*☆Following the Northern Star☆* (A Pirate RP In The 17th Century)

The aunt waved her hand, motion him to stop talking. She frowned at Constance, who decided to block at her every day disagreeable attitude. She patted the seats beside. "Do sit down." She smiled.
"Thank you" Sebastian said and held the chair for Sara before sitting down himself. He had placed Sara beside Constance to keep from having any bad feelings generated, though this put him beside the aunt.
 
☆Forms☆

Name: Alice Malony
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Class: First class
History: Born to a wealthy family. Her older brother died when she was young, and her memories with him are few. Her dream is to travel the world.
Personality: She is quiet, so people assume that she is snobby. She is just insecure and fears what people will think of her.
Discription/Picture: Short but delecatem. Long brunette hair that is curly when short.
Username: CrazyChickLady7
Other: Captain's orders
 
(Sorry I've been gone)
Duncan was in his quarters, sitting on the side of his bed. He was drinking rum in peace from the wealthy people he disliked. He hated that they were rich and famous, while he deserved it more than they did.
 
(Aw Crazychick, so glad you're joining!)

Charlotte sipped her glass of white wine slowly. Whenever she was with her father she wasn't allowed wine–and many other things–, but on her own she could do as she pleased and she liked to take advantage of that.
 
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Charlotte went to a table close to the middle of the room and sat down.
"See to it all the guests have something to drink," James replied brusquely. He set a lid on another dish which a servant quickly whisked out of the room

Samara nodded and went back to the dining room to count how many people needed something to drink.She then went back to the kitchen and got all the glasses onto a tray to take them back out to the guests.
 
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Samara nodded and went back to the dining room to count how many people needed something to drink.She then went back to the kitchen and got all the glasses onto a tray to take them back out to the guests.
James watched the young girl carefully to make sure she did everything exactly right. He couldn't risk losing his job over one maid's faults.
All the first class meal was prepared, the second class was nearly done, it was time to begin making third class meal. Ugh.
 

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