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[Talon the Mad King]

william horatio pellew II--
the captain and the rest of the Hartline crew were roughly hauled up, and were beginning to be transported over to the other ship. william made a mental checklist in his mind, checking it off as he walked: threw the orders overboard a bit back (check), made a body count for reports (check), made a mental tally of the wounds of his crewmates (check).

with all of his duties done, he had time to think. if he had more men, he could take the ship by surprise and try to regain control. that was, if he had more men. they could steal a lifeboat or a skiv, but he had no charts to safely navigate the waters. all he would be able to do is wait out and see what unfolds-
his thoughts were interrupted by a groan.
william turned his head and saw kennedy waking up, the man instructed to move him being quite rough indeed. "do be careful with mr.kennedy!" he found himself saying, before he was out of earshot.

the young lad that was leading him along couldn't have been more then fifteen at the most. a deserter from a former navy ship, perhaps? walking over the plank and landing on deck in the other ship, he looked back at the kid. "excuse me, lad. will you be so kind as to bring me to the Captain?" the boy looked upon him with confusion. "it's in the Articles of War that I must speak to him urgently." if the boy knew anything about the Articles of War, he would know that there was no reason to talk to the captain-

the boy lead him over to the captain's cabin, knocking a few times. "Captain, the navy captain would like to speak with you!" he had squeaked out, small fingers gripping tight to the hold of william.

[Kendall Roy]

C A P T A I N . H A M I L T O N

The Captain Groaned loudly as he just wanted to be left alone.
Why couldn't he have silence for a minute.
No chance.

Captain Hamilton put both his hands on top of his book clasping them together.

Why did the Navy Captain want to talk to him?
He thought about telling the boy to go away but the Captain did deserve some civility from his captor.

"Come in."He shouted still sitting in his chair.He began to pick the blood out of his nails again letting the lumps of blood fall into the cracks in the bare wooden floor boards.

What did he want?Why would the boy even bring him to his cabin anyway?He was a prisoner not a guest.

[Talon the Mad King]

william horatio pellew II--
the door was open, and william and the boy walked in. "i would love some privacy to talk alone with your esteemed captain, thank you." the boy blinked at him in surprise, nodding quickly before retreating.

"Your cabin boys are awfully. . ." nieve? innocent? too kind for their own goods? "good at following directions." he commented, wrists flexing against their holds. he glanced around the room, trying to find something to lead in conversation. before eyes landing on the book. he had a great education, and he knew literacy classics quite well.

"Quite a good book." he lightly said, glancing at it and then at the captain. "I have a request I would like to make. Mr. Kennedy suffered an awfully bad strike to the head, and I wouldn't be surprised if all the bones in Mr. Bush's hands are broken. I am asking, Captain, if you would happen to have a better place for them to stay until their wounds heal. The prision hold would be detrimental to their health, and I would like them to make a full recovery." He trailed off, glancing away before locking eyes with the Captain. "I do not care where I go."

Inside, he was quite nervous indeed. However, outside, he was strong and stoik. The condition of his crewmates were of the highest importance.

[Kendall Roy]

C A P T A I N . H A M I L T O N

"I think you you mean stupid,but thank you,I suppose."The Captain half mumbled watching the other Captain stand the other side of his desk.He glanced at his restrained wrists,reminding him that he still had full control.
"I'll get my Quarter master so sort something out,because I am not a complete animal."He told the Captain half trying to reassure him half trying to reassure himself.

"They will be comfortable,i'll get the men to put something in there to make it comfortable enough."He muttered cracking his knuckles loudly,again.
Why was he giving the man what he wanted,before he would have shot them all himself.

He was still surpisesd about the Captains overall demeanour which currently held no cracks of emotion.

"As for you,you will stay in here,so I can keep an eye on you myself.I warn you now if you even try to do anything I will snap your neck."He declared making himself clear.He didn't want the Captain to plot his escape and decided the best idea was to have him in his own cabin.

[Talon the Mad King]

william horatio pellew II--
relief was the first thing he felt. his crew would be safe. however, that relief was punctured by a quick bout of sudden alarm. he would stay in the captain's cabin? how. . . generous of him? he twitched a small smile, and gave a gracious nod.

"thank you, captain." his manners were still up to date, and he would continue as such until the situation would. . . dissolve. his wrists twitched once more. "you have my word that I shall not try to leave unless premitted."

he felt positively filthy. the dried blood on his face and on his shirt was becoming unbearably annoying, and the bound wrists were starting to ache. "with my word comes my crew, and they will stay as long as I will." that was a promise.

it was hard to imagine that he was just going to england. just going home. to him, he was going home to nobody. no husband, no family, nobody. just a pocket of half-pay and the waiting that resulted in it. perhaps he would play whist to earn a pay, but he knew he would be staying in a dusty inn in the middle of a town full of people.

a shame.

[Kendall Roy]

C A P T A I N . H A M I L T O N

Hamilton nodded at the words the Captain spoke."As I said before do anything I will snap your neck."He warned again staring directly into the other mans eyes noticing that their eyes were completely different colours;his were a pale blue and the Captain's were a deep brown.

He could tell the Captain was uncomfortable due to the blood and dirt which covered his skin and his uniform and the rope around his wrists.His comfort wasn't the Captains key point of importance in the current situation.He needed to sell what they had sold for a good price and then move on.

"Cook!"He shouted trying to get his quartermasters attention.He appeared quickly and opened the door and stood in its door way.
"Take The Captain to get cleared up."He told Cook who nodded,irritated,again."And unbind him but if he does anything kill him."He said to his quartermaster casually as if the end of the Captains life meant nothing to him,because in the end he would be just another number to the seemingly infinite body count engraved onto his brain

The Captain stared at his quartermaster to tell him to leave once more.

He couldn't keep the other crew here forever,unless he forced them to stay and become apart of his crew but then they would probably gang together and escape.He would probably have to kill them,well he wouldn't do that himself,he would leave that to someone else.

"And Captain when you return here later I wish to see your crew."He stated,he needed to see if they were going to be more trouble than they were worth he didn't want to waste perfectly good resources on a dying "Englishman".He would rather throw them into the sea.

He stood up leaning over the table extending his hand for the Captain to shake."Captain Sebastian Hamilton."He introduced himself.

[Talon the Mad King]

william horatio pellew II--

With a bit of a struggle, the rope that bound his wrists was broken. If he was a normal man, he would rub at his wrists and sigh with relief. However, he just nodded his head in thanks as the quartermaster left, his hands folding automatically behind his back. It was his normal stance when he was walking the deck or when he was having discussions with his fellow captains or his Admirals. With both hands folded over one another and clasped behind his back, he would pace the shining deck every morning from eight to nine bells. That time seemed terribly long ago.

His crew mates would be getting help and he would be staying in a quarters akin to his own. . . However, what would happen to them after they got better? They would certainly not drop them off in England, nor would they let them go now. He didn't want to think about what would happen if it wasn't freedom.

The captain would like to see his crew later. He hoped they would be on there best behavior. They should be. The only trouble would be the two midshipmen. Although they had trained and trained and trained until it was ingrained in their heads, they could still break under the pressure of being imprisioned.

"Yes, sir." He gave a small bow, and his eyes widened a bit in surprise when the Captain stood and stuck out a hand. Hamilton. . . An English name. He shook the outstretched hand. He wouldn't call it a pleasure to meet the captain, but. . . "A pleasure to finally know your name, Captain Hamilton."

A small bow of a leave, and then he opened the door to leave and follow the quartermaster to get cleaned up.

[Kendall Roy]

C A P T A I N . H A M I L T O N

He watch the relief flood over the other man as his bonds were broken.
The Captain nodded as the other Captain shook his hand.

He nodded again at him once he had left the room with his Quartermaster.He hoped that the Captain didn't attempt to escape otherwise he would be forced to kill him and the rest of his crew.This shouldn't be a big deal for the Captain,but for some reason this time,it was.

Alone again he sat back down,he rested his head upon his book.He was exhausted,both mentally and physically;he was always the last to go to sleep and the first wake up.He considered it his duty to make sure his crew were safe and well rested,even to the detriment of his own health.

He imagine he looked a state,covered with a thin layer of blood and dirt,light grey bags under his eyes,bloody clothing.

He lifted his head up off the book and made his way over to the right corner of his room where he had a few rum bottles full of water.He opened one,pulling the cork out of it and pouring it into the small basin.He stripped of his upper body garments.He scrubbed the blood and dirt of his torso,face and arms.The water turned a deep dirty red.He washed his dirty hair and dried it which his dirty shirt.
He walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out a clean white shirt and donned it.The clean material a needed change.

He sat in his chair once again and placed his head on his book,and closed his eyes.

[Talon the Mad King]

william horatio pellew II--

he followed the quartermaster along the deck, glancing around every so often. lead to a basin, he was left alone to clean off in private. he was glad that he was given respect as a captain.

stripping off his overcoat and and taking off his breeches, he scooped the water and began to clean off his face. the wound started to sting due to the salt water, but not too badly. moving to scrubbing his arms and neck, he looked at his breeches. with a quiet sigh, he began to scrub off the major dirty spots.

after the long task was done, he looked at his captain's coat. with a sigh, he tried to make it look as good as possible before slipping it over himself. he fingered through his curly locks and tied it back with his ribbon, and sighed softly before leaving the room. he needed to collect his crew.

after asking the quartermaster for where his crew was, he found them in the infirmary.

"get patched up, lads. we have a meeting to get to. "

[Kendall Roy]

C A P T A I N . H A M I L T O N

The Captain glanced lazily around his cabin,taking in the familiar sighs and smells that allowed him to enjoy some small degree of comfort.
He would just patiently wait here for Cook and the Captain to return so he could assess the Navy crew's current states.

Hunger flooded over the Captain as his stomach rumbled breaking the much needed silence.Thankfully the portions would be slightly better as from what he saw earlier the Navy vessel had a store of decent enough rations.

He hoped dinner wouldn't be too long,it was still bright outside and the sun was beaming down but the Captain could see the small and early signs of its departure.