Sea roleplay. "the begining"

[Larry_OHF]

Mormegil

Speaking to his guard Karthias, he said:

"I assure you, I have no idea who she is nor have I ever met that vile creature before today. Now excuse me."

Mormegil walked out to the ship's edge and watched the water trail by as the ship cut through it. The stowaway had been bound as directed by the captain. As Mormegil was walking back to his cabin, he saw her, but she was not alone. The bard was having pity on her and was sharing food with her. Now that the ship-rat was defenseless and imprisoned, Mormegil found himself wondering at his terrible cruelty earlier...but resigned this thought to sea-sickness or something else...and turned from the sight and walked away, back to his cabin.

[ 12-27-2003, 11:14 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[RoSs_bg2_rox]

Karthias wasn't sure whether to believe Mormegil or not, but for the moment decided he would just have to. He perceived that if there was anything between them then he would find out soon enough, and as Mormegil's bodyguard he would have plenty of opportunity as he had a good reason for being around him. He also thought about going to see the girl, but quickly decided against that, thinking that he didnt want Mormegil to suspect he wasnt quite sure about all this, and after all, Mormegil had been good to him, maybe he should just drop this alltogether, afterall why did he care.................but then something told him not to.

All that thinking made Karthias hungry, so he decided to go and fine some good meat and ale and have a chat with some of his fellow crew.

[ 12-28-2003, 09:43 AM: Message edited by: RoSs_bg2_rox ]

[Elif Godson]

ooc: Grats Larry and Wife. It was indeed a Merry Christmas for you and I hoe everyone else had a Merry Christmas as well.

Corinthian sat up on the deck in over looking the the rest of the ship, slightly obscured by ropes and sails he was invisable without being invisable. Playing with some moisture he formed them into small gelatinous balls and rolled them around his finger's and hands, this would always make the head master's at the academy angry, they would say I was waisting my talent's, bah, no waste at all just a bit of fun, then he saw movement on the fore deck and quickly flicked away the pellets that smacked against the deck the sound of solidity. He assumed it was one of the other crew members that he had seen on land but hadnt really been introduced to, she went up to the stowaway and started talking to her. She's a soft one he thought, but a good one this should prove to be an interesting voyage, the captain stays out of sight, Nadrak the large lumbers here and there and I suppose we are to pick up the rest of the crew at the next port, from what I've seen this ship sails itself, very nice. Just then the captive started to cry and the bard got a nervous look on her face and backed away. "must have been something she said " he spoke in a quiet voice

[ 12-29-2003, 10:56 AM: Message edited by: Elif Godson ]

[Calsiumus]

Coruno who had spent all his time in the captin courters or the locked room to the left of his courters whit no one but his personal gaurd Hima, not even the res of the original crew got to go in to the rooms,he finnaly makes it to the deck looking at the young girl tied up, a few days ago when he said the boat was to long from the harbour to let her of...that wasent true they could have thrown her of and she could of swimmed, the trueth was that he needed all the crew he could get after ther last encounter whit the dragon..

[mistral4543]

It had begun as a game, but now the joke was upon her. As the days and nights passed, she found her entire body wrecked with cramps and her throat was parched more often than she liked. No more did she chuckle, sing or make demonic faces at the passers-by... no, she merely closed her eyes, shutting out the fierce beating of the sun's rays upon her lithe frame.

She breathed heavily, leaning against the mast wearily. Her eyelids fluttered open momentarily, before closing. The world seemed to be spinning again, just like the night before, when the huge waves had rocked the ship, sending it bopping up and down in a jerky path. And the rain... slapping her across the face ~ ... as if Papa had sent it on an errand... ~ She was turning delirious herself, shivering, her lips firmly pressed together as she struggled to uphold her pride. Yet...

Pride against what? This bunch of heartless losers? ~ It was becoming a strain to summon what disdain she could, when her body was swaying and breathing was near impossible.

At last, she lifted her head skyward and spoke once, her pathetic voice in agony.

"Papa..."

Then it drooped, and she fell silent and weak.

[ 12-29-2003, 07:35 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]

[Skydracgrrl]

ooc- well, I attempted to write a post before leaving FL, but of course I disconnected. Luckily, I was able to copy the 2 paragraphs worth of writing... unluckily, according to microsoft word and notepad, I never copied it. So I'm rewriting all this in the car. Hopefully I remembered it all -.-

ic- Skye felt bad that she had left the captive, who was in great need of cheering up, but the bladebard couldn't risk getting caught. And with all the ruckus the vagabond was making, the risk was too great.

Skye closed the door to the crew quarters and, with a sigh, slid to the floor with her eyes closed, the wooden door to her back. "That wasn't a very wise decision, you know," a voice said in a dry, slightly reproofing tone. Cracking one eye open, Skye gave her companion a rueful grin.

"I go and try to do a good deed, and what do I get? A scolding! Ah well, I'm not known for my "wise decisions" anyhow. That's why you're here, to be my conscience," the bladebard bantered, and batted her lashes at the elf. Lyulfe snorted, which Skye took to be amusement, and she grinned and winked in reply.

The half-elf got to her feet and stretched. "I'm in the mood for some music, I don't know about you." She bent an ear to her harp and tested the strings. Lyulfe frowned at her slightly and gave her a wary look.

"Just don't get too carried away. I don't want to have to fish you out of the sea because the crew got tired of your singing." Skye made a face at him.

"I won't, trust me. There's just something that I... want to check out." The bladebard was gone before Lyulfe could comment.

Later that day found Skye sitting cross-legged on the deck, singing an amusing ditty.
"O I caught a fish in the water,
I caught a crab an' his daughter,
I caught a flounder an' a sole,
An' I caught an ole tadpole.

They all criiiiiied,
'Mercy me, please let us free,
We'll swim back to our mothers.
My very kind lady, now please be fair,
An' go an' catch some others!'

Well, I saw a cod in the water,
Shoved in me net an' caught 'er,
I saw a clam, an' a fluke so fine,
So I caught 'em on me line.

They all criiiiiied,
'Mercy me, please let us free,
We'll swim back to our mothers.
My very kind lady, now please be fair,
An' go an' catch some others!'

Farewell they swam off singin',
'Til both me ears was ringin'
'Cos I fell in the sea so dark,
An' got caught by a shark.

Then I criiiiiied,
'Mercy me, please let me free,
I'll swim back to me mother.
My very kind sir, now please be fair,
An' go an' catch some other!' "

She bowed cheerfully to those who were in earshot, and finished off with a more solemn tune.

" 'Tis a far cry from home for a poor lonely thing,
O'er the deeps and wild waters of seas,
Where you can't hear your dear mother's voice softly sing
Like a breeze gently stirring the trees.

Come home, little one, wander back here someday,
I'll watch for you, each evening and morn,
Through all the long season 'til I'm old and grey
As the frost on the hedges at dawn.

There's a lantern that shines in my window at night,
I have long kept it burning for you,
It glows through the dark, like a clear guiding light,
And I know someday you'll see it, too.

So hasten back, little one, or I will soon be gone,
No more to see your dear face,
But I know that I'll feel your tears fall one by one,
On the flowers o'er my resting place."

Skye trailed off, and cast a furtive glance at the vagabond, to see what effect the song had on her.

ooc- The vagabond doesn't see Skye's look, k? Just thought I should mention that, since last time Skye tried not to be noticed, she was noticed by half the crew. [img]tongue.gif[/img] *sigh* Only a couple miles more... give or take a few hundred. ^^; Of course, when I type this, I'll be home, eheh.

btw, I got those 2 poems from a Brian Jacques book... I couldn't concentrate enough in the car to think of ones myself ^^;

edit- Mistral, you may want to pop in a take a peek at "A New Beginning." your char seems to be in a tight spot at the moment. :/

[ 12-30-2003, 10:05 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]

[mistral4543]

OOC>>> Oh, I did enjoy the poems very much, Skye [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] And thanks for your warning about A New Beginning. I'll take a look later, but you have me very worried there!

IC>>>

The strains of the music penetrated her weary skin and soothed her discomfort momentarily; she tilted her head sideways, caught the eye of the pretty elf and whispered hoarsely.

"You... help... me..."

[Larry_OHF]

OOC>>>Wonderful usage of the poems, Skye!

[Skydracgrrl]

Skye looked at the captive with a somewhat dazed look, then her gaze sharpened. Standing up abruptly, she strode over with an agitated air. Lyulfe appeared through the door at that moment, unbidden, and hurried over to the half-elf's side.

After examining the semi-conscious vagabond and having a whispered and heated conversation between them, Lyulfe walked away. "Captain!" he called urgently. Skye brushed back the captive's hair from her hot face with her cool hands.

"It's alright now, we'll get you better," she said in a soothing voice. "Sleep now, sleep..." As the captive started to doze off, Skye looked around impatiently for Lyulfe and the captain. I don't care if this person attempted to hijack the ship and call herself a pirate, she still shouldn't have been allowed to get in this bad condition! the half-elf thought angrily to herself, while her hands continued to soothe the girl's face. She thought over her song lore that could possibly help, and sighed slightly. I'll have to enlist Lyulfe's help... better be careful. At least I know a little bit more about this girl though... she must not have lived too hard a life, if she's in this bad a shape... she must have a very interesting history, behind that face, Skye mused to herself.

ooc- thanx for all the poem compliments [img]smile.gif[/img] all the thanx should go to Brian Jacques, and his wonderful writing and poetic talents! *claps and cheers*

I was sorta looking for a reaction to the last poem, more of a "grr, I hate my parents" or a "waah, I miss my mummie," but getting sick and semi-conscious works too, hehe

[ 12-31-2003, 01:27 AM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]

[Calsiumus]

Occ: How do you make colours?

Coruno was standing in the front of the ship looking out over the water. soon the town of Filin will be in sight.
He was just going to get nadrak to help him whit the feast for this evning when the elf yelled for him.
Yes? how my I help you?