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The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 12:02 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Sorry, sorry. :P
"Lieutenant Radley." Admiral Griffin's voice had the unique ability to travel even at the lowest decibel, and he knew it. He came off sounding imposing, commanding, but always perfectly civil. "That's enough petty gossip, thank you. You know better." His stern words were undermined by his relaxed smile; he had learned years ago that the trick to keeping a crew's loyalty was to make them want to be loyal, and while he was always a strict defender of formalities and respect for authority, he was also careful to remain relatively in touch with the rest of the men. It was why most of them preferred to be on his ship-- they hardly seemed to notice how hard he worked them, or just how strict he could actually be. (Of course, this had its limits. Lieutenant Radley, for instance, was a rather extreme example of Philip's ideals-- to get drunk and make an ass of oneself was unthinkable, especially in front of the crew. Radley was likable enough, though, and Philip didn't begrudge him the occasional vice.) "Lieutenant Radley," he said after a moment, approaching him and waving the other sailor off. "You have been keeping track of our bearings, I trust. Can you tell me where we are headed?" It was perfectly clear, by this point-- they'd been following the pirates in this direction for two days now, and there was only one port in the vicinity.* Still, he wanted to be sure his officers remained observant and kept up with their navigation and geography. It was the downside to taking a relatively relaxed approach toward them. Occasionally things were forgotten, people became lazy, and Admiral Griffin was forced to prove just how strict he could be. He had no doubt that Radley would perform well, however-- the boy had done well so far, and showed no sign of following in his brother's footsteps. ----- Marc was extremely confused by the Captain's newest orders, but had no time to question them-- the ship jerked to a near stop, creaking terribly as-- she could only assume-- the hull was scraped away by the reef. "Full sails," she called to the crew, sending a quick glance at Frost to make sure this was all right. The way she saw it, the only way they could avoid sinking was to remain on the reef; however, the Navy had been chasing them since they'd fled from the ball, and to stay on the reef was to forfeit entirely. Their best chance was to get to port as quickly as possible. OOC:*I don't know if this is true. We're gonna pretend.
Aaaand... sorry for the lameness of the post. I have no idea what to make Marc do. |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 1:06 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme When the Admiral barked his name, Radley struggled not to visibly jump -- and didn't quite succeed. He took a deep breath to steady himself and stood up straight, clasping his left wrist firmly with his right hand behind his back to keep from twiddling his thumbs.
"Sir! I apologize, sir. Just... ah... keeping up the morale, sir," the lieutenant managed to say with some semblance of steadiness. "Our heading, sir? It is approximately... ah... Two... one zero, sir. Ah, that is not what you intended, is it, sir?" Radley laughed nervously, perhaps to buy himself time. "We're headed for, ah... B-Brest... sir?" He managed to stifle a childish grin -- he'd been hanging out with the crew too much, he supposed -- but he couldn't keep his sentence from turning into a question in a brief moment of self-doubt. --- Frost inclined his head slightly in lieu of an approving nod. While simply sinking the ship would provide some measure of stealth, Frost needed his pursuers to chase him right into dock for his plans to succeed. That meant somehow keeping the thing and its intended course as visible as possible without it looking like an obvious trap. Of course, he doubted that the Navy would think so far as to suspect an injured ship of setting a trap, but Frost was not the type to discard risk just because he thought it unlikely. "We will have something to discuss in about fifteen minutes," Frost said, glancing briefly at a large pocket watch pulled from a pocket of his jacket. "You know how I am, yet sometimes we must confer." Frost was, of course, referring to the fact that he didn't often like to explain his plans, but that some plans needed explaining. "I shall be in my cabin. If there are no further problems, then I shall see you in fifteen minutes." With that, he swept off the bridge and down to his cabin. Once inside, he removed his heavy jacket and placed it on a coat rack that was nailed to the floor, and sat down to his desk. If he was going to somehow hide a ship full of pirates in a town like Brest, he had some letters of introduction to write. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 1:22 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Admiral Griffin looked at Radley appraisingly. "Was that a statement, Lieutenant? Or a question?" He cocked his head to one side, then turned to stare out at the open sea in front of them. They'd been able to see the pirates' ship earlier, but had slowed in order to avoid the reef which, Philip knew, surrounded the port-- he didn't know precisely how far out the reef stretched, and thought it best not to risk damaging the ship due to something as stupid as impatience. "You have your facts straight, at least, even if you don't know it yet. We're headed for Brest. We are definitively, absolutely headed to Brest. Is that clear, Lieutenant?"
He paused. "We should catch sight of the coast in about ten minutes," he continued. "We are slowing down because Brest is surrounded by a large reef, and it wouldn't do to run aground. We shall have to navigate it very carefully; it is not an easy task. Remember this, Lieutenant. It's a very important fact of life," he said, his blue eyes twinkling with something like mischief. He knew very well what the Lieutenant's stifled grin had been about, and he was not above the occasional veiled joke himself. "If you want to see Brest, you've got to put in a little work." With that, he turned-- still straight-faced, though his eyes gave his merriment away-- and made his way up to the helm of the ship, making his preparations for the end of the trip. ---------- Marc spent the next fifteen minutes giving orders as usual, navigating them toward the port as quickly as possible. The ship was sitting lower in the water now, but she thought they'd be able to make it with no problems. She wasn't sure just what Frost was planning; she'd never been to Brest before, but just based on first impressions, it did not appear to be the sort of port that welcomed pirates and the like. It didn't have the seedy look that such places usually had (and she'd seen enough of them to recognize that seedy look on sight.) On the contrary, it looked... clean. Well, it wasn't as though she had a lot to worry about. Frost had said to come speak to him in fifteen minutes, which was approximately now. No doubt, he'd want to discuss the particulars of her leaving. Whatever his plans were for the rest of the crew, it didn't affect her that much. All she'd have to do was find her way out of Brest-- where she would clearly stand out-- and into some place where she could sign up with a new ship and a new crew. She steeled herself-- she'd had a while, now, to steel herself for this-- and knocked on the door of his cabin. "Captain? You wanted to... discuss something?" OOC:Debating writing a profile for Philip. Mostly just so I can get his character cemented in my head. His personality's still trying to steady itself right now. I swear he's not always that crude. I'm just tired. >< |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:38 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "Yes, sir, perfectly clear, sir!" Radley said, barely keeping control of the volume of his voice. He couldn't begin to imagine how his brother was able to keep such rigid control of his expressions, and there had never been any particularly helpful hints in his letters. The hints he had gotten, Radley followed to the letter and felt like he was making progress, yet while such control came naturally to the elder Radley, Charles had to focus very hard to get anywhere. He still had a long way to go.
--- "Yes, come in," Frost said, not quite looking up from his work. He had apparently just finished with some sealing wax, and a stack of the letters he had been sealing were in neat piles on his desk. When Marc knocked on the door, Frost had been putting away the wax in a lower drawer of his desk. From that same drawer he retrieved some twine, and was binding a stack of those letters together. "I have some connections in this town from... days past," Frost began to explain. "I suspect we will have some time before our friends in stuffy suits arrive, and we cannot have a bunch of ragged pirates milling about on this sinking ship until then." Apparently, Frost didn't realize that he still wore what might be considered a "stuffy suit," despite being a pirate. "Furthermore, when the Navy arrives, I will be rather surprised if they do not search this ship. Therefore, we must be off and hidden as well as possible. "If you did not know, Brest is something of a resort town. While you and Jenny and a handful of others had a bit of a crash course in being genteel, that does nothing for the rest of the crew, and I haven't enough disguises besides, so our best bet is to become escorts for refugees of a poor town in England." Here, Frost finished securing the knot on the bundle of letters, and handed them to Marc. "We will take small groups at a time to various inns, one letter of introduction per inn. As I cannot be the soul escort, I will need you to take some, and perhaps Jenny as well." Here, Frost hesitated in his explanation, but only a moment. This hesitation, perhaps, was nothing more than him realizing just how long he had been talking, and that he still needed to say more. "You cannot be an escort dressed like that, of course. This is not a ball, however, so you may wear a suit as Marc, if you like, or you may wear a dress as Mrs. Radley." He nodded, perhaps to himself, or perhaps as an assertion that he trusted Marc's decision on this matter. Just because he was making a long explanation anyway didn't mean that he wouldn't mind wasting a few more words for something small like that. "At any rate, the men will need to clean up quickly once in the inns, as Plan A is for a few, small groups of refugees to board a Navy ship for a tour near evening -- they should not begrudge that -- when most of the officers and crew have left for port. We will then have to quickly subdue the remaining skeleton crew, and get the rest of the crew to join us, before slipping out in the cover of darkness." Here he stopped, his plan explained. Though normally not big on such explanations, he figured this was one of the sort of plans which needed clear explanation to at least one trusted other. And, at the moment, his first mate was the one member of his crew whom he trusted the most. Looking Marc straight in the eye, he raised his eyebrows briefly, wondering if she needed anything clarified. OOC: hmm... overly risky/complicated plan? Probably... |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:40 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme OOC:Question: is Aiden's ship close enough to see Frost's? Also, I thought his ship was in front of Griffin's...?
EDIT: Did not see Dan's post, but far too tired to respond to it. Besides, I don't think anything would change... Fifteen minutes passed to Jenny as if no time had gone by. However, to the others it must have certainly felt like an eternity; any situation which called for Frost to explain himself was grave indeed. She was wondering what he could be planning. Escaping the Navy was a challenge in itself, but added to that was the trouble of newly-crippled ship... and the fact that it would be almost impossible to blend in in Brest. They were pirates, for God's sake, about as far away from nobility as you could get. Jenny looked to the horizon and saw their followers, who were drawing nearer and nearer. Two ships, and judging by their size, they'd have Admirals on them. So it's a good chance Aiden's on one of them, she mused. Figures. I just can't seem to escape that man... - Brest... the favorite vacationing spot of all the rich tools and their broads. Figures, Aiden thought. I'll fit in as poorly there as the Goddamned pirates. He trained his spy-glass on the pirate vessel, and smirked as they ran aground. "Well, well... looks like they're having trouble. Not unexpected. Brest seems inviting, but it's got a nasty surprise hidden underneath its beauty. Like a rose or some shit." He called over the signalman. "We're in range to flag Griffin, correct? Then tell him the pirates have sustained hull damage from scraping against the reef. He'll definitely think this an interesting development." OOC:Aiden's double-entendre is so him, haha. He thinks some women are beautiful, but thinks on the inside they're all manipulative/evil bitches... |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 1:01 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Marc's first impulse was to say no, never, I will never again put myself through the discomfort and humiliation of wearing a dress. She was beginning to understand that perhaps Frost did not mean to kick her off the ship; he was, in fact, planning on trusting a good portion of the crew to her command. And this knowledge was enough to put some of her usual confidence back in her posture, some of the fire back in her eyes. And if he thought she was going anywhere near one of those deceptively beautiful torture devices again, well, he was so wrong it wasn't even funny.
Except he wasn't. And he probably knew it. Scratch the "probably." Marc didn't know the first thing about being a gentleman. She'd seen Frost act the part at the ball, of course, and she'd had a brief conversation with that nosy Admiral, but neither of them had really been acting in a typical social situation. Frost-- as much as she respected him-- had the social skills of a toadstool, based on what she knew of him, so she had no way of knowing whether all that acting had ended up looking right or just Frost's version of right. And the Admiral... well, he'd been after something (probably her, dead; he was an Admiral, after all), and the fact remained that, while she could be a man, she still hadn't a clue how to be a gentleman. Did she have to acknowledge every lady she passed? Would people expect her to speak a certain way? Was there a secret handshake she ought to learn? She vaguely remembered watching her mother, years ago, while they'd still been one big happy crew-family aboard the Desert Rose. She'd been a lady; some might have argued that statement, but Marc would defend it 'til the day she died. Her mother had been a lady, but she hadn't been an airy, affected thing with a head full of lace and fluff. "I'll wear a dress," she said quietly, "as long as I can pick a less bulky dress, forget the corset, leave off some of the petticoats, and wear a sword under my skirt." She had a feeling Frost wouldn't care one way or the other. Having a lady with them might potentially help their story-- she could be the bleeding heart who only wanted to help the poor refugees. And after seeing the way some of the men had looked at her at the ball, she was fairly sure she was pretty enough that the men here wouldn't question her story or give her a hard time. This was a respectable town, after all. "And the rum, Captain?" ----- "Hull damage?" Admiral Griffin nodded. He hadn't expected pirates to know much about a place like Brest, after all. This was really no surprise. "Tell Admiral Aiden we're going to dock. Don't try to catch them in the water; he'll only hit the reef himself." It was clear that Griffin thought little of Aiden's navigational skills, but he tempered this statement by adding, "It's a difficult reef to navigate under the best of circumstances. No sense rushing in." |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 2:40 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Mwahahaha! Ya know, when we restarted this, I never imagined that the dress would come out of the trunk again. I'm glad that I was disappointed :)
Frost was actually surprised that she chose the dress, fully expecting her to stick with the more familiar slacks and jacket. Still, he had given her the choice and there were certainly merits to either selection. The captain's face betrayed nothing, of course, beyond perhaps a slight twitch upwards from his eyebrows. Whether or not Marc noticed was her affair; it was not necessarily with the intention of hiding his thoughts from absolutely everyone that Frost's face was always so icily stiff. Certainly, it was even advantageous at times for his first mate to understand his intentions non-verbally, considering the general brevity of most of his communications. As it was, Frost suspected that she could read his almost non-existent expressions almost like a book, by now -- it certainly seemed like it at times. In almost any other situation, it might have been rather unnerving, actually. "If you can get in the dress without the corset, you are welcome," Frost said, with a hint in his voice that he doubted very much that such a feat were possible. Of course, his sisters had never tried -- they'd always just worn the contraption as expected -- but, to him, dresses looked as though they would be awfully... awkward to wear, without some sort of support. But, he remembered the... difficulties she'd had last time -- though they had been rather timely -- and was not one to deny her the chance to try. The other requests he did not specifically acknowledge, but assumed that a lack of denial would be sufficient to mark his approval. "The rum will be a gift to the victim ship. With luck, some of our men will clean up well enough to take it on board and not look like the pirates they are." With that said, he briefly checked his pocket watch and looked back to Marc to see if she had any further questions. --- Charles chewed on his lip after relaying the Admiral's words to someone who would send the message to the other ship. It was unlike his brother to miss a reef -- even if it was difficult to navigate. Surely he was planning something, but what could possibly be gained by damaging your own ship? OOC: Note to self: The letters are signed as Redford, which we shall now pretend is his mom's maiden name. I'm sure he somehow got a signet ring or something from his mom as a kid, or through his brother. He needs to mention this sometime next post, probably...
Also... I guess Charles'd be the one enacting Griffin's orders...?! |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 11:05 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Yeah, me neither. I guess she wants to prove that she can wear a dress and still be badass.
...or I'm just feeling cruel. Haha, oops. Yeah, Charles would probably be the guy he was talking to. +1 to me for vagueness. Marc did, in fact, notice the Captain's surprise. She could read him better than an open book, especially given the fact that she hadn't read a book in years. The reading she did these days was more or less limited to treasure maps and Frost's face, and she'd become adept at getting information from both. At the moment, the information she was gathering was telling her that Frost, while surprised, was not going to argue the details with her. She wasn't entirely sure whether she could fit into one of those horrible pinching gowns without a corset-- especially the rather low-cut ball gowns, which she would probably be afraid to try-- but she thought she'd seen simpler dresses in the trunk when she'd rooted through it. She'd tossed them aside last time, passing them over in favor of the frillier contraptions that resembled exotic birds and rare tropical fruits, but this time she thought perhaps she would give one of the more plain (though no less luxurious) dresses a go. She thought they might be more comfortable, and possibly more practical in the event that their cover was blown and they had to resort to fighting their way through this respectable port town and onto a ship past dozens of Navy officers and whatever law enforcement the town had to offer. (Ah, if only...) Marc realized that her mind had begun to wander, and she pulled herself back to the situation at hand. She could worry about fighting if it came down to that. There was no time to think about that now. She knew from the last experience with women's clothing that it took longer than it seemed it ought to, and they were fast approaching port. (She took a short moment to mourn the fact that this entire ship-- the trunk of beautiful bright ball gowns included-- would soon be underwater. She would much rather have burned the wretched things herself.) "Good. I'll make sure that's taken care of, then." She paused for a moment, wondering how best to word this, then decided that the straightforward method was probably the best. "We're nearing port, Captain. I should probably get dressed as soon as possible." She didn't want to seem as though she was attempting to kick him out of his own cabin, but really, where else was there to change in privacy? Her confidence had fast returned when she'd realized that he did not mean to kick her off the ship; this was evidenced by the fact that she wasn't stammering, blushing, or floundering about awkwardly. Some of this may also have been due to the fact that wearing a dress was her own decision this time, and she'd had some tiem to become used to the idea that the Captain knew she was a girl. (The first time, she'd been attempting to deal with the general awkwardness of it all, as well as being unsure of just how Frost would react if he ever decided to react, as well as attempting to decide which side of the gown was the front. No, it was a good deal easier this time, although she did wish she knew how to act as a gentleman. That would have been easier still.) "Also, is it still Redford?" she asked. The last time they'd played this, she'd been flying off the seat of her pants-- or skirt, as it were-- and she wanted very much to make sure she had a few things right before she happened to find herself in a situation where she had to know for sure. Unlike Frost, she was more than willing to voice her questions and concerns. "And do I have a first name? I told that Admiral it was Jennifer. I couldn't think of anything else, and Jenny was standing right there, so it was the first thing that came to mind." A sudden thought struck her. "Captain, are we going to have any kind of... trunk? Or bags? Or is there some other way to get my clothes onto the new ship?" She didn't like the idea of being stuck in this dress for any length of time. One day in an inn was one thing; a month at sea was entirely different. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 7:24 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Frost nodded, rising smoothly to his feet and lifting his heavy jacket from where it lay.
"Yes, Redford is the name," he said after he shrugged into his jacket. He only hesitated for a moment before answering the next. "Jennifer will do just fine." In response to Marc's next question, Frost carried a trunk, not quite larger than the one that held all the dresses, from the foot of his bed and set it down next to his desk. It was really much lighter than it looked, mainly because it was only half-packed, which was evident when he threw back the lid. "We will have to travel light, of course," Frost explained, gesturing to the open trunk. A few outfits for himself filled the bottom half. "Pack what you will in here. I'll have this and one or two other things brought to the Queen's Blessing, to be brought aboard our new ship with the last of the crew." With that, he moved towards the door, placing his hand on the handle before looking back, giving her one last chance for questions. OOC: Blah, wasn't sure what exactly to write. We should probably get to port soon so Aiden can have a chance to do more stuff.... |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 7:03 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Oops.
Marc waited until the Captain had left, then turned to the other trunk, the one whose lid had been closed over the bits of satin and lace that still peeked out in bright little tufts. That had probably been her fault, as she'd been the last one to rummage through that trunk, but somehow, she couldn't bring herself to feel bad. This time when she pulled the lid open, she was struck less by awe for the beauty of the gowns, and more by her intense dislike of them. She'd left all the ball gowns on top, and she pulled them out now to throw them on the floor. Just as she remembered, there were other dresses laying folded in the bottom of the trunk. These were made of coarser materials, with less shimmery satins and ribbons. She glanced through the pile, sifting through the different pieces. These appeared to be separate parts, and she was glad to see that a few of the bodices laced up the front, which would make things a good deal easier for her. She chose a simple green skirt and an odd longsleeved jacket that came attached to a strange half-skirt in the back. She supposed it was a bustle or something poncy like that. The whole ensemble looked a bit like a traveling gown, actually, even if it did make her look like the bloody Ponce Queen of Ponceland, all respectable and high-standing. But it fit without a corset, despite a few moments of concern, and after a quick glance in the mirror, she pulled a shawl out of the trunk and knotted it over her shoulders. The last thing-- which she put on jokingly, but kept because it didn't look quite as ridiculous as she'd expected-- was a wide-brimmed, ribboned hat. There. Ponce Queen of Ponceland, but it looked passable, even though she'd skipped all but one simple petticoat, and she'd only worn that in order to give her a place to stash her sword without snagging her skirt. Her boots were more scuffed and masculine than they should have been, but the skirt mostly covered them, and besides, there was nothing she could do about them. She quickly folded her shirt and pants and put them in the half-empty trunk. She was about to close the lid when a flash of blue satin caught her eye. She considered leaving the frilly ball gown to its watery grave, but quickly reconsidered. She preferred to burn the damned thing herself. She quickly stuffed it into the trunk, not bothering to fold it and avoid wrinkles. Marc bent over to smooth out her skirt one last time, delighting in the fact that she could, in fact, bend at the waist, then opened the door of the cabin and stepped out onto the ship's deck. She hadn't realized how long she'd spent in there; they were close enough to port that she was sure they'd be stopping in a few moments, and thank goodness she'd managed to get herself into this dress as quickly as she had. She made her way toward the Captain, getting close enough that nobody else would be able to hear her-- they'd probably think she was just trying to get a quiet moment alone with her husband. Which was still weird, but not as mortifying as it had been the last time she'd had to act this part. Perhaps the lack of shock played a part. She was about to ask him whether her outfit was passable, then paused. There were more important things to worry about than her clothing, and if it was that blatantly awful, she figured he'd tell her without her prompting. "Is there anything else I should know before we leave, Captain?" OOC:I, once again, have very little idea of what I ought to do. I guess they're at port now? Ish? |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 2:57 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Well, we need to get to port so... I'm going with "yes." Magically
Captain Frost glanced at his first mate with an appraising eye, and didn't quite nod his approval. It would do. While the pirating opportunities that came from having a woman on his crew began to swim through his head, he quickly suppressed them, stowing them away for later analysis. While it certainly would provide interesting new possibilities for tricking wealthy merchant ships into practically asking them to board and steal their money, what Frost needed to focus on now was getting a new ship. Besides, while he didn't expect Marc to balk at any such plans if he issued the order, he could easily imagine many negative side effects. While the crew had dealt with his "wife" being on board so far, he wasn't sure how long they would keep their cool -- especially now that the ship had taken damage on a reef. Would they blame that on her? Perhaps they could be manipulated so that Jenny could take the fall. After all, ship or no ship she was still a rival, enemy and prisoner, and thus expendable. True, it was more interesting keeping her around as a target for ridicule and source of amusement. Marc, however, had proven time and again to be a valuable resource as a first mate. Brushing these musings firmly aside, Radley shook his head in response to Marc's question. "Keep an eye out for the Navy, and keep your head down. If we are recognized by any who attended the ball, there will be trouble." He left the implied "You know how I feel about trouble" unsaid. She knew, of course, and that was enough. With that, he raised his voice ever-so-slightly, and took command of the attention of all the crew. He explained the plan briefly, and generally left the details to "Mrs. Frost" for explanation. From a large pocket sewn on the inside of his jacket he retrieved a bundle of letters and handed them to Jenny with a stern look. "Mess this up, and I'll feed you to Admiral Aiden myself," he said stiffly. Though his tone hardly differed from its usual -- not that it ever did -- his eyes were a dark, smoldering flame. The threat was very real. "I understand you two have an... interesting relationship. It will not benefit you to hinder my plans. It may benefit you to follow them." While he wasn't happy about trusting Jenny, she hadn't really ruined the Ball plan, so he didn't expect her to ruin this one. That aside, he needed her experience in this stuffy sort of town, though he would never admit it. Even splitting the crew between Marc and himself, it would be a long, tiring job. More hands meant faster work, even if they were a rival's, and he needed the crew off the ship as fast as possible. OOC: Bleah.... |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 2:38 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme For once, the stupid grin was wiped off of Jenny's face. She was fully aware of how close she was to falling out of favor with Frost... and her subsequent death, somehow or another. "Yes, I understand," she said simply as she took the papers. "But if I can just say something, Frost, it's that I've got a bad feeling about this. It's not your plan, it's..." She paused. "This feeling that most definitely, the people following us are Aiden and... Griffin, was it? They're both after me and Mrs. Radley... and neither are the type to give up easily." Her tone was untinged by fear, normal. But it was obvious she was deadly-serious because she would never warn Frost of impending danger otherwise, let alone without any name-calling. "If that's the case, then what the hell are we supposed to do?"
OOC:I feel pretty bleh about my posts too, but hey, at least we're posting again xD |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 9:32 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Marc felt a sudden twinge of apprehension, which was quickly replaced by an overwhelming regret at having chosen to play Mrs. Radley again. Sure, she still thought it was the more believable of the two options-- but she hadn't even considered the possibility that the ships following them were being led by the same Admiral who'd managed to disarm and nearly best her. Marc was not by nature a modest person, and she was under no delusions as far as her own fencing abilities. They were good. Incredible, even. She knew even the Captain held her in fairly high regard when it came to swordfighting, and that in itself was a feat. So for this Admiral to just show up and... and...
Under normal circumstances, Marc loved a challenge. She regarded this whole dressing-up thing as a bit of a challenge, actually, and she felt she was getting better at beating it every moment. (She even had the poncy hat, for god's sake.) The Admiral was just another challenge, really. The problem was that she didn't know whether-- or, rather, at what point-- it was all right to break cover and fight him. She might be forced to, if he attacked her first. Of course, a preemptive strike would be ideal, if she could manage it without blowing the whole plan to hell, because if he managed to attack first, she was fairly sure he might be able to disarm her again, and then where would she be? But that was all assuming Griffin was even on that ship. Marc turned back to Frost and Jenny-- she'd been explaining the finer details of their plan to a few of the more intelligent members of the crew. "Don't say that," she snapped, momentarily forgetting to be a lady. "You don't know that. We just have to keep our heads down, like the Captain said. Stop scaring everyone." She stopped, and hoped it wasn't too obvious that by "everyone," she meant "me." OOC:Me too. Whatever... yay pirates? |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:37 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Jenny took a deep breath. "I apologize. You're right... it isn't wise to worry everyone over a feeling." She hoped for poor Marc's sake that Griffin wasn't on one of the ships following them. She then quieted her thoughts on the matter and listened to Marc- Mrs. Redford, rather- explain the details of this plan to the crew. By their blank expressions they didn't seem to be getting it; they'd likely have problems later even if the two Admirals did not show up. Jenny resigned herself to fate once again, and the familiar grin began to tug at the edge of her mouth.
OOC:Can we land already? ;__; |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 11:17 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Radley nodded significantly, but didn't say anything to the two. Instead, he looked sternly at each and every member of his crew, silently reinforcing the instructions to stay low and keep quiet. He didn't trust them, not exactly, but the captain had confidence in his crew. They had pulled off the Ball with what could reasonably be called success, after all. Of course, this would be a different level from dressing up in pretty clothes and staying quiet and out of the way for an hour or so before leaving. They were dressed in their own clothes, and had to stay out of the way for perhaps a day or two -- or more, depending on how slow the Navy folks were taking it -- before sneaking onto an enemy's ship and taking it over. Yes, it was a whole new level, but there was no other choice. It was do or die, in a very real way.
"First group with me," Frost said, not quite raising his voice but raising his hand as he moved towards the gangway. He did not have to look back to know that they were following him. As they pulled up to the dock, he helped toss over the mooring ropes, and lower the gangplank. Radley was the first ashore, showing the harbormaster some papers and explaining the situation. When they were cleared, he motioned for his group to follow, and led them all into town. "Remember, any screw ups get left behind," he reminded them under his breath. "That means 'no treasure' if you didn't get it." All that was left was to have confidence in his first mate and... her assistant, then to try not to hold his breath until the Navy pulled up. OOC: Well, we're on land now.... |
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