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Started September 06, 2019 by Deleted user

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Drew climbed aboard the ship and got right to his captain's orders. He jogged to the ropes, untieing and tieing and the sails unfurled and caught the wind.

Thaddeus started cranking the anchor upwards when a musket ball splintered the railing in front of him. Soldiers were beginning to form the standard British lines, which made it much easier for him to pick off a few of them with his pistol.
"Don't ye love it when they stand in a row like that for ya?" he called out to no one in particular.

Damian snorted and pulled away from the tiller, yanking the musket from his back and firing at the soldiers eagerly. They fell back quickly when they realized Damian was shooting, but that didn't keep him from picking more of them off. So predictable. "Sure makes my life easier, Right-ear. Bring the boat around for Lydia while I take care of these sitting ducks."

"Aye aye!"
Thaddeus made his way to the steering wheel and caught it as the ship began to bank hard to the right. The shots had gone off a click or so away from the docks near the center of town. Fortunately, the shoreline to the left of that was completely undefended. Perfect for Lydia, if the brat didn't make things too difficult, that is.

In the distance, Lydia saw the Whore pulling steadily along towards her. She stood at the edge of the roof and gripped the rope, just above where she had made the knot. She pulled the dagger out of its sheath and placed it in her mouth. As the ship grew closer she grabbed the kid and hoisted him over her shoulder. She then gave a shrill whistle. If her crew was close enough to hear her whistle and return it, she knew she was ready to go.

Damian fired off a few more shots and gave a shrill whistle in return, peering across the rooftops until he saw Lydia's silhouette on the edge of one. He pointed her out to Thaddeus, smiling when he saw the kid's body in her arms. Tonight was going off without a hitch and he couldn't be more happy with his crew. "Lydia's coming down, prepare yourselves!"

Drew leaned over the edge of the whore, his hair whipping around his face. He let out a small 'whoop' and pumped his arm in the air, flecks of blood flying off of his hand. He loved whenever a mission succeeded. No profession he had ever had before could match up to the people and the experience of being a pirate.

Lydia grinned and braced herself, and suddenly she was flying through the air. The wind whipped her hair back and stung her face, but she loved it. She would have yelled in delight if she didn't have a dagger in her mouth. She was approaching the ship, and fast. Just before she was over the ship she grabbed the knife and used it to cut Claude free, sending him flying towards the ship. She let go of the rope herself and landed gracefully on the deck of the ship.

She stood there for a moment then ran to a table on the other side of the ship that was covered in maps and navigational tools, while she shouted, "Someone get the kid!" over her shoulder. She had already mapped out their route beforehand, but Lydia was meticulous and had to make sure everything was going smoothly.

Damian waved Drew over to the kid, walking over to man the tiller while Lydia checked her maps. They'd have to keep the brat locked up belowdecks, but the Whore wasn't equipped with a brig which would be… problematic. Either they'd need to leave him tied up, or they'd need to give him free rein of the ship. "Lydia, what's your read on the kid? Will he try to escape?"

"I'd just like to state now that I hate all of you." Claude said, just looking done. Sure, he could try to escape, but he already tried that and it didn't work much.

Drew stood beside Claude obediently. "That's okay," He chirped. "But just know that we don't intend to hurt you much or anything like that." He was rather aware that his statement wasn't that believable considering his current appearance.

Damian looked over at Claude appraisingly for a few seconds before he turned to his first mate. "What do you think Drew? Is the kid trustworthy, or should we leave him tied up downstairs." He paused. "Feel free to add your thoughts, kid. I want to hear from everyone before any decisions get made."

"I think you should drop me off in the port at the next town. Or better yet, three towns over from here." He just looked done with everything, but he didn't give an explination on why he didn't want to go back to his home.

"Hmm, I think he'll be fine if we leave him untied. We just should have someone with him all times possible," Drew said. He took a step away from Claude. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take a bath. I'll be back." He turned and walked inside of the ship. The bath wasn't so much of a bath, as it was a place where you heat up buckets of water and dump them on yourself. He started a small fire near an open window and suspended a bucket of water.

Damian nodded, clapping Drew on the shoulder gratefully before he left. He wiped his now bloody hands on his pants, giving Claude a guarded smile. "Well, the crew trusts you at least. You'll fit right in as long as you can keep your feet on the ground."

Lydia watched the horizon and her brow furrowed. She looked down at her maps and at their carefully planned out route and sighed heavily "Captain!" she called out after a moment of silent brooding. "A word, please? I've got some . . . news."

Damian frowned and walked over to her table, looking over the maps to try and puzzle out what was wrong as the port town faded slowly into the background. There was nothing he could discern, but that meant little when a navigator as good as Lydia was on board. "What's wrong and what can I do about it?"

"No," Lydia placed one hand over the maps. "Not the maps, the maps are fine, the route was perfect." She sighed. "But look." She pointed towards the sky where grey clouds were forming. "See those clouds?" She turned her head to face her captain. "There's a storm coming. Quick. Right where we need to go." She looked down at the maps. "I can try and plan a route around it, but there's no way we'll be able to avoid it completely."

Damian took in the clouds for a few seconds, frowning. He cursed under his breath. They could either face the storm- which looked like it would be a doozy, especially with such a small crew- out on the open sea or sail close to port towns and face discovery or capture. "How confident are you about getting back to Port Royal?"

"Port Royale?! Didn't we just barely manage to escape without bullets in our brains?" Thaddeus asked.

Lydia ignored Thaddeus. “Getting back there isn’t the problem Captain. It’s not being spotted or arrested. Either way we go, it’s dangerous.”

Damian gave Lydia a 'one second' sign, cupped his hands around his mouth, and yelled "Port Royal, you one-eared bilge rat. We've been planning to stop there for months" at Thaddeus. He turned back to Lydia a few seconds later. "We'll be spotted for sure if we crawl the coast, best to try and brave the storm. It'll be rough, but I'm sure the Whore'll pull through." He patted the railing affectionately. "She always does."

“You’re the Captain, Captain.” Lydia looked over Damian’s shoulder at their prisoner. “But I would tie him up downstairs,” she said in a low voice. “We don’t want him getting tossed overboard.” She started to roll up her maps when she remembered, “Oh and he asked for some books? Said this would be boring,” she said with a grin.

"Y'think I could teach him 'ow to clean the cannons?" Thaddeus asked, keeping the Whore on a steady path into the storm. "It'd 'least give'im somethin' to do."

Damian smirked, taking both their ides into consideration. "I'm sure we can get the brat some books once we stop at port, but for now I think Thaddeus has the right idea. Take him downstairs to teach him before the storm really hits. Lydia, you man the tiller."