He filled her up with contraband {Fantasy Pirate RP}{RP Thread} perfumes, smokes, and rums

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    ALFRED TAYLOR | MALE | HUMAN | CAPTAIN | BLONDE HAIR | GREEN EYES

    "It's of a bold young smuggler, from fortune he did sail. He rode the waves from St. Pierre and he never saw the jail."

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    It had been a long day for Alfred. and he noticed that the supplies were dwindling down, mostly the food and grog. It was time to dock the ship at a nearby town. Once the ship was docked, Alfred stretched as he stifled a yawn, ready to get off the ship for he had lost count of the days since they had last restocked. "Alright, time to restock." He announced before running his finger across the feathers of his pet parrot, Polly who let out a squawk. Alfred walked down the plank that was placed down and he stepped down onto the cobblestone street of the town. Ah how it felt good to be on land, sure he loved the ocean but he also loved being on land. Alfred was going to let his crew do their own thing. "Meet back here when yer done." He said firmly to the crew, before leaving to go purchase some supplies with some coins he kept with him. Though, something seemed off about this town. He couldn't put his finger on it but he knew something was off. His parrot was on edge and was picking at her feathers out of anxiety. At first, Alfred did not think anything of it as he had his mind set on getting supplies. Alfred pull out a pouch full of golden coins that he may or may not have stolen earlier this year. Alfred shrugged off the weird feeling he was getting and he was looking around, looking at all the townsfolk who were walking around and doing their own thing.

    C.A Daver

    After their captain walked off you could hear some brief clicking followed by a chuckle. Daver walked off the ship carrying a blank wooden mask. He might be a pirate but he didn't want to scare anyone. Yet. He stopped and turned towards the ship to look at a small hole that'd been put in the side a while back. During a fight against another crew. "ah poor thing, well I better get some wood to fill that wound up" he muttered in his scottish accent . Probably has enough gold or links in this place to get enough for the quick patch up.


    He turned towards the rest of the crew and waved quickly. "see you later laddies, I'm going to have a scuffle and some timber" he said as he placed the mask on. He turned and started towards the left of where the captain went. From what he remembered from...probably a hundred years ago there was a lumber yard near a tavern. Probably could get some wood and a quick fight. However he felt as if something was watching him. Probably his mind wandering again.

    A copper-skinned femme skipped down the plank, holding a blank sheet of paper in her hands with an old satchel filled with ink and quills. This was a new town-or, if it wasn't, she'd lost the original map for it-and she needed to record everything from the street signs down. Luckily for her, but rather unlucky for the crew, she'd stocked up on biscuits and was loaded with energy. She raced along the town border like a wild horse, stopping every couple of yards to record any changes in the wall's shape, then whatever she'd passed, then whatever was in front of her now. But, of course, she just had to have a little fun on the side.


    She began at the produce market, as troublemakers usually do. Her target was a bucket of oranges placed on the table with the bananas on it. It seemed like an easy job, but she wasn't exactly a stealthy person, and knew it would be best for the shopkeep to stop organizing the goods and go back inside for more. As soon as he left, Victoria's lips split open from the excitement. In an eyeblink she ran to the orange bucket, placed an orange on the ground, and ran back to her hiding shrub. Sure enough, the shopkeep came back outside, saw the misplaced fruit, scratched his thinning head, placed it back where it belonged, and returned to his counter inside. As he questioned himself upon coming back to the orange once again on the ground, Victoria had to pinch herself to stop her snickering. Unfortunately for him, he went back inside, accidentally allowing the cycle to continue. To spice up the joke, Victoria began leaving the orange in different places: across the street, under the table, on the windowsill, anywhere it could be plainly seen but raise eyebrows. By the time the man got sick of the act and investigated, Victoria's cheeks were red and aching. She'd just emerged from the other side of her bush like a tortoise when the man shouted "Hey!" behind her. Somehow even getting caught couldn't wipe the smile off her face, and she snatched up her unfinished map and held it up towards him. "Couldn't have been me, sir, I'm just a mapper!" She howled with laughter as she continued running down the street. "Oh, it's not worth it..." The shopkeep sighed, returning to his work.

    Megara's ears twitched as she approached the plank hesitantly. She gulped before picking up some of her dress so that she would not trip and fall. Slowly and carefully, she descended down the plank, taking a small leap forward before landing on the ground with relief. Megara let go of the dress and she held a small basket in her hand where she will be collecting food to cook. She was not the stealer type, she was the type to pay with currency and even if she was accused of stealing, she could wiggle her way out of the situation with her innocence. She walked around, basket in hand as she looked around, wondering what to buy. Megara bought some fruits and some meat. Along with a few peppers to add a little slice to the meals that she would cook. As she walked around, purchasing food for her and the crew, she could not shake off the feeling that she was being watched by someone. The neko stopped briefly, heart rate starting to pick up speed. "H-Hello?" Megara called out with breath. She shrugged before continuing with her food shopping. Soon, the basket was full with various foods, mostly fruits since she didn't want her crew to catch scurvy. She did not have anything else to do so she started to walk back to the ship to wait.

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    The Daughter of Storm and Sea

    Noelani Fara Larsen-Bou


    As the long stretches of cool morning morphed into the warm afternoon and now teased at evening, Noelani’s boredom followed. The she-elf had been lounging around at taverns, scuffing her boots on the cobblestone roads below her feet between routes, aching for anything remotely interesting to happen. Her motley little band had been groaning from a rotten hangover all day, except for her, and she had simply nothing to do in this risky dink little town. Lani squawked at them to ‘get off their lazy arses!’ (And literally I should add. The woman pretended to be a bird and squawked as loud as she could into their ears to rouse them) and to ‘find something better to do, er someone better to steal from then soberness from yer selves’.


    That was.. until a quaint and foreign little ship caught her eye in the docks.


    Noelani made sure to keep her distance as she watched the crew of the brig tie up the sails for port, taking note of each bright and individual character she could make out that was scaling the rigging or hanging around the decks. A handful of humans, humanish-animal people, and.... something she couldn’t make out properly from her distance, though it certainly wasn’t one of the former two. After a while of spying, expertly hidden by crates and the bustle of crowds, the elf finally felt something other than boredom that day - an overpowering urge to cause as much mischief, and maybe earn a little coin, from what appeared to her to be a naive group of young sailors.


    As soon as a few had left the relative safety of their ship, Noelani followed them, losing a few as they went to various other parts of the port town to go about their business. Eventually, the elven woman’s prey narrowed down to the tiny little cat girl of frilly dress and meek demeanor. The perfect prey, despite the irony that in her homeland large cats were other the hunters of those like herself.


    It wasn’t hard to sneak up on the girl. Rather easy, in fact. With the smaller girl so consumed with her apparent mission to shop for food (the choices of which Noelani kept commenting in her head how they would instantly spoil on the open ocean, or worse, get eaten up immediately), Lani could basically grab anything from the basket that she wanted and easily fade away into the crowd if she were suspected of thievery.


    However this cat-and-mouse game didn’t last too long, the younger girl becoming uneasy with her unknown presence. With great dexterity, Noelani swirled around to the next booth over, pretending to be extremely interested in a pile of peppers, including one so malformed and bulbous that the elf stole it anyway just for the sheer delight of showing the strange vegetable off later with a wild story to boot. After suspicion was dispersed, Noe went right back to following the girl, nearly tripping over a fairly large rock on the way from the booth.


    “Gah! What the bleedin’—“ Noelani started, her foot throbbing in pain at the surprisingly stiff and weighty rock. However, she stopped herself, a lightly malicious idea coming to mind as she stared down at the large piece of cobble. A grin wormed it’s way on her face.


    This should be good...


    Noelani pried the rock from its little nook in the ground and held it low, gaining back the distance she had accidentally made between her and the cat girl. Waiting patiently, the elven woman watched as the girl walked closer towards an alleyway, waiting just long enough the throw the stone below her feet that she would trip right in front of the gloomy entrance to that alley. With a sudden force, Noelani half thrown-half rolled the stone, positioning just right as to let the girl fall to the ground, hopefully in that nearby muddy puddle. She was having way too much fun already..


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    OOC: As my character as the only real antagonist to the rest, it would be difficult to be everywhere at once... hopefully my mention of a ‘motley group’ allows you the freedom of whatever type of distractions (and outcome of that ambush) as you please.


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    A slight smile graced one's lips at the words of the Captain, it would seem they had finally reached land and honestly, Alistair was getting quite a bit bored, even with one run-in with some 'nuisances', but that was the usual and never have they posed much of a challenge, though they did fuel him somewhat during continuous days spent on sea. The supplies were low after all and that needed to be taken care of, and he certainly needed to see if there was any new 'weaponry' that he has yet to be witness to for there was always no rest for the weary and that was the same for most of the working men that created such inventions of war. Plus Lady hadn't gotten her meal for today due to the shortage of dairy, and he would see to such a task that the small animal got what she deserved, so without further ado, he made his way to the plank and without much hassle, descended to the land below and into town.


    Though, unknown to the eyes of the townspeople, he had long placed a small iron blade before leaving the sea vessel, a dagger as one would say, in his left-side coat pocket for there was an eerie feeling the air and that certainly was not the workings of the mind, and it was better to be weary and on guard than end up at the end of blade and gutted like a fish. Looking around, he saw an assortment of stands, even fruits... a shudder ran through his body at the sight of them, he never could handle their sweetness or even bitterness, that was only one of a few fears he had and it would probably be laughed off by most and consider him to be a fool as well as a child. He quickly averted his eyes from such stands, he had a duty to uphold, first he would see if there was any bits of literature here, which was rare but sometimes that was the thrill of finding such gems, then milk for Lady, and finally the latest means of battle.


    Dairy.. dairy... agh! Why was there no one selling such a simple means of life and a vital piece of most foods?! Most people had avoided him, his silence was typically feared even if his appearance held no malice, but now his eyes were a slight narrowed and one could easily sense the anger rolling off his form that the very few that casually walked by were now completely avoiding any contact and most looked at him with their nerves on end, truthfully this town was the most pitiful place in existence for them not to have the slightest hint of milk, what were those bloody farmers doing then? Gah, he would just have to see as he went and maybe he would find them deeper in the village, and maybe some books to alleviate his anger, he honestly hoped that once this was all over that there would be some kind of run-in with another ship to vent out his frustrations.


    He could always make it up to his little kitten by getting some tuna, a whole tuna if he would have to, though his pay was considerable low despite his appearance would suggest, most of it had long dwindled in the many years due to upkeep of both himself and the other small life. Than he would just have to settle for a simple cut of such a fish, with that in mind he headed for the nearest fish stand, which there quite a lot of them he noted, truthfully it as a fisherman's town more than anything, and took to purchasing the smallest bit of tuna he could get without going broke, he hadn't yet looked at much of the other wares. But despite all the irritations and his attention centered at the fisher before him, there was sense of maliciousness in the air that his mind certainly did not wander off from. And there was more than one, and he could feel the adrenaline flowing through his veins as his lips slightly curved, a canine pressing on top of his lower lip, into what most would consider predatory.

    Megara had been preoccupied with thoughts. Thoughts on what she should make for dinner for her and the crew. This led her to forgetting all about that uneasy feeling she hadn't been able to shake off. Unfortunately, however Megara's thoughts were shattered when she tripped. And she tripped over a rock which she swore she had never seen before. Her skin scraped against the hard and rough cobblestone, leading to painful red patches on her skin and she landed in the mud puddle, her snowy white hair splattered with mud. Her dress, her ears, her tail, all were soaked with mud. Well, the food was alright, but Megara was not for she she was soaked in mud and she had scrapes along her skin from making contact with the rough cobblestone, and the rock. Megara was shocked, that she had been so careless to not pay attention to her surroundings, and now she was laying on the ground, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.


    Megara signed heavily as she moved to sit on her bottom to inspect the scrapes. They didn't seem too bad from her point of view. There was one right below her collar bone, a few on her arms, and at least one scrape on each ankle. Now she was worried, now she wanted to get back to shop as quickly as she could. But she wanted to know if this was just some accident or if someone deliberately put the rock there. "I-Is this some kind of sick joke?" Megara spoke, trying to sound tough and bold but she could not for her voice was shaky and she wasn't the tough and bold type of person either. So it was hard for her to get into the tough type of character. Megara waited before she started to stagger up to her feet, balance seeming off but it was quickly regained.

    Victoria stopped to catch her breath, sitting on the wall with her legs crossed. She'd gone back to mapping, and had decided not to distract herself anymore. She swore she wouldn't. She would concentrate.


    Or so she thought.


    Seagulls glided overhead, beckoning her to look up at them. With her attention turned to the pretty white birds, her map slid free of her fingers and let the wind carry it to the flock. "Oh, crap!" She spilled over herself trying to pursue it, but slowed. Her map was soaring high, untethered, free of anyone holding it and free of care. Envy weighed Victoria down, but she managed to keep up until it ran out of breeze and crashed on the shore. After scooping it up, she retraced her steps, seeing how far her map had traveled. The seagulls flew even further, looking for a mast to perch on. "If only..." She sighed, watching the birds make flight look as easy as breathing.

    C.A Daver

    Daver was crouched in front of a pile of timber inspecting each piece. The ship would only be allowed the best. Or the closest to that. He eventually picked up a decent sized piece of wood and stood up. He caught a glimpse of someone watching him. Better be ready. He walked over to the merchant and gave him enough gold, plus a tip for understanding what he required. "thanks lad, I'll be sure to spread a good word about ya" the undead said happily before walking off. He saw the person tailing him.


    As the pirate walked down the streets he quickly turned into a alleyway. The stalker followed secretly drawing a dagger. However the man didn't see his target so he continued into the alleyway. He was ready to swipe this sailors gold and expensive looking clothing. But as he continued on he heard a slam from behind him.


    The thief turned and saw the pirate lifting his skinny hand from a crate with a piece of wood laying on it. The pirate drew two of his cutlasses and let out a quiet cackle. "laddie you really picked the wrong guy" he simply stated before charging at the thief. The man tried to charge back and managed to stab his side. No blood or reaction. Unlike the slashes to his knees sending the thief to the ground.


    A skinny hand grabbed the thief's hair and dunked it into a puddle. "now I suspect you aren't the only thief, I've encountered thieving groups 60 years ago, there's more than one usually" he said coldly taking his mask off to reveal his skull "so where's the rest of your crew" he finished grabbing the wood piece and lifting it ready to smash it down. He did so leading to a scream ringing out.

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    The Daughter of the Storm and Sea

    Noelani Fara Larsen-Bou


    It took every fiber of the elven woman’s being to not laugh aloud at the girl’s terrible misfortune. The tumble, the crash, the scrapes.. and hell even the mud went all according to her split second plan, and Noe felt a warm though twisted glee fill her chest. I mean of course it was unfortunate only because she herself tampered with the girl’s fate in the most minute way by throwing a rock underneath her feet, but to Noelani that was where most of the enjoyment came from. She had a say in the girl’s brief suffering, and that, plus the physical comedy of her falling over and her fruit scattering, was enough to bring the woman to tears of false and ill-born joy. Of course that was only half of it. Robbing her blind was the second crucial half.


    Noelani, taking a quick breath to compose herself, began to step towards the cat girl, a forged look of concern on her muddied face. She reached her right as she began to pull herself from the ground.


    “Are ye alright lassie? Saw yeh take one nasty fall..” Noelani partially slurred out, her tone holding a surprisingly compassionate tone for one who looks so disinterested. She took the girl but her armpits and pulled her to her feet, setting her down quickly before she had a chance to object.


    “These cobble streets ain’t what like they used to, that’s fer sure..” she laughed, giving the girl a sloppy grin before turning her attention to pick up any of the stray food she could find that wasn’t ruined by mud, pocketing a few she happened to like for a later, though they were all bruised ones. “Don’t feel discouraged that yeh tripped. ‘Cause hey, I tripped earlier me-self and feel right in me arse. Though I ain’t a wee thing like you are.. That mighta helped.”


    Once she returned all the food that wasn’t spoiled or stolen into the basket, Noelani took the girl’s arm and examined her scrapes, once again without warning. Small sections were bleeding, which wasn’t something she had anticipated by tripping the cat girl. Lani would have felt a twinge of guilt run through her if she wasn’t so ‘hyper focused’ on the girl’s minor injuries; in fact she didn’t care. Scrapes happen, and it could have been a lot worse.


    “Tell ye what.. how about you take a wee break from shoppin’ fer a while and have a nice cold drink or a nice warm meal with me. Yer shaken to the bone, and I can tell yer in needa one.. I know of a quaint little place just down the street that you’ll love.. Best smoked salmon in the region I thinks..” Noelani offered, watching the girl with a piercing stare, though that was more from her elvish eye shape than it was revealing of her true intentions. She gave her a softer, disarming smile before continuing, tipping her hat in the girl’s direction. “What’d’ya say lass? It’s on me, too...”


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