i was born sick [private] but i love it

[justify]_{Hi! So, before we start [sorry for this and how long it took], we are roleplaying the times of the Golden Age of Piracy, correct? I wanted to know before we begin (:}[/justify]

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The journey should almost be over at this stage. Unlike a lot of ships, I never let myself astray, to the best of my abilities. The clear waters of the Caribbean were luring me forth, not letting my attention to turn anywhere else. I loved it here, plain as it comes. The best spot for pirates too. Unexplored islands, rich merchants, and those innocent, naive ships that were more than ready to dare and lift the cannons at my baby. The thought made a devious smirk crawl over my expression, turning heads. One of the crewmen called from the deck, looking up for a moment, shielding his eyes from the sun, a smug grin plastered to his own scrawny face. 'Someone looks happy today, huh, Capt'n?' He cooed, fastening the sail according to my command. Leaning on the steer, I took a deep breath. 'Aye, 'tis a nice one. This keeps me wonderin' why we don't sail as often.' She chuckled, looking at the man who stood at her side, looking out into the open.

To the contrary of most of the crew, he bore an expression close to being described of boredom, not joining into the laughs and giggles and inappropriate jokes that harassed the jokes. At one stage, those jokes would put me in attention, but I've done a good job at teaching everyone their place. I looked down and caressed one of the guns that were strapped to me. One out of five. I also wielded two swords, and three daggers, also throwing knives for whenever these would come necessary. By all means, one was hidden in one of my boots, reaching up to my knees. Another I had next to either of the swords, giving me quite a scary appearance, I supposed. They weren't only for show, either. I knew how to wield them more than properly, and would be more than happy to. Years of bar fights and whatnot taught me everything I needed to know.

Fixing the tricorn hat, held at the base with a red ribbon, with a feather fluttering in the wind, I looked around again. 'Ahoy, Smith! Do ye see land?' I yelled to the man on duty in the bird's nest. I swear I could see him squinting, glad to hear the reply: 'Aye, Capt'n! I see th' port!' He cheered, along with the crew, who were more than happy to spend their share of our treasure in the nearby brothels or bars, me being one of them. According to them, as for a female, raised by a pirate, I was by far more of a man than some will grow to be. I remember I grinned in response, and I did now. As one of the younger members was waddling ahead with a crate of rum, I reached out and took a bottle for myself, raising it as we took a spot in the bay, leaving our marvel there. 'Go out thar! Show them wha' we've got!' I shouted through almost slurred speech, although not from alcohol, just the plain lazy way I managed to do it.

Letting everyone pass me, going out into the rich city that opened before us, I began to head out. 'Be careful, 'n no more fights. At least fer today.' The man, John, who took as a parent figure after my own father passed away, the same one who watched the performances with utter boredom and ignorance, called to me, approaching quite quickly, noting his peg leg, laying a hand on my shoulder. Nodding, I took a swing from the bottle, cheerfully stepping onto the board that separated me from exploring the beauty of an island. The name escaped me, but it was unimportant.

I didn't truthfully bother with names, although this I trusted to be Havana. One of the bigger and richest cities from around. Smiling, pleased, I watched my crew already stirring trouble. A few were up to thefts, other drowning themselves in bottles of strong rum or beer, while others went off to flirt with a couple of women, most likely than not harassing them. I didn't expect anything less and nothing more from them. Truly, that's all that their skills reached up. Now, luckily for a few, a couple of guards should pass by, and that would be more than enough entertainment provided for tonight. I promised not to include myself in such activities for tonight, so instead, I finished my beverage and went for a little exploring, of course, not before I went to see a new tavern, in which I drank a little more than I perhaps should, feeling my mind swim away from consciousness of actions.

Taking turns in gambling, I lost and earned a few coins, proud to win a third party in a row, standing from the table, turning to the table with a sly smile as I pocketed more than my prize was worth. Insults were thrown, but nothing more, as I earlier assured myself, the amount of weapons I carried enough to scare the man away. Walking down the empty streets, I looked around in boredom. It was dark already, and it was slowly proving to be boring. Certainly, there were a few attractions, but nearly as many as I thought there would be. Not with John taking the pleasure away, that is. I was always a fierce child, and longed to prove myself. Tonight, I had to busy myself in a different manner. 'Farrg.' I cursed softly.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=black][size=8] [Don't sweat it c;]

There was some sort of warmth that kept nagging me, although it was night, or at the most dark, I could sense it in my skin. Why was it always so damn hot around here? With a sigh, I run a hand around my neck, cursing loudly and foully, to the best of my ability, and that could be a lot. Still, each word was mixed with the speech of a pirate, and with someone like me, with a heart to tradition, coming from a woman dressed from head to toe like she stepped out of a picture. The weapons were often seen on my kind, however. The seas demanded we had them with us, especially if we were meant to survive. People such as myself and my crew were treated roughly whenever caught. There was, overall, no mercy for such scourges. Smirking pleasantly, I fumbled with a few buttons. What I wore was plain, a button-up white t-shirt, covered with mud and stains, a lot of different materials and substances most likely not meant to be there. Along with that, a brown vest, a pair of leggings, with thigh-high leather boots, a slight heel to add height to my posture. The taller, the scarier, I guess. At my waist was a lengthy red material, tied neatly to support whatever weapons I had. They grew uncomfortable on me, somehow. Never did they bug me, but tonight, they dug in almost painfully.

With some decency, I exposed only a fair amount of my chest, not meaning to take off everything I was wearing. That wouldn't work. A sigh escaped me, a sigh filled with relief at the ideal of soon arriving at the docks, from which I could easily navigate Jackdaw, my darling. Of course, thus being the name used to refer to our vessel. A thing of beauty. I missed the open seas already. To follow the tide and wind, with heavy breezes screaming into my face, the crew singing shanties as they went on with their works. I liked to imagine it made the day more enjoyable. Apart from our different stages of drinking, singing, laughing, talking, gambling, sharing treasures and exchanging stories of what we have done and thought, of our own private adventures, along with those that we only heard of. They were my second family, all of those fussocks, and I wished they haven't stolen my heart as much as they did. In some oddly admirable way they were also so dumb, innocent. Or as close as someone like them can get. It's good news that in the least they are trying.

'We live how we wants, I guess...' I mumbled, kicking a stone, watching it roll off into the distance. Already, it was too dark to see ahead. There weren't any lights nearby, therefore I focused my senses around hearing whether or not someone was approaching. Adjusting my hat, I sliced my gaze into the ground, not breaking the contact. I couldn't say why, but I felt like someone was around here. Somewhere. Almost lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce. My head's probably worth quite a piece in coin, I wouldn't be surprised if those scurvy scallywaggers would send some sorts of assassins for my band, nevertheless myself. They saw me as a blot on creation, a nuisance and something closely compared to a weed in a perfect garden. All of them could rot in the depths of Hell, for all I cared. Honestly, lately they've been sending a lot of their navy after us. Like they had an actual hope of catching us. 'Bringing us to justice,' they called it. The thought made me scowl, then growl.

Curse them all! We were already in danger enough as we were, there was no need to keep them in mind! They were all in the way. Already did they catch my father. Who else did they intend to snatch away before I was taught my lesson, or whatever they wanted to call it? Taking a deep calming breath, I cocked my head, making my way through the alleyways. There were shouts a way off, followed by bursts of laughter and louder comebacks. At once, I recognized my crew. They were going back, too. At least a few of them, unlike those whom decided to participate in... activities for the rest of the night. They'll be back by morning, that was certain. A single woman couldn't stop them, no matter how many sweet lies she's been told.

Frowning deeply, I run my fingers through loose strands of my hair. It's been a long time since I spend a night out of the ship. Unless passing out in a bar counted, then it has definitely been a while. Stumbling along, I found my way into another tavern, at which I stayed shortly. Honestly, I poked my head in, snatched a random bottle from a table and slipped outside again. Curses followed, blames being cast in all direction, apart from mine. In a matter of seconds I was out again, chuckling a little too loudly as I tasted the liquid. Whiskey. I took a bottle of whiskey. Hmm... Rum was definitely a lot better, but this would be something of little value. A free drink, huh? I grinned sheepishly, feeling my head clouding even further, my steps shaky and crossed as I blinked a few times to regain my vision. I was no lightweight, but with the amount I consumed, it was hard not to let the symptoms wash over you. I expected little less. I enjoyed the slight buzzing in my ears and brain. Enjoyed how even more confident I grew with each step ahead. It was all... enjoyable, I suppose.

Everything that happened next was a definite blur. I was simply making my way down to the docks, I knew that, going back to ensure the safety of my vessel. That was also simple to understand and process. Then, something bumped into me. Well, someone I guess would be a much better definition. Whoever this was, they made me hiss and spit curses like mad, throwing my arms in exaggeration. I never meant to sound as nasty as I did, but I did spill a little drink over me, and it was in my nature. Without notice, I had a whiskey bottle in one hand, and a dagger in the other, a defensive stance dropped heavily over me.

Then I noticed who stood before me. A blonde, pale eyes staring into my own ones, studying me closely. She muttered an apology, which caused me to straightened, although my fingers still dug powerfully into the stilt of the dagger, eyes narrowing dangerously as I proceeded to take a closer look to my so called opponent. I shifted closer. Closer, to the point she might perhaps feel slightly harassed, but I doubted that would worry me too much. There was something odd in her. She dressed... well, I couldn't compare her appearance to mine. I was heavily guarded, an actual blade in hand, dressed almost laughable, though people knew better than that. Nobody ever commented about me. I had my blonde curls escaping from the tricorn hat I wore, everything loose or too tight, for example the vest which was more of a corset.

Instead of makeup, I wore a heavy amount of charcoal around my eyes to protect myself from the sun. It was working, and so I never abandoned the concept. My hair was messy from wind whipping at it all day long, and my heels were slightly overused. They shoes were clearly made in such a way as of to ensure I could easily stand strong, and climb and run. I knew my way well enough. Without a hassle, I could climb on top of rooftops, and scatter from there. It was much easier to escape anyone in pursuit. I looked like a mess, while she... I licked my lips, staring down at her. Noticing the expression change, I relaxed, taking another shot of the alcohol, before finally speaking (apart from the earlier mentioned curses). 'Wha' do we 'ave here? Somethin' wrong? Ye don't look too happy t' see me, hmm?' I mused within a scowl, voice slurred. 'Aren't ye a sight fer pained eyes.' I mumbled. ''n wha' be a beauty like yourself doin' out by herself at such a late hour?' I asked her quietly, almost dangerously. God, my social skills weren't up to the top, were they? Oh well. I could honestly care less, I suppose. This was entertaining, whether I participated properly, or not.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px;][justify][font=times new roman][color=black][size=8] [I had quite a high muse so there you go xD]

John would be worried by now. It was late, I didn't need a clock to tell me that. The moon was set high in the sky, like the sun would be in midday. More than likely, it would have been just around one in the morning, maybe earlier, maybe later. I was never taught how to tell the hour properly, all I was taught involved fighting, gambling, shanties, navy battles, theft, treasure hording and how to use a compass and a monocular, which regrettably ended the education I received. The only two subjects in common with the children that attended school were reading and geography. I needed the ability to read in order to write and read letters, as well as any clues and whatnot. Paper was a safe route to communication, seeing how easy it was to get rid of it. As for geography, for obvious reasons, that would come in handy whenever handling a map, no? Swaying from target was unprofessional, punishable even if you worked for someone, which happened before. An experience not worth of repeating.

Of course, I never suspected I would be taught the normal stuff. There was no chance anyone would take care to teach me manners or another, foreign language, or maths, never mind all of the other things that children were fed these days. I was far from keeping track. At some stage, I felt remorse in the way one would feel when they wished upon something and it never came. I used to think what it would be like to be raised in a normal family, not having my mother being a pretend-male captain of a ship, and my father a privateer turned pirate, who took her side as the quartermaster. The thought wanted to make me laugh. Being a peasant girl sounded less thrilling than what I was doing. Boring, truly. What did they do in their free time? Obviously, I was aware of the few that spend nights similarly to myself, but what did the others do? Most would probably be stuck with chores, husbands, children even in some cases. I never thought of having a child, and wasn't envious of those that did. I wasn't in love, and I didn't want to put myself into a position where I would have to raise a kid alone.

Not that I wouldn't be able to do it. I was more than capable of raising a little scallyswagger by my own, or even just the help of John. I was certain he would have helped to the best of his ability, which I entrusted greatly. Overall, he raised me, and I was now a known person. Not in a way most would imagine, I fear, but nothing that would be too shocking. There were posters loosely hanging off a few buildings and walls, windows and doors, with a rough sketch of my face, having an excessive reward for that whom'll be able to bring my head up to the government. Unlike most people, I found that exciting, amusing and ridiculous the more they would go in the direction of fear. I had nothing to fear. I wouldn't be caught dead, never mind like that. They will have to try harder to catch me. Hell, they didn't face me personally once.

Still, that was enough to mark me as one of the most wanted criminals of the land. Huh. Judging much? I knew that it would be a bad idea to expect more of them. Honor was something I expected from the top they would have, and was proved wrong rather quickly. Such terrible accusations (despite being true) made from someone who never met me. It was sickening. Honestly, I could admit right to their faces that I was the one responsible, because thy wouldn't dare touch me. They were all high and mighty, but not when out in the open. Then they became pathetically small and vulnerable, masking themselves for protection, carrying bodyguards to save them from the fate that my kind would wish and attempt to bring against them. We, unfortunately and hypocritically were equally quick to judge and even quicker to carry executions. We were raised to act quickly, to think quickly, to respond sneakily or loudly, to be quick and violent, or otherwise dead. All of our parents, those that had tasted the lifestyle knew better than to teach us anything else.

Blunt they were. We could die any moment, therefore it was better to eliminate those that wished harm to you before they had to chance to lift a finger. Being arrested wasn't a feeling of comfort nor pleasure, and I would know perfectly fine. During some wild expeditions it was common to sometimes make a mistake, to slip, thus causing freedom to be abandoned for a while. Nothing permanent, that was for certain. We wouldn't have allowed that. A family meant it was family, not biological and not a fairytale one, but it would do for what we couldn't earn. We loved each other and protected each other, like a family should. We fought shoulder by shoulder, we would die for one another. Loyalty beyond compare, flowing in the veins of bastards and thieves, or whatever they called us. Scums? Scourges? Murderers? All of those fit more than likely, the best being that we could actually not care. We could easily ignore it, going on about our business.

Ignorance was bliss.

Luckily, we had plenty of that in our supply. There wasn't one pirate I knew - and I knew a fair amount - that wouldn't be an arrogant prick. Like myself. I never looked down upon them. The other way around, actually. They were admirable material, someone that I would look up to no matter what they said and did. That was also a part of my childhood, where I annoyingly worshipped a lot of people. Only one of those Gods lived to be recognized as one at this stage, and he was patiently waiting for me, refusing to fall asleep before her could make sure I was fine and away before he went off to earn his rest. That's why I still viewed him as I did. Because, when everyone else frowned and turned their backs on me, or didn't care as much as they could, he did that for all of them. The crew mustn't worry about their captain, because Ol' John was always there to look after her. And that was true, not once had he failed me. As my quartermaster and adviser, he also shared many opinions with me, as well as ideals and beliefs along with unimaginable adventures and stories of his own childhood.

As I grew, the stories all stayed with me, until I could begin them, and he could finish them, or vice versa. It worked both ways almost too perfectly. Bonded with the man, we often did laugh at nothing together and talked about nothing in particular. I did that with quite a few men aboard, however. They were always keen to listen and share. They didn't treat me like another one night stand, they treated me with respect and friendliness, as I liked to believe righteously so. Never forgetting that I gave them precisely the same. I wouldn't have dared to pick on them or look down at them due to such things like status. In fact, I shared so many secrets with them, as they did with me. Looking at things now, I doubted many families sharing blood had such a connection. I found that most could be pretty secretive, as when in there was little to get worked up about and embarrassed before someone that you were unrelated to, we had no trouble openly talking with each other.

It was magical, similarly to the night that enrolled now, moving at a pace I hated. Too fast. There were opportunities being missed. Blinking down at the girl, I leaned back a little more, huffing. Crossing my arms on my chest, I lifted my chin, trying to act maturer than I was. 'I'd be willin' t' believe so.' I admitted after a second's longer silence, averting my gaze on the cool ground for a moment before I spoke up again. 'Dunno wha' ye expected, though.' I shared a sly smirk, avoiding gazing directly at her for a moment longer, before returning to looking at her face, tilting me head, feeling the hat tilt along, cocking sideways as it slid on my head, which was a tiny bit too small for me. The hat belonged to my mother, though, and I refused to give it up despite the wrong size.

The problem wasn't something I couldn't live with, so I chose to mostly ignore it, even if it made me look more childish that I would sometimes wish. I lacked in stronger features. Yes, I had a pretty curvy body, and that's where it all ended. I was petite and small, deadly but funny at the same time, appearance wise. I carried so many weapons, fearing that the swords would click against the ground. A reason why I wore high heels. Thanks to them, I was able to step with more certainty which I previously lacked. Now looking at the girl, I felt mocked. She wore even bigger heels than myself, and without a problem would be taller than me without them. I pouted for a second, washing the look off. 'I see. 'n did I end th' fun fer ye?' I asked after a moment, taking a gulp from the bottle, before looking at the girl.

Without much thought, I offered her the bottle. According to my lifestyle, it was considered rude not to share a bottle of alcohol if there was someone who'd potentially would like to try it. It was followed like the no-elbows-on-the-table rule was by some families. It was less hygienic, yeah, sure, but nobody that performed the act honestly minded. Most were glad to just get a drink. Subconsciously, I wiped the opening of the bottle a little with my sleeve, before once again putting it out before myself, closer to the girl, in an offering.

[justify]_{Ha, that's no problem! How do I know that feeling.}[/justify]