forum The Curse of the Sea 2 (Closed)

Started September 14, 2020 by @Moxie group

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(Here's where we're at with the rp rn. Here's the starter)

Adela walked from the docks deep into the bustling center of Port Royal. The sun set against the horizon behind her, casting everything in golden light. Her boots clicked on the cobblestones and the wind whipped her coat around her ankles. Above her, women in corsets and lowcut dresses leaned out of window sills, making eyes at the men below them, who had just started to walk into the many taverns and drinking halls that filled the streets.

Her keen brown eyes cut around, searching for danger, possible crew members, possible enemies, and good places to find a drink. She had been here once before when she younger with an old crewmate of hers. "Keep your head high Adela," she had said. "Watch out for the drunk men and the slavers." Adela walked into the low doorway of a tavern that was already filling up fast. She ordered an ale at the bar, being sure to rest her arm on the handle of her sword, so the bartender wouldn't get any funny ideas. She slipped him a few extra coins to point anyone looking to join a new crew in her direction.

She took her drink to the back of the tavern, picking a table in a corner. She propped her feet up on the table and took a sip, prepared to sit, drink, and watch.

(One of Ice's characters is already in the crew. When Adela's availble, just find a way to make your character known to her. If you have an idea for how she could notice your character, pm me. Adela just finished talking to Lio, and he left, so she's free atm (she was in the middle of a fight, but I'm gonna end that real quick))

The bartender finally noticed the commotion and ran over. "Hey! Break it up!" Adela backed up, with her hands in the air. "You!" The bartender grabbed the man's shoulder and back, pulled him off of the table and shoved him out the doors. "Get out!"
"Hey, I payed for a room here!" The man protested, trying to stand up and maintain a little bit of his dignity.
"I said: Get. Out."
Adela took her seat and took a sip of her ale, looking around as if to challenge anyone else who dared to mess with her.

Peregrine raised an eyebrow as a man was shoved out of a tavern, presumably by a bartender. The girl had so far been unsuccessful in her day-long quest to find a captain, and figured the bar was a good place to search next. Two years was long enough without a crew, anyway. And she was getting bored of being on her own. So into the tavern she went.
As she opened the doors, the first person to catch her eye was the threatening-looking woman sitting in the back. Peregrine approached the bartender, who had returned to his spot behind the bar. The swordswoman gestured at the woman, one eyebrow raised. "Is she a pirate?" The bartender nodded, and the corner of Peregrine mouth twitched. "Perfect. I'll have an ale, too."
The girl paid for her drink and carried it to the table where the woman sat, shooting a piercing glare back at the bartender as she walked away. Peregrine sat down across from Adela, one hand around her drink and the other on her sword's hilt.
"You're a pirate? Just so happens that I'm looking for a captain."

Taverns had never quite been Daus' scene, much less the fight that had broken out just moment's ago. The owner of the bar had sent him scrambling to pick up the discarded shards of glass from bottles and drinks, his lanky frame hunched over the scrappy oak of the room. He was careful not to cut his fingers, though his linen covered knees pressed uncannily close to a few pieces. Rushing to grab the shards in order to escape the scent of alcohol unfortunately resulted in a few small cuts across his palms.

These were the moments Daus wished that he could somehow return to his home as he wiped his hands against the tavern provided apron of his uniform. Even a small whiff of the hot air, or his mother's spiced scent would be enough. He didn't know how he had gotten here, picking up and serving drinks for fishermen…or even pirates that cursed him out. Having darker skin did not help his plight either.

Focus, your shift is done in a few hours, he reminded himself sternly, brushing a hand through his newly, unbraided curls. A few burly men waved angrily at Daus, yearning to catch his attention for a few ales. He nodded rapidly, disappearing behind the bar before grabbing the tall glasses filled with a strong stench. The table was difficult to reach, dodging between insults thrown between business partners, quiet conversations and the ocassional overturned glass. Daus almost missed the strange woman dressed in pristine…captain clothes? What was a woman like her doing in this tavern?

Ari sat quietly, eyes flickering over the woman who had recently hired him. Hopefully this wouldn't turn out badly. His last crew had been…less than accepting of a sodomite in their midst, and he didn't want a repeat of that. He scratched at his jaw absently, taking a sip of the ale in his hands.

Althea slipped inside the tavern, James in a sling across her front. The little boy was getting a bit big for it, but she didn't have any other way to carry him easily. She sat down at the counter, paying for an ale and taking a sip from it. She wanted to get out of this city, but was not quite sure how. Perhaps on a ship of some kind? But ships working with the law, or at least legally, wouldn't take a woman as crew. Especially not an unmarried woman with a son.

Peregrine raised an eyebrow as a man was shoved out of a tavern, presumably by a bartender. The girl had so far been unsuccessful in her day-long quest to find a captain, and figured the bar was a good place to search next. Two years was long enough without a crew, anyway. And she was getting bored of being on her own. So into the tavern she went.
As she opened the doors, the first person to catch her eye was the threatening-looking woman sitting in the back. Peregrine approached the bartender, who had returned to his spot behind the bar. The swordswoman gestured at the woman, one eyebrow raised. "Is she a pirate?" The bartender nodded, and the corner of Peregrine mouth twitched. "Perfect. I'll have an ale, too."
The girl paid for her drink and carried it to the table where the woman sat, shooting a piercing glare back at the bartender as she walked away. Peregrine sat down across from Adela, one hand around her drink and the other on her sword's hilt.
"You're a pirate? Just so happens that I'm looking for a captain."

Adela watched as the young girl walked over to her table with the cofidence of someone twice her age. She raised one eyebrow as the girl proceeded to sit down at her table and start talking to her. She watched the way she sat down, the way she held on to her weapon. The girl seemed to have some experience, but Adela wasn't easily convinced. "You? You're looking for a captain? How old are you kid?"

"Seventeen," Peregrine replied. "Although, I'm far from a kid." The girl sipped from her mug, and slammed it back down on the table. "I grew up the same way I'll die, a pirate. And I intend to do so on your crew, if you allow it." The girl's fingers drummed on the hilt of her sword as her eyes flicked back and forth from her drink to the woman's face. She seemed like a good captain for Peregrine, judging by the way she carried herself.

Adela leaned back in her chair and regarded the girl. She was firey, and it surprised her. Thoguh she should have guessed that by the way the girl approached her. It wasn't herself that she saw in the girl exactly, but there definitely was something very . . . familiar about her. It almost made her smile. "Alright. Don't want to be called kid I see. What's your name then?"

Daus furrowed his brow carefully as he passed the table seated by two young women, intending to focus on his task at hand. He lingered around the table he had been serving, cleaning up a few discarded napkins, toppled glasses and ale on the wood, yearning to hear a few phrases.

Captain, ship…pirate? He managed to make out, sparing a glance towards both of the women. Pirates, here? No one seemed to pay the two much mind, and he would rather keep it that way…though part of him wanted to jump at the words spoken in hushed tones. Was this his way out of this god-forsaken tavern?

Thea took another sip from the ale, glancing around. She asked the bartender for anyone looking for a crew, and he gestured to Adela, glancing at James with a sneer on his face. Thea thanked him for the information and tuened away, hating how men like this saw her, just because she had a child. Just because she wasn't married. She snorted faintly, and James stirred sleepily. "Mama?" He asked, reaching up at her face with grabby hands. She bent to kiss his forehead, smoothing a hand through his hair. "Hi, baby. Go back to sleep, sweetheart. Everything's going to be fine." James snuggled back down into the sling, closing his eyes and slowly drifting back off to sleep.