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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 10, 2010 20:26:26 GMT -7
ooc;; An ending, a beginning, and a continuation.
Participators in "The Ambitious Hunt" thread please continue here ^^
bic;; It was cramped and small, but he had gotten used to it over the years; cramming his small frame behind packed goods containing both solidified and liquefied supplies was easy enough. However, holding himself there was another matter: trying to ignore his body's protests as his limbs were bent at an awkward angle was an unpleasant experience, but the alternative was something he wasn't willing to risk. Not yet.
When they were close to land... close enough to swim... he could jump out and overboard before the pirates found him.
He was careful not to take noticeable amounts of food, either; the pirates would attribute small food disappearances to the rats, but anything larger than that and he knew they'd do a thorough search. And then what would happen? They'd probably kill him, or lock him in the bridge, or put him to work as something akin to a slave. That was the punishment for stowaways.
Sighing, he leaned his head against a barrel, bringing one leg up to his chest and extending the other in front of him. Wall Staring had become a constant thing for him, as well as Count The Number Of Knots In The Wood.
That had gotten old fast.
Still, it was good to not be curled up behind some large thing or under a tarp, and he was practically purring with the temporary luxury of stretching. Casting wide, blue-grey eyes around the hold again, Marceau Lovell wondered how long it would take before they arrived at a port; before he would hear the long-awaited "Land!" calling from the Crow's Nest way above.
At least he knew the name of that thing.
The only part of the ship he had seen in-depth was the above deck, as well as the Crow's Nest itself, where he had momentarily hidden before making his way--carefully--down the rigging and dropping rather loudly and ungracefully onto the wooden workings of the ship.
Finding the hold had taken him longer than he had wanted, and the constant paranoia of running into someone made him take even longer than usual to locate the vast, supplies-packed area. Of course, he left the hold every night for a much-needed walk, but knowing there were pirates aboard limited his excavations and explorations to the hold itself, and the mesh hall or kitchen, where he went when he couldn't get dried food out of the barrels without anyone noticing after they were opened.
He felt like a caged bird, and he didn't like it one bit.
But all he could do was wait, and wait, and wait.
It seemed like he was always waiting. It was a good thing he had developed the patience for it.
Closing his eyes, Marcy exhaled loudly, knowing that the darkened sky would have lulled many a pirate and sailor to sleep now. He counted on it, actually, but he had survived too long on luck. What would the English do if they found him here? Their language was strange to him--their customs alien. And with the French being a long-time enemy of England itself, could he expect mercy? And so it was with a rapidly-beating heart, within the darkness of the hold, that his fears came out.
His luck would run out sometime, he knew, and then it would only be a matter of time before someone discovered him here.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 10, 2010 20:30:10 GMT -7
Vincent sat upon the edge of the boat, one leg propped up on the edge, the other dangling lazily on the other side. He stared out at the sea as it passed, wondering where there were headed next, not that he wanted to leave the sea so quickly. The sound of boots tapping the wood floor of the ship met his ears, and he turned his head slightly, watching his twin sister stop next to him, a smile on her face.
"It be a fine wind blowing this day." Isaria remarked, her smile getting wider as a breeze ruffled her jet black hair.
"Fine indeed." He agreed. "Do you know where we be headed?"
"No, but I don't really care." Isaria replied. "I'm just happy to be on the ocean."
ooc; Toya doesn't know pirate speak that well, so I may need help in this area if it's necessary. /sweatdrop/
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 11, 2010 20:46:39 GMT -7
Blinking his green eyes, Marcy slowly crawled from his hiding spot, careful to keep himself low. Even with the cover of night, darkness could be an enemy and a friend.
ooc;; FUCK THEY KILLED SEAN CONNERY MALONE
*cry*
bic;; For one, while he could easily conceal himself in it, it could also hide the pirates from him.
With eyes already adjusted to the darkness, Marcy moved along the packed barrels and oceanic supplies, aiming for the exit, and way to the kitchen.
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Mina exhaled loudly from her vantage point in the Crow's Nest, leaning against the slightly raised wood and staring at the starry skies above. She didn't know how long it was going to take them to reach land and resupply, but she figured they had enough food and clean water to last for as long as they needed.
Well, if they were careful, and if they weren't taken over and robbed by other pirates, that is. Or was.
Either way.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 11, 2010 21:04:38 GMT -7
Francine Delwater skipped merrily along, deep below deck. Technically she wasn't supposed to be there, and instead in bed, but she didn't let that thought deter her from her goal. Isaria and Vincent never kept her to a strict bedtime anyway, but they would be mad if they found her so deep below. She was headed to where the storage and supplies were kept, and in their own words, it no place for a young girl to be playing foolish games.
"But they won't find out I was down here." She held up her stuffed rabbit, her favorite childhood toy that was snatched by Vincent for her during a raid long ago, and smiled sweetly at it. "I'll be plenty careful."
ooc; MALONE, NOOOO! D:
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 11, 2010 21:08:34 GMT -7
ooc;; But Ness totally threw Malone's killer off a building and it was great.
Sean Connery Malone is avenged.
bic;; Marcy froze as he heard the loud thumping of footsteps, his green eyes widened as he frantically backed up against one of the barrels. Whoever it was certainly had a funny way of walking, as the footstep patterns were erratic, but nevertheless, it was still a person, and cause for great alarm.
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Mina stood up, extending her arms and purring as she stretched before leaping over the edge of the Crow's Nest and clamoring down the rigging before landing as neatly as she could on the deck itself.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 11, 2010 21:27:52 GMT -7
ooc; Hurray for vengance! ;D
bic; Francine ended her skip in a hop, her brown boots pounding the floor below her. Looking around, she smiled again. It was dark, but her eyes were quickly adjusting. Walking over to the nearest barrel to her, she reached up and settled her stuffed bunny on it, intending to start her game. Something caused her to pause suddenly, and she froze up, a shiver running down her spine. Why did she have the odd feeling she was being watched?
Slowly, Francine turned, her eyes scanning the darkness.
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Isaria turned at the sound of boots hitting the deck, eyeing the young woman who had just climbed down from the Crow's Nest. Vincent, hearing the sound himself, shifted, both legs now dangling side by side as he sat on the edge of the boat, his green eyes flickering over to the girl.
"Good evening, Mina." Vincent greeted her.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 11, 2010 21:42:48 GMT -7
Marcy sucked in his breath, eyes dilating slightly in fear as he saw the shadow in the darkness. He frantically tried to back away, but a loudly-whispered "Merde!" escaped his lips as he knocked into one of the barrels, listening to it fall with a thumping crash.
Diving to conceal himself around a large stack of supplies, the light blonde took a deep, shuddering breath, squeezing his eyes shut. "Cher Dieu, s'il vous plaît ne pas me n'importe qui permettre de ne pas trouver!" He whispered. "S'il vous plaît, Dieu, s'il vous plaît..."
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Mina gave them both a grin and mock-saluted. "Evening to you two as well!"
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Post by Natoya on Aug 11, 2010 22:05:10 GMT -7
Francine heard the whispered foreign word before she heard the crash of a barrel falling over and a body thumping to the ground. Her eyes widened in terror, not knowing who was down here, but knowing that it couldn't have been someone she knew, since she had never heard that voice nor that accent before. Francine opened her mouth to scream, but then the whispering reached her ears, causing her scream to die in her throat. She couldn't understand a word that was being said, but she could tell by the tone that whoever it was was scared. This helped to ease her own fear and made her a little more confident.
Francine stepped forward, making her way through the darkness and trying to find the intruder. "Hey! Come out!" Francine called, puffing herself up and trying to be intimidating. "I don't know who you are, but you better explain what you're doing on this ship before I go and let someone know you're here!"
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Isaria grinned at the mock salute and returned the gesture. "It's mighty late. Where are you headed at this hour?"
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 11, 2010 22:10:58 GMT -7
Marcy froze as the voice called out. Recognizing it as female but not understanding any of the spoken words, Marcy could do nothing but back up further, frantically reciting prayers in his head. "Le seigneur au-dessus..." He reached for the pendant he wore under the loose white shirt, grabbing it and trying to make himself as small as possible.
The voice sounded young, but how was he to know for sure?
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"I'm the lookout for the night," Mina said after a moment. "And this lookout is currently wondering where your third half is."
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Post by Natoya on Aug 11, 2010 22:30:18 GMT -7
Francine frowned as the voice continued to murmur in that strange language. "Hey!" She yelled louder. "I said to come ou-ah!" Francine suddenly collided with something large and warm, tumbling over it and landing on her bottom with a loud thump.
"Ow!" She exclaimed, rubbing her rump with one hand.
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Vincent hopped off the edge of the boat, landing with a thud on the deck of the ship. "Francine should be in bed, but knowing her, she's more then likely slipped off somewhere." Vincent replied, shaking his head.
"I'll go check on her." Isaria offered, slipping into big sister mode. "Best to make sure she's not making too much of a fuss. She knows there are crew members who sleep at this hour, even if she doesn't."
"I'll come with. Nothing better to do up here then watch the night sky. You're welcome to come along if you'd like." Vincent nodded at Mina before the twins walked off together.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 11, 2010 22:34:16 GMT -7
"Je suis désolé, je suis désolé -- ne me tue pas s'il vous plaît!" Marcy cried as the girl stumbled over to him. The seventeen-year-old Frenchman stood, scrambling out of her way. "Ceci était le seul moyen pour partir, je suis désolé, je ne serais pas venu ici si je n'ai pas eu un autre choix... Bon Dieu au-dessus, s'il vous plaît m'épargner..." He blinked then, and the form of a young woman--no, girl!--became visible to him in the darkness. "Un enfant?
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Mina waved to them.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 11, 2010 22:48:32 GMT -7
Francine blinked, the foreign words stringing together in one big jumbled mess in her head. She stood, brushing herself off, and turned. Her eyes widened again as she found herself standing before a tall figure, and though she couldn't see all of the person in front of her, she saw enough to know she was standing in front of a young man.
"Ahhh!" Francine cried out. She was alone, in the dark, with a stranger who seemed to be a man. Even though she could hear the panic and fright in the stranger's voice, her mind was telling her that this was a bad situation. Her instincts kicked in, and she did the first thing she could think of: flee. She darted to the side so she could go around him, but she misjudged her aim and ran into a barrel. She crashed to the ground again, moaning in pain.
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"Damnit Francine..." Vincent cursed as he saw the empty cot that his littlest sister was supposed to be asleep in.
"Saw that coming." Isaria murmured from the doorway, a lit lamp in her hand that she had grabbed on her way down.
"Let's go find the Whiny Little Brat." Vincent sighed heavily and strode to his sister, taking the lamp from her. Isaria followed Vincent after closing the door behind them.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 11, 2010 22:53:22 GMT -7
"Un enfant. Ce n'est qu'enfant." The relief in Marcy's voice was evident, and he even felt a little bit amused as she tried to flee.
In all actuality, Marcy was a petite man, hardly intimidating in the least. Still, he had been sitting on some barrels and trying to get away, so he knew he must have appeared much taller than he actually was. Sliding off the barrel, Marcy cautiously approached the fallen child. "Allez-vous très bien? La merde, j'ai pensé vous étiez, comme, quelque grand membre de l'équipage intimidant! Mais vous êtes seulement gosse!" The relief was evident in his voice. He knelt carefully by the girl, not touching her, but watching.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 11, 2010 23:12:31 GMT -7
The voice of the man was suddenly quite close to her, and Francine gave a start, rolling over onto her bottom. She winced as a sharp pain laced through her knee, and a quick feel told her that she'd scrapped it when she fell. The man was speaking again, and she could hear the relief evident in his voice. Francine blinked, mulling that over in her mind. Why was he relieved?
Francine sought out his form in the darkness, and he seemed to be kneeling now, making him look much smaller then before. He was also speaking normally to her as well, and she could still detect the relief in his voice.
"What the heck are you saying?" Francine frowned, the language barrier causing her to feel frustrated.
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After a long search through the upper and lower deck, Isaria and Vincent were left feeling frustrated themselves.
"Where could she be?" Isaria wondered, tapping her chin with a long pale finger.
"There's only one place we haven't checked yet, and if she's down there, she's in a heap of trouble." Vincent grumbled, slightly cranky from having nearly searched the ship from top to bottom and still not having found their little escapee.
"The storage?" Isaria inquired.
"Yes. Let's go." Isaria hurried after her twin as he stalked off.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 11, 2010 23:13:52 GMT -7
Marcy frowned. "Que?" He asked, hearing the question in her voice but unable to decipher what she was asking him. "Anglais. Je ne parle pas l'anglais." Marcy shook his head, backing away from her. If he was lucky, she'd think it was a dream and leave him alone.
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