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Water dripped onto the dock from the thuroughly soddon figure whom had just climbed onto it. After a moment of deep breaths of fresh air, the figure rose. Now as the figure stood at its full height, the adjectives tall, blonde, tan, and female could be added to soaking wet.

With the end of her tiresome journey and the promise of a long needed rest at hand, an almost giddy smile crossed her face, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Unclad feet began to traverse their way across the warm planks of the dock. The blonde had not taken but ten steps out of the water when a group of Naval officers rushed onto the dock towards her. With a slight laugh she glanced behind her towards the ocean before turning back to the oncoming group, and raising her hands in the air. She was tire and unarmed, and knew as such she stood no chance in a fight, nor did she figure she'd fair well at another escape attempt. As her arms rose and the white sleaves of her shirt fell away from her forearms, a fresh burn mark was evident across her right wrist in the shape of the english charecter of P.

Early the next morning the female was standing beside a noose knotted six times. To her left there was a man reading aloud the reasoning for her imminent execution.

"Captain Shard Salazar is to be hanged by the neck until dead for the following crimes..." He began, Waisting no time in rattleing off the numerouse offenses she had commited to the crown. Now identified as Shard, the blonde rolled her eyes waiting for him to tell her something she didn't already know.

Shard had been a pirate for as long as she could remember, and had been captaining her own ship for the past few years. Her whole life she'd not been caught once, untill the other day. The navy had came up on her ship and crew while they were docked on the side of a deserted island. She and a portion of the crew had been retrieving some of their gold from a previouse heist, and were met with the realization her ship and the rest of he r crew were gone, a group of navy vessels in their place. After escaping from her first trial, she stowed away on a ship, and as it passed the current port, she dove off of it, and swam here. But Now she was pretty thuroughly out of ideas.

Her arms secured infront of her, she stood otherwise free, despite the armed men surrounding the raised platform. Another man stepped foreward, bringing the noose towards her head. She quickly began Realizing she could either be hanged to death, or attempt escape again and possibly get shot to death. The Choice was obviouse to her, so as the rope came within her reach, she lifted her arms, and grabbed it then began to run foreward using the noose as a swing. Imediatly she was being fired upon, but luckily, at least for the moment, they seemed to miss. Launching herself over the guards she stumbled to her feet, to make a running escape for the city. There were two officers at the door, which she quickly dispatched with two quick kicks. She ran swiftly, and made her way deep into the city with little to no complication. Towards far end of the port city, there was a well guarded and secluded pirate refuge, to which she at long last arrived.

Now she sat in one of the pubs, drinking down a large bottle of rum, and trying to figure out where she would go next... When she made it to the Black port as it was often called, she found she had not made it out entirly unscathed, one of the bullets had torn her shirt, and grazed her side, but after some bandaging it was pretty fine. She looked quietly around the dark room for anyone who might be worth starting her new crew with... For she did know she intended to find a new crew, and a new ship, and start over.

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As it happened, Kaleo was in the same tavern. He did not drink ale like a good pirate should. Instead he was sharpening his sword with a whetstone, pausing every once in a while to look up. He was a bit jumpy, as much as he hated to admit it. The captain of his last ship had been a stupid bastard and had led the whole crew to unwitting ruin. All, except, for Kaleo, who had seen the error of his ways and had tried to convince the captain that running headlong into an ambush was not a good idea.

So, in short, he had to run for his life. Run to a haven for pirates, where he could find a decent job, whether it be legal or not, and lie low for a bit. As he sharpened his sword, the intricate dolphin and sun tatoo twitched.

And then Kaleo looked up again, seeing suddenly a woman in the corner he hadn't noticed. He met her gaze for a moment, and held it, curious. The strong islander smiled a little and nodded, and turned his attention back to his sword. No time to be getting distracted, he decided.

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Sev yawned and stretched, before rubbing his eyes and trying to ignore the rats that were sleeping at his side, pressed up against his torso for warmth. He ignored them, because he recently felt that he'd been growing too friendly with them, and he didn't want to end up going mad.

"Oi, you up yet Sev?" A gruff, surprisingly unfriendly woman's voice sounded muffled through the thin wood closet door. Sev groaned and sat up, sending the rats scurrying for a source of warmth that didn't move as much. The door opened, and a grimy apron was chucked at his face. Sev growled and got to his feet, whipping the apron off of his face and unfurling it. He pulled it on, and wished he had a pistol.

"God, I hate my life..." Sev muttered, pulling his hair out of his face. It'd been a day since he'd found time to wash, and he didn't smell too offensive, but he wanted another dip, just to get the feeling of his rats off of him.

"No one cares, boy. Get to servin'." The maid snapped, picking up her dishes and getting back to the scullery. Sev sighed and went into the galley. The cook, a jolly Asian man, greeted Sev with one of his seemingly endless proverbs.

"When the student is ready, the master appears." He said.

"Well, Cookie, I'm ready to get out of this rat-infested hole..." Sev muttered, picking up a serving plate and beginning to load glasses of ale onto it. He'd been working at the tavern nearly a week before. In exchange for his services as a server/swabber/bouncer, Sev got to sleep in a supply closet on the top floor, and he got to eat whatever Cookie felt like giving him. Whenever he reacted positively to the cook's proverbs, he went to bed full. When he didn't, like today, his meals were a bit more meager.

"There is no pleasure without some degree of pain. There is no pain without some amount of pleasure." Cookie advised, giving Sev another chance for a good meal.

"Thank you, I shall take your lessons into consideration." Sev said, bowing and redeeming himself. He picked up the mugs and kicked the galley door open, walking into the tavern itself and dropping mugs off at tables. He collected shillings, doubloons, and whatever else he'd been instructed to accept.

"Can I get you another bottle, Miss?" Sev asked, bowing his head and grinning at a woman with a nearly empty bottle of rum in her hand. "And, if I may make a suggestion, you might be interested in a different sort of drink. My father taught me much while we sailed, and more than a few lessons involved which drinks to take, and which to pass over..."

The woman had a burn scar on her arm, likely a souvenir from the powers of the continent, and he immediately became interested. Cookie had said something along the lines of, 'When you're ready, someone'll come along and get yer miserable ass out of here.' More or less.

"When I sailed under the black jolly roger, I learned to appreciate the finer drinks..." He added, meeting her eyes.

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Han sat at the bar of a tavern, ignoring the bustle around her. In front of her was a cup of ale, nearly empty. Her brown eyes stared blankly off into the distance, her gaze not shifting when she lifted the mug to her lips for a drink. Just that past morning after breakfast, she had turned down old Jack's offer of an extended apprenticeship. She had wanted to get out into the world, and back on a ship, earning her own fare. Now all she had to do was find a captain in need of a carpenter.

Hanala looked up as some drunk accidentally bumped into her as he stumbled by, and she growled a warning to him. At the sound of her voice, he looked at her, startled, through glassy eyes. She gave him a last glare, then turned back to her drink. She figured, for a drunk, she could be mistaken for a man at first glance, what with her short hair and large build. She was not in any way stunning or gorgeous, but she was relatively attractive, despite the physical side effects of carpentry work on a nearly daily basis.

Her thoughts drifted back to Jack, her former instructor in the trade. He had been like a father to her, not only teaching her, but protecting her from the wrath of any man who didn't agree with the prospect of a female doing a 'man's job'. It had been painful for her to say goodbye, but she knew she would become dependent on him if she stayed with him to continue training, and she did not want that. She felt she was ready to be on her own, and he himself had said the same to her, so now, she was going to prove it. Now all she needed was a crew to join and a ship to board.

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The blonde woman's head was almost completely rested on the table, she'd gotten some sleep since her escapade, but she was still rather tired. with a light sigh she went to take another drink from her jug of rum, to find it was practicly empty. Deciding to save the last drink for a little later she set it back down with a light thump.

Her first job now, was to find a crew. So she looked around the tavern in hopes she would see some worthy pirates, or catch the attention of a server so she could gain some more drink. It only took a moment for someone to catch her eye... A dark haired man of a strong build, with untamed black hair. After a moment, he smiled and nodded, then turned back to his whetstone. She mimicked his nod, but not the smile, not sure what he meant by it, before continueing with her eyes around the room.

The tavern was crowded. It usually was. Crowded, dark, musty, and loud. It was the perfect place to partake in secret conversations without being suspected. A few Oil lamps hung from the high ceiling, and cast the only light onto the floor below. Upstairs there were some rooms for customers who needed a place to stay for the night, or day, as the case may be. Shard was dissapointed in finding that there were few here today that looked worthy of even being called pirates let alone sailing with her. Another man caught her attention, as he looked up and growled at a drunkerd.

"Can I get you another bottle, Miss?"

She stared a little at the voice suddenly so close, she turned to her left to see the server boy indicateing her nearly empty jug. "Aye," She paused to finish off the bottle before setting it on the table again for him to take.

"And, if I may make a suggestion, you might be interested in a different sort of drink. My father taught me much while we sailed, and more than a few lessons involved which drinks to take, and which to pass over..."

She now turned to look at the server again, taking in his height and obviouse younge age. It was a risky business to ask a pirate to change their drink, and most would become violent at such a suggestion. In a tavern like this, He was either gutsy, or stupid. With A light smirk she chuckled, deciding to take him up on this idea. Before she could answer in the affirmative however, she saw his eyes flash to her arm, and her eyes followed his. Noticing her brand was showing... pushing her torn sleave over it she looked back to the man as he began to speak again.

"When I sailed under the black jolly roger, I learned to appreciate the finer drinks..."

She nodded "Aye then, bring me something you think I'll like. And ye should ask those two" She indicated the two she had noticed earlier, the man sharpening his sword, and the man who had growled at the drunkard. "If they have a captain, and if they ask who wants to know, point them in my direction.." With her left arm, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a few gold coins, well over the cost of any drink in the tavern, and dropped them in the Servers hand.

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Kad was sitting quietly in the corner of the tavern, ignoring the ruckus around him. He had a large glass filled with Grick, a special drink he'd learned to make from his pirate teachers. It was just as alcoholic and viscious as rum or grog, but it contained enough lemon and lime juice to prevent scurvy, or possibly blind anyone foolish enough to suddenly attack in a tavern without thinking of lemon juice in a cup. Just one more weapon for the smart type of pirate, and good for ya.

Kad was leaning his chair back against the squared corner, a book in one hand, Grick in the other. The book was large and thick, bound in old, grayed leather, and had indentations that looked like there might've been words or possibly semiprecious stone laden onto the book. The book was, in fact, Kad's greatest treasure, one of the very few written codexes of the Pirate Code. As far as Kad was aware, there were only five complete versions of the Pirate Code, and the other hundred or so pirates had only seen one or two real rules and made up their own crap based off of it, providing that they could read in the first place.

Kad had read the book many times, but he dearly loved reviewing it, so that when it came time to become a true pirate again, he could act like a smartass with a good reason.

"Chapter two, Divisions of Spoils. The Captain shall have two full shares of any prize. The Quartermaster shall have one-and-three-quarter shares. The Surgeon and Cook shall recieve one and one-half shares, and the Carpenter and Sailmaster shall recieve one and one quarter shares. All others shall have one share each. The Captain, First Mate, and Quartermaster may vote and decide to withhold the Cook's share should his food kill a shipmate. The Captain, First Mate, and Quartermaster may also vote and decide to withhold the Carpenter's share should the ship take on water from his faulty handiwork."


After reading this thing hundreds of times, Kad had learned this above all others, that the Captain, Firstmate, and Quartermaster share authority. Though the Captain is head honcho, the Quartermaster rules the crew and keeps order on board, and the First mate keeps the Quartermaster from mutiny and the Captain from going loony, and it is the Captain's job to decide what and where, and to not go loony lest mutiny occur. So, if Kad ever went back to pirating, he'd have to be sure to be one of those three.

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"Aye aye..." Sev said, bowing his head and taking the empty bottle from the woman's table. He was able to determine who she meant with relative ease. There weren't too many outstanding personalities in the tavern. He'd been there long enough to build an understanding of the usual tenants. And the man who openly tended to his tool was certainly unusual. The man who had been bumped into blended in a bit more, but something about him still struck Sev as off. Maybe it was his build. Somewhat slight, yet surprisingly muscular. As he returned to the kitchen, Sev shook his head, and disposed of the empty mugs and bottles he'd collected, before piling on a few fresh rounds.

"Septimus, there's a fight about to boil over... Might start, might not, ye'd best be prepared just in case." the scullery maid muttered, taking the mugs and dunking them under the soapy water. Sev grunted and picked out his preferred stock. The bottle was emerald green, polished until it shone like crystal, and it was stoppered with a blackened cork. The last time he'd had more than two bottles, he'd waken up on the roof, with a pair of bloody fists, a headache, and no knowledge of how he'd gotten into that situation. The taste was unlike anything he'd experienced, both before and since, but the aftertaste was distinctly alcoholic, and it hit him like a cannonball. Sev smiled fondly at the thought of the drinks he could remember, and picked up a bottle. He also grabbed a few more mugs, and bottles of lower quality drink, before walking over to Cookie.

"The maid told me there's a fight in our future." Sev muttered, balancing the tray of drinks on his left hand and holding out his right expectantly. Cookie sighed and handed over a long, thin scaling knife. Sev took it with a grin and slipped it into his belt, beneath his apron.

"I think the quality of your next meal might diminish if you get blood on that knife..." Cookie said. "Human blood certainly doesn't add to a dish..."

"Noted." Sev said, nodding and walking out. He immediately noticed the brewing fight that the maid was referring to. A table near the door was oddly quiet. Several men were muttering, and their sixth round of drinks was surprisingly untouched. Deciding to deal with it later, if the need should arise, he brought refills to some of the patrons. Then, he got down to business. First, the growler.

Sev set down another mug of ale on the mans table. When the growler looked up, Sev met his eyes intently, and muttered a short statement.

"If you're interested in joining a crew, that woman over there said to speak to her... I have to imagine that you'd have some company if you were already dedicated to a vessel..." He said, bowing his head slightly and stepping away from the table. Once he had backed up a few feet, he turned on his heel and looked at the sword-sharpener. It wouldn't be wise to interrupt him in his work under ordinary circumstances, but Sev had little to lose.

"Might I interest you in a business opportunity...?" He asked, bowing his head slightly and grinning, careful to stand in a strategic spot. Close enough that, should the sword that the man was working on come in his direction, it wouldn't gain enough speed to do any serious damage. Far enough away that he wouldn't alarm the man too much.

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The whetstone on the sword ceased its noise. Kaleo looked up, raising an eyebrow on the normally expressionless face. He took in the grin, wondering if he ought to be offended. "What, boy?" he asked, not quite in the rude tone the words afforded. "Looking to get a few hours off from your sorry job? Trying to pay me a poor man's penny to take over for you? I don't think you understand - "

The deep voice of the islander broke off as his gaze fell behind the serving boy to the woman at the table behind. He'd noticed her before, and noticed her speaking with the boy. "Ah," he said, giving the young man an easy grin and pulling his gaze away from the woman for the moment. "I'm guessing young madame o'er yonder sent you on this quest?" He laughed lightly and turned his gaze back to the woman, standing and putting the whetstone away, then slipping the sword into its appropriate loop.

"What about you then?" he asked, eyeing him as if to size him up. "Since when to serving-boys get to be errand-boys for pretty ladies, eh?"

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Han looked up at the boy, taking in the quick few sentences he said before he moved away. She shook her head, then ran through it mentally once before it truly sunk in. Somebody was looking for a crew, and wanted her to join? She turned to see the woman he had mentioned. The blond woman sat alone, yet obviously held the air of a captain. Han grinned to herself, surprised at the suddenness of it, yet, at the same time, extremely pleased that the woman had singled her out as a good option for a crew member.

Han's mind was flooded suddenly with memories of the last ship she had been a part of. She grinned as she remembered her first day on the ship, getting used to sea travel, and meeting Jack. She again shook her head, this time to clear her thoughts so she could properly speak with the woman. She had a crew to join.

The girl took a last sip of her drink, then set it down on the bar. Glancing around her to make sure she would not stand up and run into anybody, Han turned and got to her feet. As she started towards the young woman, she felt excitement bubble up within her, though her face revealed nothing. She side stepped another drunk, who was stumbling about as he tried to get back to his seat, and gave him a glare. He looked up at her with the same, glassy eyes common of most drunkards, until she broke the glare to ignore him again, and continue on towards her destination. Finally, she made it to the woman's table. Not pausing to introduce herself, she jumped right in;

"A server boy told me you were interested in making me a part of your crew?" she asked the woman. She stood in a relaxed position, yet was standing straight enough to make it formal, as any first meeting might be. It was all she could do to keep from grinning with excitement. Her first job, and it had almost fallen right into her hands!

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Kad yawned, guzzled down a two mouthfuls of his Grick, then flipped through the second chapter. Past the Comensation for Injuries section and into the Basic Provisions section.

"Every member shall recieve an equal share of fresh provisions, however acquired, and may take pleasure in such provisions at will, except in times of scarcity. Anyone who takes more than his fair share of provisions at any time and caught shall be marooned and/or shot upon.

Pirates should be creative and innovative, especially when it comes to cuisine. Catch-of-the-Day items can include tuna, dolphin, bonito, swordfish, and mullets as well as any seabird or dove that comes close enough to be caught.

Caution : Best to eat any questionably fresh food in the dark so as to not see any worms or weevils. To test if an egg is fresh, see if it floats in water. If it floats, it is questionably fresh and should be mixed with rum before eating."

Kad was about to take another gulp from his Grick when he read the bit about weevils and worms and slowly put the drink back down for fear of making a horrid scene from his own vivid imagination of eating a biscuit with worms crawling through it. He sighed and shook his head, a pirate's life is treacherous, even when it comes to eating. He supposed that's why some people enjoyed it. However, he could go a lifetime without experiencing such things.

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Do not be restricted by your knowledge and experience. This place turns logic upside-down. What's big is small, what's strong is weak, and heaven is earth.


Once you've come to a decision, follow through with it and give it your all so you have no regrets. However... If you're undecided and unsure, stay that way, and follow through with you indecision. Being caught in the middle is the worst.


There are many people in various places. You act differently towards many. You're always searching for yourself. What kind of ``you'' do you like? And what kind of ``you'' do you want to be? I hope you find the right ``you.'' Good luck to you.



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