Since she was a child she'd wanted to have the chance to go on a ship and see the world. Pirates though, sh wasn't sure about. She gave them an apologetic smile.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

(uh virgininneed? why we never mind new comers and certainly want you to join I think your missing some major information about our role play and you need to take down your post)

(first this is a free city there is no slavery second you would be working at Dutchrain's tavern and so there is no master to beat you any ways if you want to join then please read the ooc posts so you can get a sense of what were doing here)

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

(or message me and i'll run you through the basic plot)

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“What we need lads” Angel said leaning in and glancing at each of them “Is some medicine or a doctor we know the nearest doctor is in Kingston and will not make it in time which means for now the medicine is our best hope”

“Ay” Mr. Skims said looking at them in worry “but where will we find some medicine in the Caribbean?”

“I know of a Spanish fleet making a trip” Angel said suddenly smiling “it’s a large fleet that’s set to colonize the nearby islands which means it should be carrying supplies like medicine perhaps even a doctor if we can take it then we might have the things we need to help get rid of what ails your people”

The fleet was due to arrive any day know which meant they would need to hurry, Angel knew due to recent pirate attacks (half of him caused by his own work) the fleet would be more well guarded then it usually was. It was a problem but if they all combined there forces they just might be able to do it with little blood shed.

“Liam tell your pirate captain we have a job we need him for” Angel said trying to hide the contempt in his voice at the “captain” comment out of respect for his friend “tell him to meet us outside of the Salt Key Bay in two days time and tell him to rustle up some of the privateers using the bay we have a job for them”

“Erin” Angel said turning to her and inclining his head “You and I will sail out and try and get a bearing on this fleet do some scouting we can either take each of our ships or you can sail with me either way we’ll go together that way the fleet doesn’t decide to attack us and put a few notches in there wood”

Before she could say any thing a waitress appeared spilling food that angel just barely managed to avoid. She began to apologize and he held up his hands glancing at the new girl and putting on his most charming smile.

“It’s quite alright” Angel said laughing slightly “no harm was done and I am sure your new boss here will remand you enough that there is no need for us to do so” Angel said pulling a few coins out of his pockets and putting them on the table “your tip kind girl” he said winking at her before turning to Erin.

“Are you ready to do some hunting Captain Storm?”

 

[Sean Renaud]

Liam's eyes flashed briefly to the young woman and the spilled food. Wasted food. On the ship that was the sort of thing that could get one strapped to the mast. Nobody here seemed upset though so Liam only canted his head slightly to one side considering his own drink and remained silent.

"Aye. I'll convey your request to the captain." Liam's attention wandered for a moment to a bird landing on the rooftop. He blinked, twice then turned back to Angel. "We should probably just strike them and be done with it though. Let's be honest and fair Angel. If any of us should go scouting it should be the crew of the Trident." He looked around in mock fear then grinned. "Truth be told the Ghost is a ship men recognize, they'll certainly flee from her steely gaze." His Captain had been clear, don't embarrass me. But the Captain was the Captain and the ship was the ship. Surely he couldn't get upset about that. "The Trident simply doesn't have the reputation of the Ghost."

It certainly wasn't a lie. Captain Angel and the Ghost were known throughout the seas. Liam's captain and the Ghost were barely recognized at the port. That still didn't change the fact that Liam may well have just been saying what he thought might get him off the lifeless rock the fastest.

Liam finished his piece of bread and frowned. The rest had been spilled. Not really ruined, he'd certainly dusted off worse on the boat but his Captain's voice nagged in the back of his head. Don't embarrass me. Eating off the floor would embarrass him so he looked at the food but didn't grab anything.

Liam shrugged. "Regardless speed is our friend."

 

[Virgininneed]

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[Virgininneed]

Liana's eyes went to Angel's as he spoke to her. She blushed bright pink when he smiled at her, and gave him a small smile back. But the last thing she expected was for him to pull out money to tip her. She took it gratefully, smiling shyly as he winked at her. "Thank you," she said quietly, almost timidly, before going to sit nearby until the kitchen had more food ready.

She wasn't plain looking. Far from it actually. Her appearance was a little unusual. She had wavy black hair as dark as oil and large , bright blue eyes. Her skin was darker than most on the island. She listened to them quietly as she lay on the couch near them. They needed medicine badly on the island. Many were falling sick, even the young and strong.

She coughed a little, thinking over the possibilities and solutions. They needed to stop the spread quickly, before more people became sick. The would need quite a bit of medicine as well. Their plan sounded good, but she knew it could be dangerous as well. She sat in deep thought as they spoke.

 

[TheWhovian]

Mister Simpson

Mister Simpson strongly regretted his bout of drinking of the night before. Truth be told, he had quite enjoyed it, at the time, but now he felt like death warmed over. He stumbled down the main street, rubbing his head and damning his own debaucherous nature. A sailor passed by singing songs, which crashed through his head like a merchantman hitting the rocks. He liked playing the squeeze box himself, and a rollicking tune, when he was enjoying a evening of drinking, but the Lord above damn any fool who went around with a blooding tune on his lips, in the morning.

He had been only weeks out from Port Royal, when his ship had been taken by bloody pirates. He was only spared because he was a skilled cook. Now he worked on the island, serving up slop in the crappiest pub on the strip. It was quite a comedown for a cook of his skills. He supposed his predilection for wine was half of his problem, but what else could help him forget seeing his fellow sailors slaughtered mercilessly by the fiends. True, not all pirates were so ruthless. Captain Angel had freed the slaves he had captured to be sure. Still, it galled him to have to serve the swine.

Simpson was an older man of fifty or so years, though he had lost count over the years. His weathered face was dominated by thick lips, white mutton chop sideburns and piercing brown eyes, which were rather blood shot at the moment. He had a muscular frame, with a bit of thickness around his waist, from loading and unloading barrels from ships. When it came to the work of the ship, all hands had been needed, except for those of the bleeding officers. His white cook's apron was stained with port and a bit of splattered blood. The blood was from the nose of some young pup, fooling enough to pick on an old man deep in his cups.

He passed by what seemed rather a gathering of important folk, but paid them little heed. He was for the bathhouse. After a few more minutes he entered the simple clap board building and threw a coin to the lad on duty outside. Stepping into the dim interior, he stripped, ignoring those in tubs around him, and slide into a warm, round tub of water. The warm worked into his belly, making it ache a little less. He decided to settle back into the water for a spell, before scrubbing his tanned old hide.

 

[velena_night]

Erin Storm's eyes lit up when Angel mentioned the Spanish fleet. ''I am always up for some hunting but we will me a ship down. My Venganza de la dama, is still down for at least another week after my last run against the Spanish." She gave him a sly look "Do you think you and your crew could handle having me sail with you Angel? You know how much I would hate to miss out on the fun"

Her eyes feel on the girl but keep herself from helping the lass. She couldn't let herself be seen as nice. Not now. Besides Angel seemed to be handling the girl. That smile of his always seemed to charm the ladies.

She stood up not waiting on his reply "send word to Madam Sera's, I have a few thing to deal with before this hunt." She left then wandering down to the docks looking for her first mate.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“That is true” Angel murmured looking over at Erin and frowning. He and the Ghost had been operating in these waters for a long time and he certainly had a….. reputation among the captains here. Angel wasn’t a big fan of violence in a way he actually hated it and tried his best not to put his crew through it. Angel relied on his terror to do most of his dirty work and that terror made him very unique.

“Okay new plan” Angel said nodding at Liam “You and your captain take the Trident and go look for this Spanish fleet if I’m right it should be by the Salt Key Bay after you find it wait for us Captain Storm and I will follow on the Ghost and stop to round up some privateers to join us we’ll incapacitate the Spanish ships and get a fair bit of loot from it as well as the medicine”

“Mr. Skims” Angel said turning the mayor “we shall be back with your medicine shortly I am going to leave me first mate Mr. Whaley to watch over the harbor until then if you need any thing please don’t hesitate to ask him for any help” Angel said before turning and walking down to the docks.

He and his crew were already planning on leaving, so the ghost was floating in the harbor and waiting for his command. He quickly informed Whaley of the plan and told his crew to be ready to go when he returned. He made his way to Madam Sera’s as quickly as he could walking down the dirt street and finding her by her house.

………………

“Thank you for letting us use your place of business” Mr. Skims told Dora smiling and getting up “I am going to go see the sick would you like to join me? See if you can do any thing to help ease your pain with there medicine?”

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

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