ONEXONE CAPT'N JADE AND TESSHIN-SAN- The Silver Fire

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Patric gritted his teeth, and growled, "Well, if you're not going to run me through, then get your sword off of my stomach." He looked away from Jade, focusing instead on the ocean over her left shoulder. "It was dark, and the sails were furled. I couldn't see them." He spat on the deck near his left boot and said, "I'd kill myself if I thought it would help anything, but it won't, so I guess you're right- I'm stuck here until we're all caught and hung for our crimes."

[Keriae]

Jade put her sword back in the scabbard. "Well then you shouldn't have tried to get a job in the dark. Don't blame me for your mistakes." Just to upset him, she spun the wheel, making the Black Pearl lurch, hoping to make him fall. He deserved it, speaking like that and spitting on her ship. "And do you really think that we're going to get caught? If anyone's hung, it'll be me and my first mate. You'll be free to escape." That made her think. She needed a new first mate.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"I'm not blaming anyone for my mistakes," said Patric, lurching as she spun the wheel. He dropped his fiddle and it hit the deck with a crunch. The sound of two of the strings snapping almost brought tears to the cook's eyes as he knelt by his instrument, picking it up tenderly. He looked up at Jade, eyes narrowed in fury. "Where I come from, they hang all the crew. It's not that uncommon." He stood, holding his broken fiddle, and retreated into the galley, slamming the door behind him. Sitting on one of the stools, he held the instrument across his lap and was still for a few moments, trying to force himself not to cry over the thing. It's just a fiddle, he told himself. A musical instrument- you can get one anywhere, right? But the answer was not "right." He didn't need this- hadn't asked for this- hated this life that he had been thrown into.

[Keriae]

Jade smirked, watcing him go over her shoulder. It was only a a bit of wood. He could always ask Merr to make another for him. Pulling out her map, she marked where they were, memorising it and looked out to sea, thinking about her father. Would he be proud of her?

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Patric gritted his teeth, then clenched his fists and stood up. He set his broken fiddle down on the table, and next to it set a piece of parchment and a quill pen. He'd think of what to write later- for now, he needed to decide how to get his revenge. He had a great many things in his cabinets with which he could poison the crew, but it wasn't their death that he wanted. Actually, it was only Jade that he wanted to kill at the moment, but poisoning her food wasn't exactly fair. Instead, Patric sifted through his spices and herbs until he found three that, when combined with hot water, lime juice, and then dried into a powder, formed a highly effective sleeping draught. Not enough to last for days on end, or even a whole night- it was more a time of hours. It would have to be enough- it didn't take long to lower a longboat into the ocean and row out of sight. He'd do it, then- he'd finally get away. Any amount of time on the open ocean in a longboat, even if he had no provisions, was better than another day spent among these heartless pirates.

[Keriae]

(Oh no. Patric's certainly angry, isn't he?)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Certainly what? Awesome- yes. Homesick- yes. Crazy- no. Pissed off- you bet your hat he is!]

[Keriae]

(Don't you mean Jack Sparrow's hat?)

Jade couldn't hear Patric sifting about, so she was oblivious to what he was doing, and what he was planning. Keeping a careful eye on the tides and prevailing winds, she turned the ship where needed, one hand on her hat as she thought about her father. He'd taught her, and Merr, everything they knew. And her mother, before she'd supposedly died, had taught her a few things, things that Blackbeard had taught her. She was certainly a formidable pirate.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[You bet Jack's hat, then! And Barbarossa's funny feathered one, too.]

Patric glanced about his cabin, trying to decide what food would still taste right once he'd added the powder of spices, herbs, and lemon. Fish- that was it. He had some, fresh from market, and he needed to cook that before it went bad anyways. It was coming on midday, so he'd have to work quick. Taking down a mortar and pestle from a cabinet, he began grinding leaves into power, adding drops of lemon juice occasionally to the mix.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Apologies for the double post, but I won't be on until tomorrow night, so please don't go past dinner until I can post ^^]