forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Well, he killed someone," he responded, putting his arms under his head. "I figured you would've cared about your second mate getting gutted like a fish."

Fane and Mercedes frowned at each other, and the doctor ushered for the first mate to go and fact check. "I'll be right back," she said, then walked off after tapping the table next to Anto's head.

"Try to come back in one piece," he called after her. "I doubt the crew can take many more casualties."

She held her arm up high over her head, flipping him off as she called back, "I'll be devastated if this finger goes missing!"

Mercedes shook her head with silent laughter, then lightly prodded Anto's bruised rib for him to sit still and let her work.

He got the message, relaxing his body as much as he could. "Please try not to break anything else."

She faked an exaggerated pout, then grinned and got to work, steadily growing more and more serious and focused the more time went on.

((Skip to when she's done?))

(Ye)
"Fuck. It felt like you did more harm than good!" Anto exclaimed cheerfully, beginning to sit up. He was careful to not wrinkle the tightly wrapped bandages wrapped all around his chest.

The small blonde and freckled woman crossed her arms and arched a brow, not impressed with his complaining. Fane still hasn't come back, but there was a lot of shouting and stomping around from up on the deck coming from the overly bossy first mate.

"Hey," he said, noticing her sour look. "I've never claimed to be tough. Anyways, am I cleared to walk?"

She sighed and waved him off the table, her way of saying 'yes, but only because I know you're too stubborn to stay.' Unlike the other doctor, Lady, Mercedes was a lot more sympathetic to the patients who were anxious to get back on their feet, even if it put a slight risk to their recovery time. She had been the same way.

He got up to his feet with a groan, putting a hand on his side as he limped his way up to the top deck. "Thanks, doc!"

She offered a two-fingered salute and smile as he left, then busied herself with cleaning up her supplies and workspace.

He popped his head up to the top deck, looking around for Fane. It was a mess of dead bodies, crew and enemies alike.

Fane, now done with ordering the drunken people around to clean up the bodies, was crouched next to the body of her second mate, fingers brushing his bloody stomach and becoming stained with the dark red liquid.

Anto made his way over to the first mate, resting a light hand on her shoulder. "I am sorry I could not get there sooner. These damned legs held me back."

"You got the bastard, so that's all that matters," she said, voice like steel as she curled her bloody fingers into a fist. "He was a good man," she murmured, "It's a shame it ended like this."

"It is a shame when any life is ended," he said, then realized how insensitive the comment sounded and forgot whatever else he had planned to say.

"True enough," she said, taking a deep breath and standing up. "Go sit down, Anto. That's an order, and I expect it to be heeded." With that, she turned on her heel and helped gather the bodies and sort them between friend and foe. The deceased crewmembers would be burned on wooden rafts made from the boats of their enemies, and the dead foes would be dumped into the ocean for the sharks to feast on them.

Anto gave no argument, knowing she was not in the mood for it. He limped over to a nearby barrel and hefted himself up onto it.
"What will be done with the bodies?"

"Our fallen mates shall be made rafters from their wrongdoers' boats and burned at the place they called home—the ocean," Fane said as she looted one of the deceased enemy bodies.

"A very romantic fate," he said, looking down at a knife that was stuck into the planks in front of the barrel. "When will I be allowed to wield a weapon?"