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Nat was a little wrapped up in the little bit of pain, and trying to figure out what she was saying. It took quite a bit of concetration, until he smirked amused that she was concentrating also. It was on something quite useful for himself, so he tried to keep his reactions minimal. She seemed like she was having a hard time figuring out a bandage, and he wondered why she didn't just get the surgeon to deal with it. Was she trying to work him already? It appeared to be the only normal explanation. He tried not to move around too much, not wanting to make it harder for her than necessary. He could feel the bandage tightening around him, and it reminded him of a constrictor. He tried not to panic, since he could tell it was for his own good. He thought it felt a bit tight. He wasn't going to be super active, and they weren't really bad wounds. At least he had thought he would be fine. He was relieved, when his shirt came back down. While she was caring for his wounds, he didn't feel like he could protest, but he felt much more secure knowing he was covered once more, even though he wouldn't have shown anything. He felt like some cringing cat, when she touched his hands. It took a little bit of thought for him to ignore his initial reaction. In a crew of mainly men, it was extremely unusual for any of them to touch his hands. His sister seemed to do it more often, and now Annalise. It appeared to be a feminine thing. He normally attended to his own wounds as long as they were in easy reach. Nobody in his crew liked to waste time, especially on a visit to the doctor's. He looked at the bucket of water curious what it was for. He thought that he knew what she had said, but he couldn't be sure. He nodded his head, hoping that was the appropriate reaction. He could tell that the woman didn’t understand his communication problems, and she was confused why he had not said anything. He was beginning to want to talk, but he hadn't figured it out yet. At least she hadn’t noticed, but it would soon become more apparent. He had thought he had figured this out on board his own ship, but apparently, it was because they were so close and knew each other, which was why he was able to communicate fairly easily. Here, he found that he was nervous to try. What if she laughed at the way he talked? What if she couldn’t understand him? Already he was becoming more used to her speech pattern and it was easier to figure out what she was saying. He knew if he spoke, she would instantly put two and two together. At least she wouldn’t be as willing to grill him, or that is what he hoped. After a while it finally dawned on him who this was. She was one of the Azure siblings, and she would rip anyone apart who messed with her crew or punish someone who had been part of a crew who messed with them. He hoped that she took into consideration, that the skirmish hadn't been one sided. He had relaxed, since she was tending his wounds, but he began to tense up again. He thought they had separated a while back, but he couldn't remember, and he wasn't sure if it made a difference. This was why the crew members tried to memorize the different captains. It helped them guess the treatment they would recieve. On the other hand he had heard that Annalise often treated her prisoners well, so now it was time to see, which rumor was true. He froze again, when her eagle eyes found another injury. That stung more than some of his other wounds. There was hair in it, and it didn't make it feel any better. When he noticed the frown, he felt a bolt of worry strike through him. What did that mean? Who was she displeased with? What action could and would she take? The cut had been caused by quite the large brute. Apparently, he didn't have much sympathy for prisoners, which he understood. He could tell that whatever she put on his injury next would sting like a bunch of bees, so he prepared himself. He didn't want to over react, but if it hurt, he wasn't going to hide that either. He was gathering up his courage to say something. He doubted she had much experience with someone who was deaf, so he was curious to see how they figured out how to talk to each other. Since she was full on view, and he had begun to get accustomed to her talking style, he thought he understood her. "I'm sorry ma'am. I'm deaf. While I can talk, sometimes I have problems understanding you, or there is a word I may not know. I'm lip reading you, and I haven't quite gotten used to the way you talk. If you expect an answer, you'll have to make sure that I can see your full face," he winced knowing that he had an accent, because of his lack of hearing. He could probably mostly lip read her from a side profile, but he would keep that up his own sleeve. Either way, he couldn't lip read the back of the head. It would be good to not tell her all of his little abilities. He would let it spill forth one at a time. He wondered how serious it was, when she pursed her lips. He watched her lips, and realized that she might be true. He would give himself a little hope, but he would get over that soon enough. It seemed that was a reoccuring theme in his life. He thought since they had tried to learn how to communicate with him, it had meant they cared. Perhaps it was only because he was first mate. They probably hated him. He let his darker thoughts take hold. They thought he was unworthy for the post, which had been a normal mindset, and he had worked so hard to get there. He thought on the high seas was the one place where he could fit in enough not to be an outsider. He vaguely realized that she already knew his name. He was a bit annoyed that she seemed to be toying with him, and he was already having darker thoughts to torment him. He didn't like feeling powerless, like he was being played with. He took a moment to assess himself again. His whole body was stinging for the most part. He lifted up his leg, and pulled up his pant leg. There was a place where something long and pointy had taken a bit out of him. He looked at her hoping she would deal with it. He knew it wasn't wise, but he found it easier just to ignore what she had said. It couldn't be true. |
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Annalise knew how to do a surgeon's work. She was taught by the surgeon on Lazslo's ship before she left. She wanted to know how to help the wounded soldiers and give them aid. It was better to have two sets of hands instead of one, especially if a few of the crew members are dying. Besides, she wanted to learn as she likes helping people. Sure, she may concentrate on her work at hand, but that isn't because she doesn't know how to do it. She knows exactly what to do as much as the surgeon does. Even then, he hates it when she is attending to her crew when it is his duty to do so. Besides, sometimes he doesn't do a good job so he has to redo his work. Perhaps she should seek a better surgeon once they pull into a port. She noticed him cringe when she touched his hands. It isn't like she is doing it because she wants to. She is doing it to get a better look at his banged-up hands and the treatment she will have to do to them. Sure, she may be a woman and hand touching is something that women like to do, but she isn't like that. She isn't really a touchy-feely person unless that person is her partner. Even then she isn't much of a physical affection person much less wanting to get touched constantly by someone. Though, she can't say she doesn't like that since she hasn't ever been in a relationship with someone before, which is kind of sad in her opinion. As she continued to tend to his wounds, he still didn't answer her. She wonders if he has figured out who she truly is and is trying to test her patience. She is patient, but there are times when people push her buttons for too long and she snaps. She hates doing that, but when she turns them down countless times, it is kind of hard to do such a thing. If anything, it made her want to cut off a finger or two to teach them a cruel lesson. Though, she doesn't do such a thing unless they try to hurt her in return after she tells them to back off. When she finally heard him speak, it is as if she is hearing him for the first time. That sounds rather funny, but she doesn't care. It is true, especially with the words that she spoke to him. She would've never guessed that he is deaf and didn't understand her if she wasn't facing him. Now that she does, she will do anything to make sure that Nathaniel can understand her and that they can communicate rather effectively. Sure, he might not be open to it since she is someone he doesn't know, but she is willing to try. If she is honest, she has only met a few deaf people in her life. She always put forth the effort to make sure that they felt welcomed and whatnot. Of course, that was when she was living on land and considered to be one of the wealthy women that every man wanted to marry. Besides, it was the only logical thing to do. It would be harsh and cruel to turn someone away for them being deaf or not being able to understand you. No matter what is wrong with you, she is always willing to make sure you feel comfortable whether it was when she was on land or if you are a part of her crew. Once she finished bandaging his head, she stayed on her knees in front of him. A warm smile is on her lips as her face is nothing but soft. "Hey, don't feel ashamed about telling me that you didn't understand me. Had I known sooner, I would've spoken slower and made sure I faced you when I talked to you." She is actually honest about that, even if he might doubt her. She truly does care for anyone on her ship regardless of their position. "From now on, I will put forth a hundred percent on communicating with you." She looked down as he stuck his leg out and pulled his pant leg up. She quickly got to work, getting the message that he didn't want to talk about how his crew handed him over so easily. Then again, he might have a hard time believing that she is telling the truth. She wouldn't blame him since he hardly knows her and she has taken him away from his crew. Hell, she would probably be trying to hit him and trying to escape had their roles been reversed. Once she was done attending to the wound on his leg, she carefully rolled his pant leg down. She gathered everything before yelling out for Rocco to open the door for her. She gave everything to him before she propped the door open with a bucket to keep it from shutting and locking them in. Nathaniel might be surprised with what she is going to be offering him next. She stood in front of him before bending down to be eye level with him. "You're all patched up. Almost as good as new if you ask me." Her smile continued to stay warm towards him, showing that she is no threat towards him. Well, it will stay like that unless he tries to harm one of them. "Why don't you come with me above deck? I'm sure you don't want to stay stuck down here all day. The captain won't mind one bit either." She backed away from him and went towards the door. Sure, she usually keeps them down here for a day before letting them out above decks, but she gets a feeling that he won't put up much of a fight. He seems cautious enough to not want to push anyone's buttons, so she believes that he won't try anything while he is free from this cell. Then again, she could be wrong with how easy she trusts people. She pushed the door open and stepped out before kicking the bucket away. She held it open as she turned towards him. It might seem like she is testing him to see if he will run at the chance of being free, but that isn't the case. She is clearly offering it. "Are you coming or not?" |
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Nathaniel knew that some people didn't try to be rude to deaf people, but they were too lazy or ignorant to know how to deal with them. Many people considered deaf people inferrior or stupid, because many of them couldn't speak a spoken language, so they couldn't show their ideas. They didn't realize there was a valid language that they could learn. He wasn't sure what he expected from her. Since she was fixing him up, when he didn't have any serious wounds, he thought that perhaps he wouldn't be abused while he was here, but he did expect to be confined down here. He supposed there wasn't much he could do aboard a ship. He was curious if she would actually try to put him to work. With her so close, he let himself be mildly amused at the thought of trying to flirt his way out of here. That wouldn't be working anytime soon, and it would only be an embarrasing flop. He let a smile curve his lips, now that he wasn't in as much pain. At least the stinging wounds were covered, and they weren't quite as gaping. They could now begin to ache, as the blood tried to clot and stop from flowing out. His smile sort of faded, when she smiled. His lips thinned to a line, as he was tense and nervous. "Thanks," he nudged the bandage referring to that. He looked at her, as if she were a strange object. He still felt odd telling her, but it would have come out anyway. It was technically necessary. He was a little skeptical, but he supposed he shouldn't be quite so negative. He was surprised that at the moment she was treating him like an equal. She wasn't treating him like a prisoner, or like he was deaf. He would give her a moment for her behavior to change. "I would appreciate that," he acknowledged her promise. Sometimes he sounded sarcastic, when he used those words, because it was one of his preferred sarcastic comebacks, but he did mean it. He was nervous that she was telling the truth about his crew. What if he was stuck here. She could keep him as long as she wanted to. Even though he was the first mate, he realized he couldn't depend on any of them. They had all learned to communicate with him, because they were forced to out of necessity, and it had made him feel welcomed, but he had to come to terms, that other than his sister and maybe the captain, he had had no friends. They hadn't really disliked him, but he had never created a real bond with them. Now that his sister was in charge, she might be able to convince the crew to come save him, but he doubted they would respect a female. Someone was sure to mutiny against her, and he didn't know if she had enough allies to turn the tides against them. That realization cooled any thoughts of trying to escape here. At the same time he felt like he had to be loyal to his crew. He was a man without a home without loyalities. That was dangerous. He did have his sister. Did this woman know about her? "How did you get here?" he asked her wanting to continue to absorb information. She seemed to be in a chatting mood. Perhaps after promising to make an effort to communicate with him, she would be more willing to relate her story. It would give him a chance to accustom himself to her speech pattern, and if she needed a little convincing, he would add that little tidbit. This woman seemed so secure here. He doubted she ever felt the fear tha the wouldn't be able to keep a hold of the crew. Did she actually know his name or was she guessing wildly? He gave a small smile repeating her words at her, "It's rude to not introduce yourself. At least where I am from," he amended, "What should I call you?" He was pretty sure that she was the captain, but he wasn't a hundred percent sure. She was at least the first mate, if she wasn't the captain. What did she think she would glean from him? He found that her calling him rude had pricked at him, but he had never had a problem with being rude before. He raised a brow, as she propped open the door. "Really?" he moved slightly so he could peer out the door. He supposed in the middle of the ocean he wouldn't be going anywhere, and he would never be able to catch up to his ship, so unless he was willing to suicide himself after she had cared for him and been nice to him, she had nothing to worry about. "Some sunshine would be nice," he muttered to himself, "It helps with healing along with sleeping, which is helpful for healing also." He walked out of the door with her. "I'm coming." He wondered if she would let him out of her sight, or if he should try to stay by her. Once he was outside, he closed his eyes and spread out his arms. Since he couldn't hear, it was very unusual that he would ever close his eyes. He could feel a few vibrations through his feet, and he knew that many people were staring at him. The sunshine felt good on his face, and the breeze was refreshing, even though he hadn't been below deck for very long. He stayed above deck so often, and he was quite brown. It was hard not being where the breeze could tousel your hair. He looked at her and everyone around him. He wanted to climb the highest mast. He wanted to see if his ship was still in sight. Would they go after her? He headed toward the mast, and with practiced ease, he shinnied up the pole until he reached the eagle's nest. He looked around, and was surprised, when he could see a black dot in the distance. He looked down wondering if they were curious or mad at him. He slid back down the pole quite quickly, and fell off balance, because it hurt a few of his wounds. He wondered if she knew why he had gone up there. He gave an easy grin hoping to appease everyone. "Very nice ship you have. I got the full view from up there." He wasn't sure what to do now: wander around, follow the woman, jump off the side, and try to catch up with his ride, steal a boat, and do the same or hope he could make it to shore. "Is there anything you want me to do?" he looked around and realized that they weren't really going anywhere. They were still busy taking care of the dead. Any of his remaining dead crewmates were tossed off the side. He hoped that they would have sparred any who were alive. They were still working at wrapping their own crewmates in hammocks to toss them over also. "Were any of my crew alive?" he was nervous about the answer. |
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Annalise glanced up towards Nathaniel when he asked her how she got here. Many people have asked her that and she has brushed it off. She usually tells them her name and then proceeds to tell them that they can figure out how she got to where she is. Most people figure out who she used to be, always wondering why she ended up taking a path to become a pirate and not a noblewoman like she was supposed to. In return, she gives them an icy look that shuts them right up. If they knew the life she had before she became a pirate, they would understand why she came to terms with sailing the sea. Of course, she never tells anyone as that means that she is letting them in on a past that she never looks back on as it has only caused her blood and suffering. She shook her head of her thoughts, knowing that it is no good to dwindle in the past. The past is the past and it is something that has to be forgotten. Well, certain parts of it anyway. She studied his profile, wondering why in the world he would want to know how she got here. It is one of the two options. It is either he wants to actually know about her or he only wants information to use against her. If anything, it might be the latter. Then again, perhaps he only asked to get to understand how she talks or something. That would make sense considering that is how she has seen deaf people learn how to understand people. In the back of her mind, she can hear her older brother yelling at her to not think about providing any information about her to this stranger she doesn't even know. She knows that once she gives him some information, there is no way of her turning back from it. She has made many mistakes like this before where it has costed her. The worst one was when she lost her first crew after she left being part of her brother's crew. Ever since then, she has been more cautious about what information she leaks towards a stranger or someone she doesn't really trust. She shrugged her shoulders as if she wasn't going to say a peep to him. "I used to be a noblewoman, having everyone envy me because of my clothes, the food we ate, and the riches that filled the house." She started, her gaze focused on the cell door in front of them. She wasn't going to give him too much information. "That life was something I despised even though many people craved power and gave me everything I could want. So, when my brother ended up leaving, I went with him. We started a crew together. I left a few years later and joined another. That's that." That was a lie considering she is the captain. She just didn't want to let up on that sliver piece of information just yet. She didn't introduce herself just yet since he seemed to be more focused on the fact that she is letting him out of the cell and not keeping him enclosed. She always finds it amusing when people are surprised when she lets them wander around. She understands why they are surprised, but why treat someone harshly as a prisoner when they have done nothing to harm you? Besides, being trapped in a stuffy cell isn't fun and usually makes people feel like they are suffocating and eventually go crazy. Besides, fresh hair and sunshine are always nice. She gestured for him to follow her to the deck after he said he was coming. Once they stepped onto the deck, she moved to the side to let him come up. Some of the crew glanced in their direction, not surprised that she has someone out of the cells on the deck. They know to be careful and to keep an eye on him whenever he is around them since she doesn't have him conjoined to someone at the hip at all times. Elijah came up to them, whispering something in her ear. She didn't really pay attention to him as her focus was on Nathaniel, wondering what he is going to do with the freedom she has given him. Without a word, he quickly moved away from them as if they were a disease. She felt Elijah move next to her, causing her to put an arm across his chest and hold him back. Her gaze stayed focused on Nathaniel as he climbed his way up the mast and into the crow's nest. A smile played on her lips, seeing that he didn't seem to miss a beat after the battle and her attending to his wounds. "Elij, I don't think we have to worry much about this one. He seems..." She trailed off, not sure what word she is trying to look more. "He seems different compared to others we have had before." She muttered as her gaze slid to him. "Anna, you can't just trust him because of your gut feeling." He pointed out. This caused a scoff to leave her lips. "Fine. I will keep an eye out just because I don't trust him." He said before he turned around and walked away from her. "It's a woman's instinct, Elijah!" She called out, a small laugh leaving her lips as he waved a hand in the air to dismiss her comment. Her gaze slid back to Nathaniel after she heard a pair of feet thump on the deck. She caught him almost falling off balance, her brow raising. Perhaps he is in pain because of the wounds that he has attained from battle. She will have to make sure to ask him how he is feeling in a little bit since climbing tugs at the wounds and could potentially make them bigger if not cautious. She noticed the crew nodding in Nathaniel's direction in greeting whenever they passed by him, showing respect. Besides, they already felt like he wouldn't be a threat. "Thank you. You should tell Clancy that, not me." She said with a warm smile on her lips. She was surprised when he asked her if there is anything that he can do. Not many people they have captured have ever asked that right off the bat. "Come." She turned and headed up the stairs towards Clancy steering the ship. She stood next to him, her gaze scanning the horizon for a few moments. She is annoyed that the other crew got away, especially with the amount of survivors that are still on the ship. By saying that, she has already told Clancy to follow after them. Even if they lose them, she hopes that Nathaniel will leak information about where they were headed before they were attacked by her crew. "Clancy, what would you like Nathaniel here to do?" She asked as her gaze flickered to him. He glanced towards Nathaniel, his lips pursed. "What are you interested in doing, boy?" He asked, wanting to give the man a chance in choosing what he wants to do before giving him something. She wanted to shrug her shoulders at Nathaniel's question, but she knew that would be rude. Besides, he has been complaint and hasn't caused any problems, so he deserves an honest answer. "Of course. A good chunk of them are still alive." |
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After her shrug, he looked away for a moment taking a break from trying to lip read. Nat had been throwing out questions, trying to get intelligence. When he looked back and turned back in, it took a little self control to hide that he was surprised his efforts were fruitful. He knew that a woman's life was very restricted compared to men, and he loved the freedom of the ocean, even though he was confined to a small block of wood, so he would continue to float. It made sense to him. Was she the type to make up a sob story to gain her prisoners sympathy? Perhaps he wouldn't have considered it that kind of story, if he knew that she became the captain. That seemed like a happy ending. He wasn't sure if it was appropriate to nod and show that he was paying attention, or if she would prefer to pretend that he didn't understand what she was saying. He was sure this was the abridged version, but it was more than a prisoner should get. When he came up on the deck, he was reminded of why it was safe to let Nat out of his cell. There was nowhere for him to go. While he might be able to cause mischief eventually, it was stupid for him to do anything now, while he was surrounded. He needed these people, and for now they probably needed him. With his back to them, he missed what Annalise discussed with Elijah. While it might seem contradictory to help his captors, he felt like he owed some basic service for decent treatment. Perhaps he might relieve some manpower, which could be used elsewhere, but as long as he didn't do something overt like helping them sail faster, he didn't feel like he was betraying his crew. He dipped his head to her, before following. Nat was surprised to be given a choice. They really were odd captors. He had to think about it for a moment. A popular place to help was in the galley, but there were also knives there, and it wasn't wise to let him near weapons. He didn't want to go around assisting with healing. It took a while for him to come up with something harmless. "I could do some cleaning," he suggested, even though that was considered an unsavory chore. At least if he were dealing with food he could feel that he was doing something necessary, but cleaning was disgusting and often felt pointless since a new mess was made every day. "As long as your crew isn't the type to make a mess because I cleaned it up," he added. No reason for him to step into a position where they made fun of him. He had a feeling that some of them would do that even if he weren't a prisoner. There was a jerk in every group. With his necessary skill of reading body language, it wasn't hard for him to deduce that she was unhappy that his crew wasn't nearby. For a moment Nat was confused at Annalise's answer before he realized what she had meant. With an awkward facial expression he expounded on his intention, "Were any of my crew alive on this ship?" He knew that many of them had escaped, or they wouldn't be making such good progress away. Would she tell him the truth? What if she had some malevolent plan that involved only needing him? As he glanced up judging the time of day and when he might next get a meal, he became aware of something up in the sheets. He squinted through the blinding sun, and became aware of a lithe form. With a shrill whistle that bothered him not one iota, he summoned the strange creature. Lifting his arm a clever brown monkey crawled up to his shoulder. "Sir George Tudor Namby Pamby!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide trying to turn to see the intruder. "This was the captain's. He's the only one who could afford it or allow it on the ship." He didn't add that George had a nasty habit of liberating items from sailors preferably while they were sleeping. It had been his captain's way of keeping his crew on their toes. Someone had to be awake to guard everything, which meant more would be accomplished. Should he ask what would happen to this useless monkey? He began to try to pet the monkey at the risk of losing a few fingers, which were very important to him, and noticed that he was eating one of the crew member’s pieces of fruit. Easily, he held two in each hand and if he hadn’t had to climb would have added another to a foot. Fruit was rather hard to come by out on the salty deep, and he knew one of the pirates would be very unhappy. “Hey Namby Pamby,” he tried to croon. The monkey flinched away and resituated himself, as Nat wasn’t as quiet as he thought he was. Since Nat couldn’t hear, and he never needed to talk softly out on the ocean, he didn't have very good volume control. "What were you thinking I should do?" he addressed Clancy, not wanting to seem like he was trying to control the situation. He tried to turn his attention back to what they were going to do with him, so the monkey would be ignored, making it a contradiction. However, little impressions and deceptions happened frequently among a crew that cooperated together. Surely, it could be forgiven from a prisoner. George was trained to find Nat’s sister. More accurately, he was meant to find the crew, not necessarily Nat’s sister. He would lead them here to mount a rescue attempt, unless one of his crew members muttered the catch phrase, “Oooh no you don’t,” which means that no one was going to be doing any rescuing. It was far from the smartest catchphrase, as it was often muttered by the crew when they tried to save their belongings from the immoral monkey. Most of the crew preferred to insult Sir George Tudor Namby Pamby, by calling him by the last two words, even though they were supposed to address him respectfully at least by Sir George. Sir was adequate also. The former captain had put in those last two parts of the name, because sometimes he needed something insulting to call his monkey when he was frustrated, but only he was allowed to do it. Nat’s captain seemed to equate importance with long names, and no one in his crew had a name as long as George’s. He knew that the problem with Sir George would have to be dealt with, but he was afraid they would dispose of the mischievious monkey. When he turned to look at one person who was going overboard, he realized it was Gordon the Grave. His crewmates weren't treated as kindly and were dumped over without being covered in a hammock. Gordan was quite visible, and it just happened that his head and face were facing Nat's direction. Gordan's eyes were wide and his mouth dropped with fright and horror. He had always been such a taciturn man. Had death frightened him more than Nat thought was possible? Had this crew done something to him horrorific? 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