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((I'm really sorry bout this guys... School this week has been really hard. I haven't had much time. I have been working on my intro though! I just only have a couple paragraphs so far... Still revising and adding. |3 I should have it up soon! I can't wait for the weekend to get away from school and kick this rp off! Again, so sorry i'm slow!))

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--Bently Carter--

It had been so far a lazy day for Bently, he hadn’t done much yet being early in the morning. The morning 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. ’Andres, you’ll manage Quinn while Nicholas takes Nora. Jet, you’ve got Arianna and Raffael will take Calia. I’d like Damon to Ezra, and Marcello to Katryana. Bethany will be dealt with under the trusting hands of you, Charles. 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 and Marcello weren’t currently needed in battle, they had been assigned to watch over the ladies while the Chiquillos waded into deeper waters, further and further from the pursuit of their rescuers. The two held their large, powerful guns in their hands, carefully watching over the girls, but in the mean time looking around. They weren’t complaining or anything at the time being, so there was no need for the two boys to be watching them like hawks. Bent whistled, and the two older crew members 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 and Marc continued on with the other six.

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 Marc 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 and Marc to finish so Bently could begin.

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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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[If Im right on the post below, Ill make it normale size again. Sorry, I think I messed up. :< Ill post correctly again after a bit.]

[Some of this might be off, since I'm not sure about certain things. So just go with the flow if I mess up, or correct me pretending I said the right thing. xD]

+Ezra+

A young Caucasian face peered around the wood of a stair case. The green hazel eyes were marbles against the stare it gave, and they rolled around in caution. As if, being chased. Well, Ezra wast that kind, she was more likely the one chasing. But it changed, a lot changed for the girl. Her life, for one. Kicked from her home by her own force was bad enough, having to listen to screeching, and bashing of walls and heads during day and night.

Her hand reached out, and she pulled herself up. Ezra was a tall, red-headed girl. Her hair curled in loose rows, and curly bangs dropped to her shoulders while the rest was tucked into a pony-tail that was poorly constructed on her head. Her face had few freckles, mostly on her cheek bones and up to her eyes.

Her jeans were dirtied, and her shirt was too. She almost looked anorexic along with that, not eating food for a good three days. Walking slowly down a hill that led from her hiding place, she left the abandoned porch an followed a small dirtied path with dark moist soil. She stayed in a more foresty like area, where few houses lived. Most were abandoned, so it gave advantages. Not long from her little hideout, there was the dock, where ship was placed. She wasn't the biggest and curious out of them all, but she feared they held something. Why would such a huge ship suddenly come from the middle of nowhere and dock in the small city?

Ezra always questioned, but sometimes her hot-headed personality got in the way. Most of her begged to check out that ship, what was inside of it, or why it was here. But her innate instinct was to stay away. She was in enough trouble for her sake already.


+Andres+

The small nod escaped from the boy's head, his black hair bobbed against his face. Ducking away from the outer-deck, he swung himself under a low box crate, and back to standing. Looking back, he watched others separate from the small crowd. Looking back to where he was walking, the young guy took a seriously sharp turn with his opposite leg flinging out in a girlie way. In this hall way, it led down to the stairway, and into the room[s?] were the crewmen sleep. He swung his away around to another turn, and came to his assigned hammock.

Pulling up his feather stuffed pillow, he yanked out a medium sized handgun. It was a silver like black, made mostly of metal. The handle was wooden, with the trigger cold as ice. Andres managed to snag this from a guy when they were against a few strays from this one area in Britain. Amazingly, he found this gun stranded out in the open by a dead corpse. Best he could do was steal it.

"Alright!" He huffed, shoving the gun into his broken pouch that tied against his waist. Following his small tracks back out the sunlight, he was dazed by the sun momentarily. Dang, it must be dark back in the cabins.. he murmured to himself, looking away from the rays of shine.

Ramming himself over to the edge of the boat, he was too lazy to walk all the way over to the plank that directed them off the boat. So, he jumped. His shin-high boots slapped against the planks of the dock, and little pain shot up his legs from the way he landed. At first he thought he broke something, but he regained the feeling to stand after a moment. Dizzy from the quick fall, he brushed off his knees. Quietly he prodded his gun with his hand to check it didn't fall, and his brunette eyes did the same, gazing over the pocket.

Quinn...

[ossa di cervo]

Sholto Samuel Kenning
I ain't gonna take no sh** from no one,
I ain't gonna take no lip from no one,
You ain't gonna try to get me to hold on,
It's golden now; Why would I slow down?

Sholto gradually made his way from the lower deck to the main deck with much tripping and cursing. The boy had obviously been around the booze again, but he'd made himself get up anyway. The smoggy air that came with being a cook surrounded him like a shroud and he had decided it was time to take a break and bug the other crew members. Plus, the others were bound to be back by now, in fact he was certain they were otherwise there wouldn't be such a racket coming from the ceiling. So Sholto had gotten up, and almost immediately tripped over something he couldn't see and his forehead took a rough beating from the fall. He rubbed at his forehead a moment, certain of the bright bruise that would be there in a few hours before pulling himself up again. The boy grabbed his favorite knife off of the counter and stuck the point into his mouth, stopping the blade before it reached his tongue.

He escaped the obstacles of his "office" and found that the stairs were waiting for him, a menacing object taunting him and always reminding him that drinking just wasn't good. Sholto raised a hand, slipping the knife out of his mouth and pointing it at the stairs. With a glare he began to speak, "Alrigh' then. Look's like we're gonna be doin' this the-" A hiccup escaped his lips and he staggered back a few steps, "The hard way then, eh?" He began his journey up the stairs, tripping on the second step. His eyes wondered to the knife, safely in one of the hands that had managed to save him, "Good thinkin' there, Sam ol' boy." He hiccuped again then pulled himself up and slowly climbed upwards. Several times he stumbled or tripped, almost every time getting a splinter lodged in his palm.

Once he reached the top of the stairs the pain in his forehead had begun to pulse as if his heart was now in his head rather then his chest. The boy reached a hand up to his forehead and flinched as his fingertips touched the spot he had previously rammed into wooden board. His eyes quickly turned to see the captain near seven girls. This made Sholto almost entirely forget about the pain in his forehead and he began a lumbering saunter toward them, "Wha's this? Ye've got yerself some mighty fine fish there, Cap'n." He laughed a little as he looked at Bently and shook his shaggy hair. His eyes wondered over to the girls and he grinned. It seemed as if instinct dragged his eyes toward Quinn, her features rather homely to Sholto. He pranced toward her and reached a hand out toward her face, "Wha's this? Yer playin' a trick, right Bently?" His voice quieted a little as he looked at her and laughed loudly, his beer smothered breath floating toward Quinn, "Yer gonna be fun ta mess with, ya are." He grinned at the girl and placed the knife that was in his hands back between his lips.

He stumbled back a few steps and rubbed the red spot that was now across his forehead. Looking out over the girls then up at Bently, "What're ye gonna do with 'em? Cast 'em off an' feed 'em to the sharks? I'd rather like watchin' that."

((Agggggck, I liked the first one better.. My computer crashed about two paragraphs in on the first one though. q.q Hope this is okay. xD))

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Raffael "Sketch" Tanner

Raffael slouched near the front of the ship, propping himself up on the wooden railing that ran around the edge. To his back was the salty spray of ocean waves, a sight and sound he'd grown accustomed to since joining the ship's crew. Before him was the ship with her rigging and powerful sails and yet more ocean beyond that. He'd been out and about above ship since shortly before dawn. The night had been long with little in the way of sleep, yet instead of sleeping longer than usual, he'd been up early. After the night's activities it had been hard to sleep. He still wasn't certain what was going on in Bently's head that would possess him to kidnap seven girls. Perhaps it was his curiousity as to what Bently would say about it this morning that had driven him to wake up early. Either way, he'd found himself wandering the deck attending to any chores that needed to be done and eventually he'd found himself standing, lost in thought, near the ship's bow.

His thoughts drifted with little direction to them as he gazed out over the side of the ship at the lightening waves. The girls and Bently dominated his thoughts. He puzzled over Bently's plans, unable to find or understand why the captain had chosen to do something as odd as kidnap girls. Even the girls themselves were strange, from what he'd gathered none of them had very many similar traits even. For a brief moment he wished he knew what went on in Bently's mind, but instantly took it back deciding that it was probably better that he didn't. With his current train of thought not becoming any easier to understand and just overall frustrating, he shifted his thoughts back to the girls themselves. More specifically, the girl he'd been assigned to kidnap. His history and training as a conman had given him an obvious upperhand as he could shift seemingly shift his entire personality and create a new and different person to be, very much like slipping inside a costume. He'd under estimated her, but it hadn't stopped him from getting her to the ship.

Sounds caught Raffael's attention and he turned his gaze to where the girls were tied up, attention focussing on Bently as he approached them. For the moment, he remained where he was, watching as Bently ordered the blindfolds off. As more and more off them regained their sight, he pushed away from the railing and slowly made his way over. His right hand drifted to the sleeve of his left forearm, feeling lightly for the one weapon he always carried. Checking for the dagger in its sheath that was strapped around his forearm had become habit. One learned from before he'd even come aboard the ship or even considered taking to the sea. A habit borne from life on dangerous streets and fights that took deadly turns.

A few steps away from the captain, Raffael stopped to wait. He remained silent, gaze flicking to different faces and taking in everything about the situation. His gaze paused briefly on Sholto, the briefest flicker of annoyance and disgust crossing his face before he fixed his expression into one of zero emotion. How a person could drink that much was beyond him. He couldn't bring himself to drink much at all for fear of muddling his senses, one thing that he didn't like risking.

"I'd rather 'ope not, that'd 'ave been a waste o' perfectly good time we spen' bringin' 'em aboard," he grumbled, his lack of sleep not helping his mood much. Not that dealing with drunks was something that he could stand on a normal day.

((I'll apologize right now for any mistakes in my writing, I'm almost falling asleep in my chair 'cause it's late, but I wanted to get this written))

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[Geronimo.]

[Hopefully none of this counts as power play, and I'm sorry about this post. It's majorly memories of the capture, as that's the only thing my muse seemed to like. :C Feel free to make me edit it]

K atryana F elane

"Look here She comes now,
Bow down and stare in w o n d e r:
Oh how we love You!
No flaws when you're pretending..."

The Lost Compass Tavern was busy tonight. A few hours before opening had 'Ma' Maude, the owner, getting the girls to put on their dresses and makeup. "Come on, girlies. We're gonna 'ave a pretty crowd tonight as the ships 'ave just ported in. Now, rules for tonigh'. Steal whatever coins 'e 'as. We're short as 'tis now. Flirt lots, but don' go overboard. We need no men running from mah Tavern. Make sure ya get 'em inta ya beds, but be quick. There's gonna be more men, and those ya do sex up had betta be well an' truly drunk. And no drinks for you girlies, alrigh'?" A loud "Yes, Ma" was echoed around the room, and as Maude left the room, the chaos started again. Two girls fought over one dress, and another was crying as someone had stolen her shoes.

Katryanna lazily slung on the 'sexy' underclothes she was meant to wear and picked up the dress. It was very short and tight, and showed off her legs and arms. Ry found the blue very vibrant, but had decided early on that the fuax jewels were way too arrogant. Thankfully it had its hidden pockets, as all the clothes Ma gave them. The purpose originally was to put in stolen items, but Ry always put in the things she never wanted to part with instead.

A pencil sketch of her family, done by her mother before she died, the silver knives she was practising to use, a very old flyer for the gypsy circus she was once part of... All of these were removed from her normal olive green clothing and put into the pockets. She started hunting around for her fancy shoes. These shoes were way too high and decorated annoyingly with flowers, but it completed her outfit as a wench. Brushing her hair so it fell into dark brown waves around her face, she wandered over to Susie.

"Hey, Sue?" Susie nodded quickly as she finished brushing powder over a younger girl's face. Susie was the best wench at making someone up, but she didn't do it for just every one. 'Sue' was one of the 'elite' wenches, one of the ones who got through at least ten men per night. Ry and Sue often competed for the most men to tease and sometimes worked together to get a man."Yeah, Ry?" Sue finished the girl and nodded to Ry. "Make-up, hmm?" Ry nodded, and sat down as she was bid. Sue flitted around for a minute, borrowing the makeup she didn't have, and started work. The tickling sensation spread over Ry's eyes and made them itch but she didn't dare move. Ry was feeling mildly exited, wondering how many she would catch tonight. Admittedly, Ry had got the odd abusive ones, but she couldn't let that unnerve her. Soon she'd be able to get freedom from her, her wench money able to buy her way out.

"Finished!" announced Sue, producing a mirror. "Blue cat eyes, and the rest natural, but with a few highlights!" Ry nodded her thanks, and made her way downstairs into the dark tavern. It had a smoky air and was filled with the smell of strong alcohol. With every step Ry took her hips swung and her dress moved teasingly. There was a small crowd of regulars, but one new guy. With practised ease she moved towards him, but teased the crowd by running a few fingers down one man's face, next feeling another's muscles. The show had begun.

A few hours later she was still talking with the new guy, who said his name was Marcello. She had given him a few drinks but he was relatively sober, a fact she liked. He was very cute, almost a heart-throb by many young women's standards. He was a pirate, she had realised as he talked, but the way he flirted and dressed was more...gallant than the usual pirates. He talked of freedom and the sea, and made Ry dearly wish she could see all of these things.

"Perhaps you could come with me?" he had said after he caught her daydreaming. Ry looked shocked, and whispered "You would like me, a slut to come with you, a pir...sailor, on a journey? Are you for real?" Ry was very tempted by the offer, but she had to make sure it was real first. "You want it, I can offer it. Back at the ship many people are curious about you. We have been watching you for a long time, Katryanna." This surprised Ry so much she almost chocked. "Then you should know that I would do anything to get out of here" she hissed. Marcello nodded once, and then...

Blackness. It was all she could see. She could smell salt on the air and the scent of men, and feel the tightness of the rope that was holding her upright. It appeared that she was on a ship, and she couldn't remember past that moment with Marcello, without any ideas on how she had got there. It bobbed up and down, the waves washing against the side. It made her feel dizzy and unbalanced. There seemed to be people next to her, around a similar height, but she could not hear them talking. At last one said to "Take their blindfolds off". Suddenly she was in the bright sunlight. Blinking furiously, she looked at her surroundings.

Next to her were six other girls, all appearing to be rich. She herself was still in the wrenching clothes from the tavern, but they were a little more beaten up. Perhaps I struggled a bit? In front of her were a three of young men, a blond, a light brown haired one and a dark brown haired one. The blond one had an air of command while the dark brown haired one was looking curious. The light haired one was obviously drunk. He had walked up to them just like the pirates she knew at the tavern, then said something she didn't bother to listen to, which was quickly answered by the dark haired one. One worried thought went round her mind as she watched the drunk carefully, maybe freedom is the same as being captured... Maybe my dreams are still far from being realised... With a gulp, Ry stared at the pirates, watching the drama unfold.

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I mages:
The Tavern and 'Ma' Maude
The dress
The shoes
The makeup

[Yeah, I cheated and copied Holli's post format. Sorry. And sorry about the clothes and things, its only if you feel girly and want to take a look. The song is Everybody's Fool, Evanescence.]

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