Role Play W/ K. Howard

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Amelia smiled and nodded a bit. “Yeah. Don’t worry much on him. He’s... more flexible than my Father.” She explained as she grabbed onto the ropes to begin climbing down. When about ten feet off the deck ground she hopped down; landing into her feet easily. The man who had called for her had his arms crossed and was staring down at her with a raised brow. He examined her and took a breath.
“Up there with the new lad ah? Have a fancy for him?” He asked and Amelia seemed to get s tad flustered.
“Lincoln cut it out.”

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James leaped down after Amelia, from a foot or two higher. He had assumed his greater heights would have aided him, but no. He landed somewhat sloppily and quickly adjusted his stance to keep from toppling over and looking like a complete idiot. His face felt warm when this man - Lincoln, apparently - implied Amelia was developing an interest in him, but a single swallow stopped the blush from rising to his cheeks. He faked a careless laugh, but worried it was too much of a bark to sound natural.

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“Cut out what?” He raised a brow and looked to James. He put his hand out for him and used his other arm to pull Amelia over towards him protectively but she didn’t seem to mind. “Lincoln. You’re James, are you not? Be careful around this little one. She’s feisty and will take everything you’ve got.” He mused and pinched Amelia’s cheeks. She whimpered quietly and pulled away, rubbing her cheeks with her hands before turning away from the two from embarrassment.

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James felt a bit embarrassed on Amelia's behalf, but accepted Lincoln's hand and shook it, perhaps a little awkwardly, "Yes. James. That would be me. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lincoln." Most of the men he had met this far were at least a little protective of Amelia, as if the entire crew had rallied around her. There was a serious loyalty among the men to both Amelia and her father, actually. And comraderie, too. At least that never changed from ship to ship, even if everything else did, "Yes. She's a real piece of work." He decided to leave out the bit about how he had been concerned about her pushing him off of the platform and down to the deck, effectively killing him - or at least guaranteeing serious injury.

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Lincoln examined James closely, just like Amelia had done to him only about half an hour prior or so. “Interesting. No scars?”
“None.” Amelia confirmed and Lincoln murmured something to himself before taking a deep breath and stepping away from James.
“Amelia. Do you feel as if...?”
“He’s going to be leaving at the next dock, so he says.” She said with a small shrug and Lincoln nodded. The two were a bit vague on the topic but that wasn’t too important.
“Well.” Lincoln turned to James again and be furrowed his brow before relaxing and grinning. “I hope you enjoy your stay.” He said kindly.

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James rolled his eyes at receiving a second reminder of scarlessness. What was this crew's obsession? Surely there was nothing wrong with not having scars. He imsgined it would actually be preferable. And maybe he had some scars under his clothes, but if he did, that was none of the crew's concern, "Yes. Yes. I'm sure I will." He said dismissively. He could feel the wind begin to ruffle his hair, grabbing hold of it and yanking it back. A storm was coming in - slowly, but surely. He had been too busy thinking to notice the strange behavior of Amelia and Lincoln, "The wind's shifting." He said suddenly, "We should be on the look out."

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Amelia looked over to James and furrowed her brow before looking up to the sky. Clouds were forming and she could feel the sick sense of the tenparure dropping by the minute. What was a hot with a cooling breeze Now was turning what could’ve been as cold as a winter’s night. “We will be.” Amelia responded to James and stepped back. “Excuse me.” She said politely before shifting her Weight and spinning on her heel to move down towards wherever her Father was to alert him of the storm approaching.

Lincoln didn’t seem to give much care for the storm, knowing they’d be alright. “Well. Why is it you don’t plan on staying with us?” He asked slowly; lightly running his hand along the dusty railing of the ship before carefully sitting on it.

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"I was never going to stay. I was told by my old captain, Captain Brill, that The Circe could give me passage to wherever I wished to go, provided I was ready to work for it. Not to mention, I feel as if I don't mix well with the crew. You're all very...serious." James was a bit tired of answering the same questions over and over. He just wanted to be told how to prepare for the storm so he could find more work to do, "Do you even have any rum on board?" He said it as a joke, but it quickly dawned on him that maybe they didn't.

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“Hmm.” Lincoln stretched his arms out tiredly and raised a brow when he listened to the boy. “Serious? We just haven’t gotten to know you is all. We are particular with our trust. And anyways it’s good that you are leaving. Not that we don’t want you, that is not the case.” He said seriously and furrowed his brow. “You wouldn’t like it if you stayed.” He murmured and slowly slid off the railing to his feet. “That is the dumbest question I have ever heard. Of course we have rum.” He grinned and ruffled the boys hair. “Follow along.”

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James withheld his bewilderment at being told he wouldn't want to stay on the ship. What did that mean? Was it a threat? He made a mental note to be on the suspicious side, just in case. His sigh of relief at being informed of the stock of rum on board was not withheld and he gladly followed after Lincoln, "So what's this I hear about you lot not liking songs? If you're such a fun bunch, what's up with that?"