Recap

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ooc;; Oho!

bic;; Cenhelm delicately ignored the Captain--though he still seethed enough to make the red and gold in his eyes swirl like magma--and moved over to Matthews, who had kneeled next to a crewman with a stab wound to the upper thigh.
"Frey," Cenhelm whispered, causing his companion to jerk his head up and look at him with traces of wariness. It was never Frey. Always Matthews. "Hide the medical supplies. Those fucker are not taking it without a fight. I swear to the high heavens that someone is going to die if they make any such attempt!"
Matthews looked at him with a calculating expression before nodding. He went back to binding the wounds, but there was something lurking in his eyes; an emotion Cenhelm found himself sighing at, though not in exasperation for once. When his friend jerked back at a sudden movement by the patient he was treating, Cenhelm rubbed his temples. The young Dagur heir was constantly reminded of Matthews' strange mood-swings, which got even worse than his mother's during That Time.
Eww. Just... eww. Blood was not supposed to come from there at any one time, not ever. It'd make sex extremely awkward if it was performed during That Time, too.
Eww.
Cenhelm coughed absently, trying to rid his mind of such thoughts. His hand strayed to his hip, ghosting over the pistol before coming to rest at his own thigh as his friend barked at the sailor to settle down and let him "treat the goddamned thing."
Matthews looked up, however, when he heard the argument between the two leading men. "While I'm happy to be the center of such loving attention, some of these sailors need to be moved." His hands, normally creamy and clean, were stained with the crimson of someone's life blood, and there was a streak of it across his temple where he had absently rubbed it with his left hand.
Cenhelm was leaning against the mast of the ship by this point, snickering to himself.

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ooc;; I'm proud <3

[Alzella]

Ellsworth made the mistake of glancing at Matthews when he spoke. All he saw was the blood. The reaction came instantaneously. Only Leif’s swift movement kept Ellsworth from hitting the deck. Calmly, Leif checked Ellsworth’s pulse then shook him. No reaction.
“He’s out.” Leif announced, shrugging his shoulders disinterestedly. Holding out Ellsworth’s unconscious body, Leif answered Matthews while a random crewmember accepted the limp body and carefully set it aside. “Realize this ‘loving attention’ hinges on your title, doctor. Are you certain these men are safe to move?” Leif inquired.
Chloelia lightly skipped across the plank, joining the people aboard the ex-Queen Mary while various crewmen moved back and forth, carrying goods. In her hands, she carried a parchment. This, she presented, with a simple grin, to Leif. Leif glanced over it, gave it back to Chloelia, and paused. Chloelia waited patiently as Leif took the parchment back. A light frown crossed his features.
“Very well. It appears the unnamed vessel is indebted to our dearest damsel in distress more than originally perceived. Do not hesitate to employ the use of available crewmen,” Leif informed her lightly.
Chloelia grinned, curtsied elegantly, and waved the parchment in the air. Three crewmen immediately came to her aid, following her across the planks and appearing moments later with various crates.
Leif turned his attention back to Matthews in time for an answer.

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Matthews sighed, standing up. "I wish to move the men I can, even if they are critically injured. The day is warm, and it will speed up the rate of bacterial infections; it is something I do not wish to risk, if you must know. A swarm of maggots on a corpse is not the most pleasant sight, I assure you. Ce n'est pas le pire, bien que. It can always get worse, Captain, oui?"
"Hey," Cenhelm cut in, his face dark. He glared at Matthews once. "Don't say that, all right? You're making me use contractions. Vobis sollicitus. And tell your hemophobic friend to stop being such a pansy."
"Cenhelm, I'm afraid of water; how is being a hemophobic worse?"
"Because he's an idiot to top it all off. Plus, he fainted. I'll bet he's the girl in the relationship." Cenhelm looked at Leif with a grin as he said that, winking once. "Ain't he, Captain?"

[Alzella]

Leif grinned in return, “Very much so.” Waving the bow in a command of sorts, Leif addressed the doctor as another four crewmen stepped forward to carry various sailors across. “It can get a thousand times worse or just an inch better, depending on how their injuries are handled. Speaking of injuries, where are my doctors?”
Chloelia abruptly appeared at Leif’s elbow, tugging his sleeve so the taller man would bend down to hear her hushed words. Leif nodded briefly, murmured something back, and Chloelia bounced off down the plank. She returned dragging one of the missing doctors and a small wood chest, inlaid with golden designs. Leif took the chest and directed the doctor with an odd half wave, half bowing motion.
The doctor looked completely confused.
“Leif,” Chloelia spoke lightly, a cheerful quality to her voice as she used English, “The doctor is new.”
Leif lightly rolled his eyes. “Then someone, do step forth and show this gentlemen the ropes. And no, not the deadly ones either.” He opened the chest carefully, crack by crack, not letting anyone else see inside, and snaking his hand quickly in.
Chloelia waited patiently as Leif seemed to take forever simply to take out… a letter… and a whistle. Leif pocketed both items, returned the wooden chest to Chloelia, and sent another crewman to fetch the other doctor. Eventually, both doctors were scurrying about, one useless and the other not, assessing injuries and sending sympathetic glances at Matthews.
Unknown to most, those that joined Leif’s crew were actually heavily rewarded and treated extremely well. This produced the unyielding loyalty Leif knew was necessary to keep his identity secret and the purpose of his ship secret.
Ellsworth eventually woke up.

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"So he is the girl?" Cenhelm said, as if deep in thought. "My congratulations then, Captain. I can't imagine getting him to bottom was an easy thing."
Matthews smacked the back of his head, but from the lack of force Cenhelm could tell his older friend was highly amused by the exchange going on.
"And what's wrong with bottoming, Cenhelm?" He murmured, but Cenhelm abruptly stopped.
"Nothing, dear Frey; absolutely nothing. In fact, I think I bottom seventy percent of the time."
"Cenhelm, really, I don't care to know the details of your sex life, if it makes a difference to you."
"I know yours well enough to know that it's been nonexistent."
Matthews acknowledged the fact with an incline of his head. "And what is your observation about everyone else, then?"
"Well, I think Captain Hatless over there hasn't been laid in far too long, and the hemophobe--" Cenhelm looked down as he apparently woke up "--is... Well, I have no idea. I think he's been resisting the Captain here, and that's why he acts like he has a stick the length of the Queen Mary's mast up his ass. It's only a matter of time before they both break."
Cenhelm only stopped his ranting at the discomfort of the crew. After all, homosexuality was not something often made light of. Men (and women) who preferred their own gender to the opposing sex would most definitely be persecuted and, shortly following that, put to death under grisly torture.
It was definitely not something he wanted to try anytime soon. "Me, though? Haven't been able to find a good piece of skirt since we left port."
Matthews was looking at him with a wary nod, and he sighed with irritation as Ellsworth woke. "I'm not wasting medical supplies on you, and you're taking up space," he said narrowly.

ooc;; OH GOD CENHELM
REALLY
WHAT'S WITH ALL THE GAY SEME-UKE JOKES
WUT
XD

[Alzella]

“Most certainly not,” Leif agreed gravely, making an automatically habitual movement to remove his hat – and finding himself pissed at the lack of it. “In fact,” He carried on, “I still have yet to be successful in such an endeavor!” A few of his crew chuckled lightly, used to the old inside joke. “I must say, however,” Leif added after Cenhelm’s assessment, “Your observations miss the mark by a good mile. Rest reasonably assured that I have seen a lass as of late, and no,” He added with a pointed glance at the merrily skipping Chloelia – doing who knows what – “T’was not that one either.”
Ellsworth grumbled lowly to himself, rubbing his head and not bothering to comprehend the gibberish talk going about. He did, however, catch the tail end of what Matthews said. Stubbornly, he snapped back.
“I do not need your stupid medical supplies, thank you very much, I was simply overcome with heatstroke.”
Ah, yes, the old overused and abused excuse. Leif waved a hand flippantly at it.
“Of course you were, my good useless Loki. That is why I have bestowed upon your most gracious form this wonderful and perfectly healthy ship! Enjoy it while it lasts, for at exactly noon tomorrow, we shall attack!”
In the background, Chloelia could be heard, in Latin, “Again.” Leif waved her off, then beckoned a very wary, stubborn, and clearly unhappy Ellsworth over. A few words were exchanged along with the letter and whistle. Ellsworth stared at the metal object like it was a time bomb.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” He tried returning it. “And why didn’t I get this sooner?” The letter waved back and forth fiercely.
“Be certain that it remains in your possession forever and in case of the inevitable, for you are certainly incompetent enough to wind up on the path of no return, use your last lung to summon The Untitled Vessel.” Leif paused, testing the name briefly again…. Nope, still not perfect enough. “As for this fine parchment,” he waved the violin bow at it dismissively, “Unimportant until now. You had no means with which to act upon its dull and dry diction.”
Leif received a blank hard ocean blue-green eyed stare for his wordy explanation.
“Do I have to keep them?” Ellsworth motioned Dagur and Matthews.
“Absolutely.”
“They’ll kill me.” He remarked, “Or at least try to.”
Leif seemed far too cheerful at the prospect to be tolerable.
“And that, my dear little hemophobic ex-crewmate, is when the whistle comes in handy.”
Ellsworth snorted, “Sureee.” Decidedly, he added, “Ex-Captain.”
“Do I look like an Ex-Captain to you? My ship still resides safely in my possession, does it not? Do I not wear a—where is my hat?” Leif stormed off, muttering nonsensical sense about how so many people walked back and forth across the boards but not a one had dared to bring forth his beloved pirate hat. Oh, the tragedy!
Chloelia took the moment to pick up her hat, apparently dropped in the middle of the ex-Queen Mary, place it on her head, consider the spot on which it resided and—scream.
“RAT!” It came out in French, then Spanish, and off Chloelia fled. The reaction was instantaneous. On land, rats could bring disease and grime but that’s where cats came in handy and doctors were available at every turn. On deck, in a confined ship where disease festered and wiped out the whole lot, a disease carrying rodent that consumed and fouled precious resources was a thousand times more hazardous.
Ellsworth calmly watched the rat scurry across the deck, avoiding every panicked foot, sword, and bullet with the ease of habit.
Leif returned with an enormous grin and an over-decorated hat from his unnamed ship to find Queen Mary in utter panic and chaos. The grin immediately vanished.
“What is this? A retaliation?”
“A rat,” Ellsworth correct, “Mr. Fox, in fact.”
“Ah.” Leif nodded as though this answered the question to life itself. “That explains all.” He smoothly stepped to the side as the rat raced across the plank for his ship, crewmembers of both ships rushing after the innocent creature to finish what had started.

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"Yet to be successful, aye? Well, that explains quite a lot, then," Cenhelm said, giving the impression that he was deep in thought. He chuckled and turned to watch as Matthews rolled his eyes, a sure sign of exasperation on the white-haired man's part.
"Like I said before, I wouldn't waste any on you anyway, so you can stay here and rot for all I care!" Matthews words were more like the strangled smile of a caged animal, and Cenhelm groaned as he moved over to Ellsworth. Matthews had spat some obscene French insult and stomped over to one of the other crewmen, whose face was shaded by a large, straw-rimmed hat.
"Word to the wise, pirate: Stay away from him when he's like this," Cenhelm said. "All right? Maybe then, when my father sends an armada after you, I'll tell him to spare your life."

[Alzella]

Ellsworth refrained from rolling his eyes at Matthews’ words and took Cenhelm’s with a grain of salt. Great. He finally gets a ship and he’s scheduled not only to be attack by pirates tomorrow but by a Dagur armada in the unforeseen future. Just perfect.
“No need to even send an armada,” Ellsworth retorted, “You’ll be back home before noon tomorrow.” He was not keeping the two idiots on his new ship. He was keeping the darn ship too, so Leif could chase him all the way to Dagur territory and then fry at the hands of the armada. His next stop was England. End of that.
Ellsworth buried the letter in one of his pockets and decidedly shoved the whistle in another. Leif flounced off to ensure that all the supplies of the ex-Queen Mary were aboard his ship and Ellsworth’s promised share was on the ex-Queen Mary. All that remained were the few injured passengers!

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"Yes, but I rather liked this ship, see," Cenhelm said, eyes wide. "I might want it back." He then shrugged before turning and flouncing off to talk to the same crewman that Matthews was smiling at, his eyes narrowed in what could pass for suspicion if it weren't for the wicked gleam spreading across his face at the time.
Ah, yes; he'd milk this while it lasted.
Matthews frowned absently, tapping the side of his neck. The crewman below him looked up, golden eyes filling with amusement. "I told you I could keep myself in one piece."
"Well, Hyacinth, I never doubted you, but I'm surprised you managed to find a shirt big enough to cover your rather generous endowments."
"Har. Help me up, Matthews," Hyacinth Kolur demanded, lifting the brim of her hat off her face as Matthew helped her up, for Cenhelm was too busy. "Six minutes, huh?"
"Six minutes."


ooc;; You know, I really should go through these and re-italicize all the "Queen Mary" stuff.
... Na. It's like me actually editing my own work.

[Alzella]

OOC: I just click modify on the original RotSS, copy, and paste.
Also, I just got an idea to make it more difficult for Matthews and Ellsworth to end up together: what if Cenhelm posses an interest in Ellsworth and Leif posses an interest in Matthews?

Ellsworth calmly watched Cenhelm flounce off, his eyes not missing the wicked gleam nor the spoken words. Well, if the Dagur wanted his damn ship back so bad, he could take it over his dead body – and after he’d found his sister. To England! –err, after dropping off the unwanted people, that is.
He missed the slightly off appearance of the patient Matthews was helping up, being too preoccupied with avoiding the stupid hydrophobic doctor.
Chloelia reappeared with her hat on her head and a small grin adorning her features. She immediately gravitated towards the secretly feminine patient, offering her arm as assistance as well.

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ooc;; *Taps chin thoughtfully* That could work. Would it be in the newer roleplay?

bic;; Hyacinth raised an ebony brow as the other female appeared. She knew she wouldn't be fooling the other woman--it takes one to know one, after all--but she accepted the help all the same, resisting the urge to straighten her shirt, as only a female would do without cause.
"Frey, Cenhelm, you," Hyacinth said, nodding at Chloelia.
Matthews' face remained blank, but his expression was dark. He wondered when they'd dislodge from the other ship and be on their way.

[Alzella]

Chloelia merely grinned, saying not a word in response and leading the way across one of the planks.
Leif abruptly appeared on his ship, standing on the starboard railing and observing the captured ship with a careful eye. Once the last of the crewmembers were across and all but Ellsworth, Dagur, and Matthews remained, he swept off his hat and bowed mock-politely.
“I bid this fair maiden farewell and adieu, but fear not. The Unnamed and Victorious Vessel shall return for the final treasure! At noon! We strike!”
Automatically, Leif’s crew gave a cheer. They took back the planks.
Ellsworth stubbornly scowled at Leif – stupid ass left him with unwanted guests – and remained a very nice good distance from said unwanted guests.

OOC: Yep!
What are your thoughts on our transition from the older rp to the newer rp? Should we just continue where we left off or do a small time-skip?

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Cenhelm let out an irritated yelp. "We have to sail this thing with just the three of us?" He asked sharply, turning to find Matthews only to see his friend wrapping one hand into the rigging and haul himself up to the Crow's Nest, spyglass in hand. His charts were still on the deck, and he scowled as his white hair whipped across his face, hardly leaving him room to see.
Pulling the spyglass out and lengthening it, Matthews seemed to be focussing on one particular figure aboard the Nameless Vessel or whatever the hell it was called, if it was even called anything at all.
Hyacinth blinked as she caught a glint of gold and raised her hand once, letting him know that she was okay, but her hand strayed to the pistol at her own side, which she had received only basic instructions for from Cenhelm, who had made his way over to the helm contemplatively.

ooc;; I dunno... What do you want?

[Alzella]

Ellsworth slide over to the helm, frowning disapprovingly at the Dagur’s attempt to hijack his newly received ship. “For now, yes. After you’re dropped off on land, no. I will have to sail this ship alone.”
He randomly turned the helm, effectively turning the ship around so that it headed in the direction it originated from. Ellsworth would not admit it, being the stubborn fool he was, but he had absolutely no idea where he was going.
After a moment, he decidedly added, holding out a spare hand to Cenhelm, “Ellsworth. I will not stab you if you do not shoot me. Do we have an agreement?”
Chloelia waved gleefully at the spying Matthews from her spot by Hyacinth. She then turned to her fellow female and offered an arm, motioning the start of a tour of the unnamed vessel. Leif danced—err, sauntered, about the deck wildly, giving orders here and there and directing the new members on rules, regulations, their due shares and such. Yes, even the captured received a small share from the oddball Captain.

OOC: I don't particularly care either way. We could always finish the segment where the ship is under attack, and then do a small time jump.