Wolf Play : A Pirates Life| Candor x Karma

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This is a roleplay between Candor and I. If you are neither of us, please don't post on this thread. Feel free to read along, though!

This is basically about a female captain pirate [Dance] and a competitor pirate [Candor]. He either knows the way to some treasure or

Edited at October 7, 2020 12:48 AM by Deadly Karma

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Name ::

Nathaniel Pickwick

Title/Nickname ::

Firstmate Nat or Firstmate Pickwick

Age ::

25 years (Can be adjusted accordingly)

Gender ::

Male

Role ::

First mate

Personality ::

He is a bit quiet and aloof. As long as he isn't the center of attention, talking has never got him anywhere. He likes to be quiet and listen to what is going on around him. He is pretty smooth, and he's a fast thinker. He has managed to get out of punishments that way using his brain. He has a quiet confidence and he isn't one to quail from fear. He can be bold and he does what needs to be done. At first glance he is respectful and polite. He may be quiet, but he seems nice. He tries to please, and he's helpful. He's a smooth talker.

He is very good at persevering, because he continues to work at something until he succeeds. He's patient, and he is fine with taking a long time to accomplish something. He's not one for taking unnecessary risks, so he often takes a long time. He likes to upset things hoping that he can take advantage of the moment. He's a natural loner, and prefers to be by himself. He is sly and intelligent, so it's hard to catch him in the act. He's naturally sneaky and he has a talent for lying. He is good at keeping things to himself. He doesn't like to depend on others, so he's not good at team work.

He is very observant and she has a quick wit. If someone is slower than him, which is often, he can be annoying and condescending. He is quick to react to changes, and he is highly adaptable. If he wasn't so smart, he might not be near as annoying, and as good at manipulating. He has a long memory, and he holds long grudges. He knows how to have a sense of humor, but he often doesn't bother with laughing. He prefers to remain silent and grim appearing. He is good at making himself look older or younger, depending on the situation.

He has some sense of human decency. He doesn't believe in enjoying other people's pain or misfortune. He is normally a silent person who quietly attends to his business and his captain's. He has found that staying quiet encourages the crew to talk more, and it has become a valuable mode of information. He likes to be a very highly efficient person. He tries to do everything the quickest and easiest way.

Because of the language barrier, the first step to becoming his friend is learning how to communicate with him. Once he is loyal to someone, he follows them without question. It takes a long time for him to trust you fully. While he may still question your choices and decisions, he won't ever leave you once you have reached that point, and he would do anything for you. He can be quite prideful, and he doesn’t like anyone to treat him like he is disabled. He is an independent person and he doesn’t often depend on anyone.

Appearance ::

He is around 5'7. He has wide shoulders and a substantial girth. His legs are pretty large and thick, and his arms are a bit smaller. When he was younger, he had much more extra flab, because his parents made sure that he was well fed. Life on the high seas has thinned him, but he still has a good bit of extra pudge. His body is harder than it used to be, but there is a layer of flab and fat covering his muscles. His hands are wide and slab like. They are thick and meaty. They are hard and calloused with various little scars covering them.

They are an excellent shape for swimming. He has a head full of shoulder length dark brown curly hair, which he generally keeps tied back in a queue. Often his hair looks like a knotted mess. There are little random golden, lighter brown, and reddish brown hairs, but it is mostly a dark coffee brown. After a long time of working in the sun, the goelden tints become more obvious. His skin was always a nice tan, but the constant exposure to the elements on a ship darkened it to a moderate brown. Sometimes his skin starts to peel, but that happens in more sunny climates.

He is very light where he always keeps clothing on. His face is soft and full. He has a naturally cheery and happy face that looks like it would naturally curve into a smile, yet he normally remains grim. He has wide umber eyes covered with thick short lashes. In the middle of his face is a large slightly flat nose. His eyes brows are wide and a bit bushy. His teeth are yellowed, but they are surprisingly in decent condition. They are a bit crooked, but he has seen worse. His lips are full and are a pinkish color.

He generally wears pretty ragged looking clothing. He doesn't have anyone he is trying to impress, so he often wears cool loose canvas clothing. Often times, he is fine with going without a shirt, but sometimes it makes climbing the masts more comfortable if he keeps one on. He prefers them in white, so he can keep cool. His clothing is also water proof to a certain extent. He does have a few shirts and pants that are stripped or combined with other colors, but they are mainly white. He often goes about barefoot, because it is easier to climb the rigging. He does have a heavy belt, which he carries things on such as a sword and a few guns. He can dress up more formally and he does posess the clothes to do so, but he hardly ever has a reason to. He has some leather boots, which he wears when he goes ashore.

Backstory ::

After an incident around the age of 8 he became deaf. His family weren’t sure what to do with him after that, and they spent several years trying to teach him how to communicate. They were a hearing family that wanted the best for their child. They found someone who taught him sign language. Gradually, with age his speech became less intelligible, but he could still speak to others. He didn’t understand what people wanted from him though. Between sign language, a little lip reading, body language, and hand gestures he is able to function on his own. His grandparents told him stories of adventure and he wanted to run away and have adventures, so from a young age he joined a crew as the cabin boy. He enjoyed the relative freedom and there wasn't anymore hovering over him. While his speech isn't the best, he can still shout basic orders aboard the ship.

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Family::

Mother

Cally

Father

Jed

Sister - Jaqueline Pickwick 23 years 2nd mate

Other ::

He is very observant and he has an uncanny knack for being able to tell if you are lying. He still has some hearing. He can hear things like gun and cannon fire.

Edited at October 7, 2020 08:35 PM by Candor

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Annalise Maria Azure

"Oh, darling, you got the wrong person. I am the captain of this ship."

Female | 23 | Human | Pirate

| Nickname(s) |

Ann, Anna, Lizzy

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual

| Appearance |

Annalise stands at 5'2, shorter than her younger sister and older brother. She has a beige complexion with warm undertones, having it only get darker with how much she is outside. She has noticeable freckles on her face that are somewhat heavy, though it learns more towards the medium side of the spectrum. They litter her body on the lighter side, which she is fine with since she feels like she would look odd had they litter her body rather heavily. Just like her skin tone, they get darker the more they are exposed to the sunlight. She has round eyes that definitely pop out against her darker complexion. They are bright ocean blue color, almost like the color of light cerulean. They are framed with dark long, curled lashes.

Her hair is rather thick, having her always pull it off her neck when it is scorching outside. Her sandy blonde hair has coppery highlights here and there, though it isn't really noticeable unless the sunlight hits it in a certain direction. It cascades down her back in loose beach waves, having it stop mid-back. She usually has it off in a side braid or even even a ponytail, depending on the weather as well as her mood. She usually has two strands frame her face that is curled in a way. When it is cooler out, she usually has it down and pulled over her shoulder. Most of the time she runs her fingers through her hair to get the knots out as she isn't one to use necessities to try and get them out.

Her cheekbones are chiseled in a way with a heart-shaped face. Her physique is rather petite, yet she definitely has the muscle there. She constantly practices her swordsmanship with her first mate to stay both in shape and to stay fresh on her moves, even if he looses against her majority of the time. She has a button nose and semi-full reddish lips that compliment her rather well. She has noticeable dimples on her cheeks when she smiles. Even when her lips are in a grim line the dimples are still there. She hates them in a way when she is being tough since they seem to make her features softer. Though, she will admit that she occasionally pokes her fingers in her dimples when she is looking in the mirror and is by herself. She won't admit that to anyone though. She has perfectly shaped eyebrows, yet her teeth are somewhat yellowish in a way, yet they are straight.

She does have piercings believe it or not. Most of her crew do. She has two silver hoops on both of her earlobes and then two more in the cartilage of her left ear. She does have a tattoo of a compass on her right wrist, but that is about it. Like any pirate out there, she has scars. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Most of them are rather small that litter her body, though most are on her hands from always punching things when she was younger among other things as well. She wouldn't be able to begin to describe how she got them. She has one that runs along her jaw on her right side, which she tends to avoid touching as it brings back bad memories.

Her clothing is usually the same regardless of where she goes. The colors just change, if that makes sense. She usually wears a pair of black pants, a colored -mostly white or red- off the shoulder long-sleeve shirt, and a pair of knee-high boots. The sheath for her sword wraps around the waistband of her jeans with a pistol tucked in the front. She then wears a black captain's hat, of course. It wouldn't complete her outfit if she didn't have that. Her clothing is usually light since she isn't one who likes to get overheated. The only time she ever wears a skirt let alone a dress is if, for some reason, she is attending something that is rather formal.

| Personality |

Annalise is, well, Annalise. She does have an issue of trusting someone too fast. No matter how many types she reminds herself to take it slow and see what they are truly like, she always ends up failing. That is definitely her flaw. You would think after getting stabbed in the back so many times she would have a hard time trusting people. It is the opposite, really. Though, loyalty means everything to her. If you break it, there is no way in hell you are going to be getting it back. Why should they when they proved they can't do it the first time around? Sure, she may trust you, but she won't be loyal to you if you have broken that.

On top of trusting people, she is rather stern at first. She has to be just to get through a person's head that she might be kind, but she will have your head if you push her the wrong way or harm her crew. Once she learns a bit more about you, she is rather caring, polite, and even like a naturing mother in a way. Not completely as she isn't one who likes to take care of grown as men who act like damn children. If someone needs a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen, she will be right there next to you for it. If someone needs to have some sense knocked into them, she will gladly do it. Above anything, she will do anything for you if you are a part of her crew or she can trust you with her life.

Now, the rumors about her being ruthless, merciless, and doesn't give a damn about anything is also true. You are the military, she won't show any soldier mercy even if they beg for it. The same goes for rival pirates. If you are hurting anyone she cares about, she won't give a damn if you tell her you have a family you want to return to. She would only say that you should've thought about your actions before acting on them. Ruthless? Certainly. She has killed men who have stolen her gun off the table in a bar or her hat from off her head. She doesn't like people stealing what belongs to her.

Above all, she likes to please people, even if it might anger some other people in the process. Usually, she doesn't have a problem with that since the majority of her crew gets along and never seems to try to talk back to her about something. She definitely is one that doesn't really like the spotlight very much, yet here she is being the captain of her ship. Funny really, yet she enjoys it. If she is the spotlight of anything else, she tends to shy away and try to blend into the crowd if possible. She is patient, usually, unless she is in some odd mood where someone popping their knuckles causes her to snap at them. That is usually when she has to deal with the crew not doing their jobs, a headache, or if someone is bold enough to challenge her.

She is very observant, having her eyes watch everything rather closely. She talks with sarcasm, yet also in a gentle tone unless you are someone she hasn't met yet. She is quick to make a comeback with her silver tongue, though she sometimes bites back if it is a rather heated conversation. She will take risks no matter what it is, even if she might think she won't be able to do it. She can definitely be a bit harsh with her words by bluntly stating the obvious or not bothering to sugar-coat an answer to spare your feelings. You are a damn pirate for fuck's sake.

| Fear(s) |

Annalise doesn't really have fears. Well, she doesn't consider them fears as she isn't deathly afraid of them. One thing she definitely doesn't care about is rats and mice. They are nasty little buggers that carry diseases and steal their food supplies.

| Allergies |

- Strawberries; throat swells up to where she can't breath; emergency
- Flowers; runny nose, watery eyes, sneezing; mild

| Likes |

Annalise loves the open sea and the freedom that it gives her, the wind through her hair, the saltwater hitting her face, dogs, rum, practicing swordsmanship, cooking if the cook lets her, sweats, and children somewhat.

| Dislikes |

Annalise hates the military, thinking that they can keep her behind bars, monkeys, dresses/skirts, people demeaning her because she is a woman and a captain on top of that, people using her, and people being unloyal to her.

| Offspring(s) |

None

| Kin |

- Melissa Azure; sister; alive; 20

- Lazslo Azure; brother, alive; 25

- Kaitlyn Azure; mother; deceased

- Samuel Azure; father; deceased

| Other |

Annalise was from a rather wealthy family before she left them to venture out onto the seas with her brother. They were rather displeased with them, but she didn't care. Her sister, Melissa, on the other hand, went off and married the governor's son. That was a bit before their parents passed away. After being with Lazslo for a few years, she separated from him and ended up getting her own ship and crew. It was difficult at first, but eventually, they learned to respect her, especially since they know Laszlo would have their heads if they didn't. She still sees her brother often, but as for her sister, not very much. Just by associating with her, Melissa could be hanged for it, something that neither of the siblings wanted. Though, she will send her a letter whenever they come to shore to stock up on items.

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The smell of the salty ocean water filled the air, having a soft breeze carry it for miles. The sound of the waves crashing against each other is heard and not a piece of land is yet to be seen. As far as the horizon reaches is nothing but the ocean, seeming like you could fall over the edge of the world if you go towards it. A ship as dark as midnight and sails as red as wine sailed among the waves. The name Poisoned Curse is etched in cursive into the side of the ship, the same color as the sails.

A Mermaid crafted out of oak and colored black like the ship is attached to the front, her hands being propelled out towards the sea with a starfish cupped in her hands. Lanterns are attached around the ship, having them light the deck up once the sun decides to disappear beyond the horizon. An anchor hangs on the right side of the ship, ready to be released if they came to a stop or they need to make a swift, sharp turn to escape something or someone. Steel canons are on the deck, strapped down to prevent them from rolling around on a stormy day or when it launches a cannonball.

Nothing was more peaceful than sailing among the endless miles of ocean. Actually scratch that. The sound of people yelling and the sounds of feet pounding against the deck are heard. At least no one is yelling in pain as that would mean that there is an attack or someone is being tortured on the spot. At least this captain doesn't do such a thing as they don't believe in complete punishment. Well, unless they do something so wrong to where they need to have some senses whipped back into them. Though, most of the crew scurried around on the deck, their hands working quickly to get onto the next job before getting yelled at by the first mate. As everyone worked, the doors to the captain's chambers burst open, causing everyone to stop what they are doing and not say a single word.

A woman stood there, her hand on the hilt of her sword as her bright ocean blue eyes flickered around at her crew. A smile curved on her reddish lips as to how they stopped everything as if she is going to snap at them for not doing something right. Her other hand went and rested on her other hip, her head shaking at the scared looks on their faces. "Darlings, stop acting like I am about to whip you." She said, causing the atmosphere to eventually relax. "Though get back to work or I might have to get onto your tails about it." That got everyone to get back to work, making sure that they don't get yelled at by her.

She laughed softly before she made her way up to the wheel. She wore a pair of black pants, having the bottoms be tucked into her knee-high black leather boots. A white off the shoulder long sleeve shirt clung to her body, the hem of it lifting slightly to reveal a bit of her toned abdomen as she took a telescope out to scout out the horizon. Her sandy blonde hair is pulled over her shoulder, braided to stay out of her face, and not get in her way. Usually, she wore a hat, but she didn't feel like wearing it right now. She has two silver hoops in both her earlobes and two more in the cartilage of her left ear. A sword is strapped to her waist while a pistol is tucked into the waistband of her pants in the front. An ugly scar lined her right jaw, but she mostly ignores it, especially the crew as they know not to stare at it.

She glanced at her first mate, Clancy, steering the ship and threw him a warm smile. "How is everything looking?" She asked, her gaze flickering to the horizon to see what could be out there. He glanced down at her briefly, due to her being so short compared to him, before replying. "Everything has been smooth sailing." He replied, causing her to nod her head in satisfaction. She knew that they are going to have to stop once they see land as they are starting to run low on supplies.

She reached down and grabbed a compass that is tied to her waist. She flipped the lid open, watching it spin around before it stopped. She smiles slightly, glad it is pointing in the direction they are going in. She wouldn't be very pleased if it pointed elsewhere and they had to backtrack. She closed it, putting it back in its place before letting her gaze go back to the horizon. At seeing a black spot, her brow raised slightly. She glanced towards Clancy, seeing that his lips turned into a grim line at seeing the same thing.

She turned and quickly made her way down the stairs, everyone glancing occasionally at how tense she seems to be. She went to the front, her hands resting on the railing as she squinted her eyes. Perhaps it is another ship, but she wasn't completely sure. She pulled her telescope out again, lifting it and looking through it. At seeing a pirate's flag fly in the wind at the top, a scowl formed on her lips at seeing it. For once she would like to go a day or two without crossing paths with other pirates or ships from the military. Then again, a pirate's like isn't smooth sailing as people might think it is.

"Hoist the sails!" She yelled out, causing the crew to start running around to get everything ready. She put the telescope away, her lips in a grim line as she turned on her heels and trotted back up to Clancy. She rested her hand on his shoulder, her gaze staying on the ship in the distance. "Pull alongside them once we get closer. Today, there will be all but one survivor of my choosing. Everyone else can be slaughtered."

[This definitely sucks as I really struggle with starters. Sorry about that!]

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Nathaniel crawled up the mast, while the mast wildly waved in the air. It was a normal movement, but the average person wouldn't have made it up more than ten feet. He was firmly entrenched in the eagle's nest way up on the highest mast. He inhaled the air savoring the unique salty tang that was found nowhere else. He didn't get the excuse to get up there often, and it was not always such a beautiful day. He took a sweet moment to enjoy. Even though he was many yards above the water, it was surrounding the area, and saturated the air.

There was a soft breeze that ruffled his hair as it passed through gently pushing out the white canvas sails which appeared very similar to the material that Nathaniel was wearing. The sea was fairly calm, and the sky was blue. Unlike many land lubbers, he was not clinging to the mast for dear life. In fact, he was as far from the mast as he could go in that little space. He was leaning over the edge peering over the ocean. Since nothing was visible to the bare eye, he put the spyglass to his eye.

The ocean appeared large and small from up there. He could see much farther away than he could on the deck, which made the ocean seem huger, yet the waves seemed smaller, because he was farther away from them. The mast was quite high, and caused him to rock wildly in the air. It moved several feet unlike the ship below, which only seemed to move a few inches at most. Many would become seasick or frozen in fear, because of the heights. Nathaniel had outgrown that fear.

He got the satisfaction that even though lookout wasn't considered a prestigious job, he had better eyesight, and he was more observant than most of the crew, which meant he was a valuable lookout. He soon became aware that there was a ship nearby, so he slid down the mast in a hurry. He had seen the name on the side of the ship, and he was sure that his captain would like to know about a competitor. Samuel Addleson Captain of the Sea Wraith had named his ship after a sea monster, which wasn’t particularly creative.

He had a large twining wooden serpent on the prow of his ship. It had some detail that was amazing, expensive, and impressive. It made it easy to identify the ship. Any sailor worth their salt wouldn’t confuse them with anyone else no matter what flag they put at the top. Nathaniel was happy to live here on the ship whether it was creative or not. It was his home. He hurried straight to Captain Addleson who was one of the few people who had tried to learn how to communicate with his first mate effectively.

Between speaking and a few signs, he was able to tell Captain Addleson that there was a pirate ship nearby. Very few onboard were truly aware of the destination Addleson had in mind, but it caused Addleson to be alert. The secret must have slipped out, and he didn’t know who had been the blabber mouth. He captain gave out the orders, and the ship was brought about. Their captain was going to order a fight without waiting to see fi they were a hostile force or not. All the hands were called up on deck, and they were armed.

Nathaniel had to run and grab his own weapons. He had always had a few daggers strapped into his belt, but he normally didn't need his sword or his gun, so he had to retrieve those from his quarters. He looked in the churning turmoil of the crew for his sister. They often tried to stay together, when there were confrontations. It was partly, because they were concerned for each other's safety, and it was partly, because she helped Nathaniel carry out his duties. She made things easier, because not everyone was good at communicating with Nathaniel. Even though this crew was pretty relaxed about genders and races and other things, even though Nathaniel had a disability, they still had preferences.

Jaqueline had been given a high position, so that she could help him as much as possible. Nathaniel felt a little awkward standing there with his weapon. The pirates began to prepare the canons. They also prepared to board and slaughter all of them they could. Now that they were close enough, they began to use the pikes to stab at the other crew. The canons were really loud, and he could slightly hear them. He wasn't sure if he was actually hearing them or if it was the vibrations. Since he couldn't hear, he had almost a blinder focus, and he only really saw what was right in front of him. His sister tapped him on the shoulder, and he wrenched around and almost jabbed her.

"You've got to pay attention to your back!" she shouted before she moved on.

Nathaniel tried to stay near her. With all of the flailing bodies, they often got in between. Most of the time he dodged blades or sent a quick jab to discourage them from bothering him. While he would definitely kill to protect, he was still a little squeamish. Sometimes he had to stop and assist a crewmate. While she could hold her own against men from a distance, he knew that some male could over power her, and he refused to let her get a serious injury, if he could help it. They worked the best as a team. They had known each other almost their whole lives, and so they knew how to work together better than anyone.

He blinked for a moment distracted by someone trying to stab him. A gun shot went off nearby, but he wasn't aware of it. When he turned to check on his second mate, his sister was being throttled by a large man, and he leaped towards her side. He wasn't sure how much she could take, and he sort of panicked. He stabbed him in the back without thinking, because he wanted to protect his sister. He pulled him off of her, and made sure he was dead before he asked his sister if she was okay.

The nice thing about sign language was that it was a more reliable way of communicating over the noise of the battle. The only problem was if your vision to the other person's hands and arms were blocked. He turned in surprise, when he saw a female. She actually appeared neat and put together unlike himself even though he was a first mate. He looked like a tramp, and he wondered if this was the captain. He hadn't been aware that there was a female captain, however he knew captain's leaned toward wanting to have their own special flare.

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As they got closer to the other ship, Annalise removed herself from Clancy's side, knowing that he is more than capable of listening to her orders. She went below decks, a scowl appearing on her lips at seeing a few of the younger lads sleeping in their hammocks. How can they not hear everyone yelling and moving about above decks? Maybe because they are young that they are able to sleep through such noise that could wake a damn alien up in space.

She went over to them and flipped their hammocks over to where they collided with the wooden floor below them. She heard them hiss and the younger one, Derick, jumping up to his feet. He probably thinks he is about to beat someone's ass, but sadly that won't be happening. As he turned around with a raised fist and ready to punch her, he froze in his spot at seeing her. His face paled and his arm fell limply to his side. He shifted on his feet uneasily, embarrassed that he is caught by her. "Get up above deck, scurry dogs. We are about to head into battle. We will talk about your punishment afterward." She hissed, watching as both of them quickly ran up the stairs.

She shook her head at them, knowing that she needs to be harsher on the younger lads if they are going to survive out on sea. She watched the crew load the cannonballs below decks before she went back above, seeing that they are coming right up beside them. A smile curved onto her lips, excited to get into a fight. Let's just say that she craves to have a good fight once in a while, which is something odd for a woman to say or even think. Granted, she didn't care. She is a damn pirate for fricks sake. Well, she used to be a proper woman, so ending up as a pirate wasn't something anyone would've thought she would've turned towards.

She trotted back up to Clancy once more, whispering something in his ear. He nodded his head before she disappeared to blend in with the rest of the crew. She went to the railing, hoisting herself up onto it while holding onto a rope to prevent her from falling backward into the sea. "Men, I want the first mate captured and brought onto this ship. Torture to get the answers you need if you have to. Everyone else can be slaughtered. I don't want a single man, or woman if there are some, alive. If there is, there will be consequences for not following a direct order. Do you understand?" Her voice was raised for everyone to hear her before they boarded the ship. "Yes, Captain!"

She jumped down onto the deck just as they pulled up next to the other ship. Canons started firing while pirates started to board each other's ships. She grinned as she stabbed the first pirate in the chest before he could hit the deck, watching as he disappeared beneath the waters below them. She turned around, hearing someone come up from behind her. She had to block the blow before it could slice her head off. She took a few steps back, defending the attacks before she took her chance as he raised his sword again. She thrust forward, the tip of her sword digging deeply into his side. A blood-curdling screech left his lips, his sword dropping to the deck a second later.

She swung around, her blade slicing through the pirate that ran towards her from the side. "Derick and Rocco, get your asses over here and cover me for a few moments!" She shouted out, causing them to jump but quickly make their way over to her. "Don't let anyone get close enough to knick me." She warned, letting them wonder what she would do to them if she did get hurt on their terms. They have a feeling it won't be very good, especially if it gets back to her older brother.

She turned her attention to the pirate that she stabbed, seeing him kneeling on the ground with his hand on the wound to try and stop the bleeding. She bent down to his level and reached out, twisting her hand into the front of his shirt and pulling him towards her. Her eyes were as cold as ice and her face as still as stone. No emotion is seen whatsoever on her face. She was ready to kill, but she needs information from him before she is able to do such a thing. And, might she add, she is going to have some fun if he doesn't open his peephole.

"Who is your first mate?" She hissed, her eyes narrowed to show that she means business. He glared at her, his lips closing together in a tight line. A growl rumbled in her throat as she let him go and took a step back. She pointed the tip of his sword to his throat, not one to be playing games at the moment. "A name, pirate."

"Nathaniel Pickwick. The one with the girl."

Her brow raised, surprised that he would so easily give a name up. If she was him, she would die rather than give a name up to someone. Her crew is like her family and vice versa. Before more could be done, she felt a burning sensation on her right forearm, causing her to whip around and take down the pirate that ended up harming her. Her gaze narrowed in on Rocco and Derick, clearly displeased that they let someone get so close to her. Their eyes were wide at seeing the blood trickle down her arm before they trotted off before she could do something to them.

She turned her attention back to the pirate, cutting his head off before fighting her way over to the quartermaster, Elijah. She whispered who she wanted him to get, his head nodding. They went to the other side, a grin on her lips as she landed with a thud on their deck. She sidestepped when one of them came barreling towards her, causing them to flip over the railing and into the ocean. Her gaze flickered around the deck before she caught a man and a woman fighting next to each other. That must be Nathaniel. How interesting. She wonders who his little friend is. No matter since she will only be slaughtered.

She let a whistle leave her lips, her head jerking in the direction once she got Elijah's attention. He instantly went over there with a few others from the crew. She fended off the other pirates coming towards her, her gaze occasionally drifting in that direction to make sure they are doing alright. She knew they would be fine, so she went back onto her ship, getting rid of the filthy pirates that dare try to take over her ship. Of course, she made it seem that Clancy is the Captain as she doesn't like revealing that she is right away to anyone.

She looked up when she heard her name being called, seeing Elijah has Nathaniel as she asked. She nodded her head, watching him disappear below decks to put him into a cell for the time being until they are done with the mess here. Though, she wasn't very pleased when she saw her crew coming back on board while the other ship started to slip away. She let a string of curse words out as she sheathed her sword, her eyes narrowed as she watched it move away while the crew took care of the stragglers on board.

"Damnit." She hissed under her breath, her eyes closing as she put her bloody hand up to her forehead and rubbed it in annoyance.

[I hope you are alright with what I did here.]

Edited at October 8, 2020 02:07 AM by Deadly Karma

October 11, 2020 03:32 AM

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Nathaniel's arms were feeling like lead. Jab. Punch. Block. Thrust. Whirl. Stab. Kick. Parry. The cycle repeated itself and changed over and over again. He wished they hadn't stopped to fight their competitors. He could understand that his captain didn't want to share the treasure, but was it worth it? They were losing a lot of good pirates, as they fell to the other crew. His captain might think of it as the less he had to share and dole out treasure to, but to Nathaniel, these people were what was valuable to him.

Could he even trust his captain, if he was willing to spill this much blood? Perhaps the only reason he was around was because his captain had found him trustworthy. He knew that Nathaniel was loyal, and that money wasn't important. Had he been too easily manipulated? This wasn't the best time to be rethinking his loyalties, but war and killing did that kind of thing. Even though he didn't know a lot of them personally, they were still the closest thing he had to friends and family besides his sister. It was depressing and disheartening watching the carnage increase. It appeared that his crew was getting the worst of it.

He tried to keep an eye on everything, but he only had two eyes that moved in the same direction. If he missed something with his eyes, he could get left behind, as it was his only way of efficiently communicating. He tried the hardest to keep an eye on his sister, and the captain, but waving bodies, and defending himself were all in the way. He wasn't super concerned about missing anything, because they were the top two, and they were the only ones with the authority besides himself. It wasn't long before he felt a stab of fear. When their captain fell to a blow, Nathaniel automatically was given charge.

While his guard was down, the other pirates attacked. Nathaniel wasn't sure if his captain was still alive. As soon as he saw him fall, he had tried to make his way over. The wall of pirates slowing his way were too immense for Nathaniel to accomplish. He hated leaving a pirate behind, but it appeared the he would have to run. Anyone left behind might be killed whether. He wasn't sure if he would be able to gather the injured. Either way, it was about time for them to escape.

His eyes widened with panic, as he realized that he was being surrounded. He bolted as fast as posible. Somehow they managed to disarm him without harming him. He was dragged struggling back over to their ship. His own was now unleashed and getting read to sail away. Because they were occupied with restraining a struggling prisoner, one of his pirates on his own crew, managed to kill one of them before they were able to retaliate. Nathaniel had had hope, and he had rushed trying to get out, but they were too strong, and he was soon being dragged again.

He felt guilty for the man's death, since it hadn't accomplished anything. He would have been alive, if he had been cowardly and ran back to his own ship. He wasn't sure why they wanted him. He noticed the female pirate watching him as he was stuffed down under into the hold. At least as he got his last glimpse, he knew that they had escaped. He wasn't surprised to see his sister at the steering wheel. She would find him if it was the last thing she ever accomplished, even if she didn't want to.

His sister looked around for Nathaniel, expecting him to give the signal to retreat. It wasn't worth it anymore, they were losing, and she knew that the crew would be only too happy to get back to their own ship. She could feel their discipline slowly unraveling, as there was no head to take orders from. She launched into action, even though she was concerned and wanted tos top to look. The rest of the crew were depending on her at the moment. The captain may have been too stubborn to back down, but Jackie wasn't greedy, and she would much prefer to preserve her own life and everyone else's.

In addition, if they lost too many more, it would be hard to crew the ship. The female with the flashy style had two henchmen protecting her. Only a captain would dress like that and have henchmen. First mates weren't that important unless the captain and firstmate were having some sort of secret tryst, and the captain was very concerned about her safety. She doubted it from the confident aura she posessed. They appeared to be questioning one of the crewmates, before they left him to die. She began to be worried. She tried to reassure himself that there was no way that one pirate had revealed much important information in the time that he had left. However, she kept on thinking it over in his mind.

She took an inventory of who she had left, while they were scurrying around to do her bidding. It was all quite normal and necessary. She was only steering, and she couldn't stop to do a role call. The other ship was still close behind, and they didn't know if she would follow. She had fast lines and very well might be able to match the Sea Wraith and overtake her. While a little preparation might give them the element of surprise the next time they fought, she was sure they were outmatched, unless a miracle occurred.

As her eyes kept on darting about, there was one important name that she couldn't find the owner's body to. Instinctively, she called, "Nat! Nathaniel! Pickwick!" she shouted. The rest of the crew took up the cry, and they soon came to the conclusion that he wasn't there. Now that they were a little farther out, she realized that someone had to decide who would become the next captain. They needed goals and a common destination in mind, or they wouldn't be able tow work together. Jackie was relieved, when the ship surgeon came and started helping them. She didn't want anyone else to die on her watch.

Nathaniel was put into the brig. He headed back to sit on the bench with his head in his hands. While he wasn't aware who the person was who was inspecting him, the ship's surgeon was brought to ensure that he was okay and didn't need healing or that he wasn't close to dying. He was among the first that got checked out. When he appeared that he would be living for an indefinite amount of time, the surgeon left to attend to the others. May would be annoyed that he had been checked out first, but it would totally defeat the purpose if he died.

Once he was okay, they knew they could leave him be. He could feel blood trickle from his scratches, which was extremely uncomfortable. It put him in a bad mood. He was annoyed that they didn't think or want to leave him anything to care fo his wounds. The bruises were becoming more sore, colorful, and apparent, as he sat there. Little did he know that she was reserving giving him comfort, as it was one of the many techniques for interrogation.

He kept on waiting for the familiar vibrations. of someone entering the brig in the hold. He wasn't sure what they wanted with him. The captain was dead, and he felt that he was quite unnecessary. He hoped his ship hadn't fallen into chaos without a leader. They were all very stubborn and they might not want to listen to his sister. If one of the rest of them became captain, the whole direction of the crew would change. He really wanted his sister to survive. Without her there would be no hope of a rescue party, the crew would lose many more members, and he would be alone in this world.

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Annalise stood at the front, her hands on the railing as she leaned forward to look at the ship retreating in the distance. Granted, she could go after it like her brother would've done, but she is actually feeling somewhat merciful to let them get a head start. Now, if she sees them in a few day's time, there is no doubt in her mind that she will make sure that each and everyone is dead or their ship is sinking and the sharks are feasting on them.

Though, she isn't sure why they fought as if they could win. It was like they were protecting something, but what exactly was it? It isn't like she is set out to find some treasure or something like that. She is just sailing the seas, something she enjoys with a passion. She enjoys the slightly stormy days more than she likes the sunny days. They got away in a hurry, making her feel like perhaps they are going after something. Perhaps she will be able to get some answers out of the first mate, but then again, she might give him some time to rest before bombarding him with questions.

She was so lost in thought that she pulled the pistol as fast as lightning from her pants and pointed it at the surgeon when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She watched as his face paled, thinking that he was going to die for scaring her. She lowered the pistol, smiling sheepishly at him before putting it away. This is why the crew is sometimes scared to approach her when she is deep in thought. They could get killed for scaring her on accident. Granted, she would feel guilty afterward and it would definitely wound her that she lost a member of her family after killing the man.

She apologized to the surgeon before sitting down on top of a nearby barrel to have him tend to the gash on her forearm. That reminds her that she will have to talk to Derick and Rocco later after everyone has settled down. She won't say anything about them getting punishment for the ship escaping. She will let them walk on egg-shells around her until she finally breaks the tension. It is amusing for her to watch how cautious they are around her and how much sweeter they are towards her too. It makes her feel like she has a bit more power over them as well, even though she treats all of them equally. Well, most of them.

She glanced down just as the surgeon is covering her wound up. She frowned, seeing that she will have to change her shirt before seeing the man down in the brig. "Does he have any injuries?" She asked, referring to Nathaniel. "Just some scratches, a few wounds, and bruises." He replied to her. That made her feel slightly annoyed, knowing that he probably didn't tend to his wounds. She can't remember how many times she has told him to tend to the wounds on the "prisoners" no matter how small or big they are, but yet he still doesn't listen.

She said nothing but thanked the surgeon once he was done, giving him a grateful smile before making her way to the captain's quarters. She opened the wooden chest at the foot of her bed, one hand holding it open while the other moved around clothing to look for something to wear. She pulled out a simple white long sleeve shirt, not wanting to flash anything somewhat fancy when she goes down to see Nathaniel. She quickly changed before she grabbed some medical supplies from inside the room and left.

She went up to Clancy, standing next to him for a moment with the items in her arms as she looked out onto the horizon. She turned towards him, glad that he is okay. "How many?" She asked, referring to how many they lost during the battle. He didn't glance at her, knowing that she might be hurt that they lost quite a few. "Eight." She cringed, her lips turning into a frown as sadness clouded her eyes. She hated it when she lost people, especially that many. "I'm going to the brig to tend to the man since Jack couldn't do such a thing." She said as she turned and started towards the stairs. "If you need anything, send Elijah to fetch me." She called over her shoulder as she descended the stairs two at a time.

She weaved her way through the crew and down to the brig, her footsteps as light as a feather as she walked. She shooed everyone out, wanting to be the only one around Nathaniel while she, well, patched him up first. She had Derick open the door for her and lock it behind her, yet she glared at him before he could scurry away. He should be guilty for not doing his job effectively, especially when he and Rocco are amazing with the sword.

She turned her attention to the male in the cell, her gaze flickering to the bruises and the scratches scattering his skin. His clothes seemed a bit bloody as well. She probably should've grabbed some clothes from someone to have him change into. She will just have to do that later once she comes back or she lets him above deck. Yes, above deck. Even though he may be the enemy, she isn't sure yet, she doesn't like to keep her "prisoners" cooped up in the small cell. She lets Elijah keep a close eye on them, which he does an amazing job at. They have only had one accident, but it wasn't critical. It did mean that the man did end up back in the brig, much to his dismay.

She went to him, setting the items on the bench next to him. She knelt in front of him, her gaze sweeping over his appearance to see which wound she should attend to first. She noticed a wound on his torso, her hands reaching out towards it. She touched it so softly that it probably seemed like a petal of a flower was brushing against it. She may be a rough and tough pirate, but she is still as soft as can be, especially when it comes to touch.

"That man, I swear, doesn't like to tend to you guys." She mumbled, her brows furrowed together before she grabbed some anti-bacteria liquid from next to him. She dumped some on a surprisingly clean cloth before glancing up at him, her eyes soft and welcoming, which is not what many people would expect to be greeted with when they are being held in a cell. "This may sting a little bit." She said before she started to tend to the wound on his torso.

"What's your name, pirate?" Sure, she knew, but she wouldn't tell him that just yet.

Edited at October 13, 2020 12:37 AM by Deadly Karma

October 14, 2020 01:18 AM

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He realized with a depressed thought to add to his miserableness, that he didn't know who on his crew had died in battle. If he never found them again, it wouldn't matter. He hoped his sister wasn't too distressed, but he hoped that she was distressed, because it meant she was still alive. He strained his senses, and he thought he felt some footsteps, but he wasn't certain. He felt dread at the thought of not being able to see his sister again. As a child, he hadn't expected that he would be closest to a female sibling, but she had stuck by him. She was his biggest supporter, and she had tried to convince her parents the best ways to help him.

After being on a crew together, and being stuck on the same ship, and with the length of time they had known each other, he had never been as close to anyone ever. Unlike with other people, his sister and him could make up new signs and understand each other. With anyone else, he wasn't familiar enough with their thought process to even try unless they discussed it. He had never imagined that they would want to kidnap him, and he found this unusual. Most sea battles ended without prisoners, because no one wanted to do the disposing of the bodies. It was unusual that he was here. He had never seen himself as a target, and it appeared his captain hadn't either.

They hadn't tried to protect him, even though it would have made sense, so that he could be more alert. The only protection he had was from his sister. He was the strongest link, which might be considered unusual. Normally anything unusual was considered weak. Between loyalty and a language barrier, it would be hard to get through to him. He tensed as he thought he noticed thumping, which probably meant that someone was being given wide space. Either the official interrogator, or someone important. He couldn't think of a reason why the surgeon would chase them away. Perhaps so it wouldn't embarrass him if he wriggled or screamed any.

Some of the medics had some weird codes of conducts, which they refused to break, so they would want to give him privacy when he was being healed, even though the captain and the rest of the crew were allowed to do anything to him during interrogation. Now he realized that he knew nothing worth killing over, yet who knew how they would deal with him. Some people wanted to be rid of him simply, because he couldn't hear. However the surgeon had already seen him, so he probably estimated that there weren't any scream worthy wounds. While turned his head as the door swung open.

He wasn't too surprised that it was the female, as he had guessed that she might be the captain, first mate or something. He hadn't expected her to be one of the first faces he met. His eyes widened slightly, because he was curious why she would want to see him. It confirmed the idea that she was skilled or had authority. In his deep heart, he had been hoping it would be the surgeon. He expected, even though that visit would be uncomfortable also, it would be more of a positive visit for him. He wasn't sure who she was, but he had a pretty good guess that she was someone in authority. He was curious why she wasn't wearing the clothes she had before.

Her current ones were much more plain. Had they gotten too bloodied in the fighting? Did she want something dirty or easy to wash, when she started hurting him? This was certainly not the surgeon, and he dreaded what kind of tortures she would think up. He found himself sweating, because he was worrying about it so much in advance. He stared at the stuff she brought in, while she set her gaze over him. He stiffened as she came closer to the bench he was sitting on. While he looked angry and defiant, he was scared and confused. He wasn't familiar with the way she spoke, and she wasn't aware to let him read her lips, and keep her mouth in view.

Besides, he hadn't decided if it was best to play dumb or try to speak to her. He shrank back from her hands, but she was very gentle. He wasn't even worthy enough to get the surgeon? He wasn't even sure how important she was, so that he could give himself a partial compliment. He hadn't chosen to be a prisoner. Apparently, he wasn't a very valuable one either, or they had decided that his wounds were inconsequential, which was a very real possibility. He wasn't sure if he should stare at her, trying to glean information, or avoid her gaze.

He had never been around women much. It had never been necessary. The only one he had routine experience with was Jackie. Thanks to being on the high sea, and being deaf, he hadn't had any opportunity to talk to a female. He was too much work for hearing girls to put in the effort. Especially, since during the time that he might have had a chance to talk to a girl, boys weren't cool yet or discussed. He didn't know many deaf people, and certainly no one his age. He had never gotten the chance to familiarize himself with females, and now he was finding himself even more behind and socially awkward around them.

He wanted to ask her who she was, and what was she doing, but even if he managed to ask, would he be able to understand her response. He didn't want to be considered stupid again, especially, if she figured out that he was definitely the first mate, but it seemed an inevitable conclusion when he wasn't able to say anything. Either that or he was the most socially awkward person she had ever met. She would disbelieve that he was the first mate, which would mean he wasn't useful.

He knew that not useful people tended to get eliminated. While useful people got eliminated too, they might wait longer to make sure they had gotten the full use. As he wasn't sure how far he could run from her, and he didn't want to look pitiful, he didn't move too far from her, when she touched him. He wasn't expecting her to be gentle at all. He had been preparing himself for pain. At the very least careless roughness. He had to turn slightly, so he could see her lips. He wasn't sure what man she was talking about, but he was pretty sure he got the jist of the sentence. He stayed still now that he knew she wasn't trying to harm him. His eyes changed from her lips to the liquid. He had no idea what it was, and he didn't like it.

He glanced at her again and caught the word sting. When she tended to the wound, he promptly understood and hissed through his teeth. He cocked his head looking at her lips again. He guessed she wanted his name, but he wasn't sure he wanted to give it. He wanted to ask her questions, but if he could ask questions, he could answer them.

October 20, 2020 01:13 AM