--||Secuestrado||-- [Literate Pirate RP--Not Accepting]

[Smamm]

((Okay, would everyone be alright with starting after break? I have a lot of exams and stuff before, so I'm not sure if everyone else does. Plus, that way everyone can come back and be ready to go! |3))

[Anda_Tekarb]

That's good by me!

[SnowFlies]

((Fine by me, I need to finish and add things to my art coursework before it gets sent off :3))

[.Arrow.]

((Sounds fine to me. I have a Chem exam this week and then family over the holiday anyways ^-^))

[kannagi]

[[Back from vaca. Fine to start whenever everyone else is ready ^_^]]

[Smamm]

((Yes, we can start now!|3))

--Bently Carter--

It had been so far a lazy day for Bently, as he hadn’t done much yet being early in the morning. The day was still new, fresh even as the sun just started to peek over the horizon. The blonde captain was slouched over the complicated wheel that directed the ship, his chest pressed against the base and his arms peeking through the prongs that jutted from the three wheels that were pressed together to form the wheel, dangling over the edge lethargically. His deep sapphire eyes drifted down below, and on a tight circle of girls that were lined along one of two posts that held up the ships base said, and was all of the other sails main frame of support. Undoubtedly a search party had been sent out by now in search of the seven passengers he had acquired in the past few hours. They were tied up, their hands behind their back around the sail pole with blindfold carefully wrapped across their heads and over their eyes. The rope that bound them against the wooden structure was much too long for the job. It was doubled around more than once, three times to be exact, and still there was an extra hundred feet or so of that thick, old roping just laying unused on the deck they stood on. They hadn’t had anything much smaller, in need of rope after their ship had been raided a week or so before, so they had to make use with their extra base sail rope. It was thick, about as thick as Bently’s arm, also ragged and worn; surely not comfortable, even more so that the rope was so tightly bound transversely to their arms.

A devious smirk played at the corners of his lips as he recalled the events from the early morning. Bently was low on crew members, and so he had hatched this devious plan to steal some girls from his home island and use them to his advantage. The ship had docked on the flimsy wooden docks, barely able to keep itself in place without ripping the rest of the dock along with it out to sea. Bently’s ship, the Chiquillos was a massive, intimidating frame that made the other ships around it appear small and meager. It wasn’t that the Chiquillos was the biggest boat of them all out there in the deep blue, it surely wasn’t. The island the Chiquillos was docked on was just one of little money, where even the more wealthy people didn’t buy ships as large as Bently’s. They preferred the more luxurious boats, the ones that were perfect for their leisure activities. The Chiquillos was a more powerful, get-it-done-and-get-going type of boat than what islanders here would purchase. There had been much interest in his boat though, at first. Islanders would pass by, eyeing the ship curiously, and in some cases suspiciously. The crew had been kept from daylight, simply in order to avoid wandering eyes and the off chance that anyone should recognize them as pirates. The interest died down, and by this time Bently had decided it was time to execute his devilish little plots. ’Attention! A select few of you will now be dispatched to escort our girls so the ship. Listen up! Damon, Felix, Nicholas, Raffael, and Jake. I need you to each go and capture one of the five girls and bring them back. Which you each capture is yours to decide. Now, all of you! Go, now!’ Bently had instructed, and so his crew had obeyed; each in pursuit of their assigned girl to be captured. Each had come back with every girl Bently had commanded to the ship, and now there they were, at his mercy only a few feet below him.

The boy let out a deep grumbling sigh as his eyes discarded the teenagers for the open sea that bled out into the horizon. There were very few ships out at this time, but if any of them got close enough the girls would be pinpointed, and most certainly a bloody battle would take place. If they lost, they’d all most likely be hanged and doomed to their deaths, or escape with many casualties. The risk was high right at this moment, but Bently held his composure. His outside surface appeared calm and even unconcerned over the whole incident playing out. In the inside though, he had his doubts, and was in fact incredibly apprehensive. A captain’s emotions reflect upon his crew, though, so he put on his happy face and pretended nothing was the matter. In result, his crew was drifting around and performing their duties like nothing was of the unusual. He could sense a heaviness upon them all, but he simply shrugged it off and lifted his right hand to his hat. His hand left with the hat in his hand, and it was brought into his other hand, so that both hands held a portion of the flimsy brown fabric. His eyes bore into the indent where his head had been moments before, as if he were trying to burn a hole through it. This lasted for only a few moment before Bently’s right hand released the hat and was lifted to his hair where he ran his fingers through the blonde strands; a habit of nerves he swore he had always had. The deep ocean blue eyes that were his own were carried to those of a darker, more chestnut color of his co-captain, Emiliano. The blonde didn’t say a word, but simply scanned over his partner before nodding, looking away and back down at the girls, and sticking his hat back on his head.

Since Damon wasn't currently needed in battle, he had been assigned to watch over the ladies while the Chiquillos waded into deeper waters, further and further from the pursuit of these girls rescuers. The boy held his large, powerful gun in his hands, carefully watching over the girls, but in the mean time looking around. The girls weren’t complaining or anything at the time being, so there was no need for the boy to be watching them like a hawk. Bent whistled, and the older crew member looked up on cue. "Take off their blindfolds…" Bently instructed moments before releasing the wheel. The waters were fairly calm, so the wheel just slowly began to turn as Bently flipped his hair to the side, and looked again at Emilio. "Your turn," he murmured while advancing past his co-captain. Emilio took the wheel, and Bently continued to the steps that led his down to the main deck from the quarterdeck. Stepping from one step to the next, his boots clomped loudly against the wood, and the collar of his shirt blew against his cheek in the salty breeze. The smell of the ocean felt like home, and even more so after being docked at the island for so long. Once past the overhang of the quarterdeck, Bently was able to see two of the girl had their blindfolds off, and were looking around, while Damon continued on with the other three.

His boots gave their final clomp as Bently took his final step onto the main deck, and paused, watching as one more of the girls were now able to see, and another was well on her way while Damon fumbled with her blindfold. The blonde teen rolled his sleeves slightly above his elbows while he paced toward the group of girls, watching as the cloth folded and crumpled and shortened in length. The brown belt sort of thing that dangled below his waist bumped along Bently’s light washed jean covered thighs as he walked, every now and then clinking against the metal of his long bladed knife that was carefully place in his pocket. There were two other knives only a few inches shorter than the one in his pocket tucked into their holders that were attached to his brown arm cuffs that had silver linings around the fingers, middle hand support, wrist cuff, and ends. The knives were not visible however; their holders were hidden from view, and only known to Bently. They could quickly be removed and used as a quick, deadly, close range weapon. Bently halted in front of the girls, playing with the necklace around his neck; placing it in his mouth and sliding it from left to right with his fingers; a common habit found in anyone. His deep sapphire eyes watched as one by one the girls were given their ability to see again, and how they glanced around in confusion and other emotions. Ready to get things on the move, Bent impatiently rolled from the balls of his feet and to his heel, and back again to his toes. He repeated this gesture, waiting for the crew to gather around to see what was going on, and for Damon to finish so Bently could begin furthering his plots.


Other:
This is what the ship looks like
The wheel is like this, but all put together and just the two larger sizes. The 72" wheel is in the middle, and there is a 60" on each side of the 72". It’s very complicated, which drives even the more curious crew members away. |3
Outfit! Here’s what Bently is wearing, with a few adjustments I’m sure you can imagine on your own. |3

[kannagi]

Cassidy Brockesworth

Cassidy had a horrible habit. More of an obsession, really. Her whole life her parents had warned her of strangers; low-life citizens, merchants that bargained for more than her money, homeless poor people, their ribs visible through their chest that would grovel at her feet, begging for food. They taught her to turn the other cheek and always be vigilant of these horrid people. So naturally, she became adept at looking over her shoulder, making sure nobody was following, no threat was imminent.

But that fateful day... was, well, different. Cassidy's sister, Esperenza, was finally celebrating her 16th year of birth, which meant she was to be swept off to marry some rich English suitor. She was a woman; a women of wealth, beauty, and elegance. She deserved, and would find a fine suitor.

So as Cassidy strolled blissfully down a cobblestone street, carrying a basket that was to be filled with local eggs from the market, she let her guard down. She was in a decent part of town, fine Spanish buildings with dull orange terracotta rooftops, cast-iron fences and well-groomed brushes. Tapestries hung from some roofs, others visible in the wide-open white doorways within the buildings.

Oblivious to her surroundings on this radiant, sunny day, she was suddenly grabbed from behind by a gruff, calloused hand and gaged. Pulled into the shadows behind a large building, the man finished tying the dirty cloth around her mouth, probably ruining her lipstick and her white dress in this dirty, wet ground. He pushed her against the wall and gave her a cocky grin, to her dismay. The gag was intoxicating, pungent with revolting rat odors and alcohol. Cassidy fought, managing to get a sharp right hook onto his left arm, and she heard him groan satisfyingly before binding her arms to her side with rough rope. Kicking madly, Cassidy gave him her meanest glare, like hot coals burning in a large fireplace. She tried calling out for help, along with calling him names most unladylike, but they were muffled by the gag. He procceeded to tie a even more gross blindfold against her eyes, turning the world dark and rendering Cassidy helpless. Cassidy blacked out, possibly from the heat she was generating from all her thrashing under her large and heavy dress, or maybe from stress. It didn't matter; all that mattered was when she woke up, she was tied to a pole, brushing against another person's arm.

She jerked her arm away slightly, but there really was no where to go, since they left her barely enough room between the pole and rope to breathe. Surprising herself, she felt wet tears glisten on her eyelids, and sneak there way down her cheek, betraying her emotions. What have I gotten myself in to? Futhermore, who would dare abduct such a prominent Englishwoman? Surely they must know of, heard of, me! Captured by filthy commonfolk! Cassidy gaped in disgust, scrunching up her nose and wiggling this way and that, struggling to get free. She tried again to speak out against the gag, but it was no use. She was truly, completely, honestly trapped. Annoyed, she sighed and tried to think of anywhere but here. She thought of her servants' warm mulberry pies, the magpies her father and his friends often went out to hunt casually, the pink salmon her mother and her sister purchased at a foreign market weeks' ago that her family indulged on. What had gone wrong? What had simple Cassidy, the charismatic eldest daughter, elegant dancer, and the to-be wife, done to deserve this? She slumped against the post, bracing herself for the worst. She only hoped her parents were able to recover her body.

Almost immediately after Cassidy lost hope, she heard the burly voice of a man. His voice was distant, probably carried over by the seabreeze often found in the Mediterranean, but he sounded within 50 meters of her location. She heard rugged boots shuffling along above near the voice, some quick-stepped, some relaxed, all listening. A few detatched from the rest and headed towards her. Her throat constricted in fear, her heart beating fast as the adrenaline pumped into the organ. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, hopefully looking as threatening as she could. Then, something strange happened. Rough hands cupped her face and undid her blindfold. Then, he undid her gag. She spewed venomous words with an unladylike manner and beet-red face. "HOW DARE YOU DO THIS! Do you know who I am?! My father will hunt you all down and kill you!" She spat on the man's boot, and angrily continued. "You're as good as mincemeat! Not even worth a euro! You're low-life, bottom-feeding scum that will be dead shortly! You ruined my vacation, destroyed my dress, and made me very, very, angry. You will be hung at the gallows. Surely, you all must realize how foolish you are! I am from a large, rich estate, and have famous lineage that goes way back in England!" She paused and looked away, finally said her peace, before realizing as she gazed over open, blue waters...

She was on a ship. In the middle of nowhere.
... With a bunch of nobodys.

Other:

Heh. Wearing the dress in her picture, but probably will change later into something more suitable ^^

[Harpy•]

Dαмσи Jɛƨƨ Fιℓтιαяи

◘•Some will l e a r n,•◘
◘•Many d o,•◘
◘•Cover up;•◘
◘•Or spread it o u t•◘

Damon chewed only slightly at his lower lip as he walked out into the bright sunlight shining on the deck, the smallest hint of nervousness clawing at the depths of his stomach. Some of the girls Bently had decided to take were not nobodies...they were, in fact, from Aristocratic families, ones in cahoots with royalty, and for all Damon knew, from royalty itself...though the gunner suspected that Bentley wasn't so foolish as to kidnap a royal girl. The entire navy would be chasing after their ship, and that wouldn't turn out in favor of the pirates.

Damon's mind wandered to the night before as he nodded at the captain's order to remove the blindfolds, following after Marcello and working on the opposite side. He had been assigned to a girl named Ezra, a red-headed girl. He couldn't remember most of what had happened due to a bit of excessive drinking afterwards, but he knew it was successful due to the red hair he was uncovering at this moment. He showed no recognition to the face he revealed, instead moving on directly to the next girl, and from that one to the next, his face hard and expressionless, enunciating the darkness of his eyes and the chiseled angles of his jaw. Once he finished uncovering the faces of the girls, all of them attractive and naggingly innocent, he stepped back to the opposite side, away from Bently, Sholto, and Marcello. His eyes flickered up towards Sholto, and Marcello's quiery towards him. The question was obviously rhetoric and meant to be sarcastic, due to the fact that the cook was having trouble even standing up straight.

Unamused at the moment, Damon's eyes moved back to the girls, watching their faces and potential reactions with a tense frame. No doubt there'd be shock, anger, fear, and anything else imaginable. It would be difficult to not go hysterical in a situation like this...the initial reactions to Bently and the crew would determine just how strong these girls really were.

His hands were loosely crossed behind his lowerback, much like a soldier at ease in a line-up. He didn't really know why he stood this way...it seemed comfortable and an easy posture to move into.

After studying the girls for a few more moments, his eyes moved up to Bently, awaiting his words and/or command, prepared for nearly anything at this point.

◘•Words: 397{So Short! Dx}•◘
◘•Comments: It's short and retarded. T.T•◘
◘•Clothing: Here is his entire basic outfit, but without the hair.•◘

[Smamm]

--Bently Carter--

The captain’s blue eyes watched meticulously as a girl spoke out, and began rambling on about her importance in this world; or at least what she assumed made her important. A devious smirk crossed Bently’s lips, widening as she continued into a toothy grin showing a mixture of emotion ranging from entertainment to nothing other than his surmise with the whole display the petite blonde girl was putting on. It was the same old story he had heard before from previous girls. ’Daddy will save me, you’ll see!’ Poppycock, Bently wanted to curse at them. Not even all the money in the world could save them once on board the Chiquillos. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, the visible egotistical way the rich set themselves on a pedestal, but brought a chuckle to his lips at the same time.

It reminded him of when he lived on the island, how the rich were more important than he, a poor civilian, simply because they had fancy clothes and a big house. At least that had been his mindset at the young age of seven or so, but he now understood there was more to that complicated equation. He actually recalled this girl, Cassidy, as when he had lived on the island he had heard her name among others mentioned frequently. He had never actually seen her, though; only heard of the girl. Looking at her now it didn’t surprise him. She’d undoubtedly grown up spoiled with that inflated idea of herself like all the other rich children; and now with the addition of her arrogant use of words, he really wasn’t shocked in the least. Obviously this first impression didn’t change when she spat on his Gunner’s shoes, which would normally set nearly anyone off. Not Bently, though. He kept his composure calm, simply observed as she continued on with her threats.

Being spat upon was close to the greatest insult you could throw at a man, especially if coming from a woman. His chuckle from before grew into a vainglorious laugh that lingered on his tongue. He was sure all eyes were on him, but he paid them no advancement; his sapphire orbs were glued to this spiteful little fireball that he was determined to crush instantly. He would have preferred to not have the need to interfere with these girls more than necessary, but disrespecting his crew had to be dealt with forcefully, and urgently. It wasn’t that what he knew he had to do wouldn’t bring him regret and a deep need to apologize, but as captain a soft spot is not part of the résumé.

His little welcome to the ladies could wait; there was a more important matter to address at the moment. ”There’s always one in the group, eh, Damon?” Bently commented, not really expecting or intending for an answer. The captain took a few steps closer to the girls, glancing over each as he paced closer toward the blonde that had rebelliously spoken out. Bently reached her in a short second or two, and stopped to face her. His smirk still laid plastered delicately on his lips, turning the corners up in a pretentious manner. ”I’m sorry to have to be the one to drop this grim news upon you, sweetheart… But truth be told I’m lying.” he began in a spiteful manner, his grin becoming more sly but yet charming as he began his news flash. ”All the money in the world won’t be able to save you once we are only a few more moments out to open sea. No insult will save you dear, no daddy will be able to save you,” Bently paused, his eyes glancing up and down her frame, taking in every detail. As his eyes wandered despicably, his smirk widened into a smile full of nasty intentions. ”If it is such a problem to be wearing such filthy and embarrassing clothing, be our guest to shed your dress; I’m sure none of us will be complaining…” he continued, his eyes returning to meet hers with a wicked glow.

His right hand reached up to hold the girl he knew was named Cassidy Brockesworth’s chin between his index finger and thumb, his left hand dangling from one of his belts. ”And I hate to inform you, but you are at my mercy, sweetheart. If this ‘mincemeat’ commands it, you will grovel at his feet. If this ‘bottom feeding scum’ instructs you to swap the deck, you’ll do as told. If I, the fool here, tells you to kneel down and wipe your saliva from my crew mate’s boot, you will do so…” Bently explained, his smile transforming in a mixture of emotions as his words kept coming. ”Now, you WILL wipe your spit from Damon’s boot, and you will use your already disheveled dress to wipe it up!” Bently proclaimed, not waiting for the girl to answer before ripping his fingers from her face, and using that hand to shove her to her knees.

Bently was plenty aware how tight the rope binding her to the pole was, and he was certain that pushing her to the deck would not be a pleasant feeling on her stomach and lungs. It truthfully somehow pained him to be so primitive with a woman, and to have to do this to keep her straight, when he was almost sure she was acting out of fear and sorrow. He had to keep his emotions bottled up inside, however, for the sake of not being speculated as weak. He had to do this, although the act stung him like a blade’s swipe to the skin.

The blonde boy stood there, watching the girl for a moment before kneeling down to her level. The boy’s left hand moved to his right wrist where he removed one of his daggers, and held it there. With his right hand he reached for the girl’s face, where with his thumb he wiped her tears from before away. His eyes showed a flash of compassion and apology only visible to the girl, but he carried on regardless. Removing his hand from her face he reached around her with both arms, and managed to cut the rope tying her wrists together. He stuffed the dagger back where it belonged, and stood, his eyes flashing one more look of what seemed to be apology toward her before his hardened captain face returned. ”Now, wipe it from his boot. And don’t get any bright ideas now that your hands are free. There are plenty of us here that can take you out with a shot from a gun or a blow to the head, dear…” Bently spoke, snorting in content. ”Hopefully we all now know our place on this ship, girls?” Bently questioned, his eyes panning from one girl to the next.


Other:
This is what the ship looks like
The wheel is like this, but all put together and just the two larger sizes. The 72" wheel is in the middle, and there is a 60" on each side of the 72". It’s very complicated, which drives even the more curious crew members away. |3
Outfit! Here’s what Bently is wearing, with a few adjustments I’m sure you can imagine on your own. |3

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[Tatterdemalion]

{{Currently in the car and on my way home! I'll probably post later tonight! Cant wait!]]

Quinn O'Connell
[I need another story] +[Something to get off my chest]
[My life gets kind of boring] + [Need something that i can confess...]
[Till all my sleeves are stained red] + [From all the truth that I've said]
[Come by it honestly I swear]

+ Quinn had not dare set foot off the ship in three years and she certainly had not planned to that day either. It was almost an irrational fear of hers, feeling that if she dared stick one toe out onto the docks someone from home would spot her and drag her away back to her father. Sure he had not been a terrible person, he'd never laid a hand on her, fed her more than once a day, let her have absolutely whatever she wanted, but that wasnt what Quinn had wanted. The firey young Irish woman had wanted more excitement than cleaning the house and keeping the books. She had wanted adventure.
“An’ ah bloody well aint goin’ back for nothin’.” She mumbled, crossing her arms as she sulked about the deck. Being in port was the worst form of torture anyone could have ever thought up. The rest of the men scattered, some not without trying to cajole her into joining, but like always she declined. Though she had worked hard to earn her place amongst the pirates, this was one of those things she just would not participate in.
With a yawn Quinn leaned back against the mast, sinking down to the deck. What else was there to do? There was no one to bother her, no work to do, nothing at all to do. he warmth only adding to her groggy feeling as she struggled to keep her eye lids open. Lower and lower they sagged until wakingness mingled with sleep, Quinn having given up fighting it. There was nothing to worry about, absolutely nothing . . .

+ She was wrong, very wrong. The footsteps quietly thunked across the deck, but Quinn was certain it was just one of the crew. They wouldn't bother her, they at least knew that much.
“Ya try enah'thang ah’ll blow yer ugly mug right off, ya ken?” She half snarled, still too much a sleep to care much. Bluffing or not, she’d earned enough respect for it to be taken seriously. The footsteps continued though, still creeping towards her as if her threat had never even been heard. She huffed, knowing that if whoever it was tried anything she could certainly hold her own. Just in case, she cracked an eyelid open, balking as she realized that the person was not anyone of the crew but an absolute stranger. She clumsily skittered to her feet, old fears welling up in her far to fast for Quinn's mind to process.
Whatever it was that happened next - Quinn could not quite remember now - had gotten her tied to something hard and blind folded. Her head hurt from the blow it had taken; the blow that had been her undoing. Fist fights had never been her forte, even after several years aboard the ship. Previous ship... She told herself, certain she had just been shanghaied. Oddly enough, it made no difference to Quinn, just so long as she wasn't going home. As she shifted to seat herself more comfortably, she finally found that her arms had been bound to her sides, everything from a bit above the elbow feeling numb. Quinn could not help the uncomfortable moan that escaped her mouth, even if she’d like to keep her feelings quiet until she knew just who she were up against.
As the blind fold was removed she blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the change of light. It did nothing for her aching head, but that was trivial enough to ignore. There Quinn sat on the deck of a ship; pirate obviously by what she could see of the crew, all gawking at her in confusion. Quinn scowled, slowly looking around herself as other feminine groans and growls could be heard. Foremost among them the outraged whining of some girl certain her dear old daddy could save her with money. Quinn snorted in amusement at that, thinking herself living proof that this was absolutely wrong. Women... She thought bitterly. A bunch of women! Why it was so surprising she wasn't exactly sure. She was a woman after all, but she had seen scarce few since stowing away on the previous ship.
She curiously listened as the captain - he had to be the captain, there really wasnt any doubting that - delt with the obnoxious wailing. He seemed to fit the role perfectly upon first glance, talking to the girl with such arrogant control it made Quinn's willfulness bristle. This being so, she could only answer his final question with some sort of trouble.
“Whot’cha tryin’ tae do? Run a ‘hore ‘ouse on yer ship?” It was said with an amused smirk, knowing she were stating a question that just had to be asked. They were pirates after all, what else were they planning on doing with a bunch of women?

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[Thought you saw me wink?] +[ No, I've been on the brink...]

[i][Words] + 809 -ish
[Outfit] + This
[Notes] + I'll get to Felix's soon...