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| Not AGAIN!?!?; [Momo, another pirate charie is wished] | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 16 2009, 12:14 PM (80 Views) | |
| Morte | Jun 16 2009, 12:14 PM Post #1 |
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Morte awoke violently, jumping up and getting tangled up in the hammock he was placed it. He hung upside down mere inches from bashing his head on the wooden floor. "Where am i?" Morte said to himself, answered by the sound of creaking wood, a seagull, and the sound of waves striking the ship, wait, the SHIP? "AUGHH!!!" Morte yelled out, waking up his bunkmate who also tumbled out of his hammock in fright, falling flat on his face. "Not again, everytime i drink dwarven ale i wake up aboard a ship at sea..." He rubbed his temples, his head pounding from a mixture of a hangover and the blood rushing to his head from being upside down. After he'd escapes from the web of hammock rope, he stumbled out onto the deck, shielding his eyes from the bright light of the sun and looking around deck, everyone stumbling about, most of them drunk or hungover... "How do i get myself into this situations?" Morte rubbed his temples again, "Oh that's right, i'm an alcoholic..." |
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| Momiji | Jun 17 2009, 10:27 AM Post #2 |
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Momo had the advantage. She knew where she was, and what she was doing there. Just because she wasn't happy about it didn't mean she wasn't perfectly aware of her situation and the situation of others. Though, even as she hauled in a rope from the briny water, it occured to her that it wasn't much of any advantage. In all honesty, she was only here doing grunt work because she needed the money. What the pirates did, whether it was taking hostages or drinking too much, was not something she was overly concerned with. Especially when confused men started stumbling out of the holdings of the ship, looking like they had no idea what they were doing. "Aye, what's this?" The man who was helping her rig the sails questioned her, and Momo shrugged. "No doubt some fucking plot by the captain," she replied, before shading her eyes and looking the mast. Seemed her work was done for the moment. Tipping her straw hat to the main, she straightened her breeches. She was enjoying her masquerade as a boy on this ship; meant that she didn't have to be a subject to the superstition that women are unlucky on ships. (Naturally, that was all nonsense.) |
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| Morte | Jun 19 2009, 12:02 PM Post #3 |
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Morte grumbled as one of the 'task masters' rounded up the drunkards and men with pounding headaches to their posts, swabbing, cleaning, other such tasks. The man obviously had no sympathy for a man with a hangover, as he was barking those orders quiet loudly. As Morte set to his job, fixing the knots the captains inept crew had tied around the ship, he rubbed his pounding head and tried to keep his head low. He walked past two crewmen seemingly oblivious as to why the ship was blustered with crewmen, who also improperly tied the rig up. He sighed and shrugged his way past the two of them, shouldering his way between them. It was strange, but the one with the straw hat felt... squishy? Morte chalked this misconception up to the hangover and grunted. "What, you've never heard of a press gang? They go around and round up drunks to use as crewmen, just dragging them along or bopping them on the head, either way they wake up with a headache. Now could you keep it down, i'm one of the sorry suckers they tossed on this ship..." |
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| Momiji | Jul 3 2009, 11:20 AM Post #4 |
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It was kind of funny, watching the parade of downtrodden men. Obviously they had been stupid enough to get themselves into such a bind and Momo wasn't anyone's saviour. As long as her captain wasn't killing people, she was just dandy with this. No reason for her to get all fussed about it. It really wasn't her problem. Her helper grunted as someone pushed through. "Watch it buddy," the man snapped, disregarding the prisoner's statement. Momo, as usual, said nothing, while the other man seemed to whine about his predicament. There was nothing she could say. Pulling on the rope, she groaned as her muscles burned, and then fastened it to a lever on the side of the ship. All around, people were chattering, and a few men had sat down and just begun to cry. How embarassing. "People seem to be making a big fucking fuss about it," she said finally, rolling her eyes. "If you were stupid enough to get that drunk, without a back up plan, you deserve it." Her statement met with a lot of agreement from the real hands of the ship, who were none too happy with the company they'd received unceremoniously and unplanned. |
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