Sail the Seas (Pirate RP Needs Members!)

[Keriae]

Tessa narrowed her eyes but didn't say any more. Instead, she place her pistol back in her sash, throwing a stray dreadlock back over her shoulder. If they were going to move, they better do it soon, because she'd rather get the work done and finish it so she could have something to eat and so she could rest.
Bored, the pirate leaned against the wall, fiddling with her fingers.

Jack had reaced the ship once more and was running around the galley, grabbing his bag and placing it over his shoulder. Throwing open a cupboard, he grabbed a tankard, and the lime, then opened a drawer and grabbed a nice before and exiting the galley, rushing below deck to the last water barrel. Pulling the cork out, he filled the tankard as much as he dared then held the bag under the stream of water, feeling it fill up. Once done, he stuffed the cork back in place and ran back up the steep stairs, alog the deck and down the ladder, the knife now tucked safely into his belt.

[yuki,]

Blake Hart
Attracted by the sound of yells, the young man followed the sound to an alley. Priorly to the shouts, he had been following the sound of a gunshot, but both seemed to originate from the same place. Blake turned into the alley and stopped, his gaze on the people infront of him. More arguments... Great... He thought, running a hand through his darkk black hair as he sighed with frustration.

(I'm still pretty clueless... x3 Is he already part of the crew or what?)

[intriguing]

((He might as well be, It would make it easier))

Betty smirked at Emerlad, "I'm not yer mammy, so don't even suggest it," she said with a smile. They were now just lingering, listening to the argument arising over the gunshot, waiting for Jack to return. Betty seemed distracted for a moment, lost in a daydream, she couldn't believe how stubborn people were sometimes.

Rodney nodded, "Aye Aye Sonja," he said, because he didn't much like to cross her. He would ahve preffered a more exciting job, but hey, he counted Sonja as a friend, and he wanted to look after the Captain.

[Keriae]

Jack's feet pounded on the cobbles harshly as he ran, almost tripping over the gaps between each little stone. The goat stomach pouch full of cold water was held tightly on his shoulder, the tankard of more water in one hand and the lime in the other. The knife was in his belt, the tip threatening to dive into the flesh of his leg with ever movement. He ignored this as he ran, more intent on getting back to Betty and Emerald.
When he got there, he skidded to a halt, his head throbbing from his headache, and kneeled down beside his crewmates, passing the tankard and bag over as he pulled out the knife and tried to cut the lime in half.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald smirked. "I'll try not to." she replied. She heard the pounding of feet on the cobblestone and she saw Jack. "About time you got back."

(Fail post. Major Writer's Block at the moment)

[Keriae]

Jack looked up from trying to cut the lime, glaring lightly at her.
"Well sorry for ha'in' ta fill a bag o' cold water 'cause we 'ave no ice." He retorted playfully then returned to cutting the lime, using the knife like a saw. There were small trickles of lime juice dripping onto his hands and the cobbes, but he was about half-way through the lime, so it shouldn't take long. The cook did, however, grimace at the thought of how sticky his hands would be.

[Remorsa]

Markus finally exits the noisy main street to follow a cobbled road up to Gannets house. The tall grass sways in the wind, Irland, a land of pure beauty. Eventually it all comes to an end, he will leave this place just like his home, always leaving, traveling, keeping his pirate identity secret, but no more. If he could only find the blasted people who own the Maiden! As his thoughts consume him, a horse without a rider comes down the cobbled path and runs past him.

( recap please. I've been busy, sorry for the in-activeness. =_= )

[Keriae]

Jack looked up from trying to cut the lime, glaring lightly at her.
"Well sorry for ha'in' ta fill a bag o' cold water 'cause we 'ave no ice." He retorted playfully then returned to cutting the lime, using the knife like a saw. There were small trickles of lime juice dripping onto his hands and the cobbes, but he was about half-way through the lime, so it shouldn't take long. The cook did, however, grimace at the thought of how sticky his hands would be.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald watched Jack return and sighed, wincing inwardly as her hip and head pained her. "It's fine. It's not needed anyway." she said, knowing they wouldn't listen to her.

[Keriae]

The cook shook his head, whiping the blade of the knife on his left sleeve then placing it into his belt, somehow holding onto both halves of the lime, having to squeeze them gently as he held them to keep them in his grip, which only caused the weakly acidic juice to dribble down his wrist.
"Ye've 'it ye 'ead. O'course ye need it." He muttered just loud enough for her to hear, moving one half of the lime to his left hand, raising his voice as he continued, "Now shut it while I 'elp Betty 'elp ye."