Marik's Treasure - Low Fantasy RP

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Captain Galathea ♔
26 • female • tags; Cael

Regan looked down the street, at the shop Cael was pointing at. "Seems like a nice little shop." she said and smiled before she headed down there. Regan entered the shop and looked around. It was a small antique shop stuffed with old and broken things. "You could certainly find some interesting things in here." she said, and walked up to a nearby shelf.

[The March Hare]

((I could have sworn I replied to that. Sorry.
Also, Berk is on the ship.

Edit -- Almost forgot to reply. I was talking about something like photobucket, or deviantart. When you've finished you could always remove them.))

Drawing her sword, Elisha pushed the blade into the lock like a crow bar and broke it open. She then knelt down, opening the chest to peer within it. Gold gleamed back at her frowning face as she realised there was nothing in it that she wanted. True, the gold would help with the repairs they needed on the Revenge, but she had hoped the missing piece was there. Shaking her head, she stood, gesturing tot he chest. "Quite a bit here, boys. Take it to the ship." At least the chest would be of some worth, too. Turning, she noticed a figure at the back, hardly doing any work - which was rare among her crew. Holding her handle tightly, she walked behind the figure and tapped his shoulder. "What's wrong, lad?"

{I am so sorry it's taken so long to reply, I kept either running out of time or just entirely spacing.}
{I suppose I could, but I'd have to make an account first anyway.}

The mermaid stiffened when he felt a hand on his shoulder, silently cursing. 'What do I do? It's unlikely I can get by masquerading as one of the crew, but I don't know what they'd do if I claimed I was an innocent citizen who had just wandered in. Of course, I'm dressed as a pirate, so they probably wouldn't believe me.' Using his real identity was out of the question, of course. Although there was a slight chance they might just take him hostage, Arlyn was fairly sure they'd just run him through without a second thought if they learned he was from a rival crew. 'Well, she hasn't noticed anything out of the ordinary yet, so maybe I'll be okay.' He thought, realizing he had already hesitated far too long. "S-s-sorry, Captain. There's nothing wrong. I've just never seen anything like this place before, and I was a bit surprised. P-please excuse my gawking." His voice trembled, his nerves working in favor of his disguise as an embarrassed crew member, and covering up his odd accent.

[Pirate Spawn]

((True, true.))

Elisha tilted her head at his reaction, watching the boy closely. She could only just recall that they had met before which led her to believe that he was either new or someone else. When he had finally replied to her, she took her own time before she nodded. "Aye, it is a strange sight to those who are not used to it. But lad, if the others catch you apologising so much, they'll n'ver stop teasing."

[The March Hare]

{The picture isn't even colored, so it's not really worth that much effort. And I'd still have to figure out how to get it onto the computer in the first place.}
{Ugh, sorry this is so short, I had a bit of writer's block.}

The mermaid quailed under her gaze, terrified that she'd see straight through his farce. As he waited for the young captain to respond, he felt the breath catch in his throat. For a second, Arlyn was certain she had figured it out, but his fears were put to rest once she responded to him. "You are absolutely right, Captain. I shall try to be... Less polite, I suppose? Thank you very much for the advice." Giving Elisha a nod of respect, he turned back towards the treasure, trying to figure out what exactly he was 'supposed' to be doing.

[Pirate Spawn]

((True, true.
It's still longer than most the things I've written.))

Elisha rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Right," she mumbled, turning away and walking off. As she did so, she paused and glanced over her shoulder. "What was your name, lad?" she called out before she had walked too far.

[The March Hare]

{Mine is short an uneventful, though, the latter being the bigger problem.}

Never before in his life had Arlyn hated his own name so much. 'Why can't I just be called something simple, like Jonathan or Sam? No one would question a name like Jonathan or Sam.' If he used his real name, as abnormal as it was, there would be a high chance he'd be recognized. If he used a false name, it was possible she'd recognize it as false. 'Well, I suppose I can just claim I'm using a false name so nobody recognizes me if she questions it.' The mermaid thought, choosing the less risky option. He quickly skimmed through all the names he knew to find a somewhat realistic one he'd be able to use before finally answering Elisha. "M-my name's Skye, Captain."

[Pirate Spawn]

((I know it's not much, but here.))

Elisha nodded silently, thinking over the name to see if she could remember it. Frowning, she turned away, still thinking. Either she was getting bad with names, or she needed to pay more attention to the crew, especially the new ones.

[The March Hare]

{Don't worry about it. Sorry for the delay man.}

Arlyn allowed himself a small sigh of relief when he realized the Captain had believed him. 'Or she isn't going to question me at least.' Scanning the rest of the room, he realized most of the crew was helping move the riches outside, to what he assumed would be the ship. Not wanting to stand out, Aryln decided to join in. He picked up the smallest box, knowing his skinny legs wouldn't be able to bear much more weight, and began towards the large doors.

[Pirate Spawn]

Elisha stepped to the side, watching the crew get to work. When the large man had passed, she pulled the Quartermaster aside and spoke with him, inquiring about new recruits. By now most of the riches had been moved to the ship, but it was at that moment that a loud scattering could be heard followed by cries from the front door. It was time to leave. Nodding to the Quartermaster, who then bellowed out orders for everyone to leave with what they had, she made her way tot he front and peered out to see how much time they had. It wasn't much, but hopefully they'd be able to leave before the guards arrived.