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| DarkAngel013 | Feb 20 2009, 03:30 AM Post #1 |
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Sleepy Inspiration
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A customer? ... No, it was only a passerby local... A possible customer? Bah, failure there as well. Frustrated, Ren Topaz kicked a nearby barrel and immediately doubled over in pain. "Agh, this is hopeless, off to sea!" she exclaimed as her men moved under her orders. When they had settled into their worn-out ship with their supplies and items of importance, they set off to sea. She sighed, twenty minutes in, wondering how on earth was she going to save her father's business? That town they were just in was a hopeless little town, with not much trade going through. Even with the high quality items that her father's stores had, no one even stopped to look or even glance at them. It was all her father's fault. Yep, most definitely. She sighed again, thinking back to the times when her father actually had a very booming business, where many people came from around the world just to see his wares of rare and valuable items. But now, because he's been gambling and drinking, he's gotten their high-valued business tarnished and in slowly dropping down into debt, especially at the rate of which her father was drinking and gambling at. She had told him, when he was sober one day, that if she did not return in six months, then he should be able to focus on getting the business up and that he should get straightened out as she would try to get them out of the dangerous situation that they were in. She had left their one and only aunt to focus on trying to get her father to quit drinking and gambling, so he could bring their business to tip-top shape again. Days pass slowly, but at an even pace, the wind was as if it was hurriedly helping them to get to their destination. On the tenth day, the crew had grown restless. She wondered what could be the matter and she asked her first mate. "What's going on?" Ren asked with a bit of curiosity. "This is the infamous area where Raven the Pirate, comes raiding down on ships and many other merchants' ships alike," he said nervously, as he glanced around him, keeping an eye on the crew. Her eyebrows furrowed in slight concentration. This was bad. Her men were not meant for combat, and they could barely defend themselves with a sword, but they can do quite a decent job because of the last few weeks of training she had given them. "Well, our men can handle them... right?" Ren asked. Her first mate shook his head. "I'm afraid not... even with our men, they aren't strong enough to go against Raven's crew," he explained. Then he yelped when fog seemed to roll in... |
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| Fyre Prince | Feb 20 2009, 04:57 AM Post #2 |
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Lord of Sorrows, Designer of Despair, Aspect of Anguish, Prelate of Pain
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The brigantine Sea Witch slipped out to sea on a late afternoon tide, her sails billowing in a fresh breeze. She sat lightly in the water, despite holds well filled with rich aromatic oils to perfume the ladies on the island of Jamaica. A harmless merchant plying her trade. Not apparent to the naked eyes of the watching islanders who had been gazing unsuspectingly at her sleek outline for the past two weeks, or to any other ship who spied on her that day, were the heavy guns, thirty in all, placed well of out sight of prying eyes, but ready for instant use. She was as well armed as the British Navy, whose ships cruising in Caribbean waters often carried up to forty guns, yet as she left the island of Belcanti behind, she had the desired appearance her captain sough-nothing more. Raúl, the second-in-command of the Sea Witch, was a Spaniard who had sailed under many flags during the past five years, since fleeing from the reprisals of an outraged father who had found him trying to elope with his heiress daughter. He pondered the figure standing by the rail deck for several minutes before approaching. The captain looked as if he was in one of his thoughtful moods and he did not want to disturb him unnecessarily, but for two weeks they had lazed in the sun, drunk too much and made love to many women, and while all these things were exceeding pleasant, they did not fill the ship's holds with booty. He had something in mind, of course-he always did-but he was sparing of his confidences, and it was only recently that Raúl had found himself to be growing close to the enigmatic man who had plucked him from death one night when he had foolishly-in a drunken rage-provoked one of the Captains of the Coast. This was the name given to the sea-captains who gathered at the island of Tortuga to share the plunder they had taken. Sober, Raúl would never have had the courage to speak to Enrico Gonzavles, let alone insult him over something as insignificant as a pearl brooch which he had been attempting to buy at a tavern auction when the other man had intervened and offered an outrageous price for it. Raúl did not know the masked man who stepped in to save him from certain death, but he knew the name-Raven! A man who had appeared in the islands some three years before, no one knew from where. No one asked. Questions were not part of life in that rat-infested squalid area. He was equally relaxed among the rabble of the squalid tavern with a wench on his knees as he was with the islanders of Belcanti as if he had been born to both their odious concoctions and their way of life. He had been a mystery to Raúl those 3 years ago and remained so, although a bond of friendship had developed between them. It was a closeness that went beyond the articles every man signed before setting foot abroad a ship in these waters. "Capitán?" He hesitated, the ventured closer to the silent man in front of him who stood with arms folded over his chest, staring out across the darkening waters. "Raúl?" came the quiet answer. There was nothing in the cultured tone to indicate his place of origin. The man who swung round to face him was as dark as any Spaniard, with crisp black hair which curled into the nape of his neck above the collar of a white silk shirt. He was taller than most of his crew, over 6 feet-an advantage when facing discontented men, he had found-and broad, muscles rippling beneath the thin material as he stretched powerful arms above his head. "I think we have had enough of soft living, eh, my friend? It is time to get down to business again." "The men will be glad to hear it. That's what I wanted to talk about." Raúl's gaze momentarily swept over his captain's well-proportioned torso and again he found himself wondering why he had turned away so many willing women from his bed. He had not been so selective in Tortuga or other ports of call, yet these past weeks he seemed preoccupied and was certainly not himself. A woman, perhaps? She would have something special to hold the captain's attention. Lean, ringless hands-which Raúl had seen hold a baby or a small animal with great gentleness, yet which could crush a man's wrist seemingly without effort-came to rest on leather-clad hips. Across his broad chest was a baldric of red silk, knotted over one hip, which held the scabbard for his sword. A brace of pistols were tucked into the black belt above his waist. He was deadly with either weapon, although he gave preferences to the sword with its blade of fine Tolendo steel. A veritable devil he was, with that in his hand! "Sail on starboard bow!" The call rang out from the look out high above them and they both swiveled about to catch sight of a sail. It was but a speck on the horizon. Raúl was aware of the gleam which cam instantly to his captain's gray eyes. "Slacken sail now and stay off her port bow until first light. After the fog clears, we shall let her know we are here." |
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Some people blame our generation, but have they ever stopped to think, who raised us?? Erasing yourself from someone's life is not as simple as walking out of the door. Like everyone and trust no one. Don't be humble. You're not that great. Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock. Always borrow money from pessimists. They don't expect it back. Pessimism is great. You're either always right or pleasantly surprised. I'm not stalking you. I'm doing research! I say no to drugs, but they don't listen. I stopped fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. ~quoted from someone greater than I. | |
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| DarkAngel013 | Feb 20 2009, 05:21 AM Post #3 |
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Sleepy Inspiration
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The fog unnerved her. The death silence that hung over them like a drunken man, lingered over them so heavily, it can be almost considered that they were in a wake. Frustrated once again, she descended the stairs from the wheel to go towards the bowsprit, the wind blowing through her dark raven hair that reached her hips without the wind. She knelt down to take a good look into the distance, taking out her telescope and peering through it as the fog rolled off. She almost fell over when she discovered a Pirate ship was so close to them yet so far. "Battle stations!" she exclaimed, quickly getting back to her spot by sprinting through the deck. Her fingers flew over the wheel to try to steer them in the opposite direction in which the Pirate ship was coming at them from. When she realized that they could not be able to escape, she pulled out her rapier from her room and placed it on her side. Quickly, she dressed herself in a more man-like fashion and pulled up her hair into a hat that her first mate handed to her. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, his eyes displaying lines of worry. "Because, the pirates never take a girl seriously and since I'm only eighteen, what makes you think they'll actually treat me with respect?" she replied, fixing it so that it would be sturdy despite rapid movements from the thrust of her rapier. Her azure eyes was sharply focused on the points before her, as she sheathed back her rapier. She turned to face him, "Whatever happens, you must get that item to that place... however, if it's not possible give it to me." He nodded and then scurried off to prepare himself for battle as the Pirate ship was closing in on them. She went inside her room one last time, and picked up a small charm attached to a silver chain that gleamed softly in the sun that reflected into the cabin. She placed it around her neck and then buried it underneath her clothes... it was the only thing that she could remember her mother with. Closing her eyes for a moment as she took a deep breath, she readied herself for the attack as soon as the first cannon was fired, which shook the entire ship. |
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| Fyre Prince | Feb 21 2009, 08:32 PM Post #4 |
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((Stupid of me. >D Remind myself to soak my head in phosphoric acid.)) The sound of cannons reverberated through the stillness of the morning as both pirate and merchant ships exchanged fire. Hands on hips, Raven surveyed those about him, occasionally shouting an order in a clear, cool voice. The men were at the rigging, swarming all over the decks like ants. Swarthy-faced men with golden earrings; negros naked to the waist, brandishing swords as they repeatedly loaded the cannons and let fly with their payload, roaring in glee and approval each time the merchant ship shuddered under the relentless onslaught. "Commence boarding." Raúl passed down the order and soon the two ships closed and the sounds of grappling-irons being flung abroad the merchant ship added to the cacophony of the battle. With an exuberant shout, his men boarded the ship to meet with what little resistance the merchant ship offered. The wooden decks vibrated as men fought on them, the clashing of steel against steel as the crew tried valiantly to defend themselves against overwhelming odds. With the swift, lithe movements of a jungle cat, Raven sidestepped the thrust from a rapier held by a skilled young lad, concentrating as he parried and blocked each blow that otherwise would have devastated him. His men had already dealt with the crew of the merchant ship-who now either lay dead on the deck or bound and gagged-and now surrounded both their captain and the lad, watching the intense sword fight. The lad was a skilled swordsman, utilizing speed and agility to probe for weaknesses but Raven had no doubt who will eventually win. "Don't be a fool, boy! I give you my word that you will not be harmed. Besides, there is a pistol aimed at your back, and the man holding it is not known for his patience. Lay down your weapon now..." With that, he sheathed back his sword and folded his arm as he waited for the lad's response. Edited by Fyre Prince, Feb 21 2009, 10:26 PM.
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Some people blame our generation, but have they ever stopped to think, who raised us?? Erasing yourself from someone's life is not as simple as walking out of the door. Like everyone and trust no one. Don't be humble. You're not that great. Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock. Always borrow money from pessimists. They don't expect it back. Pessimism is great. You're either always right or pleasantly surprised. I'm not stalking you. I'm doing research! I say no to drugs, but they don't listen. I stopped fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. ~quoted from someone greater than I. | |
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| DarkAngel013 | Feb 21 2009, 10:45 PM Post #5 |
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Sleepy Inspiration
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Angered by the fact that her crew was nothing that she had hoped that they would be able to fight as, she almost screamed out in frustration, if it were not for the fact of a masked man appearing before her, attacking her. As her mind began to work to think of how to counter-attack the masked man, who was indeed a good swordsman, and one who she could learn a thing or two from, but he was raiding her ship and she was not going to let it go. She paused in her cat-like movements, her azure eyes glancing around her and indeed noticed that there was a person holding a pistol towards her. Her mind began to think of ways to avoid this situation... after all, her master would not appreciate the fact that she got beaten by a mere pistol. She took a deep breath and pulled up her rapier. She lunged with all her might at the Captain Pirate, only to find herself blacking out as something hit her at the back of her skull, falling to the ground. She was pretty sure that she would get searched, moments before this happened as her thoughts wondered through what might happen to herself and her precious items that lay in her pocket of her inner jacket. Edited by DarkAngel013, Feb 22 2009, 12:28 AM.
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| Fyre Prince | Feb 23 2009, 11:01 AM Post #6 |
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Lord of Sorrows, Designer of Despair, Aspect of Anguish, Prelate of Pain
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((Edited. Will take a while before reply. Brain ran out of juice.)) A low moan brought his attention back to the lad. Lady, he corrected himself. He had berated Raúl when he had struck her down from behind. She was a fine swordsman, with skills on par with his, maybe even better. Such people were rare to come by, more so considering her gender. Even as he thought about it, his eyes flickered back to the sleeve of his shirt where a stain of red showed on the white silk of his shirt, having dropped his guard during the initial few blows when he had underestimated her. However, the real surprise came when his men were searching her for things to loot. "Capitán! It's no lad. 'Tis a woman!" The news had shocked him, but it also pleased him. He had heard rumors about her, Ren Topaz, the sole daughter of Aiden Topaz, the once prosperous tycoon of a thriving jewelry and treasure business. In fact, she had caused quite a stir when she sailed the Lady Emerald into Port Royal 2 months ago. Raven had made it his business to find out who she was and found her achievements quite...fascinating. Needless to say, he was drawn to her. Now, seeing her in the flesh, the attraction he felt for her is even stronger than before. What a woman-a prize indeed-he had not been wasting his time. She was well worth waiting for! Courage and beauty and spirit! Another groan stopped his train of thoughts as she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes registered the shock as she came to be aware of her new surroundings. She lay in a double bed with velvet canopy and drapes. There was a brass topped table with a decanter and glasses directly beside it. Closets lined a whole bulkhead, and sumptuous rugs were scattered over the floors-thick, and brightly colored. Tapestries covered one stretch of bare wooden paneling. Gray eyes, like flints of steel considered her for a moment before he crossed to the decanter and poured wine the color of warm amber into a silver goblet encrusted with gems and thrust it out towards her, ordering, "Drink it, it will make you feel better." Edited by Fyre Prince, Feb 27 2009, 04:10 AM.
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Some people blame our generation, but have they ever stopped to think, who raised us?? Erasing yourself from someone's life is not as simple as walking out of the door. Like everyone and trust no one. Don't be humble. You're not that great. Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock. Always borrow money from pessimists. They don't expect it back. Pessimism is great. You're either always right or pleasantly surprised. I'm not stalking you. I'm doing research! I say no to drugs, but they don't listen. I stopped fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. ~quoted from someone greater than I. | |
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| DarkAngel013 | Feb 24 2009, 02:47 AM Post #7 |
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When she woke up, she immediately pulled her body into a position to fight, when she found out she was in a bed. In quick response, she checked her person and found nothing on her disturbed enough to be considered as horrible. She found that her items were still on her as well, and even in her pockets. She almost sighed with relief when she became aware of her surroundings, the bed, the room, and the person himself in the corner of the room, watching her. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him move and pour wine into the silver goblet of fine quality, she noted, as it filled. He thrust it out to her and gave her the order to drink it. The throbbing from where the man had hit her with the butt of the pistol indeed still hurt but she would rather not drink from any Pirate's goblet at all. Her azure eyes became piercing and strong as she hit the goblet out of his hand, defiant as the goblet hit the ground with a thud that barely made it off the rugs as the amber colored wine pooled out. "I rather would not," she hissed as she glared at him. "I would rather suffer than to take up on your offer." Many pirate ships has she seen while on her travels to try and save her father's business and everywhere she went, many were fascinated by the fact that she was a young woman, barely the age of a woman should be. Was it because her father's business made her famous or was it the things she's done since taking over his business? She edged away from the Pirate captain, annoyed by the fact she cannot see his face. One thing she's learned that if one hides their face, there's always two reason as to why: they're hiding a scar or something of the sort, or the other was because there is a reason why of which one cannot fathom over until asked. And there was no way she was going to ask him to take it off, after all, he was her captor... probably to hold her for ransom... but the whole business now is in shambles, barely even standing. Her eyes darkened. Did he capture her for something else? She could not figure out what it was, but she just decided firmly to stay away from this Pirate Captain named Raven until she can find a way to escape. Edited by DarkAngel013, Feb 24 2009, 11:15 AM.
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| Fyre Prince | Feb 28 2009, 10:54 PM Post #8 |
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((Sorry for late reply. PM me if need any editing.)) A tight smile tugged at the corners of his lean mouth as he observed the amber liquid seeped into the lush rugs. Raven filled another similar goblet as the one laying on the floor before taking a small sip from it, adding in a mocking tone, "No, it is not doctored, Miss Topaz. I regret the unnecessary suffering you have been caused, but you brought it on yourself." He touched his injured arm where flecks of blood had dried into crimson stains. "If you were not so valuable to me, I would throw you overboard. Had you succeeded in killing me, my crew would most certainly have done so-when they had finished with you." Leaning back against one of the bedposts, he folded his arm across his broad chest. "Allow me to introduce myself, so that you no longer feel at a disadvantage. I am Raven. You may call me that-if you wish-or whatever you please. However, an outburst of flowery adjectives to soothe your wounded pride will avail you naught. I am immune to rudeness: one becomes accustomed to it in these parts, and in one so young and beautiful it would be most unbecoming." "As for your crew, they are still abroad the Lady Emerald, which is now under the command of my men who will sail her to Tortuga. Confined below decks, of course, where they can do no more mischief." |
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Some people blame our generation, but have they ever stopped to think, who raised us?? Erasing yourself from someone's life is not as simple as walking out of the door. Like everyone and trust no one. Don't be humble. You're not that great. Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock. Always borrow money from pessimists. They don't expect it back. Pessimism is great. You're either always right or pleasantly surprised. I'm not stalking you. I'm doing research! I say no to drugs, but they don't listen. I stopped fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. ~quoted from someone greater than I. | |
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| DarkAngel013 | Mar 3 2009, 06:48 PM Post #9 |
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"Thanks for the warning," she said icily, getting out of bed to pull off her coat. The items that were inside on her own person pockets were still on herself, not inside the coat. Her figure was now more prominent now that her coat was off. She fixed up her hair enough so that it slid into place on her back, her raven hair resting just above the small of her lower back. She winced inwardly when he mentioned that he would throw her overboard, if she had succeeded. So much for living after successfully killing him, which had ended in failure. She listened to his voice, finding it oddly comforting, despite the fact that he was the Pirate that had raided her precious ship. "I already know of your name as it is just as famous as my father's company," she said blankly. "And your concern as to how I should speak is pointless... Thanks for it though." She rubbed her head, to try to soothe the throbbing that was coming from her head, that came no doubt from the butt of the pistol that had hit her on the head to knock her out. At least I wasn't shot, she thought while continuing to rub her head. Her raven hair that fell perfectly along her face and rested as well on her collar bone, moved gently with the movement of her head. Her bangs was mainly pulled to one side, not without its share of a few stray hair strands. She continued to listen to him speak and noted to herself what he said about her ship. He probably checked the cargo already, and his mates are probably drowning themselves in the jewels that were aboard the ship, she thought. Well, it can't hurt to ask about it. "And I'm going to assume you took your share of Lady Emerald's cargo?" she asked, turning her piercing azure eyes on the tall male figure. "As well as the treasures that also might be hidden in the captain's room?" She crossed her arms across her chest, waiting for his answer. Finally standing up and taking a good look at him, she couldn't help but "check him out." Carefully hiding her small blush behind her hand that came up to her face as if thoughtful, and pondering while the other arm was still across her chest. His upper torso was the perfect size that many women she knew would simply adore to merely just stroke. Along with the fact that his build was more or less "perfect", if she could see his face, then along with the nice body, he could either have the handsome face or the scarred, handsome face, or the simply "ugly" face. Mentally shaking those ideas off, she wondered mildly what the sisters back at the house would do if they got their claws into him. They go there so often, they might as well just invite the males to their bed 24/7, she thought. To bed... ugh, what they would say to me now that I'm a disgrace to all the women, especially since I'm old enough now. |
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| Fyre Prince | Mar 13 2009, 06:52 AM Post #10 |
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((Once again, my sincerest and deepest apologies for the long wait. I'm assuming that Ren has a chest which her keeps her stuff?)) Slate gray eyes roved boldly over her figure, narrowing as they lingered on her hair. His eyes flashed when he listened to her reply. "Famous? Or infamous? I am surprised that someone of your bearing and status would have heard of me. Flattered, in fact." In one swift motion, he hooked up the fallen goblet with his foot before catching it deftly single-handed as it flew up. Raven frowned at the empty goblet in his hand before he returned it to the table. He watched her intently as she gingerly rubbed her head, no doubt still hurting from the blow to her head. "Obviously your cargo will be forfeited. Repairs are not cheap. And the men lost in the engagement needs replacing. But fret not, the bounty in the captain's room has yet to be touched." Raven returned with a shrug of of his shoulders. "Had the Lady Emerald not opened fire on me, there would have been no engagement. I would have merely boarded her-and taken you. There would have been little or not bloodshed. The fault lies with you, my girl, if you gave the order, or with whomever you entrusted with her command." Catching her eyes on him, a ghost of a smile flitted across his face. "Despite this, I'm not an ogre," Raven told her quietly. "Although you might be more frightened if you saw what lies beneath it. It serves a purpose when we are at sea...my crew are the only ones who know that the face which is hidden belongs to Raven." |
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Some people blame our generation, but have they ever stopped to think, who raised us?? Erasing yourself from someone's life is not as simple as walking out of the door. Like everyone and trust no one. Don't be humble. You're not that great. Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock. Always borrow money from pessimists. They don't expect it back. Pessimism is great. You're either always right or pleasantly surprised. I'm not stalking you. I'm doing research! I say no to drugs, but they don't listen. I stopped fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. ~quoted from someone greater than I. | |
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