Sail the Seas (Pirate RP Needs Members!)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Sonja gritted her teeth, glancing at the storm ahead. Then, striding towards Rodney, she began steering him back belowdecks to the infirmary. "Stay here," she told him, then, to Betty- "Keep him in this room. I don't want him being blown off of the deck."

Melody whistled lowly at the mass of storm clods, hoping it wasn't as bad as it looked. The first signs of a storm- the persistently aggressive wind- began whipping at her hair and whining against the sails. Melody realized that if they weren't furled, the mast might break under the force of the wind. Quickly, she scrambled up the rigging and began tying up the large squares of cloth.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald saw Melody trying to tie up the sails by herself and walked over to the rope on the opposite side. "Need any help?" she asked picking it up.

[intriguing]

Betty nodded, and grabbed the little boy's arm firmly before he could escape. "Come on Rodney, you heard what she said," she said quietly, and Rodney looked down then trudged off into a corner, his arms folded, his legs crossed. Betty rolled her eyes, but still tended to Indigo as best she could.

Everything was fine below deck, Betty was doing ok, somone sensible had begun to furl the sails and everyone was doing their bit. She could finally stop panicking, she always had been good under pressure, but now it was all changing. She'd been fine with the risk of being caught stealing on the streets, but when it came to it now, she cold barely keep one ship under control.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"As fast as you can," replied Melody, not sparing any time to be overly polite. "That storm's a-comin' fast, and iffen it hits this ship with the sails unfurled, it'll fill so quick and hard that the mast could come right down on our heads."

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald gulped and pulled down on the rope, trying to ignore the pounding wind blowing. Good thing the rain hadn't started. "That wouldn't be good." she mumbled and continued helping to bring up the sail.

[Coseylion]

Bree's eyes widened slightly as she heard Melody's words, she started to tie the rope around the barrels and railings a little faster, then she'd help on the sails. She definatly didn't like the sound of being flattened by the sail, when she'd finished tying up another barrel she glanced up quickly at the cloudy sky, the storm was approaching the ship fast, and it didn't look very friendly, even from a distance it looked menacing. "I've never seen a storm like that one before ..." She admitted, getting back to work.

[intriguing]

"Brace yourself then Bree, that's a good 'un if ever I saw it," said Ingo, she gulped a little. The storm looked horrible, grey, gloomy and looming as if it fortold some grave future for the crew.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"If you're worried about bein' tossed overboard," said Melody, "You could tie yerself to the rail, or go down to the infirmary with the stowaway, the Cap'n, and Rodney."


On the western coast of Ireland, at the edge of a long dock, sat a tall young man of perhaps twenty years old. He had a shock of red hair and stubble on his chin where he had forgotten to shave the morning before. He held a fishing pole lazily between his knees, leaning back on the dock with his hands for support. The fish were as lazy today as he was- there hadn't been a single bite for hours. The young man was wearing calf-length, homespun breeches, and his feet trailed in the clear ocean water as it swished around, about and under the dock on which he sat. He was shirtless, and on his chest were three raggedy round scars, like the kind a pistol might make if shot from far away. Not that he could remember where he had gotten them, though- he had washed up in the sleepy Irish village one night, without any recollection of what had come before. He called himself Gannet, after the bird that had screeched so loudly outside that he had regained consciousness in a small wooden hut on the ocean's shore. The town's doctor and his wife, who had taken him in and stitched him up, were elderly, and so they treated him like their son. He was fishing for their supper, but he was too busy watching the storm far out to sea to care if anything came up to bite. It would roll in this afternoon, maybe this night- he should warn the village to bring in their animals. Tempests could be nasty, especially ones from out at sea.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Bump? There's a new story arc just starting...]

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald wiped a drop of sweat from her brow as she looked up at the sky. The storm was almost here. A strong gust of wind came and nearly blew her over. 'Got the sails up just in time.' she thought. She looked around seeing if there was anything else to be done. All the boxes were tied, the sails were up. She was about to walk away when she remembbered something. The canons hadn't been tied down yet.