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"There! That one there!" A voice spoke, the volume of its deep tone slowly bringing Marks out of whatever unconsciousness he had been placed in. The first thing that came to his vision was the ground, the dirtied stone floors sweeping under him despite his lack of self-movement. The pressure under his arms only led him to believe that he was being dragged along it. His vision was blurred as things began to form shapes that weren’t there and the ground continued to move in ways he was sure were not the cause of his carriers. Curiosity driving him, he lifted his head up so that his hat didn't block his good eye from focusing on his surroundings to give him a hint to where he was.

Jail bars were the first thing he saw, and just the sight of them caused him let out a displeased groan. "Hurry! Get him chained before he awakes!" came the loud voice once more. Then, still in a haze from having been knocked unconscious from who knows what, Marks felt himself be harshly slammed into a wall. A hand pressed firmly against the upper parts of his sternum, pinning him to the rock wall behind him. The action caused him to yell briefly in pain as confusion washed over him.

He noticed a man in an officer’s coat a good ways away from him, looking onward as the other two guards who had just finished carrying him proceeded to take the chains from the wall and lock them shut around his ankles in an attempt to prevent his escape. Oh, yes… that’s right, he had been caught in one of the marketplaces nearby where he had his crew dock his ship. He had been in the process of wooing one of those naïve little village girls that he was so fond of, until all those officers had shown up and began to point their guns at him. It was typical of him though, having a bounty on your head like every other pirate and having ‘honor’ be one of the many rewards.

Marks let out a hearty laugh as he was reminded of the night’s events and how even now as he was being placed in a prison, everything in the world seemed to be against him and intent on making his life harder then it already was. It was as if it was one upping on itself on its better achievements.

"Silence, Pirate!" spoke the voice of the man in the officer’s coat. The coat was a nice royal blue and had small detailed buttons on it that traveled down to the waist while the rest of hit hung somewhat loosely at the knees. It didn't take long for Marks to figure out that THIS was the man who had been doing all the previous yelling.

"Nice...coat," the pirate replied through his breaths he took in after laughing so heartily, "Where'd you get it?" The other guards just ignored him and continue to work at the shackles at his feet, while the louder officer looked at him indignantly, and spoke once more.

"A man...criminal such as yourself doesn't deserve to wear this coat," he spoke as he tugged lightly on the inner collar, "Come on men, there may still be some of his crew littering the streets as well. Best be on our guard." The man with the coat quickly turned his back to them and headed into a hallway area, which was beyond Marks's line of sight.

"We'll see about that," Marks mumbled to himself as he lifted his head upward once more and looked about the room. It was cold and damp except for maybe the patch of straw teat lined one of the walls nearest to outside window, and the cool steel that had been attached to his ankles to prevent escape caused the light breeze that entered through the window to be amplified slightly. An uncontrollable shudder ran through his body as he neared the straw and fell into it as a child would with autumn leaves. Despite his lack of body heat and his desire for a coat, he let out a relaxed sigh and closed his eyes in comfort.

"If only. If only," he let sung carelessly into the quite of the new morning, causing a few of his fellow inmates to growl in frustration and yell protests at him for singing at such an ungodly hour and waking them up from their slumber when it was only a few hours before the sun rose. In an attempt to aggravate them he sung louder repeating the chorus over and over until he would be satisfied with himself. "With a bottle of beer and a bottle of rum."

((soo tired… got a bit lazy in the end there))

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"You grow up the day you have the first great laugh- At yourself."

-Ethel Barrymore

Glass shattered across the dark street, breaking into smaller peices as it bounced off of the cobbled walk way. Through the glass, came the falling figure of a man yelling atop his lungs. He crashed down into the floor, squealing as shards of the glass pierced his skin as well as his impact with the hard pavement. Grunting and groaning, the man writhered on the floor hurling abuse to the person who had expelled him in an unorthodox nature.

"You bitch...you whore born scurvvied BITCH!"

He roared once the man had gotten to his feet, his skin mingled with blood and dirt. However, these were the last words off the man as soon a small rounded bullet ripped through the air and shot through the skin between the mans eys. He inturn went rigid and sailed down to the floor, wher he landed spread eagled upon the surface.

Stood inside the window, smoke filtering from the end of her Flintlock, stood a tall and sultry looking female. She blew the smoke away from the single barrelled gun, before lowering it down and looking to the simpleton she had just shot. Her hand reached out for the cards he had lay, but bi-passed them and gathered up the pouch of gold he had been holding since their game had began. He had sat their like a greedy ground hog, hording up his winnings, stuffing the odd meat slice into his rotting mouth. Then, when she had lay down all her gold and lost to his cheating, the man had offered the blonde with a notion.

"If I win the next round...I get you for a night"

He had drooled, his eyes undressing her waistcoat and tearing through her blouse. His tone was husky and slurred, drunk from the amount of rum he had poured down his throat. For Erin Harrow, Captain of The Canyon, this had been the last straw. She had mannaged to ignore his suggestive comments and crude hand movements all night, but now that she had seen an ace fall from his ripped sleeve, Erin saw red. Her ring dressed hands reached for the sides of the table and she pushed it aside, the better to advance on he. With a grab of his shir at the scruff of the neck, and at the hulk of his arm, Erin had though the withered and drunk blacksmith from the room they stayed in. The window had been small, but big enough to toss his plump arse through.

Pocketing the Flintlock and the gold, Erin next picked up the bottle of rum he had refused to share with her. With a satisfied and unpleasent smile, Erin pulled off the cork and brought the bottle neck to her lips. Swallowing the liquid, it burned lightly at her throat but it tasted so good. Her battered and peeling boots crunched over the glass as she walked to the dead man, drinking the rum above his corpse.
"
I thank you for the drink"
She remarked, before walking away laughing to herself.

The loud crash of a bullet echoing through the early morning, caused Marks to stop his singing and glance at his cell window for a minute. He had heard another prisoner like himself, exhale the word 'Finally' causing him to continue along with his singing out of pure boredom. What could he say? He just loved to hear them cry... Of course, when time came for him to sleep they would probably try and do the same to him, which was probably not the best position for him to put himself in, but such is the cost for a matter of fun.

"Ten gallon drinks in a bar full of foes," he began another song, the volume of his vocal increasing every so much as he continued on, and the protests began again along with words of hatred and a few threats of his demise. He ignored them and kept singing as he lifted himself to the window of his jail cell and looked through it, hoping to catch a glance of where the gunshot sound had come from.

It was through this that he realized he was on a grassy hill that had been raised a few good feet away from the rest of the city. Beneath him lay the slumbering harbor except for a few bars here and there, and it was through the lights that those cast that he was able to see off in a distance a figure lying on the ground with his blood pooling about him.

"Nothing like a fresh kill in the moooouuuurrrning," he sang as he swung on the bars, practically forcing his voice to sound worse then it was.

"If your gonna sing the song, at least sing it right! The line is 'Nothing like a brand new officer's warning,'" came a voice from his neighboring cell, which he had noticed had not really been complaining till just then.

"The lyric change was in honor of the latest event," Marks said as he smiled in the direction of his neighbor, "Fresh blood deserves a moment of praise don't you think?"

"Fresh blood?" the voice spoke once more. Marks didn't respond and instead looked out the window once more. He looked to the sides of the jail building and noticed a group of guards in speaking to each other near by.

"Hey! Hey! There's a dead body down there!" Marks spoke loudly as if he had just seen the body, "I wonder what lucky bloke that is!" To his satisfaction his words attracted the attention of the red-coated guards and as well as his inmates. Woops and hollers echoed throughout the jail cell in glee at the sight of spilt blood and with a moment of humor among them. The guards looked at the inmates with disdain before running towards the bloodied figure off in the distance. This was his chance.

Turning behind him and in towards the cell hallway he limped towards the cell doors and began to look them over with his good eye. They were on good and tight but with luck he could have his way with the hinges. He looked about the cell for a loose cobble stone with a great size and after no success he chose to search and peel at the walls and hallway.

"You!" came an unfamiliar voice from behind him. He halted his movements and looked to see a guard staring at him sternly, "Did you see this act of violence?" Marks let a suspicious smile cross his face as he neared the figure.

"And what if I did?" he spoke.

"DID you see the killing?!" the guard demanded, not willing to play games with him. Marks didn't say anything and instead chose to just smile at him, loving the fact that with each passing minute the guards anger grew. "Answer me!"

"Not until I get my cane," Marks began again, "You red-coats took it away from me, and now it's terribly uncomfortable to just stand. T'is a very cruel thing to do to a crippled man." The guard looked him over and noticed his shifted sense of weight and difficulty standing.

"Very well," was all the guard said before heading off in a specific direction to go retrieve his cane, "It will do no harm I suppose." Marks just smiled with satisfaction and cried moments of gratefulness to the guard as he left, all the while a well-knowing smirk forming on his face. He would be out of here, before the dawn broke.

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"You grow up the day you have the first great laugh- At yourself."

-Ethel Barrymore

Her feet crossed the cobbled floor, a smirk on her lips and a bottle in her hand. She decided she would walk back to her hide out at a leisurly pace, well, that was before she saw the crowds of red-coats sawrm in around the place.

"Oh crap"

Said she, her eyes watching a few of them advance on her location. She downed the bottle of rum, and it scorched her throat as it trailed down to her stomach, leaving a warm path behind it. Once the bottle was done with, Erin tossed the bottle behind her with a somewhat drunken swagger. It smashed, and she closed her eyes at realising her error. The noise echoed round the streets as one of the naval officers called for a group to investigate the disturbance of night.

Erin had to think quickly and on her feet, she hadn't planned on getting caught. Her crew knew not of a plan, so if she was captured she would no doubt be in a noose by the noon of the morrow. So with a quick about turn, the piratess jumped down and hid herself in some bushes and hoped her presence would go unnoticed. As was the way, it didn't.

"SIR...WE FOUND HER...WE FOUND..."

Began the soilder, but Erin did not give him time to finish his sentence. For her sword was released from her belt, and now sliced through the mans throat, enabling his speech and life. He crumpled down toward her, snatching the sword from her wrist. Cursing, she kicked the corpse from her blade and had to make a decision.

Run or fight?

Blood stained the floor as inmates looked on with awe at the captain, his sword currently imbedded in the guard who had given him his cane. The guard doubled over and gripped at the sword with a pale sense of realization coming over his face. Blood exited his mouth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell unconsciously to the floor. The killing caused a rise of cheers to come from the fellow inmates who had witnessed the guards demise and Marks took a moment to bow before placing his sword in the near by straw and wiping it clean before sheathing it into his cane once more.

Then quickly he neared the newly made corpse and let his hands roam the belt for the keys for only a second before tugging them off and moving to unlock the door. The second the metal lock clanked with acceptance of the guard's key, Marks opened the metal bars that encaged them and did another gentlemen's bow with compliance to the cheering.

"Thank you, my fellows, thank you," he spoke before he bent to pick take the red coat from the guard and placed it on his shoulders. The act earned him more cheers and he took another bow before he began to hobble in the direction of the exit. The cheers immediately died down and followed with growling.

"Hey, what about us?!" came a voice, causing Marks to stop and look back at the voice in question.

"Yes, what about you?" he spoke almost in a confused mockery, "Surely you lot would only slow my escape down, you don't expect me to free all of you do you?" He turned to begin his walk once more as protests filled the room and cheers turned to swears. He ignored them until he spotted his neighbor out of the corner of his eye. He was a younger gentleman who sat huddled in a corner on his own hay patch. Like before he remained silent.

Marks had a moment of compassion come over him, for a split second and motivated by it he moved to unlock the door, opening the gate to his neighbor.

"Hey! How come you let him go?!" came another roar of protests. Marks just let a playful smile come across his face as he tossed the keys to the young man and said, "Because he didn't complain about my singing."

With his peace made, he quickly hobbled out into the jail hall and out of the building entirely, making sure to make a swift exit as he headed to the hidden area where he had had his men dock his ship.

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"You grow up the day you have the first great laugh- At yourself."

-Ethel Barrymore

Erin's sword danced fastly through the air, slaying those that were supposed to be naval officers. Perhaps it was because she were a women, but they all seemed to hold back in the battle. Well, more fool them, thought Erin as she plunged her cutlass through yet another of the kings men.

The more she killed, the more arrived. Erin saw this as a never ending battle, and she was fighting for the loosing side. Her eyes spied muskets, and now she knew was time to run. So when the first round was fired, and they all missed, Erin bowed her head in thanks before jumping back down the wall she had been hiding behind before their arrival.

Erin ran, but bullets and men followed after her. Through the rowdy streets, Erin tried to loose herself in the crowd. If she was caught, then all hell would break loose. She was one of the most notorious pirates on the seas, and if it weren't for that flamming Marks, she would own the oceans.

Erin's luck was in, once she an the corner, the blonde found herself outside the tavern were most her crew sat. Although majoroty of them were pissed as farts, they would still be up for a battle.

"Time to play..."
She called to them all, and as one, her crew fetched their swords and pistols and joined their captain in a fight against the Navy.

It was as Marks headed in the direction of his ship that gunfire unloaded into a large commotion near by. In fact it was so near by that he could hear and feel bullets whizzing by him with each step he took. For fear of getting shot he took shelter inside the nearest building and passed through what seemed to be a shop before stepping out into the gun battle itself. Not intending to go in such a direction he quickly felt a sense of fear come over him before he ducked back into a building and found the nearest window to look on at the battle. It was then that he saw her.

"Damn," was all Marks could bring himself to say as he watched the fight go on before him, Captain Erin Harrow leading in the carnage. She was not on the top of his list when it came to people he would like to meet, rather she was more on the bottom.... very bottom... dead last. Yes, of all the people in the world he would have liked to avoid her the most, especially as he was with no crew mates around him.

"Best be leav'n before she finds me," was all he said as he took a few steps back on near tip toe. At the cocking of a gun he froze, looking behind him with wide eyes causing the shop owner to come into view, still dressed in his sleeping wear and with a woman wrapped in a sheet behind him. In his hands he held what looked to be a large rifle, one which had a very clean barrel from what Marks could see considering his position.

"What are you doing in my shop? We're closed to customers at this time," he said sternly while adjusting his grip on his gun. Marks just gave him a playful smile as he rose his hands into the air, grasp still firm on his cane, before speaking.

"Just a bit of curiosity is all that brought me here," he began, "You see, I get rather excited at the sound of gunfire."

"Don't lie to me. Every inch of ya' looks like a pirate. I know you come here to rob me blind while I slept."

"Sleeping?" Marks spoke, not willing to pass up the chance to crack a few jokes, "With such a fine young lady in your bed, and barely clothed? Good sir, are you mad?" The statement caused the woman to huddle behind the man even more and hold the sheet to her tighter, which made Marks chuckle lightly.

"You some kind of pervert?" the shop owner said rather angrily as he began to focus even harder on his aim.

"No, just a man who knows what he likes," was all Marks said before he gave a smile and a wink in the direction of the woman, causing her face to flush slightly. The shop keeper noticed this and before anything else could be said he shot his rifle in the direction of Marks, hitting his hat and shattering the window behind him. Marks just froze and took a second to look behind him at the shattered window and down at his hat which now had a bullet hold in it.

"Aw, now that's not a good thing to do is it?" he said, "I was only complimenting your tastes."

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"You grow up the day you have the first great laugh- At yourself."

-Ethel Barrymore

"Oh bugger it!"
Snapped the drunken Ryder as she swung her sword through the air, and soon found herself unarmed. Lifting her foot from the floor she kicked the man in between the legs after thinking of her next fight move. When this worked to her advantage, she smiled before stealing his sword from him and plunging it into his chest. Kicking him from the blade, she turned and swung the blade once more through another of the naval personal.

"PULL BACK...TO THE SHIP!"
She heard her first mate roar, and the blonde was gratefull of the cry. The more she slay, the more were replaced. And no matter how hard she fought, they would not win this. However, they would have to loose the men before heading to the ship, they could not risk being caught.

This moment of thought cost her, for she was kicked hard and it forced her to fly through a window, and land atop a pile of glass and a man. When her eyes creaked open, she saw a man and naked women with a gun pointing at them. Growling, Ryder got to her feet and pulled out her own Flintlock before pointing them at the man.

At the sudden weight of a body on him, Marks let a groan of pain emit from him. He rolled over to get the person off of him and looked on in mild horror at the sight of who it was. "Well, I knew inwardly, you had a soft spot for me, but this is a bit unexpected," he said to her as he stopped his movement and just smiled innocently.

"Who....Who are you? One of his friends?" came the shaky voice of the shop keeper who steadied his hand on his rifle once more, the sudden arrival of another person having startled him.

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"You grow up the day you have the first great laugh- At yourself."

-Ethel Barrymore

Ryder listened to his remark, and the blonde shook her head and scowled. Oh how she loathed this man, how he claimed himself a Captain she did not know. To her he was a joke and a prat, and she shook her head and turned back to the man who had spoke.

"If you know whats good for you...i'd take yourself and your wench back upstairs"
Remarked Ryder, as the glass crunched beneath her walking feet. She really did not have time to stop, she would not be caught.