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Post by THE SPIRIT TATHERWAY on Mar 27, 2011 19:45:43 GMT -5
Lying in his cabin, Shawn stared up at the wall, before getting up, brushing himself off, having worn his clothes from yesterday, and walked out of the cabin. Moving his way on the empty deck, he put his hands on the railing and looked out at Tortuga. None of his crew was awake, certainly since they were not leaving for some time, so he had the ship to himself. So, looking out at Tortuga, he thought about how life had been for him there. He wondered if his parents were still alive, or if they were dead. For some reason, it didn’t bother him if they were dead. He had lived for so long without needing him, that it seemed to him as if he never had parents.
“Welcome home, Shawn,” he murmured to himself, before walking over to where the line for the anchor was, grabbing it, and climbing down the rope, only letting go once he was low enough to not cause a giant splash. Ducking his head under water, he kept his eyes open, no matter how much the salt stung them. It was refreshing, being in the water. Slowly, he ran out of breath, and resurfaced, shaking his head, trying to get some of the water out of it.
Looking up at the glaring sun, he sighed, cursed under his breath, and swam for shore. Thankfully, it wasn’t fair. Once he reached shore, he took his boots off, dumping out any water, and walked up towards the halfway point between beach and city, and sat down. Staring out at the sea, and his ship, he felt as though he owned the world. As a kid, he would sit on the beach and stare out at the ships, thinking about how someday he would be a great pirate, just like his dad, and now… he was positive he had better than that. The Navy hadn’t caught him; he had a great ship, a good crew. There wasn’t much he could ask for other than that. Well, maybe a girl, but he still had some time before that, at least, he hoped he did.
He didn’t have to be psychic to know that someone was coming. He said calmly, “Hello, fine weather, eh?” Shawn had his sword and pistol, he wasn’t scared. There was no need to be scared. If they were some thug from the island, he could take them down. If they were another captain, he was sure they wouldn’t hurt him, now that they didn’t have him by surprise. Scratching his chin, he added, “Feel free to sit, I’m not taking up space.” Shawn also added the mental note of shaving sometime soon. Sure, beards were great, but he still figured he ought to stay groomed, seeing as he had to look nice for those wanted poster sketches. Sure, having your face on a wanted poster wasn’t very good, but if they did catch him, he figured he ought to look… nice, for those aristocrats. |
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Post by CALEB MILLER on Mar 29, 2011 16:51:15 GMT -5
Caleb was in big trouble. Big, big, trouble. He had stayed out all night drinking and claiming his legend (which was actually stories he'd heard from someone else). He had his shoes tied together with the shoe laces and slung over his shoulder. He carried his sword and his pistol (still attached to his belt, which was now off), in his left hand. He was trying to sneak aboard his ship by 'borrowing' a skiff and sailing right up to the side of the big vessel. His feet sank in the wet sand as he got closer to the shoreline.
There was someone there. Caleb cursed under his breath and thought about how to get away from this situation. His hung over brain had nothing. It was his captain. The Spirit of the Caribbean. Captain Tatherway spoke to Caleb and Caleb snapped into a salute, nearly dropping his belt in the process. "No sir! I cannot sit in the presence of my captain, sir!" He chanted dully, like he was taught to. "And yes sir, it is very nice weather, sir!" He did not want to be whipped. His body was already aching all over from his night of drinking, gambling, fighting, and various other activities.
Caleb stood at attention for the longest time it seemed, his feet sinking further and further into the sand. He hoped none of his new 'friends' would happen by. He had told a lot of stories the night before and was not eager for them to reach his captain's ears. Seeing how in all of them, he claimed to be the captain. He really should stop lying, but hey, it kept him in good company.
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Post by THE SPIRIT TATHERWAY on Apr 2, 2011 16:12:47 GMT -5
Quirking an eyebrow at the suddenness of the answer, and how… orderly it sounded. Turning his head over, he looked at Nob, and for a moment, became confused. Looking from the ship to Caleb, then Caleb to the ship, he replied, astounded, “Nob, it’s too early in the morning to be this orderly. Calm down, savvy? Ye act like ye did something wrong. What,” he added jokingly, “Running away from a Cecaelia or something? Hate to break it to ye, but those things I’m sure don’t like it up on land.” Ah, Nob, the powder monkey. Sometimes he wasn’t quite sure what to do with that boy. Mostly cause he was practically a bigger liar than he was.
“Take a load off, Nob,” Shawn patted the sand next to him, “Right now we aren’t doing anything that involves me being a captain right now.” Sometimes, he couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed when his men acted like he would kill them if they did something. It wasn’t like he was going to kill them or anything. In fact, had he ever killed someone intentionally? The only times he ever remembered killing intentionally was when he was battling a few Navy officers. But that was it.
A light breeze blew, and he turned his head back out to the sea. There we’re a lot of places to go. Treasure to get, ships to pillage, the Navy to outrun. But soon enough…
There would be less in the world.
“You know, Nob,” he said, staring out at the horizon, “When I was your age, I lived here. Then I figured, why not go out to sea. How’d you get to being on my crew, eh? What made ye go into piracy.” Shawn, in reality, figured that Caleb was some rich boy who wanted a change in atmosphere. That’s why he was powder monkey. He didn’t expect Caleb to stay very long. Soon he’d probably get tired of it, they’d drop him offsomewhere and things would go back to normal. That’s how he figured it would be, soon.
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