Malevolent Mist on Spice Island

[orderispeace]

Who: Triton’s Mistress
Where: Spice Island
When: Oct. 10 - ??
What: As members of the crew touched by the mist grow more malicious they begin to cause turmoil on the ship turning a normal spice run chaotic.
Warnings: Possible fighting and language
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Closed to crew

The prow of the Mistress cut effortlessly through the salty water as the ship came to rest along side the dock. The uninhabited island was well known for its vast array of plant life, the bulk of which could be sold on the open market as spices or used to brighten up a weary sailor’s galley-cooked meals. Several large washtub sat on the dock just waiting for some one ambitious enough to fill them full of the island’s delicacies.

The trip to the island had been relatively calm with no major storms or hardships to slow their travel but now that they had docked odd things seemed to be happening all too frequently. Maybe the black mist the morning before had something to do with it?

[OOC: As usual feel free to start your own headers/threads! ]

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[just_a_minute]

For the time being Ban was being confined to his cell, locked in those draining irons. The wound that he'd been inflicted with had been enough to keep him from being sent immediately to work, but that didn't mean he was being treated any better than the others. Already weak from blood loss, the presence of the manacles make him feel akin to being sick. His limbs felt ungodly heavy, and just having to hold himself up was a great challenge. The navy hadn't even provided him with any medical care- if he recovered.. he'd be put to work. If he didn't- then there would be one less pirate. He was even still wearing his bloodstained clothes.

Some of the officers made it a sport to pass by his cell and taunt him.

The state he was in.. he probably looked a bit like a wild animal, his gaze hardened his body at it's limits.

[bloodheels]

Lenalee most certainly didn't enjoy the work and she most certainly wish the shackles didn't affect her boots otherwise she would seriously kick these guys right about now. But violence things like this; she was use to it long before now, so seeing what they did to the other prisoners didn't affect her as much. She didn't care about them after all, but when she was getting walked past a Ban's cell she couldn't help but turn her head and look in and see the state he was in.

Unlike the other prisoners; those who she didn't know and didn't care about, seeing him really got to her and she figured he needed help, but at the same time she didn't want to speak to the Navy, but she knew if she got to work on making him 'better' for work then there should be a problem.

It did take a long talk and a convincing one at that before they put her even close to that cell again, but she knew they were always going to keep an eye while she was there.

"You look terrible. You should at least let me sort you out, okay?" She spoke, her voice soft and full of concern. She didn't want him to suffer or die after all.

[just_a_minute]

In the hours he'd been alone, Ban had attempted to look for any weaknesses in the Navy's security and tried to formulate some escape plans of his own but it just wasn't going well. He couldn't see far beyond this box to know what the terrain looked like, or what sort of forces would have been waiting for him. Concentrating on any one thing was near impossible.. it was a struggle just to stay conscious.

So when Lenalee came into view, he was unresponsive for a few moments.

"What.. this? It's just a scratch," He attempted a trace of a smile accompanied by a brief chuckle. The laughter broke off abruptly when it sent a shooting pain through his midsection. Now was definitely not the time to attempt any sort of humorous diversion. Lesson learned. He wasn't really going to say no to help either. He knew he was in trouble here, and it was a great relief to see Lenalee.

"Knock yourself out," Or in other words "go right ahead". He eyed the guard that accompanied Lenalee wearily, and he was surprised that she'd managed to convince them to let her help at all.

He tried to whisper low enough just so she could hear it. "... looks like your sporting a few new scrapes and bruises yourself... tch those bastards would go so far as to abuse a young girl... makes me hate them all the more".

[bloodheels]

She couldn't help but look annoyed at that bad taste for a joke. She had been resisting hitting him, but she did it anyway, but thankfully she made sure it was lightly or at least as lightly as she could, which wasn't that much. The navy men that were watching seem somewhat amused at what just happened. "Don't joke about things like that. It isn't funny."

Once that was done she got what she needed out and started to tend to the wounds, making sure her voice was in a low whisper too. "I'm use to getting beaten and battered, so this is nothing. But that's not the point." She stopped speaking as she finished cleaning the wounds, reaching over to be able to get the bandages that she knew would need to be used for now.

"Is it okay to ask if you've noticed anything that might be useful to help us escape. Things that could breaks the shackles or certain members of navy with keys?"

[just_a_minute]

The way her expression contorted, he knew that the joke hadn't been appreciated but the light strike confirmed it further. He actually found the action endearing. Ban was always trying to appear strong, he absolutely hated to appear weak or vulnerable. That's part of why he tried to make light of things quite so often, even though it was obvious that he was still not impervious to pain or the threat of death. The same as anyone else. "... Sorry. I know it isn't."

"....." His frown deepened when she said she was used to it. They all had sordid pasts didn't they? Maybe when they were back in a more hospitable atmosphere, they could discuss the subject. He didn't really think she wanted to share her personal stories with the Navy dogs. "... that's something.. no one should have to be used to." He tried to keep the wincing to a minimum as she operated.

"Mm." He affirmed. There was nothing wrong with asking it. "Now that you mention it..." He trailed off as a couple of extra officers passed by. "I have been looking for just those sort of of things..." He drew in a shakey breath, and scrunched his eyes closed for a second, before continuing. "There is a guard that passes by on his rounds at regular intervals..." He couldn't tell her the precise time, due to the lack of a visible time piece but... based on the stages of the sunlight. "He's always carrying a full set of keys.. I can hear them jingling each time he comes around.. as near as I can tell he walks by at noon," When the shadows are smallest,"Then again later six hours after..." Yes he had time to count. As pathetic as that is. "He only emerges on the grounds twice a day, but he is alone.. and armed."

[bloodheels]

She frowned slightly. It could mean the keys to their freedom could very well be in that guards hands. It would make sense given they only come out twice a day, they wouldn't make it easier for them to attempt to. But she had to wonder still as to how they could get them, unless of course she was sneaky enough to plan something.

While thoughts went through her head she had finished off the bandaging. It seemed decent enough even with somewhat shaky hands. "There we go, so long as I'm allowed to tend to you and give them another 'worker' things should be alright." She said as she started to put stuff away before turning her head around for a moment. She could see that at this second they weren't paying that much attention, confident that they couldn't escape anyway.

With them occupied she took that moment to lean in and whisper. "I'm thinking of ideas of how to escape, after what happened I cannot be sure that our crew would rescue us. That's why I asked about the keys."

[just_a_minute]

It was quite possible. The trouble was, since he was carrying so many you'd also have to figure out which one of them was the right one. Being able to time all of this was a nightmare in and of itself.

He winced a little as she finished applying the bandage, but otherwise he mostly refrained from moving at all if he could help it. It was definitely an improvement from before. Now there would be something there to apply pressure so that even if the wound opened up again it should stop bleeding quicker. "Yeah- so long as our captors don't get squirrely and change their minds." In a roundabout way he tried to thank her. Saying it overtly was something he tended to avoid. "If.. we get out of this, remind me to treat you to some high quality sushi" Or.. you know.. "thank you". Just suggesting that he might part with some of his money on her behalf was a step up though!

The cockiness of the guards could ultimately lead to their downfall.

"You're right to be concerned about that- whatever affected Haythem might not be over yet.... and if he managed to stuff the bulk of us into that damned box then there might not be anyone coming." He totallly approved of this idea. "I think the armory.. is that first door under the left guard tower. I keep seeing them go in there, and come out with fresh weapons.."

[bloodheels]

Moved moved away after she spoke giving a small smile. That was nice of him considering. "That's sweet of you, I'll see about that offer after we get out."

"Yeah... That box" she said looking down. Mentioning it was enough to give her a slight shiver. She didn't want to be reminded of what happened there. It was horrible. "I know of one other that was captured, but no one else. I just assumed considering his position on the ship he'd get the others to just leave and they'd follow." It was harsh of her to say that the crew would follow, but she figured that much.

"Got it...I think I can get there when it all starts off. Is there something you'd want me to get you if I manage?"