Sail the Seas (Pirate RP Needs Members!)

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Rodney's lower lip quivered as if he were about to cry, his puppy eyes suggesteing the same, but he rolled about laughing, "I don't know to be honest with ye. Guess I'd explore while I be havin' the chance," he grinned. "What're we up to then?" he asked, hoping for either a job or else something to do. he fished about in his pocket and brought out a small squared piece of slate which had a grid engraved into it. He then pulled out two peices of chalk. The little boy had created himself a noughts and crosses set, where he got the knife from to engrave the stone nobody knew.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Melody nodded in reply to Emerald's nod, which might have looked silly but seemed to make sense. "True enough," said the quartermaster with a smile. They reached the marketplace in no time, and what a market it was! Farmers everywhere, which made sense in a farming town, but also all sorts of expensive imported goods. Silks all the way from China, spices from India, the finest teas from England. There were also charm sellers, people who sold all manner of magical goods. Glancing at these, and always having been a bit of a superstitious person, Melody ended up buying a small Celtic cross on a thin silver chain. This went around her neck, tucked beneath her red hair and down the front of her shirt. She was mostly Irish herself, and a good-luck charm from her homeland couldn't do her any harm.

"Now we're jus' waitin' for Melody an' Emerald to finish with their tradin' at the market, and then we can head down to the wharf and see about a good meal. I think I've had enough of hardtack and stale water, thankee very much." Grinning, she tweaked the end of Rodney's nose and said, "Besides tha', we need to get you some shoes," she gestured at his bare feet, "And a good meal. You're too thin an' I'm sure yore mamma would say the same, wherever she is."

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"Me ma cannno' say nothin' on the matter. She's dead as me dad," said Rodney, grinning cheekily, for he did not have much of a recollection of his parents. All he could remember was that both his parents had brown eyes and fair blonde hair. If he scrunched up his own eyes really tight he could still just about see a wavery memory of their faces looking into his, but then again, he had barely seen them, he was two when they had passed away. The young boy smield at Sonja and wiggled his toes, which were grubby by peasant standards and filthy compared to most.

Ingo still sat on the bench, she hadn't said much at all to be honest. She was far too concerned with everthign else her worries were spinning out of control. If she were allowed to sit with Liam he may feel slightly comforted, btu she doubted she'd be let anywhere near the establishment.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald smiled as she saw the teas. It reminded her so much of her family. She shook away the thoughts but ended up buying three tea bags for a copper coin. She kept eyeing the silks. How she loved the feel of silk. But it was too expensive and they had other things to buy. She looked ahead again and tried to move out of the way of a man and his fruit cart. She smirked and accidentally bumped into him, despite her false efforts. "I"m so sorry!" she exclaimed. The old man just grunted and went on his way. Emerald than looked down at her hand and started to count how many coins she had pick pocketed from him.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Well then, I'll be actin' as yer mammy," said Sonja with a grin at the young boy. "An' I says that ye need a good feedin' and a shirt wi'out so many holes." She was fond of children, and protective- even more so after she had seen William kill her aunt, uncle, and young cousins. "As soon as Emerald and Melody get back, all of us arr goin' ter find a nice place to eat and a clean place to sleep. We can worry 'bout ship repairs in the mornin'."

Melody sauntered over to Emerald and leaned over the silk seller's wares, pretending to look them over as she muttered to Emerald, "How much did ye foist from the looby wi' the cart?" It was pirate's cant, a slang that most landsmen couldn't understand. It made conversing quite easy, especially when discussing something illegal.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald chuckled. "Twenty paces. Ye old man left coin sack open." she whispered back wit a smirk. Stupid old people.

[.skycat.]

((Sorry guys... I'm going to quit this RP... school work and dance take up too much of my time so I don't have much free time on the computer...))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Oh, I'm sorry to hear that ;-; Well, I wish you luck in your other endeavors ^^ Don't forget to be awesome!]

[.skycat.]

((Haha, thanks... I'll miss this RP though... Cya 'round!))

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"Alrigh', I s'pose ye've got a point," he said, sticking his finger through holes and out others of his shirt. He was never going to replace his ajcket though. The boy treasured the item far too much. he had no recollection of where ti came from, but it fitted and he prized it like it was part of his own body. "Well," said the scruffy young lad, "Where're we thinkin' of headin'?" he asked, hands on hips loomking far older than he was.