Sail the Seas (Pirate RP Needs Members!)

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald looked up and saw Jack rush over. "I'll be fine!" she muttered. "Just help me up." she said, determined not to be made fuss over. She hated to be babied over.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Ye're not th' only one whose parents wore th' hangman's necklace," growled Sonja, still standing directly in front of the older crewmember with her arms crossed. Unlike Tessa-Rose, she didn't have much in the way of 'pent-up frustration and grief'. Her father was a drunk and her mother was a whore, and both of them had died when the swordswoman was naught but a babe. She had grown up with her aunt and uncle, and that had been quite fine by her. But Tessa-Rose didn't know any of that, and Sonja wasn't planning to tell her. "So don't go mouthin' off abou' yer problems ter me," the swordswoman added. "'Cause look around. Every one o' us is a pirate, an' I'd bet my boots that everyone here could tell ya a story about some tragedy or other in their life. So don' come turnin' on me wi' yer bonny little sob story, 'cause I don' give two hoots o' a haypenny abou' yer past."

[Keriae]

Tessa-Rose grumbled to herself, screwing up her nose as she turned away from Sonja.
"Well, at least give some leverage to the grief. I've hidden it away for years, and it's piled up and up. So 'ave many of the crew. Don't go complainin' to me when you ain't able a 'old it it."

[intriguing]

As Betty eventually caught up with the crew, she arrived only to find a scene of irritation, distress and ill-health. She took a deep breath in, looked to the skies, Give me strength, she thought, then walked over to Emerald and Jack, the two who were supposedly injured, well neither did seem quite right in themselves. "What's happenin' here then?" she asked as she knelt down by Emerald, giving her a hand up, "Take it slow now, don't be walkin' too fas," she said, one of the worst things you could do witha headache was get up to fast.

[Keriae]

Jack swung his head around to look at Betty and smile, relief washing over him at the sight of her. At least someone was able to snap out of their senses and come and help him with Emerald. The cook stood slowly as Betty held out her hand for Emerald to take, watching the two carefully.
"Emerald was ridin' a 'orse, an' it bolted 'cause someone let a shot ou'. Emerald 'ere fell off." He explained, chewing his bottom lip nervously, "I can go and find some lime for 'er 'ead if ye want."

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald scowled. "I don't need a whole pirate crew to take care o' me! I'll be fine!" she insisted yet again. She did accept Betty's hand though as she stood up. She tried to take a step and she tripped a little, her bruised hip giving in under her and her head spinning. She fell to her hands and knees, making her bruised shoulder scream with pain. She growled and stood up again, holding her head with one hand.

[intriguing]

"Aye," said Betty, "I heard the shot, tha's what got me 'ere," she said. "Lime'd be the best thing fer it, if ye can please do, water as well if there's some," she nodded her thanks then turned her attentions back to Emerald, she looked her over and touched the back of her her hand to Emerald's head. There was going to be some swelling, bruising perhaps, so she asked Jack, "An' if it aint too much to be askin', some ice, but that's just fer the swellin'" She smiled at him, grateful that there were people around her, if she was alone this would have been far more difficult. After all, her knowledge only spanned so far, and there was only so much the could do with the limited resources available.
"Emerald, sit yourself back down, don't even try to get up again y'hear, you're in a bad way an' I don't care tuppence if ye don't want me help," she said firmly, Emerald was getting her help whether she liked it or not.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald grumpily sat down and crossed her arms. She looked a bit childish as she sat there pouting, arms crossed and her curly hair a bit of a mess. "Yes mother." she sneered sarcastically. She couldn't help it, she just had to have to last word.

[Keriae]

Jack nodded, noting everything in his head. He knew that he definately had a lime on board in his cupboard. It was probably a bit shrivled and wrinkled, but Emerald needed the juices, so he'd be cutting it anyway. They still had one barrel of fresh water, so he'd fill a tankard with that. He didn't think they had any ice, but he could always just fill the old back he had with fresh water, as it was bound to be cold. The bag was actually a present he had been given by his parents when they visited a African pirate from the south of the continent; it was made out of the stomach of a goat, scraped clean and washed throrughly, the sdes sewn together to create a pouch.
Without a word, the cook turned on his heel and raced down the cobbled street, towards the docks.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"I'm no' th' one who's tryin' to slaughter street cobbles!" growled Sonja, fed up in an instant with Tessa-Rose's excuses. "If ye've got so much pent up grief an' whatnot, do sommat useful wi' it instead o' frightenin' the life out o' the townspeople! Run a mile, till a field, but do not use that pistol unless it's ter end yer own life or kill an enemy in battle."

Liam heard Sonja and Tessa-Rose speaking and looked over at them, slightly concerned. He didn't think Sonja was being quite fair, hinting at suicide and all, but he had no business interrupting their conversation. Instead, he drifted towards Emerald and Betty, wondering if his crewmate was alright. He didn't like horses very much, and the fall that Emerald had taken had looked pretty painful.