Postby Strafe » Sat May 08, 2010 6:43 am
OOC: Jeez. Fine guys. Just leave like that... Well you're welcome back any time. Well super long post, because Jonathan and Song are showing up.
-Bridget and James-
Bridget looked back at the girl and rolled her eyes. "Well as you can see, we're heading in the direction that won't find us lynched by a mob of angry pirates." She noticed that Eliza started appearing weary, and slowed down her pace slightly to accommodate her. Perhaps she was not fit to be in the navy if she showed signs of weakness as this. "You, realize, Ms. Saberre, just exactly what it is you're doing, don't you?" She slowed down to a walking pace now, then stopped right in front of Eliza, staring the new recruit down fiercely, speaking in a low, dangerous voice.
"You are enlisting into a Royal Navy Ship. While you may have escaped whatever you have just escaped from, you may find yourself in a greater suffering than you have ever known. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Am I clear?" She circled around the girl, speaking to her from behind. "To be in the British Royal Navy, you must be strong, courageous, and willing to die. I will not accept any weak recruits onto my ship. Si vis pacem, para bellum. If you desire peace, prepare for war. That is our motto. And so you must never give into weakness. It will kill us all. If you ever falter, the entire crew can be killed because of you. Again, you must be willing to die. If you join us, your life is no longer your own." She leaned in close, speaking right into her ear as coldly and piercingly as a dagger of ice. "It is mine."
She returned back to face her. "Now, Ms. Eliza Saberre, shall I count you as part of my crew?"
James looked at Eliza with worry, wondering what she would do.
-Jonathan and Song-
Jonathan yawned as they floated lazily at sea. A small trade wind was carrying them somewhere. Song probably knew exactly where it was, in terms of distance, altitude, longitude, rate of distance times time multiplied by the pentasquarical root of e equals mw triangled. He shrugged. Whatever. Sometimes that girl was just too smart for her own good.
Song sat on the other side of the deck, a whopping 10 feet away, polishing her jian, or whatever she called it. It looked like any old sword to Jonathan, with a sharp pointy edge that wasn't very nice to whoever found himself being killed by it. Funny things weapons were, he thought as he cradled his own shotgun. Whimsically, his gaze drifted from the gleaming blade to the person polishing it.
He noticed Song would occasionally look out to sea wistfully, as the sea breeze gently blew her silky raven hair this way and that, carrying the exotic scent of Song's perfume to flirt with his nose. It was an intriguing scent, perhaps filled with memories that were lost to Song forever. An air of sorrow seemed to surround the mysterious girl. Jonathan thought she was lovely in that moment.
Then the moment passed as Song glared at him angrily. Jonathan sighed. She was still mad, he guessed. He chuckled, and remembered what had happened at the last harbor. He had attempted to court a married woman, and had incurred the wrath of her unusually large, unusually strong husband, and his gang of unusually large, unusually strong fighting men. They barely got out of there alive, and Jonathan had scars to prove it. But how was he supposed to know the woman was married? Forget about the rings. She just looked so ravishing by the moonlight, where age seemed but to stop in wonderment of past loves, and future glories. Unfortunately for Jonathan, that meant present affairs as well.
Nevertheless, they were still alive now, so he figured that Song was just being Song, or acutely annoyed with his terribly dashing sense of humor. He flashed a wink and grin out to sea, where perhaps some girl would swoon uncontrollably and not know why. Then he turned to Song.
"Hey, first mate." Jonathan called out across the small deck.
Song ignored him.
"Hey... song."
Song lifted up her sword to inspect it, paying him no mind.
Jonathan rolled his eyes, and took a deep breath, cupping his hands over his mouth. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy Sooooooooooooonnnnnn---"
Song, in one quick split second motion, she dashed across the deck, and held her razor sharp blade to Jonathan's neck. "What." She stated her question without pose.
Jonathan was struck speechless for a few seconds. Song's prowess with the sword was incredible. Incredibly scary. "Um... sorry about earlier..."
Song sheathed her sword, and returned back to her side of the deck without a word, this time polishing one of the daggers in her sleeve. Jonathan readjusted his top hat, and sulked. Just then, a ship appeared in the horizon.
Jonathan took out a spy glass. "The ook mah shee? What kind of name is that?"
Song stepped over to him curtly, and snatched the spy glass. "The uke-moshi. Its japanese."
Jonathan chuckled. "Hah. Its right up your alley then."
Song glared at him again, and he was silent. They continued to drift closer to the impeccably slow ship. Impeccably slow, if the Sylvienne could even drift closer to it.
When they were within ear shot, Jonathan stood up, and pulled out a loud-speaky-majig, one of his inventions. It was a piece of metal wrapped into a cone, and it made his voice really loud. He could tell that it was Song's favorite invention of his.
"Hello there, the ship ook mah shee! Yes. We would like to cordially give notice that we are going to board you, kill you, and take all of your treasure. I hope that it is no problem to you. Thank you for accommodating us!"
He waited to see what would happen. It was very gentlemanly to state your intentions, right?
OOC: Okay Soran, that's you.
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