“Rachel Wall, what an interesting name for these parts.” Mumbled some creep. He had a piece of crumpled up paper in his hands. This creep also was wearing what looked like aged uniform with a rusted sword, barely hanging off of his belt. Rachel crossed her arms and huffed. “What is it to you?” She said in a annoyed voice. She could smell the fresh sea water pressing against her nose, and the damp clothing hanging off of her, and the heavy weight money pressing against her legs. It was burning a hole in pants.
“Captain of thee ship said you took its money from his cabin. This ain’t the first time you’ve been blamed for something missy. Oh, lookie, your name popped up for murder.” He grinned over the piece of paper, darkness filled his eye, as if it was pleasure for it. “I stolen nothing for this kind gentleman. He asked me to aboard the ship for some… help. I kindly did his request, but not thinking what his requests where going to full extent too. Once I found out, I left. And now you are wasting my time.”
She went to start walking when two guards grabbed her arms. “You ain’t going anywhere missy. There are people talking… saying you killed someone. I have crew members saying you tool the money too. Can’t cheat your way out this time missy!” He hissed at her. “Tomorrow, you will have a trail. I finally have a reason to kill ya.” His grin turned into a huge smile. The smell of his breathe and the yellowish teeth made Rachels stomach turn. “If you don’t kill someone with that nasty smile of yours.” She snapped back.
“Take her away, mates. It’s time to get this rat off the harbors.” The two men agreed and started to drag Rachel towards a stoney building. She didn’t resist. What was the point? They would end up stick her with some who would do worse damage.
They reached the prison cells, opened one of the iron doors and pushed her into it. No food or water. Just a bunch of rats running around. “At lease you could do for a lady on her last night is give her a bed!” She yelled out after them. She sighed and pressed her face against the iron bars, and looked around for signs of other people.
Name: Rachel Wall Crimes: Robbery (multiple counts), Murder Islands Visited: Argton, Windstonbeck, Loretel Dreams/goals: Gain ship, become caption or second hand man. Live forever (fountain of youth). Find limitless gold (no possible). Shoes, tons of shoes. History about the character: Rachel Wall. Around the age of 16 this blue eyed brunette took a trip to attend the funeral of her grandfather. While wandering the docks in this comparatively large city, she met a shady gentleman by the name of George Wall. Against the wishes of her mother she married the man, and the two of them went to live together, where Rachel took a job as a maid, and George found work as a fisherman. Upon his very first voyage, George found some partying friends, and he and Rachel and these new pals partied away what little money they had. Left without money to pay the rent, our trouble hungry couple borrowed or stole a ship at Essex, and began a pirating career. They lured in passing ships by pretending to be in distress, but when their would-be rescuers arrived they found only death at the hands of the Walls and their unsavory crew. Once all valuables were removed to their own ship, the pirates would then sink the captured ships and all those aboard.
Their villainy came to an end, when George was washed away in a storm. Rachel herself was rescued, where her thieving ways continued on a smaller scale. She kept her hand in by creeping aboard ships docked in the harbor and raiding the cabins for theft worthy goods, and in this she was fairly successful. However, she was captured, tried and convicted of highway robbery. On the stand she confessed to piracy, but claimed she had never killed anyone.
"Lieutenant Patrick O'Hagen.." Tomas Ferisgold, the man who the Saepin Navy was trying to pass off as an actual officer, addressed the young sailor before he was moved inside the prison cell. Patrick wanted nothing more than to break the chains binding his hands together and wrap his hands around Tomas' neck, depriving him of oxygen before he could spat more accusations. Besides, since the Captain held his life in such high esteem, should he really be made to breath the air of inferior men?
"You are guilty of theft.." Patrick looked at the man with nothing but contempt. The situation had been grim, the ship's navigator had gotten himself killed by some freak accident and the ship had become lost at sea. Supplies had slowly begun to dwindle and soon enough, before they could find a safe port to set anchor in, the crew had begun to starve. Excluding their noble Captain and his inner circle, of course. So while the rest of them went for days at times without so much as a breadcrumb to eat, they stuffed their faces full. Thus Patrick did what had seemed to him, at the time, the right thing to do. He took as much food as he could from the officers and distributed it among his mates.
"..assault, insubordination.." When word got back to the Captain that someone was feeding the men his supply though, Tomas had been furious. He had ordered the ship be searched from top to bottom, with the exception of his private quarters. So eventually Patrick was discovered as the culprit by Tomas' first mate, Lieutenant Gerald, when they found the missing food among his things. But when Gerald began to berate Patrick for stealing, Patrick's emotions got the better of him and he proceeded to beat the snot out of the guy. Patrick also recalled Gerald specifically ordering him to stop, leading Patrick to assume that was what led to his count of insubordination.
"..mutiny, murder.." But while he was thrown into the brig after the incident, it wasn't too long before his friends broke him out and they attempted to usurp control of the ship. Unfortunately for them, they assumed the rest of the crew would join them in mutiny, but no one actually did. As a result they ended up outnumbered and outgunned by the Marines, his mates were killed in battle, and Patrick himself was recaptured and thrown back into the brig to be made an example of. At the very least though, Patrick managed to take down a few Marines with him before he was made to surrender.
"..and arson.." Patrick vaguely remembered lighting a small fire during a drunken stupor at some wayward bar as the Captain finished up the list of charges he had against him.
"For these crimes, I will see you hang, Mr O'Hagen. Mark my words." Tomas growled, turned to leave and signaled to some soldier to close the cell doors. Patrick looked around and found his situation wasn't all too bad, all things considered. At the very least there was no one else occupying the room, so he could finally have some time to think. Free food.. a roof above his head.. no rent or taxes.. some peace and quiet. That was what kept running through his mind: he was alone again at last. Then, like a cruel joke, the prison cell opened and a young woman was thrown inside.
“At lease you could do for a lady on her last night is give her a bed!" She yelled, then scanned the room. Patrick found himself irritated that he would have to share his cell with another human being when he had just warmed up to the idea of being alone again. Because of this, he couldn't help but make made eye contact and glare at her.
Rachel watched as the iron doors opened for the unknown man entering into her cell. “What is this? There are plenty of other empty cells to put this man in!” she pleaded out towards the guards. The guards seemed to ignore her cries and walked away, disappearing from the set of jail cells within the room. “Well great...” she said in a harsh tone. “My last night, and I can’t get any peace.” She sighed. Rachel leaned against one of the stoned walls and slid her body down into a crouch position.
The money still jingled in her pockets. She reached in and grabbed one of the coins she had stolen from the ship. “Mmmm…” she hummed. She stared at it for a moment, remembering her husband. They always found ways to escape together, and continue to live on their lives. Now, she was in trouble. There seemed like no other way to get out and get out of town. She looked at the man in the cell and tossed her coin at him. “Here, one pound richer. Not like it will buy your freedom, anyways.” She mumbled.
“What brought you here?” She asked, not really caring what his response would be. He looked like a good guy with no reason to be within the containing cell. She figured his response would be a simple theft problem or something small in that nature. At lease it would loosen up the tension that had build up in the cell, since they were trapped together.
Patrick caught the coin thrown at him, held it in front of his eyes and examined it for a moment. It was just a simple copper piece, nothing really special, not silver or gold anyways. As he looked over it though, he couldn't help but muse over the fact that though it didn't even have half the value most coins had, some people would go as far as to kill someone for it. Then again, money was everything in the world they lived in. You could exchange it for anything: food, shelter, women. It was what empowered the weak, but it was also what reduced people to street beggars and thieves. Was it really such a surprise that humans were willing to do anything for it?
"What brought me here?" The sailor echoed her words, "My Captain and I had a bit of a disagreement." Patrick decided to not go into too much detail, as a result of his fatigue. He thought it rude if he didn't ask the woman what had brought her, but judging by her apparel and manners, he could take a few guesses, "What about you?"
"Disagreement, hmmm?" She said softly. "I hate to admit, a small disagreement wouldn't have brought you here." She grin. "Me on the other hand, I was caught stealing." She nodded at the coin in his hand. "A lonely widow has to make a living somehow, right?" She looked over to the iron bars and sighed for a moment. "The guard that caught me is claiming murder under my name, yet I did no such thing..." As she lied through her teeth.
She was famous for acting like the poor helpless girl in need of help. Yet, the second she got what she wanted... she would kill the person. She didn't want rumors going around town about how she is helping herself to everyone's money. Besides, she and her husband use to make a killing of off just a few gold coins. "Besides, I'm being hung tomorrow. Not like I'll be able to leave this island anyways." She glared down at the floor. "I knew someone who would bail me out..." She mumbled.
It seemed odd that once you are a criminal, no one listens to your story. Even if you happen to be in the right. She knew that it was a matter of time before things began to spill about her past. Yet, she was willing to fight through anything to continue her life style. She enjoyed what she did best. Maybe... she could find a new partner. But she had to gain the trust first. She wasn't going to let anyone lead her life. All she had to do is get out of this jail, and soon before night turn to day. "How bad do you want to leave?" She asked fairly quickly towards the man.
Patrick couldn't help but sympathize with what she said and fell right for damsel in distress act that Rachel was playing. Not everyone was as fortunate enough to inherit vast riches or have the same opportunities as everyone else. Hell, the sole reason he had joined the Saepin Navy was because he wanted to escape a life of poverty. He didn't know how to smith, how to tailor clothes, or how to tend to the sick. The only thing he knew was what he had been taught by his father, which was how to be a proper sailor. In the end, his only real choices had been either piracy or military service. The more he thought more about it though, he considered himself lucky to even have had that luxury and regretted his decision to join the Navy. Especially since the whole reason he had joined was so he specifically wouldn't end up behind bars, and since he had ended up in prison anyways, he started to think a life of crime might suit him better.
"Your not the only one being hung tomorrow." Patrick admitted to her he was to be executed tomorrow when she mentioned she too was facing death by the gallows. To add insult to his death though, he knew his old Captain and the rest of the crew would probably be there to watch him die. He imagined Tomas' wicked smile and the cheers of the officers as they watched him suffocate. Patrick wasn't about to give anyone the satisfaction of watching him hang though, so in response to her question, he proclaimed "I'd rather not face the gallows though, so I'd say pretty badly."
Rachel began to have a giant grin on her face. “Great!” She said. She popped up from where she was sitting and looked passed the iron bars. “The only thing is, I never escaped by myself.” She said with a bit of sadness in her voice. Her husband always had a plan, even in the worse of situations. His ideas is what lead her into becoming pirate. “Truth is, I have no clue how to get us out. They keep all the keys in a separate room, and I’m pretty sure you cannot melt our way out of this cell.” She said. She began to look around the ground for anything to use to help them bail out of the iron cell.
“Do you know anything about getting out of here?” She mumbled while patting her hand on the ground. “Since you seemed to know a thing or two.” She joked softly at him. “We need to hurry. The guards check these cells every half hour.” She looked up at him. “Oh ah…” She stood up and held out her hand. “I’m sorry. I’m Rachel…” She said.
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Patrick was almost worried that she would've been hopeless, that she would've given up on any chance of survival, and would've patiently awaited her execution. If that had been the case Patrick would've had to try to break out on his own, an attempt that would've probably been hindered by his fellow prisoner. But as luck would have it, she seemed just as eager to leave prison as he did. Then again there were few Patrick knew personally that would actually want to be behind bars. Maybe the difference between them and her though was that the young woman was taking the initiative and might be able to pull her own weight, whereas other people just waited for someone else to break them out.
By the time she had revealed that she had never actually escaped prison alone and didn't actually have a plan yet, Patrick had already begun to formulate a plan in his head. It was only when she began to search the cell did the last piece of his plan came together though. For a convicted thief, the prisoner didn't look actually as hideous as some of the other women Patrick had encountered throughout his travels. In fact, from top to bottom, she looked quite stunning. That was coming from Patrick too, who could only imagine what the prison guards likely thought of her.
“I’m sorry. I’m Rachel…” Patrick had, more or less, tuned her out while he was admiring Rachel's features but the trance he had fallen into was broken the moment she extended her hand to him.
"Ah, right. Where are my manners? Patrick O'Hagen" He returned the smile, wiped his own hands on his shirt and shook hands with the criminal, "You know, I've got a plan, an ingenious one. One that can't possibly fail. All I need you to do is use your ah.. feminine charms to lure one of the guards into the cell. I'll handle the rest."
Rachel was taken back for a moment by Patrick's comment. "Oh!" She said. She wasn't embarrassed to do his request, but shocked her would ask. "Tell me a little more about this plan." She mumbled as she began to unlace her corset. It would take her a slight moment to unlace the tighten corset. Once loosened, she pulled her hair out from a ponytail and fluffed it out, and jiggled her breasts for a moment. She smiled and went near the iron bars. She looked around and waited for a moment to listen for any shuffles of the guards. When she began to hear something, she called out, "Oh handsome!" is a soft and sexy voice.
When the guard noticed she was calling him, she bit her lip and smiled more at him. She placed her hand onto her inner thigh and giggled. "Why don't you come here for a moment." She gestured her finger towards her. When the guard came over, she slid her hand closer to her sex and giggled. "Come a little closer, my dear?" She said and bit onto her finger. She tilted her head to the side a little and winked at him. She pressed her chest against the iron bars, and began to pull her inner shirt down to give the guard a tease. "If you want some of this, come get it." She said softly towards him.
Patrick was almost afraid that Rachel wouldn't be up to the job or that she would be offended at what he was asking her to do. But she would soon proved him wrong, for in an instance, she transformed herself from a damsel in distress to a common whore. It didn't long for Rachel to entice one of the prison guards and persuade him to join her inside the cell. Patrick almost had to feel sorry for the man, considering what he had in store for him. After all, he worked hard hours and received only enough pay to sustain himself for another day of labor, just like any other citizen of the Kingdom. Was it too much to promise such a man a once in a life time night of pleasure and then to break that promise?
But Patrick didn't have much time to continue musing on the morality of his actions. The guard had taken enough steps towards Rachel and into the cell that it was time from him to make his move. It would've been suicide to attack the guard from head on though, so instead, Patrick had chosen to strike from the shadows and from behind. This gave Patrick the element of surprise, and consequently, enabled him to sneak up behind the guard and deliver a swift kick to the groin.
"Learned that one from experience, I did." Patrick admitted to Rachel as he stood over the now disabled guard, shuddering as he recalled the event. After lifting the rifle bayonet the man had been issued, Patrick proceeded to take up position by the cell doors, where he would keep an eye out for any of the guard's friends. He left the fate of the guard, in addition to the keys and his rifle, to Rachel.