forum Crystalline Pirates: Protectors of the Island (Closed! You can stalk though.)

Started June 19, 2018 by @ShadeStar

tune

Cicada pinched her nose and shook it, "I swear. We're leaving now. Pull the planks from the docks. Houston, you are not allowed to use the larger crystals, we leave those for the village."

"It was to me," Houston grumbled, his humorous mood gone, and begins to sort out his tools.

As the ship breaks free of its anchorage, the others leave Houston's cabin (rather ruffled) and Houston is alone - at least for a bit.
He picks up his new crystal, analyzing its size. As he does so, he starts rubbing his crystal eye, finally getting up to make the mint infusion.
As the crystal eye seems to stare right through the glass of concoction at Houston, he sighs, wondering why he just did that. Yeah, sure, he was a funny guy, even he knew that. But there was a line, there was always a line - especially with Cicada involved.
Why do I make so many mistakes? I just want to…I don't know…fufill something! He thought, picking up the crystal to begin chiseling his new eye. His original one was floating somewhere in the Indian Ocean.
He's managed to carve out the iris well enough - he'll polish it later - in about half an hour. The ship is floating now, over who knows what ocean and who knows what destination. Houston didn't pay attention to things like that. The floor above him rattled, shaking his chair.

(It's fine lol.)

Cicada watched as the island left her sight. She turned around and walked into her quarters working out different looting patterns. They couldn't sell the crystals, but needed something.

Brooke sat in her cabin, a picture of her family in one hand and a necklace in the other. She sighed and set them down. She'd see them again. Some day.

"I should apologize. No. What the heck?" Houston mumbled to himself, throwing his chisel (luckily not his eye) up into the air, where it landed with a clatter onto the wooden floor. "Or go check the cannons. Or - whatever." He took one step towards the stairs leading up to the deck and fell facefirst. Groaning and getting up, he stumbled to get his good eye. Taking it out, dripping wet from the mint water, it was still damp when he popped it back in his eye socket and was then able to make the small climb.
Praying he wouldn't see anyone, he tiptoed over to the rows of cannons on deck, prodding inside of each one with the viola bow that he had unwillingly (he thought he was going crazy these days, picking random things up for now reason) picked out from inside his third blunderbuss.
(I kinda want Cicada to come out and Houston'll apologize. Also, can it be sundown right about now?)

(Maybe? I don't know yet?)

Cicada took a long sigh as she wanted flip her table over. Instead she took a walk outside and leaned against the wall.

Houston climbed onto the very end of one of the cannons - the sixth - and inside. They were all loaded but wouldn't fire, and he could climb out anytime he wanted. It was very peaceful, sitting there. He got out his viola from inside another blunderbuss (he had three) and started playing Bach's third symphony. In this little recluse, he was unfortunately unaware that anyone else was on deck, listening.

(Really where?)

(On an Rp but I don't remember which one.)

Zoe was above on the lookout post when she saw Houston…playing the viola? "What the…" She mumbled to herself.

The viola needed to be tuned, as E3 let out a horribly horrific noise. Wincing, Houston went back to the rest of the symphony.

Cicada heard a viola. She didn't remember who played, but allowed the viola to sooth her. The bad note did not help her mood though.

The symphony soon wrapped up on a soothing note, and Houston thought for a moment on what to play next. After a second of thought, he settled on some holiday tunes, even though it was blazing hot even at twilight. However, halfway through 'Jingle Bells', a knocking on his cannon stopped him, and he looked up back on deck to see __ staring at him curiously.

Cicada watched as Houston came out. Of course he was the one hiding in the barrel. She huffed and started to walk away.