Sail the Seas (Pirate RP Needs Members!)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"I suppose," said the young woman, glancing around. "We'll have to replace the thatch for the roof, unless you know how to weave it back together." It might have been something she was supposed to know- growing up in a rough household meant you had to skip the stupid things, like learning how to repair a thatched roof.

[Anomaly]

"Sadly, I don't. I only know how to repair a ship." Sinbad watched her. "I'm sorry that I can't be of that much help." He looked around. Maybe he could do something. Maybe not.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Eh," said Sonja, in annoyance. She looked at the pile of straw at her feet, then sat down and leaned over it. "Maybe I can weave it back together, or something...?" She started doing just that, nimble hands flashing back and forth, the bandages that swathed her side showing, since the hem of her shirt was lifted because she was bending over her work.

[Anomaly]

Sinbad leaned down beside her, seeing her bandages. "What happened to you?" He gently examined them. It wasn't weird for him to see such wounds. But usually on a ship.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Nothing," grunted Sonja, glaring up at him as she yanked the hem of her shirt down angrily. "I wear them for fun," she informed him, face completely serious. Then she went back to her work, which she was failing only slightly at.

[Anomaly]

Sinbad watched her and started his own to help her. "No need to snap about a wound." He continued, devoting his concentration on the weaving.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Yeah?" replied Sonja, temper flaring, "Well, I think it's okay to snap about it after getting shot by by best friend's boyfriend. He killed my aunt and uncle, so I took revenge in a swordfight, but he pulled a gun on me. I think that's something to snap about." In her anger she had said too much, and she couldn't take those words back now. So she bent her head and wove the straw furiously, fuming silently.

[Anomaly]

"I'm sorry to hear that." Sinbad continued, rolling his shoulder. He remembered a similar situation not that long ago. He sighed and continued to weave it.

[intriguing]

Rodney was a giggling wreck with a grin on his lips. He tried to quickly remove the grin to reply but once Rodney was laughing it was hard to stop him. He coughed and spluttered slightly, regaining his serious face. "Pirates?" he said, "I'd rather die," he said in his haughty imitation of disgust. He pretended, using the air to hang himself, tongue lolling around as all children seem to do as a gesture to say he was dead. Then he started laughing again, having a wonderful time.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Alright," chuckled Melody, "That's enough." Her laugh was a facade, though- Rodney hadn't been at the hanging the morning before. He hadn't seen the good old navy sailor, the one who had done so much to help them. He hadn't seen Alex hang. "I think you're ready- but remember, we're street urchins, not posh nobles. Here, wait a second while I whip up a disguise." The girl darted into her cabin and rifled through her clothes, looking for- there it was! Something she had worn a long time ago, a brown skirt covered in patches. She pulled the scarf from around her waist and tied it about her head, then pulled out a cloth square and fashioned an eyepatch, which she used to cover her left eye. Then she changed into the skirt, pulled on a tatty gray shirt, and took off her shoes. Going back on deck, you wouldn't have recognized her. Red hair pulled up inside the scarf and tied back, she looked like any young street child. "A fanciful mornin' to ye, sir," she said to Rodney in a broken voice, smiling to reveal teeth that appeared chipped, although they were only partially covered by black wax. It was a favorite trick of hers.