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high_seas2013-10-19 06:55 pm
justguidelines) wrote in high_seas2013-10-19 06:55 pm
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Who: Hector Barbossa + The crew of the Triton's Mistress.
Where: Aboard...The...Triton's Mistress. A sailing we will go?
When: October 19-ish.
What: Ye ol' mingle log for new and old crew alike. Also a clarification of the Code. Hector's a Pirate Lord; it's high time he acted like it.
Style: Action or prose pick your poison.
Warnings: Piratical stuff? None, though, probably. Will update as needed.
Status: Closed to the crew (yes, this includes Jack and Gibbs if they want to wave their little naval flags).
Being out to sea once more is actually a bit of a blessing in disguise. That damnable island is a poor man's Tortuga, in his not so humble opinion, without any of the things that made Tortuga desirable. Entirely unfriendly, the entire lot of them, as though they weren't bringing in coin every time they were forced to put into port. Really, it's hardly a way to foster good feelings.
And he's not above sacking an entire settlement. It won't be the first time, and it's sure not to be the last.
But no matter how he looks at it, it's not on land that he belongs to begin with, so it's not at all surprising to him that he feels better, even given everything, with nothing but water for miles and miles on any point on the compass.
But there are things, of course, that need to be taken care of, before any other step is taken, and while he knows it's been something of an...Open secret among the crew, not once has he hoisted colors in this place. However, with Jack, and the ever-following Master Gibbs, perhaps it's time.
Which is why the following can now be found nailed to door of the sloop's Grand Cabin in a clear, somewhat grandiose hand, so that not a single soul aboard can claim ignorance. At least not to him. In the event of capture he absolutely expects that sort of thing.
Pirates, after all.
Where: Aboard...The...Triton's Mistress. A sailing we will go?
When: October 19-ish.
What: Ye ol' mingle log for new and old crew alike. Also a clarification of the Code. Hector's a Pirate Lord; it's high time he acted like it.
Style: Action or prose pick your poison.
Warnings: Piratical stuff? None, though, probably. Will update as needed.
Status: Closed to the crew (yes, this includes Jack and Gibbs if they want to wave their little naval flags).
Being out to sea once more is actually a bit of a blessing in disguise. That damnable island is a poor man's Tortuga, in his not so humble opinion, without any of the things that made Tortuga desirable. Entirely unfriendly, the entire lot of them, as though they weren't bringing in coin every time they were forced to put into port. Really, it's hardly a way to foster good feelings.
And he's not above sacking an entire settlement. It won't be the first time, and it's sure not to be the last.
But no matter how he looks at it, it's not on land that he belongs to begin with, so it's not at all surprising to him that he feels better, even given everything, with nothing but water for miles and miles on any point on the compass.
But there are things, of course, that need to be taken care of, before any other step is taken, and while he knows it's been something of an...Open secret among the crew, not once has he hoisted colors in this place. However, with Jack, and the ever-following Master Gibbs, perhaps it's time.
Which is why the following can now be found nailed to door of the sloop's Grand Cabin in a clear, somewhat grandiose hand, so that not a single soul aboard can claim ignorance. At least not to him. In the event of capture he absolutely expects that sort of thing.
Pirates, after all.
| ARTICLE 1 Befriend others Wisely. |
ARTICLE 2 Every Man that so does request the Right of Parley is to remain Unharmed until Parley is Complete. Parley will not be Broken on Paine of Death. |
| ARTICLE 3 Every Man is entitled to a Vote in the Affairs of the Moment. Every Man also has Equal Title to any Fresh Provisions and may use them at their Leisure, until such a time a Scarcity among Them makes Vote for Retrenchment necessary. |
ARTICLE 4 Lights are to be Put Out on Deck after Sundown, including in Officer's Quarters. If any Man of the Crewe is inclined to Drink after said Time, he will do so Only on the Open Deck. |
| ARTICLE 5 No Man is to gamble at Cards or Dice for money while at Sea. |
ARTICLE 6 Pieces, Pistols, and all Manner of Weaponry is to be kept Clean and Fit for Serivce. |
| ARTICLE 7 Every Man is required to take part in any Battle encountered on the Sea. Deserters will be Punished by Paine of Death or Marooning. |
ARTICLE 8 No Striking your Fellow Brother Pyrate aboard Ship. If such Matters cannot be Resolved otherwise, the Quarter-Master will on Land place both Parties back-to-back with Pistol each. He who draws First Blood is the Victor. |
| ARTICLE 9 Every Man is entitled to One Full Share of Spoils, the Captain Two Full Shares, the Bo'sun and Quarter-Master One Full Share and One Half. All Other Officers are Entitled to One Full Share and One Quarter. |
ARTICLE 10 No Man shall give another away as Pyrate, to either Friend or Foe. |
| ARTICLE 11 Theft to the Value of One Full Piece of Eight shall be Marooned or Shot. |
ARTICLE 12 He who spots the Prize may take the Best of Armes aboard of Her. |
| ARTICLE 13 The Fund of all Payments under the Articles is the Stock of what is Gotten by the Expedition. [And scribbled out next to it in block letters is four words.] NO PREY, NO PAY. |
ARTICLE 14 Every person who shall Offend Against any of these Articles shall be Punished as Captain and Crewe see Fit. |
Open to all
A luxury it was quickly beginning to chaff that she, herself, lacked in this world. She had a goal, of course. But with no sailing experience of her own beyond commanding the men of the royal navy, it was not an achievable goal without the use of others. So she learned the rules. And smiled. And determined to master her current- though temporary, she promised herself- position of 'powder monkey.'
Which, at the moment, involved crouching down to better examine the primitive cannons these tinder boxes called ships in this world offered.
"Explosive powder and fire. Hardly difficult to master."
Re: Open to all
"Greetings! My name is Elissa and you are a welcome sight aboard this ship. Until now, I have been the only female."
spooky vampire fun times
So, kraken: bad. Ghosts and ghost ships: bad. He's learning. Maybe.]
Do you mind if I use prose or would you prefer I match your brackets?
"Artemis?"
doesn't matter to me!
"Elissa? I'm down here." He takes the stairs up, finding where she is. Overall his appearance looks essentially the same; he's naturally pale enough to be considered a vampire anyway, but nothing on first sight looks out of the ordinary.
Whew! Thanks!
She is back to her sailing clothes, linens and cottons rather than leather armor, with her pants legs rolled up to capri length. Elissa is even barefoot for a change.
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"I assure you I'm perfectly well, and that your cooking is more than fine. I seem to have come down with something, but I don't believe it's any sort of illness..."
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Elissa lifts a hand as if to touch his face, but pauses to inquire, "May I?" In truth, she's never understood why Artemis insists upon wearing his suits even when the weather is warm, but she isn't the sort to criticize someone's preference for clothing, so she's never brought it up.
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"No-" He takes a step back. "You shouldn't get too close to me."
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Elissa slowly lowers her hand, but her gaze is speculative. "If you need to unburden yourself with something, I am willing to listen."
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Yes, he shouldn't have so willingly wandered up to them, but he'd appreciate that discussion being saved for later.
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Werewolves, she knows. Walking corpses? She knows those as well. The affliction currently burdening Artemis is an entirely new entity. Vampires do not exist in Thedas - unless you count Hunger Demons, but they devour more than blood.
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"You look very much the same. You sound the same. Are you certain that you have been afflicted?" Again, she reaches out a hand as if she might try to check him for fever.
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He opens his mouth and pushes his upper lip up just slightly, showing his teeth in full view. While the rest of his appearance is clearly the same, the pointy fangs in his mouth are definitely something new.
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"I do not recall my presence making you shy away before - and tis not been that long since I bathed." She faintly smiles. "Shall I report to the captain that you are not feeling well?"
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"Is that what you are?" Elissa wears a slight smirk of self-deprecation as she lets her arms loosen.
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"And this... hunger for blood? That is why you shy away when I try to touch your face?" She looks thoughtful as she adds, "It sounds much like what afflicts Natsuno even without the ghosts. He advised he could be killed by a wooden stake through the heart."
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"Did he now..." He wasn't aware of that, but to be fair, most people in general would die to a stake through the heart. Artemis isn't sure if that means he can now only die in the same way, but that's probably not the best thing to experiment. "Obviously I'd rather not ask for blood donations, but did you happen to serve meat for tonight's meal?"
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Elissa considers her bare, right forearm and the veins just visible beneath the surface as faint, blue-green lines. "Will you allow me to test a theory?" is her sudden question. "I suspect that my blood is ... different." Though she is still far too young for the Taint to outwardly manifest itself upon her body, it is surely coursing its way through her veins.
"You kept pulling away from me before - This time, take my arm and smell my skin. You said your senses have been heightened, yes? I will be very surprised, if you find me appetizing."
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There's no denying he can feel a pulse beating under her skin when he comes closer and cautiously holds her arm. He tells himself to control his breath and focus on the task, carefully taking a breath near her arm before his nose scrunches up.
"Interesting." He sighs, as though relieved. "I assume your blood is different enough to repel my tastes - no offense, of course."
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Her smile softens when she looks back to Artemis. "And now you know that I can aid you without fearing you shall cause me harm."