Interacting with: @Psycho Sushi, @Adeline, @Dark Light

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"There are few things that travel faster than news" she responded to the man, still catching her breath after having to follow Isabella "And for bad news, that's even faster". The man still staggered, but he clearly didn't look like the type of person that would accept some help. Still, looking both at him and the doctor, she tried.

"Need a hand with those supplies? I already bought everything I needed to cook, so we have some free time" she explained, easily keeping pace with Kenji. "We could have a drink after, if we still have time to get to the tavern" she offered, showing her hand to help with the supplies, and searching for any ally in this fight, just in case. Maybe the cartographer would agree with her, but the doctor still looked somewhat lost, and wasn't really paying attention.

Bridget hadn't really talked with these people yet, being one to usually stay at her little place in the kitchen and not bothering others. But they clearly looked interesting, and like good friends to have. After all, if the China man (not from China) won the battle, he must be good to have as an ally, and it's always good to have a doctor in your corner. You never know what can happen on a ship, and that can be even worse on a pirate ship. Slowly, they made their way to the ship, that looked almost ghostly being that empty. Most of the crew must still be in Nassau, probably in the taverns, making use of their pay.

One by one the crew started to return to the ship, the Captain watched them silently and when he was sure no one was missing he summoned everyone to a meeting right on the upper deck. Everyone was a bit confused, some wndered if something bad had happened or if anyone had done something stupid to anger the Captain, others believed it had something to do with Backbeard.

"Ladies and gentlemen" Tylor spoke, his voice could be perfectly heard from one by everyone even if they were on the oppsite side of the vessel. "The reason I have summoned you is because we have an important mission to accomplish, and very dangerous in deed. We must head to Kingston, where the Governor's house." he puased just to see the crew's reaction "The Governor has a document, a document on which is detailed the naval route of a british ship called "The Unassailable". Now I am sure you are wondering why we would want to attack such ship and the reason is...it has something much more valuable than gold or jewels..." The pirates looked at each other, some doubted about it while others cheered with the idea of being rich.

"...That is all I can say for now, I ask you to follow my command and give all your effort to make this mission sucessful. When the night falls I shall form a group that will sneak into the Governor's house with me " Tylor turned back a gave the FirstMate some orders, then she informed everyone they would start sailing right now.

K E N J I T A K E D A

_{Back on the ship:}
Interacting with: @Adeline Genevieve

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Kenji was too stubborn to share the burden of the supplies, and hobbled all the way back to the ship with them.
Apparently there was no time to head back to shore and visit a tavern, not that he minded, with an impromptu gathering being called shortly after returning.

Still standing gathered around those he arrived with, Kenji listened respectfully but with a faint air of disinterest. He did not share in the greed of the others, or if he did, he kept it hidden.
However, towards the end of the speech his shoulders noticeably slumped.

"Sneaking..." He mumbles to himself as he looks across the ship at the other gathered pirates, eyes weighing and judging each one heavily, looking down on them like an artist might an amateur.
"Stealing..."
He lets out a soft sigh of resignation. He knew he would be among that group.
"The unassailable..."
He turns to Genevieve.
"I think we may have needed more supplies."

While others cheered, gossiped, or threw around questions, Kenji shared none of their excitement and instead silently retreated below deck to finally sit down and rest.

Interacting with: @Dark Light

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Genevieve keeps her items in hand, standing with Kenji in the crowd. She held mild interest, listening intently as to not miss something important, although, she supposed that if there was a full ship meeting being held, it was all important. In any case, once this so called ‘mission’ was revealed, she finds a grin creep onto her face.
This would certainly be fun. She wasn’t concerned about the jewels or money, nor did she care. Her parents were rather wealthy, and before she ran away, she…stole a good amount.
But the adventure…that is what she was really excited for.

Hearing Kenjis voice though, her eyes are drawn to him as he talks, studying his posture, how he seems almost disgusted at the greed and bloodlust of the others. It interested her.

Silently she agreed at his statement. She definitely would have gotten more supplies if she knew what was happening…she would have to simply make do for now. Then as her train of thought is cut off, she remembers that he needed medical treatment, but before she could say anything to him, Kenji had already slipped away.
Genevieve sighs softly, moving to follow him. She didn’t want to be a bother, but he had to get treated. Who knows where that brute from beforehands mouth has been…

“Hey,” she mumbles once he sits down, “I still need to treat you…you don’t need to move, I can do it here.” She says softly, moving to sit across from him, placing the equipment she still had on the barrel next to her

K E N J I T A K E D A

_{Back on the ship:}
Interacting with: @Adeline Genevieve

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This time Kenji didn't resist Genevieve's aid, sitting in one of the many hammocks, trying not to let it swing, he gave her a small nod and sat forward, turning his head to the side.

"The Unassailable." Kenji echoed the name from earlier. A hint of reverence as the title sits heavily in the air. He lets out a soft sigh. "I hope you are ready doctor. This will not be anything like your schooling or your books."

When the group got to the ship, everyone got together to hear the news. It was quite unexpected, this change of plans, and also too mysterious and dark for her liking. But there must be a reason for that.

"Oh, wow, that sounds..." she whistled in general, surprised, overwhelmed, interested, even a little scared. "Intense, I guess. No better word for it"

In her mind, Bridget was already thinking through all the variables. She was scared of the outcome, of course, part of her upbringing still shining through and some kind of sick respect for the Governor trying to get to her. But part of her was also excited for the ride. She was just the cook, the tales wouldn'd even mention her, but the idea of being that close to a mission as that one... it felt exhilarating. That would be something to remember in the future, something far better than being the wife to someone else and just waiting at home. That meant really doing, far better than sitting still, and something that sounded like a brilliant way to live.

Interacting with: @Dark Light

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She smiles softly, taking a rag and dampening it, carefully wiping blood from his injuries. Without looking up, she responds, “I assumed as much…I am quite counting on it.”

Genevieve did not fear death. Nor pain. It wasn’t that she was apathetic to these things, but if they happened, she certainly wouldn’t be torn up. In fact, she was prepared for anything. Mentally that is.

“And you? Are you…anticipating the battle?” She asks, keeping her voice soft, her head having started to pound as if a hammer was beating against it

K E N J I T A K E D A

_{Back on the ship:}
Interacting with: @Adeline Genevieve

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"It is not the battle that weighs on my mind, but what will be left of my conscience after."

Kenji spoke softly but firmly. His ghostly whisper stern and serious while his gaze far away.

"Each adventure cuts away at the remaining threads."

He interrupts himself with a sharp gasp as Genevieve treats the open wound on his forehead.

"The futures I rob from the young men simply doing their jobs. The hearts I sunder of mother's, wives and children whose loved ones I take from them.

The days after the battle. The weeks, sometimes months. The stench of death. The decay. The sickness. The long ceaseless moans of the damned and dying. The cries of pain. Injuries that cannot be healed no matter how well you might try. The lack of ceremony as they are given to the sea."

He catches her hand to stop her, and looks into her eyes.

"You can count on that." He says solemnly.

"That, and if we lose too many of our own, then we will force some of those whose comrades we just murdered, and lives we ruined, to help us.

To have slaves on the ship is to sleep with one eye open and to close your heart to the brutality and torture required to keep them in line."

He released her hand and looked away again.

"Many things can be repaired. Your conscience, your empathy, your soul. You will not even realise it is gone until it is too late.

No matter the treasure we find our ship will sit higher in the sea after, with all the bodies we send overboard. That is what I anticipate."

There was a tired resentment covering old worn-out-anger in his sermon.

Interacting with: @Dark Light

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Genevieve doesn’t speak, resting him carefully as he talks, her mind mulling over his words. In all honesty, she has thought about that portion of being a pirate. Ripping families apart, killing fathers, brothers, sons, and the like. Other things she could stomach quite well, a sick and twisted part of her that grew alongside her timid and gentleness from the cellar.

It wasn’t until he caught her hand that she froze, her eyes darting to his own. She wasn’t anxious, for a part of her was sure that he wouldn’t harm her. She didn’t know why, she hardly knew him.
Still, muscle memory shot up to her mind and she flinched, hardly noticeable in just her face. She recovered quickly, his words drawing her back in.

Once he is finished, she is silent for a moment, the creaking of the deck and light chatter of those above sounding much louder now before she finally break the silence, going back to carefully treating the wound on his head, one hand moving the gently tilt his head so she could see better as she speaks.

“Why…why would you join a pirate crew if all this weighs on you so?” She asks quietly

K E N J I T A K E D A

_{Back on the ship:}
Interacting with: @Adeline Genevieve

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Kenji let out a breath, he didn't feel his message was getting across.
"My reasons are my own." He retorted firmly.
Then with a sigh his gaze fell to the floor where he search for his next words.

Eventually speaking up, even softer again.
"I will kill those men, and women, who have done me no harm, who's innocence I cannot judge.
But if I am to make that choice, to go and take their lives, is not the least I can do be weighed down by the consequences?"

He ask, letting a heavy pause follow. Then, more assuredly he confirms.

"We will take the ship or die trying. Blood will stain the sea, and their families will weep. This path has been chosen. To kill without further thought, that is the act of the beast - but to name the deed, to grieve it before it is done... that is the last thread of honour a man may keep in an act that contains none."

His words were seemingly just as much for himself as Genevieve.

Interacting with: @Dark Light

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Genevieve hums softly, mulling over his words. She supposed she understands what he means. It certainly can lead to clarity…less mourning and disappointment in one’s self after the fact.
In all honestly, she wouldn’t mind the killing, or weeping. People die everyday, the men on that condemned ship are no different, they will fall to the sea, to this crew or the next.

But still, taking life was a distasteful act. She wouldn’t tell Kenji this, but really, the amount of reflection that he had on the matter…it was intriguing…rare…honorable. A pattern of traits she has begun to notice.

Gen moves to disinfect the wound on his head before putting a small bandage of it. The gash from the tooth wasn’t too deep or large, it just broke a vein.

“Honor amongst pirates is almost unheard of, save codes and the like.” She says softly, “But yes…I do believe your sentiments are…true. Better to think of this now than in battle…saves a headache.” She hums.

Genevieve already considers the men and women they would meet and fight dead. To her, she would battle ghosts.