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RDchicken99 said:
A merry shout from the crow's nest from a voice raw with the sea. "We've good wind, Cap'n!"
Cyrus craned his neck, drank in the words. Words better than any rum. Took a knife to his senses, in the same way.
And Vin quirked her head with that little gleam to her predatory eye. She looked enough like her grandfather. The eyes flicked to Cyrus. "Shall you do us the honors?"
"Of course, lass, if you'll gather the men."
And she slipped away to the forecastle, taking her poison with her. He took in a breath, felt the prayer book in his coat pocket press against his swelling ribs.
He'd done things he was ashamed of. Things he was nearly proud of, too.
This, he couldn't classify.
Back aboard a pirate ship, and not that of his own. The Meredith was kept under his hand, how Vin ran her grandfather's he'd yet to know. He trusted her as he only could. But it was a trust bestowed to him from his friend. From her predecessor. A trust instilled with a promise-- a promise to keep the girl safe, and shoot down her high horse as needed.
He straightened his coat. Plain and brown, no golden buttons. A sideways glance was cast to her crew with his voice raised, "If you'll spare your attention for but a moment."
From the fore, Vhanya clapped her hands, once, crisply. It carried through the morning hum. And then she shouted for them all, in that low voice of hers, with her Aqra hiss beneath it, "Men! We're to sail in a quarter 'til. I'm certain you understand all of what that implies, yes? I expect the best efficiency you can manage, or I'll ensure your souls' damnation myself."
She doffed her hat pressed it to her bosom, "You'll gather anyone belowdecks as you're able, for Mister Bailey here is to ensure our safety as he so kindly does."
Should a navy keeping be passed to a ship of thieves? Murderers? They held their superstitions sacred. Their bottles, their women. But there was some notion of divinity in it all.

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The air seemed suddenly crisper, something in the minds and existence of the men and mythic within earshot of the Captain yielded to a united solemnness, like the encompassing hum of a singer's voice held pitch to a ringing instrument. Something in Cyrus's demeanor had changed as well. Responsibility, like a calling. He bore the seriousness with a calm, resigned expression.
"Jintao, summon those below deck."

@Lacy Duckwing
(I'd write more but it's dinner time)
 
RDchicken99 said:
A merry shout from the crow's nest from a voice raw with the sea. "We've good wind, Cap'n!"
Cyrus craned his neck, drank in the words. Words better than any rum. Took a knife to his senses, in the same way.
And Vin quirked her head with that little gleam to her predatory eye. She looked enough like her grandfather. The eyes flicked to Cyrus. "Shall you do us the honors?"
"Of course, lass, if you'll gather the men."
And she slipped away to the forecastle, taking her poison with her. He took in a breath, felt the prayer book in his coat pocket press against his swelling ribs.
He'd done things he was ashamed of. Things he was nearly proud of, too.
This, he couldn't classify.
Back aboard a pirate ship, and not that of his own. The Meredith was kept under his hand, how Vin ran her grandfather's he'd yet to know. He trusted her as he only could. But it was a trust bestowed to him from his friend. From her predecessor. A trust instilled with a promise-- a promise to keep the girl safe, and shoot down her high horse as needed.
He straightened his coat. Plain and brown, no golden buttons. A sideways glance was cast to her crew with his voice raised, "If you'll spare your attention for but a moment."
From the fore, Vhanya clapped her hands, once, crisply. It carried through the morning hum. And then she shouted for them all, in that low voice of hers, with her Aqra hiss beneath it, "Men! We're to sail in a quarter 'til. I'm certain you understand all of what that implies, yes? I expect the best efficiency you can manage, or I'll ensure your souls' damnation myself."
She doffed her hat, pressed it to her bosom, "You'll gather anyone belowdecks as you're able, for Mister Bailey here is to ensure our safety as he so kindly does."
Should a navy keeping be passed to a ship of thieves? Murderers? They held their superstitions sacred. Their bottles, their women. But there was some notion of divinity in it all.

@Isabella7Storm5
@Lacy Duckwing
@-Shade-
@Amer
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-Shade- said:
The air seemed suddenly crisper, something in the minds and existence of the men and mythic within earshot of the Captain yielded to a united solemnness, like the encompassing hum of a singer's voice held pitch to a ringing instrument. Something in Cyrus's demeanor had changed as well. Responsibility, like a calling. He bore the seriousness with a calm, resigned expression.
"Jintao, summon those below deck."

@Lacy Duckwing
(I'd write more but it's dinner time)
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The Captain's cheerful voice stole Jintao's attention. She ordered the crew and set the time for sail, Jintao glanced at the man in the nest, and for good timing too.
Ember's voice poked Jintao in the neck. His mouth parted only slightly before he closed it again. Now was not the time to oppose the Quarter mistress, but there were plenty of other crew mates around that could have taken the order just fine.
"As you wish," Jintao clutched the parchment tighter and gave her a nod. He wouldn't argue with her now. Should such a situation arise again, he'd correct her and send someone else to do the task that a cabin boy could handle. He disappeared below deck, making way for the cabins and found a group chatting amongst themselves about the joys of their pasts.
"Ignoring the Captain, I see," Jintao stood behind a fellow who already reeked of rum.
The man turned around, opening the gap to the other sailors who were still below deck. "Hey," he grunted, "we ain't got no orders yet. Don't go around accusing us of things we ain't doing."
Jintao slid his parchment behind his back, locking gaze on the first man, then turning it toward the others. "That's where you lack," he held his chest high. "Captain is giving orders above deck as I speak and is waiting for the rest of you fools to get up there so she might finish. Don't make her wait. It'll only be trouble for you."
Jintao turned on his heel, returning to the stairway, and watched the crew out of the corner of his eye as he walked. If the men knew any better, they'd have no reason to attack a first mate, but being called out could make the more foolhardy act in ways they shouldn't. The men exchanged silent glances and followed Jintao like they had a fight to pick. Jintao reached the deck first and found a place close enough to the fo'c'sle to be seen by the Captain.

@RDchicken99
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@Isabella7Storm5
@Amer
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
The Captain's cheerful voice stole Jintao's attention. She ordered the crew and set the time for sail, Jintao glanced at the man in the nest, and for good timing too.
Ember's voice poked Jintao in the neck. His mouth parted only slightly before he closed it again. Now was not the time to oppose the Quarter mistress, but there were plenty of other crew mates around that could have taken the order just fine.
"As you wish," Jintao clutched the parchment tighter and gave her a nod. He wouldn't argue with her now. Should such a situation arise again, he'd correct her and send someone else to do the task that a cabin boy could handle. He disappeared below deck, making way for the cabins and found a group chatting amongst themselves about the joys of their pasts.
"Ignoring the Captain, I see," Jintao stood behind a fellow who already reeked of rum.
The man turned around, opening the gap to the other sailors who were still below deck. "Hey," he grunted, "we ain't got no orders yet. Don't go around accusing us of things we ain't doing."
Jintao slid his parchment behind his back, locking gaze on the first man, then turning it toward the others. "That's where you lack," he held his chest high. "Captain is giving orders above deck as I speak and is waiting for the rest of you fools to get up there so she might finish. Don't make her wait. It'll only be trouble for you."
Jintao turned on his heel, returning to the stairway, and watched the crew out of the corner of his eye as he walked. If the men knew any better, they'd have no reason to attack a first mate, but being called out could make the more foolhardy act in ways they shouldn't. The men exchanged silent glances and followed Jintao like they had a fight to pick. Jintao reached the deck first and found a place close enough to the fo'c'sle to be seen by the Captain.

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Everyone left him. He was free to stand without being killed. Gecko tucked his wings in and eyed Galen. Pay him three times as much? He didn't even have a cent! The first mate went below deck and the Quartermistress stood waiting for him to come close enough to kill. Or at least that's what he thought. She was watching the Captain, so maybe she was planning on killing her instead? No? No. The Captain was safe. It was lonely Harpies like him that wasn't.
Gecko slithered to the side of the ship and leaned against the wooden rail, watching the Captain. Pay Galen, pay Galen or that fella gonna kill me. This wasn't what he wanted, getting killed because he had no money. Gecko bounced his fist off his chin. Go another way? Leave the ship? No, that fellow would see him leave and shoot him. He glanced at Galen and his wings flared with a quiver. Or, he rubbed his hands together, there was yet another way.
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
Everyone left him. He was free to stand without being killed. Gecko tucked his wings in and eyed Galen. Pay him three times as much? He didn't even have a cent! The first mate went below deck and the Quartermistress stood waiting for him to come close enough to kill. Or at least that's what he thought. She was watching the Captain, so maybe she was planning on killing her instead? No? No. The Captain was safe. It was lonely Harpies like him that wasn't.
Gecko slithered to the side of the ship and leaned against the wooden rail, watching the Captain. Pay Galen, pay Galen or that fella gonna kill me. This wasn't what he wanted, getting killed because he had no money. Gecko bounced his fist off his chin. Go another way? Leave the ship? No, that fellow would see him leave and shoot him. He glanced at Galen and his wings flared with a quiver. Or, he rubbed his hands together, there was yet another way.
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(If he attacks him…)
 

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