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-Shade- said:
The minutes dragged on for what felt like eternity, the sounds of the tavern dying slowly—too slowly—as the remaining straggler left or gave in to sleep, long, tedious minutes stretching between.
Nautalis tapped her fingers impatiently on the hard table wood, the steady rapping of the hard nails turning to a droning repetition, almost lulling. She forced her gaze to remain sharp, always worrying that the nagging thought of rest would overtake her constantly unfocusing eyes.
Time continued to hobble by, as lazy and sleepy as the midnight air of the pub, eroding the woman's patience alongside exhaustion. But patience was precious, especially in these sorts of missions. The Time would not expose itself if one could not hold on to patience.

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Lacy Duckwing
(Ack, I don't know how to advance this. Honestly, the back and forth of exhausting, dragging parts really adds to the effect of the hunting/waiting setting, so I think I'll let you both go one more time before I start doing StUfF)
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(It's @_-Captain BRM-_'s turn, so I'll wait for her before posting something. )
 
-Shade- said:
Ember turned towards the dawn light, rubbing a quick hand up and down her exposed arm to awaken some fresh warmth. The Harpy cupped her hands close to her chest, allowing a swirling flame to peak from her palms, climbing mischievous up and around her fingertips.
The silhouettes of early ships dotted the expanse of grey and gold sea, hazy spots far on the horizon, or looming shadows slowly tugging over the restless waves. The morning fog started to shift, slowly releasing its grip on the dock and swirling higher into the air- it would have burned off within a few hours.
Vhanya's voice sounded loud but wordless up to Ember's perch, the ring of command defined even though she couldn't understand the words fully. The Scorpion may have been a pain in the tail feathers, but at least she could order a crew effectively.
Ember shook out her burning hands, flaring her wings to keep the warmth circulating through her body as she draped her cloak over the edge of the crow's nest, pushing away from the mast and rolling her shoulders. The arrival of the strange Phoenix had ruffled her more than she should have allowed herself to show—it was a coward's way to avoid the chaos and seek shelter in one's own solitude. Unacceptable.
Embrace the chaos.
Ember closed her eyes, opening, closing, and flexing her pulsing hands.
Find strength in chaos.
She realized vaguely that she hadn't caught the Phoenix's name, followed instantly by the snappish thought that she didn't actually care. He was skittish, and a young fool. Naive, reckless, and uncontrolled—weak. It didn't matter if he was related to her or not, she didn't owe him anything he couldn't earn—especially not her respect or care.
Ember's eyes opened again sharply, the thoughts reawakening her confidence and she shot a sunlit glance down at the rest of the crew. The Harpy gripped the edge of the crow's nest, jumping up and swinging her legs over before releasing the wooden ridge, dropping down the mast.
Her wings flared, the crimson red scooping the flaming dawn light, a slight hint of exhilaration igniting within Ember at the drop beneath her. She wound a wrist around one of the many cords tethering the sails as she fell, the friction over her skin burning gloriously before she landed gracefully on the lower mainsail yard, crouching to embrace the shock of the landing.
The Harpy stood, leaning perilously on the post, supported by the rope still in her grasp as she glanced among the newly formed crew before finally settling a penetrating gaze on Vhanya.
"Alright Captain," she started, aware that her tone would likely spark a note of irritation from the Scorpion.
"You've got yourself the start of a crew and a hint at an idea of a destination, but we are far from ready to set off—as you probably know—and I've got places to be. So now, oh great "Queen" of the Quicksilver, tell us what the plan is, and let's get this show on the road. Do you know where to find the rest of your crew, or do you need eyes and ears to find them for you?"
Her tone gradually shifted as she spoke, more genuine in her questions, less sarcastic. The Harpy glanced at Galen and the other Harpy woman—another name she hadn't learned—as she finished, avoiding acknowledging the Phoenix.

@RDchicken99 (I wonder if Ember would make a good first mate...)
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@Lacy Duckwing
@Amer
@Crestcrazy2
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Coal had been pacing up and down the main yard (the beam on the main mast.)
So far, his pirating career had been woefully uneventful.
He perked up at Ember’s suggestion. He glided back down to the deck and plucked up his cloak, fastening it around his shoulders.
“Oh!” he said. “I can go with Ember, if you like.”
He tried to keep his voice nonchalant, but he couldn’t disguise the eagerness plastered all over his face.
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
(It's @_-Captain BRM-_'s turn, so I'll wait for her before posting something. )
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Lacy Duckwing said:
(Uh, alright. Let me come up with something. Earlier, before @-Shade- posted, I was thinking of dipping down into Jintao's past for entertainment reasons, but it might take awhile to write, depending how I did it, and I'm not so sure I should.)
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(Maybe a little, you could let it on a little at a time throughout the story to add a sense of suspense)
 
-Shade- said:
(Maybe a little, you could let it on a little at a time throughout the story to add a sense of suspense)
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(Yeah, maybe, but it was for entertainment, not really moving the story forward. Basically, while he was sitting there as the hours tick by, I was going to dip into it almost like it was a dream, and recatch up when the action woke him up. (I'm not necessarily going to have him fall asleep though.) If it's too long of an idea, I can just skip it if you guys want me to.)
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
(Yeah, maybe, but it was for entertainment, not really moving the story forward. Basically, while he was sitting there as the hours tick by, I was going to dip into it almost like it was a dream, and recatch up when the action woke him up. (I'm not necessarily going to have him fall asleep though.) If it's too long of an idea, I can just skip it if you guys want me to.)
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(It's up to you)
 
-Shade- said:
The minutes dragged on for what felt like eternity, the sounds of the tavern dying slowly—too slowly—as the remaining straggler left or gave in to sleep, long, tedious minutes stretching between.
Nautalis tapped her fingers impatiently on the hard table wood, the steady rapping of the hard nails turning to a droning repetition, almost lulling. She forced her gaze to remain sharp, always worrying that the nagging thought of rest would overtake her constantly unfocusing eyes.
Time continued to hobble by, as lazy and sleepy as the midnight air of the pub, eroding the woman's patience alongside exhaustion. But patience was precious, especially in these sorts of missions. The Time would not expose itself if one could not hold on to patience.

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Lacy Duckwing
(Ack, I don't know how to advance this. Honestly, the back and forth of exhausting, dragging parts really adds to the effect of the hunting/waiting setting, so I think I'll let you both go one more time before I start doing StUfF)
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Jintao turned away from the woman. She'd have her meeting soon enough and didn't need careless witnesses watching. He leaned back into the warm bench. Tay had drifted off into much-needed sleep, so talking with her wasn't an option. His eyelids slipped shut. No, he opened them. Now wasn't the time for sleep. Someone between the two of them had to keep watch should something go wrong. Jintao allowed his mind to wander to a distant memory that he had thought he had forgotten while the time wasted away.

The Destruction had rocked slowly that day as Jintao and Liam worked on their weapons. Jintao had been sharpening his cutlass and Liam had been cleaning his gun. "There's something on your mind," Jintao eyed his blade. It reflected off the lantern's dull light. Liam jammed his pistol shut without a word.
"Are you just going to leave me hanging here?" Jintao slid his cutlass to the side and began working on his knife. "The tension is killing me."
Liam slammed his fist on the old table. "I'm going to kill this crew one day! And I'll be sure to sink the Destruction while I'm at it!" He loaded his revolver and pointed it at Jintao with a click of the safety. "I would start with you if I wasn't outnumbered on this cursed ship."
Jintao's fingers tightened around his small weapon. "You'd be too fool to pull off a stunt like that," he said. He reached for the revolver, but Liam pulled it back and clicked the safety back on.
Liam flicked the dark brown lock from his right eye. "Yeah, too fool," he scoffed. He slid his gun into his holster and stood. "Try me."
The table skitted as Jintao rushed to his feet. He pointed his knife at Liam. "You talking about rebelling? Sloan and Teferi tried that, and look how far it got them!"
Liam leaned toward Jintao. He stood a clear five inches shorter than him. "The Crusher," the words fell off Liam's lips like they could poison Jintao. "Mavyak. They got away with Gohachiro Mavyak. And where?" Liam held out his hand. "Here!" he slammed his index finger on the table. "Right from under our noses." He pointed at Jintao. "And they get away. Free of charge. You'll never catch them. They'll just keep stealing our prizes while you sit back and do nothing."
Jintao straightened his tall form. "What does this have to do with your rebellion? Nothing, right? Just a distraction, huh? I'll kill you if you don't start fessing."
Liam shook his head. He walked to the other side of the room and stopped by a dimming candle. Turning back to Jintao, with a more subtle tone, he said, "Have you ever killed someone that means more to you than life itself?"
Jintao stepped back. He looked at the wooden floor. It was dirtier than usual, which was the fault of a missing slave.
"You haven't, have you?" Liam raised his hands. "No. Instead, you only kill those who you don't care about- those who mean nothing to you." He took a step toward the first mate. "Why, you didn't even kill Oddvar when he stole from you because he 'apparently' meant something to you." Liam stood in front of Jintao with his hand tightly on his revolver. "Ocheron," he whispered, a tear escaping his brown eyes.
Jintao's eyes met with Liam's. Liam wiped the tear from his cheek, as though embarrassed. Jintao fidgeted with the knife that was in his hand. Its wooden handle was smooth and the blade was light. "Who told you?" His question was barely heard over the ship's groaning.
"Does it matter?" Liam's teeth tightened. He pulled out his revolver. Jintao stepped back. "He was treated like a prince, then one slip, and that's over." Liam wrung the gun around his finger before putting it back. "The Crusher is allowed to get away, free of charge, while Ocheron is forced as a slave because his parents were rebels."
"Your slave, Liam," Jintao replied.
"You know the law!" Liam spat. "It wasn't his fault! If I hadn't stepped in, he would have died that day and both you and Captain Nahash know it's in his blood to be a fighter and a skilled one at that! It shouldn't have been up to me to save him." Liam looked down as he shook his head. "And he still died," he said under his breath. "I- I," his sentence lingered in the musty air with him never finishing it.
"It's done," Jintao said after a few minutes of silence.
Liam's eyes flashed at him. "But I'm not," he spat and went for the door. "Mark my words," Liam's knuckles went white as he shook his finger at Jintao. "I will get revenge for this. That is the last time I sink a ship without knowing who's on it." He slammed the door shut and his steps thundered as he climbed to the deck.
Jintao hadn't fully taken Liam seriously at the time, or else who would have never allowed him to leave the room that day. It wasn't until a full month later when he had saw Liam take his first action. Liam had been left in charge of a trading crew on a tropic island and never returned. The crew claimed an elderly woman was watching them during the trade, and Liam left to eliminate the witness. There was never a scream when Liam went to the stranger, nor was there any blood when the crew went to look for him. Liam and the woman simply disappeared without a trace. When Jintao personally questioned the crew about Liam's disappearance, they simply told him that the woman was a witch, and if they continued to search for him, she might cause them to vanish as well. Jintao didn't believe them, of course, but he couldn't change anyone's mind about it.
Two years passed with nothing more on Liam. It wasn't until sixty-four days after Jintao's own rebellion that he had heard of the young fool. Liam had indeed returned and successfully carried out the words he had said those years earlier. With the help of King Landchester's soldiers, he attacked the Destruction, killed her fine crew, what was left of it anyway, and sunk her well-worn sails to the bottom of the sea. Had Jintao not rebelled when he did, he would have been amongst the number of lost souls that day.

Jintao shook the shivers from his body. The tavern's smell of alcohol had crept into his nostrils, pulling him back into the present. An hour or two had passed since he last looked around the bar. It was now empty except for the lone woman sitting a few tables away from him and Tay. A frown washed across his face. Tay's meeting must have been canceled and so was that woman's.

(Done! And I like it. As I said, it's not really moving the story along (unless, of course, I decide to throw random things in here); it's just for entertainment. I hope nobody minds!
Oh, and this will probably be it for me as far as RPing goes until Monday, as I'm not online on Sundays.)

@_-Captain BRM-_
@-Shade-
 

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