Jack Rogers | Captain | Pirate | Male | 32 | Tag/s: Sarah, Dee, Vivian "I only started drinking after noon," Jack muttered, as if that was the answer to the word's proplems. He had decided to open his favorite bottle of rum, which soon lead to wanting the cook to prepare the feast, and then a few more bottles.... He tried to remember when he passed out. Maybe just as the dusk of the night was ending. Would that be three in the morning? How should he know. He wasn't as bad as he was when he was younger at least. Those feast and parties would last for a few days, sometimes. "New record? Hm... If that is so, I think I need to try to break it a few days after we leave port next," Jack replied with that twinkle in his eyes that always meant he was up to something. "And if the helmsman can't hold their liquor than we need to find a new one at port," he went on. He didn't mean it, but Jack was not above teasing and sometimes "threatening" his crew whenever he was in a mood. Normally it happened right before they went into port. One kightnlove the sea, but sometimes the land needed to be walked upon. Just to remember the love of the waters once back upon them. "Wait...what!?" He glared at the three of his crew members by him, the heck were they all giggling about!? "My face...? A real pirate? What!?" Rubbing a hand on his face, and looking at some of the marker that came off upon said hand, his eyes narrowed a bit, looking over at Sarah. "Really!?" He questioned. It was annoyance, but not harsh, more of a question of why right before going into port. He groaned, as if acting defeated. "How shall I ever be treated with respect looking like a come from a playhouse?"
Ace D. Rogers | Swashbuckler/Navigator | Pirate | Male | 35 | Tag/s: Leo Looking up at the sky, watching the sails, Ace thought over the maps in his head. If it was England, and at this degree, it seems they should be heading into Portsmouth, though he would have perfected Liverpool. He thought of port in England was never a fun event. He tried to keep away from the overly populated areas when he could, and away from any marines. In the other countries, it wa easier to blend in, but in England it was a bit harder due to growing up in that country and the respect of his grandfather. Also, it always meant a chance run in with
him. He groaned a bit, trying to decide on the answer he would give to also. Still, as much as he liked the sea, he needed to get some supplies for himself and just keep from getting cabin fever. "You know me, Captain. Have to get be in. Can't let you have all the fun if something goes down," he said with a wink. "Plus I need to pick up more parchment and ink. Maybe even see if there's been any news worth hearing while be have been on the sea. Cannot be it if the loop, you know. That would be the worse thing to be."
The noise of the tavern just off the docks caught Wolfram's attention. He always enjoyed pubs and the sort, mostly because they were great places for information, but also because they were fun entertainment. As if on cue, a body came flying out of the tavern. Clearly someone too drunk, who had gotten made over someone or something. He winced at the splash of the water the body hit, only to be followed by the loud voice of a woman, demanding a challenge it seemed. "This place is crazy," he muttered to himself with a shrug and shake of the head, only to notice the confused looked of a raven haired fellow not too far from where he was. Wolfram watched him carefully. There was something about him that stood out from the others as they passed by. Not something anyone would notice, but something the blonde had be reined to notice, despite the times of his training being lost in his mind. "He's up to something," he thought and said to himself, as if he was innocent in life.
(Might edit Wolfram on next major posting.)
