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

[Solanum]

\\Merr 'Padfoot' Wolfsbane//

I know you want me | I made it obvious that I want you too

Calling up onto the deck, his strong voice carrying all the way across the ship. Cap'n Jade requires her hat and for someone to take over control of the ship for the moment. If I have to come up there, I will not be very pleased...

So put it on me | Let's remove the space between me and you

(( Taking Anno to vets. Cya for a bit guys. ))

[RoseQ]

Gabe Turner
But if stars should shine, by the very first time...

Gabe kept his sword at his side, but didn't want to carry the pistols anymore. He was sitting back on deck now, looking out at the sea. The wind ruffled his fairly long hair a little. He was zoning out a little.

...Then that's fine, just fine, by me.

[Keriae]

Jade smirked at him calling up. "Don't forget the rum." She told him, not up to yelling from where she was. She had an idea for the rum, something her father had done once, to his displeasure. He'd been forced to do it when she was a child, when she had cut her knee.

(See you in a little while, hopefully then.)

[panacea.]

|Skyra|
Rolling her eyes, she gently touched the wound which ran from her jawline to her lower neck, wincing as it stung. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a minor cut." Skyra replied mildly, though the blood continued to flow as she applied pressure in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Unable to stop herself, she grimaced at the memory of her foe attempting to slit her throat and failing. "Um. Maybe a bandage would help?"

[yuki,]

Alexander Jackson
Unrolling the arm of his shirt, he wripped a section of it off, roling the sleeve back up before turning his attention to Skyra. "Stay still" He said, his voice deadly serious as he spoke. Dabbing gently at the wound, he tried to staunch the flow of blood. "Lucky you got away with this cut, huh?" Glancing up, he held Skyra's gaze for a moment before returning his gaze to her neck.

[panacea.]

|Skyra|
Tensing at his touch, she pushed away the throbbing pain of her wound and tried to focus on something else. Watching Alex as he spoke, she smiled weakly. "A typical day in my life. Besides, you should have seen the other guy." Allowing her gaze to travel over the ship, she wondered who was captain of their attackers. Barbossa was dead. Or so she'd heard.

[yuki,]

Alexander Jackson
"Well, I bet he came off ten times worse than you did" Alex said, smiling softly up at her. Frowning in concentration, he folded up the cloth, dabbing at her neck again. "I'm gonna but pressure on your neck now... To stop the blood..." Pausing, he looked up at her, his eyes showing concern. "Now, if you feel you need to... Don't hesitate from slapping me" Although he would probably regret having said that, he ignored his consience, beginning to apply pressure to the wound.

[panacea.]

|Skyra|
A soft laugh escaped her at his words. "Okay. Just do whatever you need to -" Skyra abruptly stopped talking as the pain intensified, but she didn't let it show. Her features smooth and expressionless, she watched Alex as he worked. "Uh, where did you learn to do this?"

[yuki,]

Alexander Jackson
Shrugging lightly, he thought for a moment, searching for the true reason that he knew all this stuff. "Well, before I got into being a pirate, I was a bit of a thief as a kid..." Smiling slightly at the memory, he continued. "I used to get cuts from crazy drunks with knifes, running into fences... Oh, and once I got on the wrong side of a drunk Navy soldier" Frowning at that memory, he glanced up at Skyra, his smile soon returning to his face. "So, I learnt from some herb woman who looked after all the stray kids off the street, giving them shelter but leaving them to get their own food... I learnt it from her, she taught me all I know"

[panacea.]

|Skyra|
"Ouch. Sounds pretty rough." Skyra murmured, unable to imagine living like that. Her life seemed far easier in comparison. "Where did you live, back then?" A touch of curiosity in her voice, she returned his smile. "Hey, are you almost done?" Arching an eyebrow, she resisted the urge to sigh impatiently. Wounded or not, she was haughty as ever, not quite used to allowing someone else to help her.