Jack Rogers | Captain | Pirate | Male | 32 | Tag/s: OPEN The captain laid in his bed, the bottle of spirits from the night before still in one hand, as he laid sprawled out in the large bed, that little room was left for anyone or anything else. All the sheets he might have used were also tangled upon the floor. It was the sudden movement that caused the compass he kept on the shelf above his bed to fall upon his head and cause him to wake. As Jack awake, he raised his hand with the bottle, cursing as he hit himself in the head with it. "The heck..." He muttered, before tossing the bottle to the side, no caring right now, and making his way outside his private room. The sun blinded him did a minute, but once his eyes adjusted, he glanced over, watching the helmsman, wondering what had cause the small disturbance. Looking at the compass that he now held in his hand, he checked it, only to confirm they were still on the correct heading. "Well, at least something is still correct, but if the ship was hurt..." He looked at his ship, the Black Squall. All sails were open, and the wind was on their side. What the ship lacked in firepower, it more than made up for in speed, having outran many ships in her days before he had modified her with his brother before he left. Now it was know. As the fastest ship on the seas. After all, a fast ship was far better than a sunk one. Their heading was to the nearest port. Jack had decided, as they were less than a day away, tomhat they needed to have a celebration last nights, so the amount of supplies needed would be great once they reached port. Nothing to worry about. They had just gotten a good amount of bounty from the last ship they had plundered, and Jack never did worry about money anyway. He was wondered where his first mate was, figuring she would know their current position and how long until port was reached. Also with if he did anything idiotic last night...
Ace D. Rogers | Swashbuckler/Navigator | Pirate | Male | 35 | Tag/s: OPEN Ace stretched as he felt the warm sun upon his face. He enjoyed the breeze of the sea, but when the sun was mixed with it, everything just seemed to fall into place. As normal, his thoughts wondered to his brother as he looked out into the ocean, the sun reflecting back off the blue ocean like it was a mirror, so bright and shinny. Someplace out there, his brother was captain of his own uniqu crew, sailing these seas just as he did under his own captain. The water was calm, but the wind was just right for sailing . His smirked as he looked at the red sails of the Frozen Ruby, a vessel that did her name great justice. As much as he loved the sea, though, he could not wait to be able to take a nap on the warm sands of a beach, with the slight shade of a tea upon him. "This is the life," he said, resting an elbow on the tail of the bow of the ship, and his chin upon that hand. "Nothing will ever be better than the freedom of the ocean..."
The blonde had decided to go to the thief's guild the night before, and stock up on supplies. Work had been a bit slow, and he had to turn down on well paying job when the target was a royal member of the German kingdom. He was not sure why, but any job that involved Germany and their royals or nobles caused a sickness in his stomach, and he would turn down the job. He was not like he had a reason to be loyal to them. He was just born there, right? He shook his head of the thoughts as he walked along the roads of the local town he was in, in France. Wolfram tended to have an overly strong accent when he was forced to speak French, and had a limited vocabulary, but the food here was great and he wine even better. Also, here was a Mark he was after. There was a story of a rare jewel being held at one of the local cathedrals, and Wolfram planned to make that gem his own. He just needed to figure out which cathedral had it, and steady the guards, along with the layout. His hopes was to learn more from the locals and a bit of normal small talk.