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Ceto Sylvini

 

Ceto tipped her head into his hand, grinning deviously. He was such a better toy than Castiel. At least he wasn't constantly complaining about a pain in his back. He had twisted it a few days ago, but she just thought that he was old.

After a while, Ceto curled up next to Aero, relishing in his warmth. It wasn't as if she liked him or anything. She just got lonely on this ship. No one really seemed to like her anyway. But Aero seemed to stand her.

 

[Dinner.]

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Allen sighed, listening to the man. He kind of wished he had that sort of drive. What did Allen want to do with his life? What was his purpose? He didn't know. He was here on revenge and he was already rethinking it. Maybe he should just leave. Leave Aero alone and go back to his family.

 

When the man left and it was just Allen and Mary left, he looked over at her. "I have to admit, I'm jealous of him. Knowing exactly what he wants. I feel like I'm always shooting in the dark..." He told her, moving hair out of his face. "I guess... If I had to put my life in a perspective like that I'd... only wish that I could garner things and experience to bring back to my mother and make her life better. She deserves at least that for what she's done for me." He told her and turned back to face the sea. Talking like this wasn't like him...

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Roberts smiled, not knowingly or suggestively as he did so oftenly, it was good natured. Theresa was a smart woman and he knew without her Ceto would have failed by now. She knew what she was doing but she wasn't warm enough to the crew to lead perfectly. "I'd love to play you some time." He tapped his chin and asked, "Have you ever heard of Chinese Checkers? It's less about conquering your enemy, rather, diverting them so that you can take their territory before they can your's." He liked the game, it was an interesting change of pace. "I bet you'd best me in either, though. You're young. Got a sharp mind. You're in your prime." And he was an old has-been. It wasn't that he thought he couldn't do it anymore. He'd just realized none of it mattered. That happiness wasn't in riches. He wasn't sure where it was.

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Aero stared up at the ceiling of the cabin his hands resting beneath his head. He stayed there for a while after the deed and let Ceto lie against him before he sat up and reached for his clothes. "I should probably get back to the barracks then. It was fun, but I guess the night is over for now." He said. He hated sleeping in the barracks with the other crew members, most were quite noisy when they slept and that was if they slept. Numerous times he's had to break up early morning brawls. He didn't often sleep unless he slept during the day which was made difficult by the work he had to do, and with Allen on board he now has to act as a mentor. "Since you made it quite clear that this was your room when I first came on board." Aero didn't look at Ceto and instead hid his face which held a slight smirk. Even though he didn't often rely on his street skills he still knew how to twist his words to get his way. He had to learn or he would have starved in a dungeon somewhere in Italy before the Assassin master ever found him. This time instead of twisting his words to get away with stealing he was simply trying to convince Ceto that she might benefit from him staying there for the night.

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Mary

 

"I think that she knows. I dunno about you, but it means a lot to have someone there for you constantly. Just saying thank you and working to help her should mean more than words." Mary said, her mood also suddenly changing when the mention of a parent. It wasn't fair. Everyone had some to rely on and she knew that she would always be on her own. It didn't matter if you had a friend or anything, they all left you.

 

Theresa

 

"Ugh, if I keep getting injured like this, then my prime will be spent in a hospital bed and my golden years won't even exist," Theresa joked, "but I don't know if I want to grow old either. If you're any indication, I'd be drunk half the time and… passed out the rest." she had been going to say angry or depressed but that didn't sound right.

 

[Auditioning for stuff, but didn't want to leave you hanging.]

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[Oh Aero, you little fox-

WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!

Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!]

 

Ceto Sylvini

 

Ceto grumbled under her breath when Aero sat up. The one source of warmth was pulled away from her so violently! Hissing like a serpent, she glowered at the back of Aero's head. She was pretty sure she had ripped a clump or two from his scalp. She was quite the... passionate lover. She knew how to make men scream. Aero was talking about leaving and she pouted like a small child. Leave? "Who says I'm done with you?" she growled in a guttural voice. It was obvious that she was not happy about him moving so abruptly. "I was planning on keeping you here all night, but if you rather spend it with the sweaty pigs down there, I won't stop you." she grumbled, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. She began to pull on her shirt, every movement slow. She knew what he was doing. But the fox could not outsmart the serpent. Aero was not meant to use his words every moment of the day- sure he was experienced, but Ceto did everything backwards. She praised by insulting, loved by causing pain and frustration. Which was obviously what she was doing as captain.

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Aero smiled and pulled his shirt over his head and down over his body before standing. He stepped towards the door, trying to get Ceto to feel as if she had lost the fight, he was taking the role of the eagle now, intelligently attacking the snake. He opened the door and stepped out and looked back at Ceto lying bare under the covers. "Try not to get too cold when I'm gone." A sly smile crept across his face as he winked and shut the door. He walked away and cracked his neck and knuckles, he felt it was too easy to leave her there disappointed. He would get hell when he got back, but he shrugged it off. He was thirsty and wanted something to drink before the night went on. He went to their storage and filled two flagons with ale from a freshly tapped barrel. He made sure he took long enough for Ceto to feel he was really gone before he returned opening the door and stepping into the room.

 

((Oh yeah I forgot *slaps* No! Never quote that song again! xd.png))

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[i love that song!]

 

Ceto Sylvini

 

So he left after all. Ceto pouted angrily when he closed the door, and sunk deeper into the furs. The black bear pelt was especially the warmest when it came to winter weather. She had paid a lot of money so she could get one. The other was a gray wolf pelt, and the last one was a mountain lion pelt. She was very warm in the winter. But... sometimes, when Castiel came and slept with her between the sheets, it made her feel... weird. Like something was telling her... warning her. Maybe Castiel was sick and he had given her something? She didn't know. But... Aero. He was young and robust, he knew how to hold himself, and was sweet and kind in his love making. Maybe she should deny Castiel anymore. Maybe she should shove him away. Aero... he was kinder, much kinder. Suddenly, someone walked through the door. Aero, with two flagons. She perked, sitting up. Was that alcohol? "Make up your mind! " she screamed at him, a scowl on her face. And now came the poisonous bite. "Are you so ****ing indecisive that you have to be coming in every ****ing five seconds?! Do that again and I'll string you up naked from the ****ing mast!" she crossed her arms. "Is that ale?"

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Roberts laughed a bit. "Golden years?" He asked. "How old do you think I am? Golden years!" He wasn't that old. He had some silver in his hair but it wasn't that much. "I like to think I'm just... More experienced. Got a few more years under my belt and that's all. Been around a little longer. Seen a bit more. Golden years makes it sound like I'm old." He was joking, of course. He was well aware if his age.

 

((So sorry. Movie.))

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Aero passed Ceto one of the flagons and chuckled. "I was thirsty, your antics gave me a dry mouth so before we did anything more I wanted a drink." Aero said sitting down on the bed. "Would you rather I didn't come back?" He asked with a slight smirk. "Because I can find someone else to drink with if you want." He felt victorious and was just toying with her now to tease her. He shivered a little as he drank and thought of the ways she was going to punish him. But if she was going to make him her toy then it was only fair that he made her his. Quid pro quo, as they called it back in Italy.

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Ceto Sylvini

 

She took the mug and drank deeply from it. The warm taste flowed down her throat and she purred like a cat. Ah, she loved a good mug of drink and a handsome man in bed. It was the perfect combination. She sat beside him and reached half of the mug before she reached up and played with his golden hair. "You may stay. You have pleased me tonight." she told him, tugging on his hair a little roughly. It was the way she played. "Castiel... the quartermaster. He doesn't please me like you do. You're young. Fresh. Exciteable and energetic. He's old and rusted at the hinges. I love having a good man in bed. So..." she brought her fingers down his spine. He was thin, not exactly broad shouldered. He was made for running. Unlike other men in the Creed- she had touched Garrett once and he was full of muscle. Ceto wasn't into those kinds of men. Sure, she wanted some meat to hang on to... but that was a bit too much.

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Theresa

 

"I wasn't referring to you, but at the rate people are dying at in this line of work, I wouldn't be surprised if it was," Theresa took a sip of her drink. "So how old are you then? You say you're not that old, but you're definitely way older than every other sailor on this ship. So, how old are you then?" she wondered what sort of ship battles he'd seen, and if he had any tips. Maybe she could find a new way to fight. Nah, it was working for her because no one expected it. It had been an old technique from her Mentor, bless the crazy old bat, to use more flowing motions to guide the sword, but her movements were always too slow. Theresa's were faster, and cut deeper. Even if they were harder to block, if someone did then her flow would be cut off and she'd have to get up her momentum again. So she had to predict and force her opponent into doing what she wanted. Most times though, she went in for the kill so quick they never stood a chance. Hardly sporting, but it was one of the perks of being a pirate. You never had to be fair.

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Poppy had watched Garrett and Cullen return. The Irishman's face was painted and he looked like a fool, she thought. Drinking from a flask she'd stolen, she was tipsy. The ran out and pouted. Where would she get more of this? She had no clue and when all seemed hopeless, she remembered she had some pull with the quartermaster. Good ol' watssisface! She's had remembered his name if she hadn't been drinking. She wasn't a very high functioning drunk. Good thing she was only buzzed. She stood up and thought for a moment where storage was. The quartermaster had to be in the storage! That was only logical. She stumbled her way there and knocked. "Caaaasty!" She called, remembering his name. "Oh Caaaasty!" If there was ever a time she looked like an 'escort' it was right then. Drunk off her rump, shirt half unbuttoned, vaguely disheveled. She hadn't even slept with anyone. She just got bored and stole booze.

 

Roberts flashed a smile. "How old am I?" He asked, rhetorically. "I'm old enough to tell you that that quartermaster of your's is a boy." He crossed his legs and set one elbow on the table, his chin in that palm. "I was born forty-six years ago, Theresa. I know twice as much about life as anyone here. But you haven't seen me slow down, have you? I stick cut a mean cleave in a fight." He tapped his unoccupied fingers on the table and asked, "And what about you, Terry? You look young but you're the most sensible one about. You're the only one I've seen drink anything but alcohol and water." He motioned to her tea. "Even the rest of the officers. Especially the Gaelic duo. I've seen them pack it away. I tell ya what. Blacking out, missing time, it's the worst thing you can do. It's also very uncouth."

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Castiel DuBois

 

Ah, they had to restock. Castiel noted this as he walked into the storage room. The barrels were almost going dry, which was bad. If there was no ale, there would be almost no hydration for the crew. And Ceto would fall sick... again. She got very ill when she had no alcohol, it was almost as if she were dying. She would become pale and weak and vomit and have a horrible fever. He knew that he didn't have to go and count the storage, but... he was bored. That Italian boatswain was rutting with the captain and he had almost no one to boss around. He seemed a bit... irritated however. If the man replaced him... then he would be in trouble. Ceto's trust would fall and he would not be able to accomplish his goal. That was why he paced. He had to find a way to get rid of the boatswain. Maybe poison him. Throw him overboard. He could not afford to be replaced. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. He opened it to see that there was a drunken Poppy standing there, flask in hand. "Isn't it a bit too early to drink?"

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Theresa

 

She made a 'you've have that completely right, I'd never expect a man that old to act like that' face at Robert's comment. "What makes you think I don't sneak in a little whiskey into my tea?" she didn't sneak any whiskey into her tea. She'd never ruin it like that. "I swear, you need a little bit of alcohol to deal with these idiots." she finished her cup and put it down. "I don't suppose you'd want any tea? It's quite calming." she was deliberately avoiding saying her age.

 

[Morning.]

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((What would that face look like, rain?

What time of day is it?))

 

Poppy grinned a toothy grin at Castiel. "Aren't you a little old to... To... Shut up." She took a swig from 'her' flask and then just dropped it as soon as it was empty. "You're ah. You're the guy... The guy who has all the booze. The, uh, the cook won't let me in here. And I need. Damn... I need... Ah. I need some more..." She saw the flask she just dropped and remembered. "Booze! I need some more booze." They had rum. She knew it. Ceto wouldn't let the rum get too low. Not after her withdrawal. That was the only thing she could be sure of. That and her own blade. Nothing else was trustworthy. Not even Castiel. As much as she wanted to believe her 'alliances' were solid. That Castiel could be trusted. She couldn't. Because they weren't. Her alliances barely held themselves together and she had to sleep around to maintain them, to get favors. To have people who maybe might like her. Want to drink with her. Castiel was just the most polite. That was all. She knew it.

 

"Hah!" Roberts let out. "Amen." The crew was pretty rowdy. She offered him tea and he waved his hand. "No. Thank you, though. I know I said blacking out was uncouth and terrible but I still try my best to do it to pass the day. No one to talk to around here." Half of them were drunks and the other half were rude. He could swing punches and drink with the best of them. He did, too. A lot. But he liked using his head. Cooking was great and he'd picked things up as he traveled. Mixing things was fun to an extent. But he needed conversation. "Of course. Present company excluded."

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Castiel DuBois

 

Castiel raised an eyebrow and glanced over her. "The booze is running low. No one else can drink."

 

[Movie]

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"I think that she knows. I dunno about you, but it means a lot to have someone there for you constantly. Just saying thank you and working to help her should mean more than words." She told him and he had to admit there was a truth to her words.

 

Maybe... He would stay with them. He sighed and stood up. "Thanks... I suppose you're right." He said, looking around at the crewmen passing by. He turned his head to look at Mary. "I... I suppose this is a pretty obvious question to ask but... What brings you here?" He began, walking away from her a bit before walking back and continuing. "And... it's okay if you don't want to answer. I can understand. I'm only here because I want to do something with my life. I figured finding something like this would be a good start, no?" He asked her, standing next to her once again.

 

He didn't really know what else to say or do. He felt like he was just passing the time, waiting on orders. Where was Aero anyway? Didn't Allen need to be doing something? He didn't want to be a freeloader...

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[i imagine a cross between incredulous and faintly stunned.]

 

Theresa

 

"Ah, why thank you. I imagine that anyone sane enough to want on this boat would want to leave after a week. Mostly because Ceto harassed them. Speaking of Ceto, you think Aero's going to throttle her? I'd pay to see Ceto in a fight with a real master." Theresa refilled her cup, the last drops of tea finishing off the pot. "Any clue as to how Allen is getting along? No murders aboard the ship so far?"

 

Mary

 

Mary was silent for a moment, debating whether or not to tell him. "Same reason I don't really want to go back to Italy I suppose. I had a lonely, bad life there and I wanted to escape. This ship's much nicer than the streets, you get a warm bed and food every day."

 

[ugh. Gotta go and take out the trash and shower.]

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Poppy frowned. She grabbed his shirt with one hand, really for balance, and said, "Oh c'mon. One little bottle. Nobody will miss one." She smiled with a little pout. "For good ol' times' sake." Normally, this was where she'd be getting her way. Because she'd 'put her back into it' before hand and laid the groundwork. "Maybe maybe for good ol' new times' sake if you play your... Uhm... Cards. If you play your cards right." She probably needed sleep more than she needed a drink. Honestly. She couldn't string a sentence together without having to pause. She could barely stand up. And if Castiel didn't get her fix she was gonna let her violent side run rampant.

 

"Nah. Y'all keep me young. Plus, most of 'ya are scared witless when I try. It's fun." Roberts said. The crew wasn't the best, but they weren't the worst. Plus working for the assassins must get him on son kind of good side. Can't be letting them find old bounties that were still active. "Aero? I think he's been throttling Ceto since I've been here. It's quiet down here. I hear things, if you catch my drift." The captain was a noisy one. Damn shame she thought he was too old to have fun with. He'd picked some stuff up in India. They had some crazy ways to have fun. She mentioned one lad and he asked, "Who's Allen?" He's never heard if this Allen. He swore he'd learned most of the crew's names by now.

 

After some well spent sleeping and a bit of grub, Cullen decided he should locate his beloved. Face still painted like a native but dressed once again as an assassin-gentleman, he exited his room and moved to Abe's. Upon finding it empty, he figured she'd either be with her cannons or drinking. Considering he'd never seen her drink with the crew, the former was the most likely. So he double checked to lock on his door and headed off to the cannons. "Abby?" He called, not seeing her immediately. "Abby. Oi just got back. Where're 'ye?" He was excited to see her. The women from the tribe had tested him but it only made his desire burn deeper.

 

((Trifecta.))

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Abe spent most of her time with her cannons, as usual. When she wasn't cleaning them or some such thing, she was looking at the ocean and standing somewhat near them. Sometimes she even passed out there after the lullabies of the ocean made her drift to sleep. When she heard Cullen's voice, she was almost incredulous. She knew he'd boarded, but really hadn't sought him out. After so long apart, she figured to let him come to meet her. Though she hoped it'd gone alright, it was very possible that he'd been a bit scarred. She didn't want to incite bad memories accidentally or anything. Or seem too clingy... They both looked different. Abe was pale and sickly from poor sleeping patterns (through no fault of Cullen's, she was just restless without someone to talk to after becoming accustomed to that). And Cullen... Cullen has tribal painting decorating his mug and it was a little startling. At first she scarcely recognized him, but he was the only male redhead on board, as well as his voice having a familiar ring to it. Approaching slowly, the dreadlocked woman narrowed her eyes a bit and smudged some of the paint with her thumb as she felt the familiar angle of his jaw. It was still difficult to believe it was really him. At long last! Kissing him briefly, she finally sighed. "Is this going to be a permanent thing? I can accept many things, but I fear this is quite...um...messy? I do not know what happened to you in Borneo and I do not much care, but I must have you know that I am quite anal and I do not know if I could adapt to this very quickly. But..." Rubbing her finger in some leftover soot from a cannon she'd not cleaned in a time, she decorated her own face with the olden markings of her kinsmen in Scotland, who had decorated their own faces with blue paint in the days of old. "I shall make an attempt. Besides, my own kinsmen did the same. I would be a fool to spit in the faces of my ancestors." Smiling wearily from many days of poor sleep, the woman's eyes glistened. "I missed you," she said at last.

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Cullen was happy to see Abe and happier to kiss her. She smudged some if the paint off of his face and he grinned. When she smudged her own he laughed a bit. "No, no. I was hoping it would wash away when I swam out but I suppose it didn't." He'd forgotten about it after awhile. The paint had dried and he hadn't spent much time sitting down after he had it done. "I was initiated into their tribe, so I took part in their rituals. You would too if the whole time you might not have walked away at all for offending them." At the very least, he'd turned a bad situation into a wonderful and profitable experience. He kissed her again and kept his arms around her hips. "I missed you, too. I wish you could have seen the island up close with me. Everything is so colorful and vivid. I'm happy to be home, though." Borneo might have been fun but all fun ended eventually. He was onboard again and he had responsibilities to the crew again. He had to keep the bow pointed in the right direction so they could find treasure to plunder or targets for Abe to fire at. It was familiar again. The Sista Viska was a cornucopia of European in the Asian seas.

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Castiel DuBois

 

This woman looked like she wanted to get him into trouble. Castiel crossed his arms and shook his head. "Poppy, Ceto's going to kill me if the drink runs dry again. I can't have that."

 

[sorry for short posts, bed.]

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"I aim to please." Aero said smiling setting down his empty mug and wiping his upper lip. He pulled off his shirt and boots before he pulled himself into the bed laying his head down on the pillow. He put his hand on the back of Ceto's head and his other against her waist and pulled her to him. "Shall we continue where we left off?" He said before kissing her.

 

((Short, didn't want to go any further xd.png))

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Theresa

 

Theresa turned red at Roberts' comment, but declined to say anything. Why did she want on this boat full of sinners anyway? Ugh. "Oh, Allen is some stupid kid Mary dragged on. Aero decided to accept the whelp even though the last thing we need is a new face to destroy our plans. I think once Garrett and Cullen are back they'll be bringing a Piece of Eden with them. Such things are dangerous knowledge to the untrusted." she shook her head. "He's a Cabin Boy that I'm personally waiting to see if he steps out of line." she summed up. She was just naturally suspicious, and this mission was too important for someone to mess it up. She sighed. It was always too important to mess up, and she was getting tired of walking on the razor's edge. At some point, she was going to fall off... "Don't worry about it. He'll be kicked off next port I hope." wether or not this was for Roberts or her, was unseen.

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