Sail the Seas (Pirate RP Needs Members!)

[intriguing]

Ingo looked at Melody, her eyes drawn away from the lifeless figure that was once her dearest friend. "I prefer not to remember," said Ingo, for in all truth she did not know. She closed her eyes and flickering scenes of the fallen bodies darted across her closed lids. It was all a jumble. Ella. Milo. More deaths in between. The hanging. She couldn't be sure who had dided that day but the fights had been ferocious. The captains were god knows where, so many crew members had gone, so many people she ahd known. She sighed, unclasped Sonja's hand and stodd, rolling back her shoulders and settling her mind. Ingo would most certainly prefer to remeber Sonja's life than her death, and if anyone dare though for a moment that this case would go without solution, they were wrong. Every crew member she ahd seen die she had known how. But this, this was different. No strong proof, merely a lead, was this really the business for a scrappy young pirate? No, but in the situation, she hadn't a care whether solving a murder was fitting, she was going to do it.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Melody nodded, reaching up to place a comforting hand on the younger- but taller- girl's shoulder. After a moment she removed it and said, "We need to... to move Sonja out of the field. I don't want anything- any scavengers-" she swallowed, hard, and tried not to think about what she was saying. Foxes, feral cats, dogs from neighboring farms... "And she needs a proper burying," added the quartermaster. "She was born on a farm, so we need to lay her to rest on one. I just hope Gannet don't mind too much." At the sound of hooves on packed dirt and the rumble of a cart, Melody turned around to see the young man in question driving his horses down the road. In the back of the wagon was Ryder and Emerald; Liam must have sent them. Gannet pulled his horses to a stop where the road ran past the field and hopped down from the driving seat. He ducked under the fence and took a few steps towards Melody, Ingo, and Jack, but recoiled when he saw Sonja's body. His face turned pale, even more than it already was, and he gagged horribly. He's probably never seen a dead human in all his life, thought Melody. Certainly not one killed and bloody like this. The quartermaster watched as the farmer peeled off his green shirt and laid it over Sonja's face and neck, to hide the cut in her throat. She was surprised to see that he was thickly built; she had only expected a farmer to have strong shoulders. Adding to that, he had a strange scar across the left side of his chest; it almost looked like an old gunshot wound. He dithered, then, obviously lost in the situation. "We could, I don't know, take 'er up to the house?" he suggested, but his words had no conviction.

[Keriae]

Jack stood upright with his back to Sonja's body, leaning heavily against the brick wall that was the house, his chest heaving with his deep breaths. His throat felt like it was on fire from his thrown-up stomach contents.... A very painful, searing fire that was burning right through his core. Grimacing, he wipped his mouth with the back of his hand and spat onto the floor, trying to rid himself of the foul taste. Slowly, the cook turned around, just in time to see Gannet arrive. He couldn't hear Melody's words, but as he moved forwards with small, tentative steps, he could hear the young man's and he wholeheartedly agreed with him.
"Aye, I agree," He said weakly, glancing down at the body. "Let the crew see her, clean her up, get her in some new clothes, then bury her." His voice shook noticabley as he spoke, and when he finished, he occupied himself by nibbling nervously on his lower lip.

[RoguesAreWe]

((I am so amazed that you took this so far Wildmagic :') My sister and I are surprised this has gone on for so long :') *Applauds* ))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[I couldn't have done it if you two hadn't started; I was so honored when you chose me to continue in your places. I hope I've done you proud; this roleplay has played a huge part in making me the writer I am today. As you were when I knew you, Padfoot98 and ZombieSpork, thank you. Thank you.]

Gannet stepped forward awkwardly, but Liam was the first to reach Sonja's body. Lowering himself carefully to one knee, the blacksmith allowed himself a few quiet tears before picking up the navigator in strong arms. He stood, keeping his head down as he passed Jack and Melody. First his brother, and then the woman Darius had loved. He was surely next, but at whose hand? Not his own; he was far too fond of himself for suicide. Swallowing hard to keep the tears out of his voice, Liam said quietly "I doubt that your nan will want her on yer kitchen table, but ah don't know where else ta-" Gannet shook his head and replied just as quietly, "No. It'll be fine; she takes in the sick and wounded when pira- when raiders attack the village."

[Keriae]

Jack watched as Liam picked up the limp body, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. There was no way he was having the deceased navigator put to red in bloodstained clothes. She needed fresh ones.
"I'll go and get her some fresh clothes from the Maiden." He muttered, just loud enough that they could hear him. Without another word, the cook turned away, not able to bear the sight of the dead Sonja. He moved away, his feet dragging a little, head down as he wollowed in grief.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Liam turned his head to nod at the cook as he went by, but he wasn't quite quick enough and Jack was already past him. Going into the farmhouse, the blacksmith laid Sonja carefully across the table they had breakfasted happily at just an hour before. Gannet's nan had cleared the remaining dishes, and now she stood back with a trembling hand over her mouth. Stepping forward, Melody laid a small hand on Liam's thick arm."I'll take care of her, get her cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes when Jack gets back."

With a groan that made three nurses turn in horror, the captain of the Maiden sat herself up and struggled to free herself from the bed she had lain motionless in for the past two days. When one of the women tried to push her back down, the irate blue-haired woman roared, "One of my crew is dead, and you would have me just lie here? Like some kind of invalid? Never! Let me up this instant!"

[Keriae]

Jack had reached the cobbled street and was shuffling down it with his head down, chest heaving and eyes glistening with unshed tears. Whoever had killed Sonja was in the wrong, and he wanted to kill them. He wanted to wrap his fingers around their neck and slowly apply more and more pressure until they fell to the floor, dead. Stuff weapons!
The cook was shaken from his 'daydream' when he felt the wobbly planks of the dock under his boot-clad feet. Blinking rapidly a few times, he switched his direction and walked up to the Maiden, climbing aboard with ease.

[.skycat.]

Ryder stayed in the back of the wagon. His gaze only fell upon Sonja's body twice, but it was enough to make his light green eyes water. The young man turned his head, looking the other way. What would they do once they sailed again? Who would be the new navigator? He pondered the questions for a while, then his mind moved on to other questions- questions everyone was probably wondering. Who killed Sonja? Was it just some villager who wanted revenge on pirates? Or was it like Emerald had said- was it Tessa Rose?
((Sorry I have a bit of a writer's block))

[Keriae]

Jack was silent as he moved across the slightly swaying deck of the Maiden, not looking up as he made his way to Sonja's old cabin. The cook paused at the door; it didn't seem right to just walk in without asking permission. It isn't like you can. She's dead. He reminded himself, extending a hand and pushing the door open. He let his hair fall over his face as he stepped over the threshold, over to what looked like drawers where she could keep her clothes. He was right in his suspitions.
Pulling it open, he ruffled through them until he found some decent clothes, laying them over his lap. Maybe he should take some of her posessions too, to burry with her? Yes, I should. We won't need them after. It was lucky that he still had his bag. Folding the clothes, he placed them in the bag then stood, looking around the room for anything that could be important to the dead navigator.