Posts by Alchemica

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I've read an issue or two of Beasts of Burden... I don't have a perfect knowledge of it, but I really enjoy the concept. I'd be interested making a character involved with this kind of group too.

Would it comprise of mostly dogs or would we have any species allowed? Also, would they be domestic pets like in the comic or would they be strays?

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Ah okay. Well then, count me in. xD
I'm excited to see where this idea goes.

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That sounds good to me. Also, makes sense historically that a Spanish ship would go after a French vessel during the 17th century The tail-end of the Franco-Spanish War was during the golden age of pirates I think. Even if it is a random siege. >w>

So yeah, I'm definitely excited to see how this goes. Would you like to start or I could too if you want. ^^

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ooc: No problem. *starts typing* c:

The morning fog had rolled in, water turning silver under an overcast sky. Le Diamant Lilly cut through a placid sea, almost still except for the waves lapping gently against her sides. She was a repurposed Dutch herring buss, and according to Capt. Matteo, a "broken jewel" of the ocean. Bastien leaned over the port, trying to keep himself steady as she lurched, digging his nails in freshly painted teal wood. He let his head roll back until he could just see the French flag swaying in the wind and waited. He did not know what had come over him today. Simply put, it was some kind of dread, a sinking in his stomach. He felt strangely sick.

Like something bad was going to happen today.

"Bastien!" Capt. Matteo's voice echoed in the mist as he staggered away from the helm. Bastien took his hands off the side and nodded. He didn't have to be told what to do. Trying to ignore the odd feeling, he crouched down and set to folding out fishing nets with the rest of the crew. For a moment, he thought he heard an odd rumbling sound. Maybe he was imagining things. Maybe today would go as planned. He'd work, come back safe, arrive back home to see Adeline. They'd play a game, or write a letter to Éloïse in Paris...

"Bastien!" Again, he heard his name. Bastien wiped his forehead with his arm and got up. He called out to Capt. Matteo, "Yes Captain, I am working on the nets!"

"No, get my spyglass! I need the spyglass, Bastien." Something about the Captain's voice unnerved Bastien. He sounded worried, which was unlike the normally jovial, joking Matteo. His voice had an awful hitch to it, like he was about to panic. Bastien didn't hesitate. He fished out the spyglass from the end of the boat and handed it to his superior, who then focused it somewhere starboard. "Aye, it's Spanish." The man grumbled. "Didn't see them; This damned fog."

A chill ran down Bastien's spine. He turned to where the Captain had pointed the spyglass. It was faint, but growing quickly into clarity. A dark shape moving closer. Some of the crew were already heading to the sides of the ship, gazing up as, from out of the mist, the Spanish ship was already heading towards them...

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ooc: Ah, your writing is fine. -w-

Capt. Matteo barked something to the crew while the Spanish ship, a large merchant vessel by the looks of it, swung closer. They were not avoiding Le Diamant Lilly, they were aiming for her now. Bastien could see the Spanish flag flapping along with the breeze, while above it, a black flag boldy bore a skull and crossbones. It was the symbol of pirates. That premonition from earlier... had it been a warning of his own death?

There was no time to think about this now, nor any time to flee, and the crew was searching for weapons. Meager harpoons and rods were no match for swords, but Capt. Matteo had a flintlock. He was carrying it now, his face fumbling between fear and anger with the gun in his hand. Bastien picked up the closest thing to him, a hooked gaff normally used for larger fish, and joined the rest of their small fishing crew. His fingers curled around the gaff, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

Their own captain moved in front of the crowd, glaring at the figure who was boarding their ship. He spoke a few words in Spanish to the other man, "I know what you are. We have nothing here for you, pirate." Capt. Matteo sneered, "This is a fishing ship. Nothing of value." He was standing in front of the gangplank, attempting to physically block the pirate from entering. Capt. Matteo was a bigger man, rough and aged. Rumor had it he'd been a soldier. He could appear intimidating when he wanted to.

The man he was speaking with seemed to be the pirate Captain. Bastien could see dark hair, a red cloak and the glint of a cutlass from his place towards the back of the crew. He scanned the merchant ship, seeing a crew of similar swords and armory. From the looks of it, the pirates would outnumber them. He has nothing to fear, Bastien couldn't help but think as he stared at the Spanish Captain,

We're outmatched. It's plain to see.

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His grip on the gaff was tense, his knuckles white. Bastien watched the Spaniard push past Capt. Matteo, not even batting an eye despite the larger man's pistol. And his captain seemed just as surprised as he. "She is a fishing vessel. Not a tool for whatever cursed deeds you wish to use her for." That last sentence was in French; Even Matteo knew better than to insult an entire crew not afraid to draw blood. Bastien was silent, his face a cold mask. It hid his fear.

"And the crew is loyal to me." Capt. Matteo slipped the gun, pointing the barrel towards the Spanish pirate as his back was turned. Bastien wanted to knock the man's arm down, take the gun. If he fired, the whole crew would spring after them. They'd be in deeper graves than they already were-

"Vive La France!" One man suddenly shouted, raising his harpoon.

"Cocorico!" Another screamed.

Bastien suddenly felt the crew begin to shift as if in tide. One man, the first who had shouted, was racing for the Spanish pirate, swinging his harpoon towards the captain in a wide arc. The other was trying to push through the crowd, which was now stirring as the men readied their weapons in defiance. Bastien, in shock, began to raise his own.

Just like that, one cry could set off utter chaos.

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ooc: Sorry for the late post. I had to go to an eye appointment with my mom yesterday, which lead to a doctor's appointment, then a pharmacy trip, then shopping for bi-focals. Sorry if my writing's a bit sloppy right now. u ^ u

The sword swung in a perfect arc, slicing the harpoon-wielder almost as dramatically as in a stage play. A ribbon of blood spat out of the man's mouth and he clutched for his throat. The cutlass had managed to swipe right as the man had lifted his head, and had landed a fatal blow. The other man wriggled out of the crowd, eyes wide as he watched the first man sink to the floor, still holding his neck.

Bastien recognized both men now. They were radicals... Extreme patriots, who had not been able to join the war support. And so they were set upon defending their country whichever way they could...

The other man screamed, running headlong for the Captain, brandishing a makeshift shiv. He shoved past Capt. Matteo, and the French captain accidentally shot the gun high up in the air, the single bullet missing the Spanish pirate. The sound was so loud... Bastien had never heard something so ear-piercing. It set off the rest of the crew, who brandished their weapons and ran to meet the pirates now rushing over the gangplank.

Immediately the deck was swarming with both pirates and angered fishermen. Bastien had never fought before. None of the crew were experienced. They simply swung their weapons in the hopes to bludgeon one of the pirates. Bastien darted for the port side, looking to see if he could spot any other ships through the fog. Nothing. When he turned back, he couldn't even see Matteo anymore.

This had gone well out of control, for both sides it seemed.

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