Post by Peregrine Inveryne-Lamont on Feb 4, 2010 0:19:29 GMT -6
"Aah, see, dah's wha yah ge' fer 'giv'n in'tae th'ings lik'e love!"
Peregrine the Pirate: Winds of change swept over the nation, this Scottish Isle so green and lush even in the depths of a cold winter born. It was on this day, the sweeping pass of her arctic hand, had been forgotten, and the days work only to begin. The Rebecca Lee was a beauty, an old ship that swayed on the breeze like a lovers hand, but a hunted wolf all in her own right. Her sails were scarlet, and when the sun set behind she seemed to burn--fire upon this sea. There had always been one like you, to burn so bright, destruction..but we will rise again, a phoenix reborn.The Pirate had spent his life on this majestic ship, the only thing he held of his parents; a wedding gift for his mother. She was not so heavily outfitted with artillery as the rest of the fleet, but she stood proud her newest updates simply waiting to be broke in. The salty sea air, whispered over the deck, and his laughter could be heard trailing the breeze that carried his rich deep wooded scent. For a man of the water, he had been born of the trees, and now stood proudly between the two worlds. His was a small frame compared to most, but the time at sea had been good to him. Today found him no different, but wild blonde strands were held back by the maroon fabric of his scarf as he greased the rig; getting more on himself then the ship. (d
The Lady Pirate:"Alr'igh yah drun'ken basta'rds....be'hiz quiet.." That voice could be heard, carrying over the creak of wood, ships bobbing up and down in the water, tied up at the dock. There was a small group of ragged looking pirates assembled on the deck of the nearby frigate, while a single readheaded form was standing up on the quarterdeck above the lot of them, reading from a large book. There was still mumbling and talking between them until that voice boomed out aga in. "A'h Sa'id SHUT IT!" Suddenly silence reigned amongst them, and she grunted. "Now, das bett'ah." She said, clearing her throat for a moment before she began to read. "So' ah 'Ewish man wassa trav'ln from da Jeru'salem ta the Jericho, an ya'see 'e was..way'aid..err..attack'ed, by ban'dits. De'y stripp'd hi'm of 'is clo'hes un beat'em righ't propah blo'ddy and 'eft him ta di'e in da guttah." She said, before turning the page of the book. What waas she reading from? Perhaps more of the story would make it clear. "N'ow, bah ch'ance a priestly s'ort came along ta 'road, but prentaded tah nae se'e da poor 'Ewish man." She continued, after a pause. "N' crossed ta da odda side 'o da road. Den a Lev'ite..er..a No'ble came bay, buh pretended tah not see da man, and crossed 'ta odda sid'e oh 'da road." There was another pause, attended by much grumblings. Apparently nobody amongst the crew thought a Priest or as Noble would help a troubled man either. "De'n, a desp'ised man..a 'person nobady like'd, a Samar'ahtan came al'ong. He 'aw the man in da gut'ah and rushed ta h'm, banda'gin his woun'ds and carr'n fer dah 'Ewish man. He put d'a 'Ewish m'n up on 'iz verrah o'wn steed, and t'aken em to dah 'earest Inn, and 'bought 'em a roo'm 'n food. An'den dah next 'morning dah Samar'tan pai'dah innkeepah t'wo addi'tion silvah coi'ns, telln'n him tah let day 'Ewish man 'tay as long as 'e wanad. N'd he'd pay fer ah it all whennea came'bai again." She said, before closing the book."'Ow, whassa'lesson in dat?" There was a momentary pause, as there was some commotion amongst the crew members to come up with the right "Never trust a noble!"Don't leave nobody aliv'e aftah you robe's!" Were just some of the answers tossed out, to which the red haired woman shook her head from side to side at.
Peregrine The Pirate: Peregrine loved stories, ones that started with hello, and ended with good bye. He could listen for hours the talk of natives, listening to their recollection of the lands forgotten, but to be schooled? Never. No matter how many times he heard the story of Neverland, did he not think it wrong. For what fun was to be had with a fist of fairy dust, and not on the sea? He could counter her tale, weed wild stories of forgotten lore over the pages as she sought to better her crew? Bah. "Forgive me." He spoke over the break in the story, the tall tale no doubt, and looked down upon her from his mounted ropes. "But didn't you forget the part of women with mouths the size of the moon?"She did..he didn't hear it. "Stay away from nobles, dogs, and women who talk to much, am I right boys?" His smirk was defiant, never broken and carefree. "Ones that read..now those are the worst." Idle hands went back to the rig, pulling then with it the better of the line to release the main sail; the jig all but forgotten. The bird of prey in mid dive was done so well over the red surface of the sail, but in dire need of replacement. She was an old gift, one from a hundred years ago...or so he would say. He was alone, as often as he was, working the day away to find himself not longing for blood. There was a war to be had here, and he to be first in line. "What say you on that? Mother." (d
The Lady Pirate: The crew started to laugh, and then guffaw at his words. It was quite hillarious after all, the whole proceedings. She always insisted on reading to her crew, every day. And sometimes some of it was hard to understand for the most of them. Like things of this nature. The laughter grew after last comment before there was a sudden. *KaPOW* of a flintlock pistol being fired into the air, over thier heads. "La'ugh'er, 'as it's plac'e gent'leman. Buh noh whe'n I have ask'ed yah'a question." The smoke from the fired pistol was only slowly pulled away by the off shore breeze as she shoved it back into her baldric with one hand, holding the book on the guardrail of the quarterdeck with the other and. She was studiously avoiding even looking at the man aboard the other vessel. She looked serenely calm, as if she were not angry in the slightest. Rather a schoolmarm correcting an errant student with nothing more than a warning word. "Nah..dh I ha've 'er att'ention. Th'ose w'ere gooh guess'es. Buh, th'ink of 'ih dis 'ay. Wh'o be'dah'most 'despised per'sons abou't b'ah figu'res o authority?" That question took a moment of thought, before somebody shouted out. "Uh's Piahrates!" And she nodded her head slowly. "Dah's 'ight. Dey'onla expec'ta wor'st frum'as." She pointed out as she closed the book, and leaned forward. "N'ow. A'noble 'ah l'eh pea'sant's starve 'tah stuff 'iz coffers, 'Nah Pries'tll do'dah same. But when'weez t'ake a prize, we dunn'ae k'll nobo'dy we dun havta. N'we patch'ep dah peopl'ez we'can and let'emgo." She said, with a nod. Which was true, in a roundabout sort of way. It also made good buisness sense. Slaughtering a crew just made the next one fight all the harder. A lesson not many Pirates seemed to understand. There was much nodding amongst the crew members. That made sense. Of course, the fact that they were the Bandits at the same time sort of muddled it about, but they seemed willing to accept it.
Peregrine the Pirate: Atop his main mast a flag of black did fly, the gold griffin a sure give away he was not a pirate..not here at least, "You talk of treason when you say that word aloud, Little Bird." He called out through the tie of his sail, letting it return again once the ship launched forward to press into the dock. A nasty wind did blow. He stood up right then cleaning his hands of the tar, the feel of the sun on his back a welcome treat. He did not even flinch at her gun, nor in the wake of it, but the wildness there in untamed eyes had built excitement. He did not know her name, nor did she so proudly fly it. A secret best kept guarded on the highest shelf, this name of hers...a game they would make of it he had no doubt! "Pirates find little lives here..they are pulled from the sea, guarded, and tied off. You would best be moving on if you feel the need come to call…' Leaning then against the railing, he was docked next to her, but not enough she could reach him. "You don't want to be tied off do you?" He asked with a smile leaning forward enough to feel the cool air rise from the waters below; dark waters these of Skye. (d
The Lady Pirate: There was grumbling as she waved her hand, making it clear that the men could go back to thier various duties aboard the vessel in port, which mostly consisted of maintenance tasks, just like his own. "Tomm'arah w'ell be rea'dn fr'm dah Korn-an! Sah 'ave an'y yah' favo'riah...uuhh...Su--rahs? Ya'd lik'ame tah 'read pas'anote to on'e'ohdah offi'cers and we'll re'ad 'n di'scuss dh" She said, before turning to look towards the man, snorting suddenly as she walked over to the edge of the quarterdeck, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down at him with those sharp green eyes. "Oh, is'sat so? Or'isdah on'ly wh'en we runnae out'of'gold tah spend?" She said, in response to his words. It was as plain as day exactly who they were. Of course there was the thin veneer of them cleaming to be Privateers. But well..what was the difference anyways? "'id off? 'Ell no. 'Not 'unless Iz with 'silk. I've al'ways had 'o fon'dne ss fah silk." She said, with a grin returned to him. That didn't seem to be true, given the amount of leather. So perhaps she was just replying with some innuendo of her own?
Peregrine Rogue: "So you are part of the silk trade eh?" He perched on the railing, propping himself up while his dagger did start to carve away at lunch; an apple, red in color nearly too perfect for this time of year. "Or that a pleasure." He understood very dearly, "I wouldn't mind what I was tied up with, so long as when you are finished you let me go." Honest truth, he'd take a good proper beating to find himself free. "But this is it eh? Your life? Living the dream? Your ship..she's a good one, where did you find her?" A gift perhaps, a bride once stolen..he could only wonder at the beauty before him. Of what pressed behind those eyes. "Tell me a story after you tell me your name." A slice of the apple offered to her, a good bit of reach for the both of them. "You walk on the wild side? Live between the lines?" Did she realize she spoke to the Gypsy King? The Goblin King of the Underdark, or so he was at night. Today, in the sun he was a good tempered and free, but when the moon did rise..(d
The Lady Pirate: "Tra'dn? O'h yah..'annonballs fer go'ld. Iz verrah lucrative." She said with another grin as she laid her palms down ontop of the railing, leather gloved digits resting there as she watched him. "Nae..an…Yah'd mak'ed so'm 'fruitah Pasha 'somewh'ere a verr'ah 'appy man. I cou'd dun un'tai yah and 'passup mak'n sucha fine 'profit." She said, as that grin grew even larger before she laughed at the thought, no doubt having good fun at turning the innuendo back on him, perhaps in a most unpleasant picture for him. Of course she had no idea whom she was talking to, but even if she did...would it matter very much? Perhaps..perhaps not. She was not the type to pull punches on account of who someone was. "O'h yann'o..it'was jus' sit'n in a har'bor, wait'n fer som'bod'ah tah tak'er." She said, as she reached across the gap to take the slice of apple, if he stretched far enough as well. "O'c'ourse. Der ain't no' d re'am fin'ah dan'bei'n ya'own mas'tah on de' ocean." She said, before pausing for a moment in that reach for the bit of apple. "Wh'y da sudd'n intre'st in wh'o I be 'an wha' I c'ome by me ves'el, eh?" Suddenly suspicious she was it seemed, of who he might be.
Peregrine the Pirate: "Just making small talk is all.." In truth he cared very little, "Not every day you see a woman heading a ship..or reading to her crew. Something drawing you in?" He spoke so freely, his sexist remarks, but did enjoy his apple. Peregrine didn't eat meat, not of the kind on land at least. "None will take her here..worry not of that, little one." He had been there once, right where she stood, wading between giving too much information, or not enough. He had fallen ill with the idea of it all..and worried now. "So you stole her?" He grinned, cutting through the next bit of fruit before passing her another. Funny how fates found each other racing towards the heavens so clearly. "Does the sailin' come nature to you?" He looked across at her, kicking one foot under him. "Or did you have to sink a few times to learn to swim." He did. "My wife.." He laughed, thinking of Rosalind, "You mention the sea at the dinner table and she'll get pale." A small hint of sadness drifted over blue eyes, thinking of how Rosie hated the sea. It was such a big part of him, that he wished to share it."We go anywhere she spends it locked in the cabin." (d
The Lady Pirate: She eyes him carefully as she took the piece of apple and ate, munching upon it as she seemed to consider him and his words. "Aye, Wh'a cann'a say? De'h mus'ta got'n da'work' ordah mix'up in'dah heav'ens dat made meh." She sai d, which was as good an explination as any as how a woman lile Delilah had come about. "Aye, ri'gh fro'm undah a' pir'ate huntah's nose." She said with a grin, she couldn't keep the story under wraps for very long, she was too proud of it. Besides, he would hear about it when he inquired at almost any seaside inn or tavern worth it's salt about the red haired captain girl. There weren't a whole lot of them to get confused with.:"Ver'ah naut'ral, buh 'den I 'a'ways lo'ved tah le'arn ne'w an intres'tin things." Before she burst out laughing. "Ye'h, mar'ried? Oh 'da poo'r 'oman!" She said grinning from ear to ear as she leaned forward, against the rail'n. "Aah, see, dah's wha yah ge' fer 'giv'n in'tae th'ings lik'e love!"