1x1 w/ avior.

[ptolemaea]

pirate x rivals daughter
Inspiration: “if you say a word, I’ll slit your throat.”
(Ahh hope this sentence isn’t that gory.)

[avior.]

name: alphonse garrick
nicknames: alphie, sometimes, but there's not really anyone to call him that
role: pirate captain
gender: cismale
age: twenty two
- serious and closed off
- controls his emotions carefully
- solitary
- skilled swordsman
- scared of thunderstorms, which isn't a great thing considering they're at sea

[ptolemaea]

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Name. Dahlia Faith Constance
Nickname(s). Dahl, Lia, Faith (uses it in public, so people don’t recognize her name.
Age. 21

- loves cooking, usually helps make meals for the crew
- loves drawing
- enjoys watching the sun set on the boat
- can be extremely rude
- sassy

I’ll add more later.

[ptolemaea]

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Dahlia smiled, humming. The ship was quiet, her father was in town, for reasons unknown to her. The crew, of course, went with him, and the cook was in town as well, grabbing more ingredients to last them awhile. Seeing as she obviously couldn’t cook right now, due to lack of ingredients, she was sitting in her cabin, drawing in a sketch pad.

Wary of her father’s annoying and immature pranks, she thought he was trying to sneak up to her, as she had heard footsteps. These were too quiet- and she couldn’t smell the heavy smell of alcohol. She whisked around hastily, her dress brushing against the wooden boards.

“Show yourself, stranger.” She said, running around the cabin to try and grab a weapon, any weapon. “My father’s a pirate and he doesn’t even have a weapon he left here drunkenly?” She cried out.

[avior.]

Alphonse hadn’t expected to see his rival’s ship docked in the same port they were visiting, but it was a welcome surprise, to say the least. It seemed as though the crew wasn’t on board, which gave him a chance to look around and possibly find documents or maps used by the other captain. Then he’d have the upper hand, but it would do good for more than just that- it wasn’t hard to see that his crew didn’t have much faith in him. He didn’t blame them, considering his youth, but all thoughts of mutiny had to be dealt with accordingly.

That’s what lead to him boarding with another two crew members, sword drawn and lookin all about him warily. It seemed as though everyone was gone, but he couldn’t be sure. A few moments later, however, a voice caught his attention from one of the cabins. It was clearly the voice of a young girl- the captain’s daughter? He’d heard of her, but never had her existence been proved. The young captain couldn’t resist a slight grin, making his way toward the door and knocking with all the patience of a gentleman.

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Dahlia shivered. She’d been through plenty of attacks, but never when her father was off ship. She quietly crept to the bed, picking up the mattress and jumping into the wooden crawl space under it, placing the mattress on top.

The area was small, with barely any room. She picked up a lantern, hoping the glow wouldn’t be too bright, fumbling with it for a moment before it flickered on. There was oxygen coming from a small crack, if she pressed her face against the hard wooden floor she could hear the knocking still happening.

[avior.]

After a short while, Alphonse got sick of waiting. He was usually known for his patience in battle, but his was different. He didn’t want to just wait around while she cowered stubbornly. He let out a soft sigh and pressed his shoulder against the door, feet braced and leaning into it. It was surprisingly sturdy, but soon Alphie won over and it gave way under his weight, one hinge snapping off and the door tilting at an odd angle. Then he made his way in further, casting his gaze around the area. She wasn’t visible at first, so he had to assume she was hiding somewhere. That didn’t make things too difficult, but he had more dignity than to get down and search for her. Instead, he called over one of his crew members, still glancing around the room as though she’d appear.

”Get the crew off the ship and prepare to light it,” he stated clearly, making himself heard. The man nodded and ran off, collecting everyone and whatever they had gathered. It was a common practice for samphire to set ships on fire after leaving them, making sure the crew had nothing to return to. And surely that would chase her out of hiding.