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I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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"Quaint," Lancaster said to herself, making it unclear if she was talking about the newly introduced woman or the little town itself.
Sidney Lancaster prided herself on being just as brash and bloody as any other pirate on the seas, but also made her fame by sometimes showing what could only be called a nicer side. For now, she'd be respectable. She could get a lot out of Faflon if she kept talking him up. He was already taking most of her wares.
From behind, she could feel a set of eyes on them. It was Ry, a young man a few years younger than herself, and the boy of the ship. He knew the Black Corsair almost as well as she did, but his attempts at trying to gain respect and authority seemed half-assed, like he almost wanted to stay on the sidelines, watching.
Well, no time like the present.
"Ryland, get over here." She commanded with a sway of her head. The young man jumped and rushed to her side.
Ryland wasn't quite sure what was going on, this wasn't normal business. The woman who Faflon the merchant had invited over was beautiful and mysterious. She held a face that seemed distantly familiar. "Yes, captain?"
"Oversee the rest of this trade. I'm going to use our new coin on some well-earned drinks." Her order was casual, almost careless, but the edge in her voice remained. "Simple enough for you, eh? I trust you can make us some more money from Fafland by the end of the day." She finished with a wry smile, laughing to herself before walking up. She didn't even bother listening to Ryland accept the orders. She knew he'd do it. He was a faithful dog.
Ryland looked back at the merchant and the woman almost expectantly, like they were trying to offer something up to him. "We have a little more blasting powder on the ship. Could sell it to you." What could they possibly gain from buying gunpowder? This was a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. Nobody was going to come by looking for powder. Rylan mentally hit himself in the face for such a suggestion.
"Wait, I got it!" He said almost excitedly as an idea came to him. "I've got some figures, wooden, that you might be able to sell. I've got a ton, being on the seas day and night." They didn't have as much use as gunpowder, but little figures like that would be something Faflon could pawn off to someone else, and get Ryland's works circulating. Hopefully it'd mean that he could sell them himself on day for much more than whatever the merchant would be willing to give to him.
Sidney Lancaster prided herself on being just as brash and bloody as any other pirate on the seas, but also made her fame by sometimes showing what could only be called a nicer side. For now, she'd be respectable. She could get a lot out of Faflon if she kept talking him up. He was already taking most of her wares.
From behind, she could feel a set of eyes on them. It was Ry, a young man a few years younger than herself, and the boy of the ship. He knew the Black Corsair almost as well as she did, but his attempts at trying to gain respect and authority seemed half-assed, like he almost wanted to stay on the sidelines, watching.
Well, no time like the present.
"Ryland, get over here." She commanded with a sway of her head. The young man jumped and rushed to her side.
Ryland wasn't quite sure what was going on, this wasn't normal business. The woman who Faflon the merchant had invited over was beautiful and mysterious. She held a face that seemed distantly familiar. "Yes, captain?"
"Oversee the rest of this trade. I'm going to use our new coin on some well-earned drinks." Her order was casual, almost careless, but the edge in her voice remained. "Simple enough for you, eh? I trust you can make us some more money from Fafland by the end of the day." She finished with a wry smile, laughing to herself before walking up. She didn't even bother listening to Ryland accept the orders. She knew he'd do it. He was a faithful dog.
Ryland looked back at the merchant and the woman almost expectantly, like they were trying to offer something up to him. "We have a little more blasting powder on the ship. Could sell it to you." What could they possibly gain from buying gunpowder? This was a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. Nobody was going to come by looking for powder. Rylan mentally hit himself in the face for such a suggestion.
"Wait, I got it!" He said almost excitedly as an idea came to him. "I've got some figures, wooden, that you might be able to sell. I've got a ton, being on the seas day and night." They didn't have as much use as gunpowder, but little figures like that would be something Faflon could pawn off to someone else, and get Ryland's works circulating. Hopefully it'd mean that he could sell them himself on day for much more than whatever the merchant would be willing to give to him.
"...Ear-leigh in the morn'in"
The gang of sailors and pirates sang and chanted a merry tune, an ironic one that they all knew the humor of in their situation. Weeks out at sea, moving from the Indies back up to good old Great Britain. Old was a rather key word when it came to what most considered their home, and old was the word in their minds when they saw the port town they were approaching.
It was a town that they had stopped at a small handful of times, but Captain Lancaster had decided that it was worth their time to make a stop here and enjoy solid land for a bit before going further up north. It was promised to be a short stop, but something about the captain's words made it seem like they'd be on the land a little longer than expected. Something was wrong, but nobody would say what it was.
Especially not to Ryland. The poor boy couldn't catch a break. Even more than ten years to the ship, very few on the ship treated him with the respect that came with someone with that much experience. It didn't bother Ryland too much. He did his work, the crew appreciated him enough, and sometimes he took another loaf of bread or two from their rations without much consequence.
They had some merchandise to drop off to the town, among other things. After a clash with another ship, The Black Corsair needed a little repairing. It wasn't much dangerous damage, but just enough to be concerning if they got into another scrap.
"Alright, lads. Get the goods ready. Once we drop off our load and get the gold, I don't care what you do with yourselves, just don't die." It was their glorious captain Lancaster barking the orders as they neared the port. Ryland was already on it, barely able to hear her commands from below deck as he made sure that everything was right and ready for hauling. Ryland vaguely remembered the merchant Captain Lancaster talked with during the previous stops at the port town, but mostly by face than reputation. Hopefully it was the same person with the same rates.
She was met with a cheering of "aye" from her crew, and with little space between them and the dock, they lowered their sails and set out the gangplank.
Sidney Lancaster stomped on the ground just above Ryland. She knew he was there, and he knew that she knew he was there. The commands didn't need to be said to him. This was routine business for him, and he was already on top of what he needed to do. Shortly afterwards, the rest of the crew came down and started picking up the supplies that Ryland was directing them to. Some grunted, scoffed, or didn't say anything to him, but they all listened at least somewhat. If he figured right, Captain Lancaster was already on the docks looking for their merchant, looking for that sweet deal.
When the last of the goods were picked up by Ryland himself, he took himself above deck and starting moving the goods onto the port, unloading them and waiting further instruction.
The gang of sailors and pirates sang and chanted a merry tune, an ironic one that they all knew the humor of in their situation. Weeks out at sea, moving from the Indies back up to good old Great Britain. Old was a rather key word when it came to what most considered their home, and old was the word in their minds when they saw the port town they were approaching.
It was a town that they had stopped at a small handful of times, but Captain Lancaster had decided that it was worth their time to make a stop here and enjoy solid land for a bit before going further up north. It was promised to be a short stop, but something about the captain's words made it seem like they'd be on the land a little longer than expected. Something was wrong, but nobody would say what it was.
Especially not to Ryland. The poor boy couldn't catch a break. Even more than ten years to the ship, very few on the ship treated him with the respect that came with someone with that much experience. It didn't bother Ryland too much. He did his work, the crew appreciated him enough, and sometimes he took another loaf of bread or two from their rations without much consequence.
They had some merchandise to drop off to the town, among other things. After a clash with another ship, The Black Corsair needed a little repairing. It wasn't much dangerous damage, but just enough to be concerning if they got into another scrap.
"Alright, lads. Get the goods ready. Once we drop off our load and get the gold, I don't care what you do with yourselves, just don't die." It was their glorious captain Lancaster barking the orders as they neared the port. Ryland was already on it, barely able to hear her commands from below deck as he made sure that everything was right and ready for hauling. Ryland vaguely remembered the merchant Captain Lancaster talked with during the previous stops at the port town, but mostly by face than reputation. Hopefully it was the same person with the same rates.
She was met with a cheering of "aye" from her crew, and with little space between them and the dock, they lowered their sails and set out the gangplank.
Sidney Lancaster stomped on the ground just above Ryland. She knew he was there, and he knew that she knew he was there. The commands didn't need to be said to him. This was routine business for him, and he was already on top of what he needed to do. Shortly afterwards, the rest of the crew came down and started picking up the supplies that Ryland was directing them to. Some grunted, scoffed, or didn't say anything to him, but they all listened at least somewhat. If he figured right, Captain Lancaster was already on the docks looking for their merchant, looking for that sweet deal.
When the last of the goods were picked up by Ryland himself, he took himself above deck and starting moving the goods onto the port, unloading them and waiting further instruction.
Thanks! Anything else you wanna discuss before we start getting into things?
not as pretty as yours, but I'll clean it up more later. Sunday was even busier than it normally is for me, so sorry about not getting back to you sooner.
Name: Ryland "Ry" Crawford
Species: Human
age: 24
appearance: A young man standing at about five feet and eight inches, Ry had the build of a man very much used to hauling around equipment and pulling on ropes all day long. His blonde hair and silvery blue eyes were those of his mother, while his careful face belonged to his father.
skills: Boat proficiency - While spending so much time on the Black Corsair, Ryland has a lot of knowledge about the boat and how to sail it, even if he never was the one at the wheel. Zooming back and fourth between areas help keep him intimately familiar with the ship.
personality: The young blood who can't catch a break. Though he's been with the crew since a boy, he's still a boy to them despite his attempts at proving that he can do more. His desire to do more and be more is welcomed at sea, and not even the storms themselves have washed away his sunny demeanor. He has to keep it up, lest he sinks in morale like the rest of the crew on their bad days.
Moderately athletic- lifting and moving things around on a constant basis keeps RYland fit for duty, even if he doesn't always want to be the one carrying the heavy things.
Artist- It doesn't show up as much now that he lives on a ship, but Ryland was quite the artist back when he lived with his parents. He's best with paint and ink, but has been known the pass the time on the ship by carving figures out of wood.
biography: Born in a southern England town, Ryland always had a need to do something, yet he could never place it. His poor family often resorted in working for some seedier people, including pirates. When Ryland's father had a loan that was far too much for anything other than his life, the pirates took Ryland in exchange for the man's life. It almost seemed unfair, but the boy was treated well enough. Food, a bed, and a job. He spent most of his life on the Black Corsair under the leadership of the Lancaster family, specifically Martin Lancaster, the previous captain, and his daughter and successor, Sidney.
Species: Human
age: 24
appearance: A young man standing at about five feet and eight inches, Ry had the build of a man very much used to hauling around equipment and pulling on ropes all day long. His blonde hair and silvery blue eyes were those of his mother, while his careful face belonged to his father.
skills: Boat proficiency - While spending so much time on the Black Corsair, Ryland has a lot of knowledge about the boat and how to sail it, even if he never was the one at the wheel. Zooming back and fourth between areas help keep him intimately familiar with the ship.
personality: The young blood who can't catch a break. Though he's been with the crew since a boy, he's still a boy to them despite his attempts at proving that he can do more. His desire to do more and be more is welcomed at sea, and not even the storms themselves have washed away his sunny demeanor. He has to keep it up, lest he sinks in morale like the rest of the crew on their bad days.
Moderately athletic- lifting and moving things around on a constant basis keeps RYland fit for duty, even if he doesn't always want to be the one carrying the heavy things.
Artist- It doesn't show up as much now that he lives on a ship, but Ryland was quite the artist back when he lived with his parents. He's best with paint and ink, but has been known the pass the time on the ship by carving figures out of wood.
biography: Born in a southern England town, Ryland always had a need to do something, yet he could never place it. His poor family often resorted in working for some seedier people, including pirates. When Ryland's father had a loan that was far too much for anything other than his life, the pirates took Ryland in exchange for the man's life. It almost seemed unfair, but the boy was treated well enough. Food, a bed, and a job. He spent most of his life on the Black Corsair under the leadership of the Lancaster family, specifically Martin Lancaster, the previous captain, and his daughter and successor, Sidney.
And here we go~
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