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PostPosted: Mon Oct 31, 2016 7:04 pm 

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The deep black waters danced and Tasia's ship rocked and creaked with waves. Tasia stood leaning on the railing watching them glide on the surface the ship barely leaving trace of it's existence. She took a deep breath, inhaling the salt air and a cool night time breeze. She smiled, this was her heart and soul. To be free.

Though it was night time, the moon illuminated everything giving an eerie glow. The fog was thick around Tortuga, yet Tasia could still see the lights and hear the Tortugan visitors. She could also smell the rum in the breeze that drifted by. She laughed a little. No matter how thick the fog, she could still find tortuga. Though any pirate can. She was well known, one of the few female captains. Along with being well known, she was greatly respected. Like her late father, she had a plentiful treasure count and much knowledge.

Her crew enjoyed going to Tortuga because it was the time of celebration and relaxation. Tortuga was the place to go if you wanted to drink and make merry. Tasia, being a bit more mild than some, only sipped rum occasionally and prefered to observe the people of Tortuga.

As they neared Tortuga her crew began to cheer, they were excited to sell stories and tall tales of their adventure and plunder. Tasia guided the large ship to a long dock where they dropped anchor and stepped out onto the old, wooden dock and made way to the saloon.

Tasia was the last to leave the ship. She lightly caressed her hand across the wood of the vessel and slowly parted ways with it. She slowly made her way to the shore. Her boots clonking on the boards. The dock was packed and the saloon could be heard for a great distance. It would be a more than full house tonight.

As she entered the saloon, a loud cheer rang out to welcome her. To which she replied with a tip of her hat and a grin. She took her usual seat at the bar facing out into the room to watch all of the people and sipped on her usual, a bottle of rum. She contently and quietly watched her surroundings. Though she was unaware of an adventure that would soon unfold.

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Falkor stood at the helm of his ship, feeling the cold wind biting at his skin. The sun had set some hours ago, taking with it the few degrees of warmth it offered. He stood next to the helmsman, his arms crossed, and face stern as his eyes watched the dark waters before them.

"Captain, are you sure we should keep going? The moon has hidden her face tonight, it's inky black out here!" The man pleaded, hoping to get out of the cold and into the slightly warmer sleeping quarters below deck.

Falkor didn't turn to face him. Instead, the pirate captain grabbed the wheel with one hand, causing a small jolt to run through the ship as the direction changed slightly.

"When you were recruited you vowed to follow my orders til death. Having second thoughts are we?" Turning to face the man, Falkor grinned.

"N...no Captain. It...it's just that it's so cold out tonight that we might lose some men." The man had taken a step back before stammering out his answer.

Falkor said nothing but released the wheel and clasped his hands behind his back. He turned to face the direction they were sailing from, watching the last light from the ships that had been tailing them for days blink out as it was lost over the swell of the waves.

"Than we shall see who the strongest are, the ones fit to man the Norðanvindurinn." He stated calmly.

For days, the northern dwelling pirates had been under chase from a fleet of ships, rivals of Falkor's who had caught wind that he was down part of his crew. Some of his best had been lost in a bloody skirmish in the coastal villages, reinforcements of some high ranking nobles no doubt had been summoned at the first sight of their sails. He had been recruiting since, picking up a few battle hardened men, as well as those greener to the art of piracy. Once he had gathered the bare minimum of what he needed to sail, he had set sail for the south, to new lands until things had calmed down back home.

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Nate slowly paced the quarterdeck as his ship made its way to Tortuga in the unusually foggy night.
“Any change?” he asked as he paced by the helmsman, who for the fifth time shook his head and answered “No Captain”. Nate shrugged and continued his pacing wondering when they lost the ship that had been shadowing them for the last two days.

Nate shook his head and walked to the rail and looked over at the dark water below then back to where the other ship should have been but wasn’t, he then walked across the quarterdeck to look down over his crew who had the guns at the ready and had for the last two days as that blasted ship grew smaller on the horizon. “Alright Lads stand down and secure guns” he called over the creaking of his ship and the song of the wind in the rigging, as the crew went about their work Nate walked to where the Bow lookout was stationed and smiled as he saw the lights of Tortuga in the middle distance.

“Captain, Tortuga off the port bow” The lookout said as his captain approached “ I make it to be 15 minutes till we make port, Sir” he added with a grin, which Nate returned “Aye John” Nate replied and walked back to the ships helm.

After the Light Runner docked and the crew had been let go on shore leave, Nate looked at his Second in command a burly man named Henry who had volunteered with a handful of men to stay aboard the Light Runner and nodded to him as he walked down the gangplank and went to the nearest tavern which was also the loudest one in port at this time of night.

As he walked in he noted a few faces he knew and even some he could trust, he made his way to the bar and stood close to a woman in a deep red coat that appeared to be a captain in her own right, he tipped his hat to the woman in the red coat and smiled slightly “Buy you a drink, Captain?” he asked as his drink was delivered.


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Ross tapped Roth, his second in command, on the shoulder. Roth recoiled from his touch slightly, surprised, but then relaxed after he turned around to see Ross.

"Everything alrigh', Cap'n?" he asked in a drawl, slurring his words slightly.

"Not you, by the looks of it. Couldn't wait a few hours till we dock in Tortuga?" Ross's tone was serious, but a smile played at his lips.

Roth was grinning now too.

"I'm about as patient as you are, sir," he said, pulling out a small canteen from the inside of his cloak. Ross rolled his eyes but kept a smile on his face as he brought out his own canteen, and the two men took long drinks as the ship began to near the docks of Tortuga.

"You've probably thought we were ten minutes away from Tortuga for the past two hours with all that rum on your upper lip," Ross said after a moment's silence, his jovial words cutting through the sound of wind rustling sails and creaking wood. Ross slapped Roth on the back, his only response being a grunt, before walking out to the prow of the ship.

It was long and didn't stand too vertically, jutting out almost like a plank and easy to balance oneself on. Hopping onto it, Ross extended his hands out on both sides and walked to the very edge of the gnarled piece of metal. He plopped himself down onto it, resting a hand on a taut rope to support himself. He then withdrew the canteen once more and dropped a bit of the muddy liquid onto the ocean. The ship had lost a crew member earlier that day, mostly to the man's own stupidity, but Ross had love and respect for his entire crew.

The ship settled into the docks just as Ross finished the last drops of rum from his canteen. He cast a few sideways glances at the ships docked next to his. All rather well known and respected ships. Jumping down from the prow onto the dock, he smiled as he recognized two other captains. He gave a low, rumbling laugh before approaching them both.

"Well, I've always said this sea we live in is pitifully small," he said, bowing his head and placing his hand on his chest in greeting. The whole motion was overly dramatic and didn't look entirely polite, but Roth didn't particularly care. "I like the way you think, though," he added, turning to Nate and turning his canteen over upside down. A single drop fell out.

"I could use a refill or two."

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 6:09 pm 

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Tasia stood by the bar observing the scenery. The women of Tortuga were mesmerizing the men while the rum intoxicated them. They played card games and told tales of the plunder and obstacles they faced. She laughed hearing a couple of the exaggerations. She quietly sipped her drink and watched as more souls poured into the saloon. The noise grew louder and louder. And the crowds filled every inch of the saloon. Some enjoying the balcony some enjoying the card tables and the games they held.

As a large man who appeared to be a captain walked towards her she turned her attention to him. He offered a drink to her and she responded with a nod, "I suppose if a gentleman were to graciously offer me a drink it would rude to decline. So i must accept your kind offer." She smiled. One this Tasia loved about Tortuga was all of the different people. She got to see so many different people all in one place. The variety was refreshing.

As she received her drink, the bartender informed the other captain, "She only drinks simple rum. She's cheap." He gave a hearty chuckle as Tasia joined in his joke, "Aye. I must admit i enjoy my rum." She sipped her drink and as the people continued around them she tried to engage conversation. "Is this your first time in Tortuga?" She noticed a couple of other men entering the saloon as well as another Captain. A breeze quickly whipped through room. She watched as a card game got a little heated. One of her men was involved, she shot him a look and he wuickly simmered down. She turned attention back to the man who had offered her a drink. "Forgive me for being so rude as to not introduce my self. I'm Tasia, Captain that is."

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Nate took a long look in the taverns mirror as he waited for the lady captain to respond, he noted that a few of his crew were gambling at the card tables and one was having rotten luck from the looks of it.

As she responded Nates smile increased in size, and he laughed at the bartenders joke “Aye, Nothing wrong with knowing what you like” he responded to the barkeep and the captain with a twinkle of laughter in his eye and voice. He watched the lady captain sip her rum as he took a drink of his own, then she asked him a question to which he shook his head “No, Ma’am I’ve been here a couple of times before” he paused as a breeze blew in to the tavern and he glanced in the mirror again and thought he recognized one of the men who entered the tavern but continued on “Once on my first cruse to the Bahamas as a midshipman and then a few years later when I was first mate” he said with a little bit of pride creeping into his voice .

He noted the game his poor luckless crewmember was in got heated and guessed from the look that the woman beside him shot at the table that the suddenly friendly man at the table was one of her crew, as she turned to him he noted that she was very striking and the coat and hat only accented her features.

He bowed slightly at her introduction and removed his hat “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nathanial Hawk at your service, Captain” As Nate replied he was taken aback as a voice from his past spoke to them, he turned to the voice and grinned “You old brigand, what are you doing here” he called to Roth who stood nearby showing him his empty canteen, Nate nodded and motioned to the barkeep to fill his old acquaintances drink.


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The Norðanvindurinn sailed for some time yet, passing over the water like a ghost. It was late into the night before any sign of civilization was seen. Nearing the port, Falkor kept his sights on the land as the helmsman steered the ship. Docking, Falkor and a few men made their way from the ship they had been stuck on for days, if not longer, and into the small town.
"Rowdy bunch they are." Falkor said, his hand never far from his pistols.
"Aye, though I hear that's how they are down this a ways." His helmsman said, following the captain through the crowds of pirates and woman performing various acts of drunkenness or similar.

They reached a saloon and the man, with the slightest of head nods from the captain, rushed in to drink and gamble without the fear of Falkor having them thrown overboard. Falkor himself calmly entered the overcrowded saloon, casting an eye around at the many occupants with a slight scowl on his face. This was not the sort of company he was used to, or at least not what he associated himself with. Choosing to remain standing, he moved towards the bar and ordered himself a strong beverage, not quite like back home, but close enough. Turning back to face the main area, he leaned against the bar, one arm resting on the tarnished wooden surface while the other hand clutched his drink as he watched the people of this land.

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Roth gave a boom of laughter as his old acquaintance finally turned to look at him. He clapped a shoulder to Nate's back as the barkeep began pouring rum into his canteen.

"What does one usually do in Tortuga?" he asked as the bartender finally lifted his bottle of rum and replaced it on the cabinet behind him. Roth raised his canteen to the air and answered his own question. "Drink!"

Roth took a large swig of his rum before finally turning to the other captain he had not introduced himself to. "Roth, by the way," he said, placing a hand on his chest. "It's a pleasure. We need someone to show the men up every now and then, they're all starting to get lazy." He gave Nate a friendly wink, as out of the corner of his eye he noticed a brooding figure standing against the bar. He raised his eyebrow, curious. No one was ever this serious in Tortuga.

"Anyone know who that guy is?" Roth asked, flicking his head in the direction of the mysterious stranger.

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