forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I have personal stuff I don't want Parris getting a hold of," she said to Anto, raising a brow. "Some of it might get chucked into the ocean or burned. Also: things to sell. I'm not a hoarder, y'know."

"Let me help a bit," he said, looking like he was in no condition to carry anything. He was barely stable on his feet from how much he'd worked today.

"GHJKLlghjkl," White groaned as he woke up from his face-down nap, raising his head and rubbing the firt off his nose. "What's going on?"

"Nothing to worry about, White," Fane said to the drunkard, then maneuvered the boxes she had to keep them out of Anto' grasp. "And that's a definite no. You're sitting down before you hurt yourself."

"So…..where do we go, then?" he was tired enough to not argue with her decision. Which means he was really fucking tired. "We can't just stay in front of the bar for the night."

She turned around so that her back pockets were facing Anto. "I've got gold, if you'd be so kind." She wasn't about to disassemble the system of boxes she had in her arms just so she could fish out some coins if she had someone else who could do it for her.

He reached into the pockets and pulled out a handful of coins as White snickered into his hand.
"You got about 20 coins," Anto said, counting the metal to make sure he guessed correctly. "Looks like we might be sharing rooms."

"Works for me," she said with a shrug, unfazed by White and the idea of sharing rooms. "We can gather more money later. Anyone have an idea of what Johnnie and Ming are up to?" she asked, wanting to make sure that she didn't abandon anyone that might want to join her. She had told Mercedes of her plan earlier, and the doctor was going to wait until Fane actually had a ship before joining her crew.

"I never saw 'em leave the ship," Hugh said with a shrug, helping White up to his feet. "I reckon they're in one of the lower deck, havin' a bit of private time. DO you want me to go get 'em?"

Fane hesitated, weighing her options. "If you don't mind," she finally said, "I'd rather they be with us before the ship takes off, then we have no way of contacting them easily. That is, if they're joining." She wasn't worried about Mercedes, as they had a private form of communication.

"I'll go with ye," White mumbled, stumbling after the giant as he walked down to the docks.

"You realize how bad of a situation we've been put in, correct?" Anto asked when they walked out of earshot, moving over to Fane's side.

"Correct," she replied, looking over at White as she reluctantly set her stuff down—she was getting tired of holding it. "But where would we be if life was easy, going perfectly as planned?" Fane inquired with a raised brow, folding her arms beneath her chest.

"I'd be on an island, picking out a new horse for my brother while you'd be getting your hair done in a castle," he said sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. "Which, quite frankly, sounds much worse than this. My brother was notoriously picky."

She gave him a knowing smile. "Exactly. We might be in a rough spot right now, but that'll just lead us to something even better." She then curled her nose and made a face. "And now I sound like one of those preachers. Blech."

"Well, I appreciate the enthusiasm," Anthony said, walking over and giving the former first mate -and probably future captain- a quick hug. "I still can't help but feel responsible for this whole situation."

Rosia leaned into him during the hug, closing her eyes for a brief moment before opening them and looking to Anthony. Now that they were alone, the guards behind her eyes and demeanor melted, leaving her open to him. "You might be a tad responsible, but I also had a part to play, as well as Parris. If he wasn't such a dick, we wouldn't be here."

"I'm not good with this type of pirate stuff," he grumbled, crossing his arms. "This intimidation, the casual conversations that could end in a swordfight, just all of it. How do you put up with it all?"

She smiled grimly. "I bite back harder while screaming bloody murder inside," she joked, lightly tapping two fingers against his arm as she shifted her weight to her other leg. "Nah. Honestly? I don't even know. I just roll with it, make it seem like I'm the biggest and baddest dog there."

He let out a small grunt, pulling a face. "That poor guy I hit with the glass. I wouldn't have cared about it at all if it was in any other place. Those two thickheads the redhead lady brought, however, I hold no sympathy towards."

"And you shouldn't. They're assholes." She snorted, tipping her head back to gaze at the clouds drifting by, blotting out the sky. "But I'd be worried if you didn't feel anything, at all," she added after a moment, still looking up. "Means you are still human, still care. Those that don't feel any of the consequences are the ones I fear, because they have lost all feeling within themselves. Even as someone that struggles with emotions, I know that they're important."

Anthony was unsure of what to say next, so he just fell into a silence, shift from foot to foot to try and ease the pain in his legs. It didn't help.

About 15 minutes later, High and White could be seen approaching, along with a disheveled-looking Johnny and a pleased-looking Ming. It was pretty obvious what they had been doing, especially from how happy White looked.

"Where are we planning on staying?" Ming asked, stopping at arm's length and hooking a thumb underneath his gun belt.

"Hotel. Sharing rooms, unless you two have any coin to spare?" she asked with an arched brow, switching back into 'hard pirate' mode as the others approached. She took a subtle step away from Anthony, as well, mostly out of habit, same as her behavior switch.

"I have no shame in saying I lot it all in bets," Johnnie said, crossing her arms over her chest and glancing over at Ming. "And all of his, too."

"I know an inn about a mile from here," Hugh said, tilting his head to scratch the side of his neck. "Will Anto make it that far?"

Rosia glanced over to the prince, silently analyzing him. She didn't know if he would or not, and she also knew that he would be stubborn and make his own rules on how far he'd be able to go. "I don't know, but we have to try," she finally said, looking back to Hugh. "Since we're pretty much broke, Hugh, do you mind taking some of those boxes and trying to sell the contents in them?" His intimidating appearance might get them a better bargain, and she didn't trust Ming or Johnnie with that job. White was a lost cause altogether.

"Pick out the ones you want me to sell," Hugh said, picking up her box of jewelry. "Don't wanna sell somethin' you'd like to keep."