Post by Darren the Black on Aug 5, 2017 16:13:47 GMT -8
[From the room]
[Lylant]
[Darren]
[Lylant]
[Darren]
[Lylant]
[Darren]
[Travine]
[Darren]
The clouds had turned an ashen gray as they neared the last leg of the journey. Truthfully, Darren didnt enjoy being this far north. Too many strange magical occurrences for his liking. Even recently he had heard news that some type of arcane explosion had erupted from deep within one of the northern cities, which though he wasnt sure. All he knew was that he didnt want to be here, buuuut while docking in Tyran a passenger had paid above the average fare and gold was gold. The Black Fleet wasnt always engaging in criminal activity to earn its keep. Besides, this was a good chance for his new firsty to grow her sea-legs.
Darren called down from the railing at the helm, "First mate Lylant? Where the bloody hell are you? Get your jolly arse up to the wheel! And you!" he pointed to Ryan, "What the hell you doin with that rope? Arnolds! Fix this dopey sack of crap!" Arnolds sounded off an 'aye' as he huffed over to Ryan.
[Lylant]
Lylant sat with her legs crossed on the upper deck, back propped alongside the sides as she dealt a hand of cards with one of her former crew mates. The journey had been long with little excitement, and a break now and then certainly wasn’t too incredulous.
She heard her Captain calling and smacked a card down to her mate, canting a grin as she did so. “I might be back,” she said, prompting herself upwards and hurriedly moving towards where Darren was at the helm.
“Ah, sorry Cap’n!” she ushered, “Didn’t realize we were so nearin’ the end, now did I?” Her eyes scanned the sky as the gray colors seemed to gape and consume them whole. “It’s a fitful place, innit? Nothin’ fancy about it, that’s for sure.”
She moved in beside Darren, her fingers fiddling with the buttons of her coat to adjust them closed. “Are you needin’ me to take the wheel?"
[Darren]
Darren occasionally allowed himself to wonder why women went to such great lengths to hide their form. It was one weapon they had that men didnt. Oh sure, he was attractive. Tall. Muscular in the right places. The kind of domineering presence most women on his travels had enjoyed. But he was not beautiful. Only women were. Most women could use their...assets to get just about anything. Lucky sons o' bitches. Done with the internal debate, the Captain ran a hand up and down the back of his head, perhaps scratching some itch. "Take the wheel she says!" he punched the arm of Erin, his pilot. "No, that's what we got this oaf for."
[Erin] The man cocked his head to face Lylant, showing a ghastly array of browning or missing teeth in one of the most lopsided smiles this side of the Mile.
Darren reached over and manually closed the man's mouth, "Naaah...nope! None of that Erin. Gods," withdrawing his hands from Erin's buck-toothed yuck mouth, he wiped them on Lylant's outter coat. "Can ya believe this guy? Wavin' that stink pot around? Nightmares!" He straightened his posture and finally explained why he wanted her up here, "Need you to check 'is work. Sextants on the table. Give us a course correction if you find any err."
[Lylant]
Lylant knew her Captain was attractive. She had also spent the last 5 years on a ship with crew like Ol’ Billy with his yellow teeth and facial scabs, or Erin with his ghastly mouth. When you’ve spent that long in company like that, a tall, muscular man with a smart head was sure to cause a fluster of emotions in a woman who’d been stuck at sea with aged stench and wandering eyeballs.
It had been over a day since she’d exposed her anger publicly in the Belly. She hadn’t talked about it, naturally, but it had slowly begun locking her up from the inside piece by piece until she’d jump into action with any sort of task or game to keep from feeling the shame of it. Her Captain was hers, always had been, as her leader, and someone she respected beyond words. Admiration was easy; ignoring it was the challenge. He’d led his crew through many an adventure, and now she’d be at his side to lead with him without a further thought — other than to occupy the Jolly Mad nickname that fit her just as well as the cinched dark vest she wore.
She winced at Erin as the man spread his teeth; they looked like ancient, crooked tombstones. She gave a loud cry as Darren wiped his hands on her jacket, gently smacking his hand away in shock. “What?! Why you be spoilin’ my goods?! This here’s a nice coat, sir.” Her face contorted into dismay, then piped upwards into a jolly smirk.
“Ah, you gotcha. I’ll be sure to check his work. About how much further we got until we dock, Cap’n?"
[Darren]
"How can 'goods' be spoiled when theyre covered in seven layers of sea garb?" he teased before adding, "Probably heisted sea garb at that." One would be hard pressed to find any among his crew that werent wearing something they'd lifted from elsewhere.
Darren tossed a glance to the shore line, looking for features before answering her question. "By my count," he flicked a thin black insect from the tassels of his stolen Imperial jacket, "An hour. Maybe more. Maybe less. Did yo-"
[Edgar] One of carpenter's mates looked up from his task of smoothing out a jagged plank. "Will ya be wantin me ta fetch our fare, cap?"
A fire flashed within him, but it was contained. "Egor? Eggbert?" Darren fought for the name while bringing the cannons behind his eyes to bear on the young man who had interrupted him, "Edgar! Edgar, halt my poetic word flow again, and I'll have you kissing the gunner's daughter." A sorry state to be in that was, bent over a cannon and flogged. While he so hated being talked over, he did have a soft spot for his younger crew, truly not wanting them to be put under the whip. Perhaps they reminded him of himself, long ago. "Also, yes. Edgar, go fetch Travine from the guest quarters. She will want to be ready."
[Edgar] He trembled initially with fear, but found relief as the captain's tone had shifted. "Aye sir! Right away!" The deckhand sprang to his feet and made haste.
Soft spot or no, Darren couldnt let this pass, "Edgar! Could you look back... just for one second please?"
[Edgar] The young boy skidded to a stop and spun on a heel... only to witness his captain giving him the largest middle-finger he had ever seen in his life.
A purely sadistic smile grabbed his face, "Yeah, you cant hear a finger mate. Seriously, dont interrupt me again." Darren then made a scooting motion with his hand, waving him away.
[Travine]
Travine, standing on the 5th deck. This ship was massive. She wore upon her top a white button down blouse with the top 5 buttons undone. That blouse tucked into a tight black pair of riding pants and a black pair of knee high Leather boots. Long wavy blood red locks, kissed her clothing and flesh. Emerald hues looking to the waters, seeing the land coming into sight
Footsteps approached. She hadn't had any 'tea' since she started this trip. A fire flickering in her eyes, yet she shook her head to kill the thoughts of savagely killing the one approaching, Shredding his flesh apart with those razor sharp teeth. Eating the flesh and drinking his blood. A deep breath was drawn in through her nose and let out through her mouth as those eyes closed, thene reopened the emerald hues returning as the flames died .as she turned around to see the one they called Edgar.
[Lylant]
Lylant pursed her lips in a lighthearted, mischievous way. “Say what you will ‘bout this jacket, Cap’n, but the truth still stands that it’s a beauty. Pilfered it myself off a fine ladyfolk at one of the crossings. Ah, but she was a lovely one, and it looks real good, too, don’t it?” Her open palms spread over the deep red of the jacket, long since worn and faded from salt spray and cannon smudge.
It was missing a couple of the silver metal buttons; probably torn off by Lylant herself in trade for other good - like grilled eel, which was hard to come by, but which whet her palate. She was even caught drooling once at the smell of it.
She toyed with a grin at the interaction with Edgar, but kept the focus of her attention on Erin and any screw ups he might contend with. "How much our guest be payin' us for?" she asked, mainly out of curiosity and not in a desperate need to know.
[Darren]
He eyed her attire as she explained its origins, "Oh its a fine piece to be sure, me Mad Maiden. Fit for queens!" he said in apparent jest while flailing his arms high. "Tis a good thing it appears weathered by this wretched life of ours," he flicked a loose button--the one just under her bosom. "This aint no fashion show darlin. Would have been a shame to let ol shark tooth over here give you a lesson in apparel!" Darren pointed to Erin, who chuckled without turning from the wheel.
He could tell her question about the coin being made by this voyage was a serious inquiry, but perhaps it should be. Darren would teach her later about ways in which the first mate was supposed to keep the captain in check. He didnt like the idea of being reviewed, but it was necessary. At some point every captain gets too drunk on his own success and begins making mistakes. It would be crucial that didnt happen. "Well, shes payin more that a few silver buttons, tell ya that much lady Thorne," his voice a gravelly bass.
[Edgar] The young man approached her with a measure of timidness. He removed his hat and clutched it to his chest before speaking, "Uh muh-muh-miss T-T-Travine?" he only knew her name and that something about her scared the hell out of him. He feared the Captain because he was the captain, and every good shipmate has a healthy fear of the cap'n. The fear he felt for Travine though... she was something evil. The way shadows seemed to follow her made him sweat with tension, "Captain Darren says we're almost to the port. M-m-maybe youd like to be topside?" he flashed a nervous smile.
[Travine]
Travine blackened lips twisted into a grin as she heard the boy. Those eyes peering at him, almost into his soul. Oh his soul... he was lucky she wanted to behave on this trip. She could have sliced him right there. An image of those claws extending and slashing across his chest flashed before her. Eyes blinked for a second and her head nodded. "Topside. Of course"
She began to walk past him, a slight shimmy in her step as she did. She was getting close to see her daughter. Could she behave while there? Or perhaps she would go and create chaos, destruction? The thought occurred to her many times. She could almost taste the rivers as they flowed with blood. Moving to the stairs as that flat ass wiggled slightly left to right. She began to climb the stairs to the top deck
[Lylant]
Lylant sneezed unabashedly, the mist catching the wind. “Oh geez,” she said, wiping at her nose with the back of her glove. “There’s always something in the air on these new adventures that just tickles my senses. Did you ever know yer former Master Gunner had allergies?”
She squinted her eyes as if narrowing them would help her see better out across the waters, scanning for land. She had missed dinner and wouldn’t catch the time to find anything now, with the journey coming to its close. She hoped to convince Darren to park with her at a tavern somewhere and drink their merry ways into the night before heading out again.
Moving beside Erin, she leaned over his shoulder as if spying on his duties. Calculated notes were taken mentally, comparing them to the charted course. “He does better than I expected, funny enough. Who woulda thought there be a brain in that large head of yours, eh Erin, mate?”
She laughed heartily, the sound pushing past her open mouth and nearly dying into the raucous breeze.
[Darren]
Once he saw her head poke out above the edge of the staircase, Darren waved Travine over to the ship's helm, which was on a platform raised slightly above the main deck. As she drew closer he felt both of his eyebrows raise slightly, taking note of her revealing top. Brave to show as much skin aboard a ship full of companion starved men. Then again, his guest wasnt the average female.
Darren knew when he took the contract to get her north that there was something... Rotten in her core. Something that yearned to devour. It was a look most people in the Mile had, a sort of crazed aura that put the fear of the gods in people not used to seeing it. Travine was different though. She was undoubtedly evil, Darren could sense that much. She hadnt killed any of his crew though, and that was what really mattered. It happened from time to time, they would take on a dark passenger only to have their guest murder someone to satisfy some ritual. Normally, that would only increase the fare of the traveler, but depending on who did it, they would have to kill that person right back. He was grateful he hadnt had to worry about that on this voyage.
[Travine]
Travine noticed the Captain as she reached the top of the stairs. He waved her over and she was more then happy to answer the summon of his hand. Those emerald hues taking in every inch of him as she made her way towards the helm. Stepping up onto the platform, she reached within her shirt. Those long, slender digits of her right hand slithering slowly along her flesh and disappearing slightly under the left breast. When she did this, the cloth of her blouse raised slightly then lowered as she pulled the small pouch of gold coin out and revealing it.
She leaned her head forward, bringing her lips just mere inches from his. "Thanks for the ride" That right hand coming up, dangling the pouch in the air. Her head pulled back slightly and those blackened lips curled into a grin so wide it exposed razor sharp teeth. "Perhaps I could hire you again some time" those emerald hues darted left to right then back again, "Though I can not promisssse that I will behave next time"
[Darren]
He, along with the rest of his crew -potentially including Lylant-, were not one to let a good showing of a bust go unnoticed. He watched with interest as she produced the purse, "Good spot for that, close to the chest and all. Hard to plunder without gettin overly hands on," the emphasis an obvious innuendo. "And please do keep this here Black fleet in mind the next time ye be needin quicker travel," he reached for the coin, "And behavin issss optional. If somethin more carnal suits yer fancy, there are plenty here to choose from... 'Cept Erin here. Ye dont want that one," he shook his head, "But if it be blood-sport youre after... well next time Ill allow you to bring your own.... 'cattle' aboard at no charge. My thanks for not tasting the wares on this trip, " he flashed her a sincere, albeit decidedly dark, grin.
