"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil be done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike, The bosun brained with a marlinspike and cookey's throat was marked belike. It had been gripped by fingers ten; and there they lay, all good dead men like break o'day in a boozing den, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"
The crew of the Red Beauty sang, clinking their dented tin mugs of rum together after a hard days work, the Captain strolling around the deck as the heels on her black polished boots clicked on the wooden floor boards that were above the treasure trove. She took a large swig from her mug of rum, going to the starboard side of the ship and leaning against the intricately carved boards that decorated each part of the ship. It had taken her family years to do, but the whole ship had been carved into each and every board of the ship, telling stories of the victories that they'd had. This ship had been around for generations, and had been entrusted in the young woman's care on her eighteenth birthday. She had been captain for only a good six years, yet the entirety of the seven seas knew her name. She was ruthless, known for getting the job done with whatever means necessary, and her beauty was a treasure in itself. Her red hair blew in the salty sea breeze, a sigh escaping her full lips as they hadn't had any excitement on the ship at all; No storms, no treasure hunting, and certainly no women for the men aboard to fool around with.
The Captain wondered if they were having a dry spell, fearing that her loyal crew would get restless and try to take over the ship themselves. They could try, but she knew deep down they were scared of her. They knew what she was capable of, and they feared and respected her for it. But the men continued to sing, so her worries were calmed for now. Her ears caught sounds of rustling gold down below her feet, looking about and seeing all her crew were above deck. She carefully made her way across the deck as to not alert the intruder, her crew too drunk to even care. They were having fun, and the Captain hoped that it was a human and not just a couple of rats.... She hated rats.
"Fifteen men of 'em good and true, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! There was chest on chest of Spanish gold, with a ton of plate in the middle hold, and the cabins riot of stuff untold. And they lay there that took the plum, with sightless glare and their lips struck dumb. While we shared all by the rule of thumb, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"
The Captain drew her long and beautifully crafted sword from her scabbard, slowly heading down the barely lit stairs by the light coming from the old copper lanterns hanging throughout the ship, looking around and making her way through the bowels of the ship till she got to the door that led to treasure room. The Captain stopped to listen as she wanted to know if it had been her imagination running wild, the sound of the rustling gold louder than she'd ever heard before. Quietly and carefully she opened the door, her eyes wide as she stared at the sight before her.
"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil be done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil be done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"
There was a.... A human? With wolf ears? "What in Merlin's beard is this?" Was all she could muster as she looked at him, the sight of the handsome man who not only had wolf ears but a tail no less, he looked like.... The statue they had just stolen from that temple. But how? How could it change into a human being? The man turned to look her way, the Captain nervous as she wished she had her flintlock right then. Curse her first mate for not cleaning it fast enough! He made his way over to her and opened up the door, the Captain pointing her sword at him before the man let a small smile grace his lips. "Thank you for getting me out of that temple. You cannot imagine how long I've waited for the full moon to shine on my statue for it to me free me." He said though the Captain still did not lower her sword.
"You aren't going to harm us, are you? Because if you do, I will kill you in less than an instant." She threatened in a tone that was truly menacing, the wolf shaking his head no as he place his hand on his heart. "I swear to not harm you nor your crew." He said earnestly before the Captain lowered her sword and smile at him.
"Welcome to the Red Beauty!"
So, that was the 1x1 preview to the idea I had. Though the other interest check I had an idea, I do have an idea for this RP but I want to collaborate on the idea, though I will share my idea first in order for us to have something to go off of. So if you are interested in this RP, just send me a PM titled "The Red Beauty has a rose on the sail"
Oh, and here are the rules! If you have read them, in your first sentence write what your favorite type of fox is!
Can't wait to hear from you! :3
The crew of the Red Beauty sang, clinking their dented tin mugs of rum together after a hard days work, the Captain strolling around the deck as the heels on her black polished boots clicked on the wooden floor boards that were above the treasure trove. She took a large swig from her mug of rum, going to the starboard side of the ship and leaning against the intricately carved boards that decorated each part of the ship. It had taken her family years to do, but the whole ship had been carved into each and every board of the ship, telling stories of the victories that they'd had. This ship had been around for generations, and had been entrusted in the young woman's care on her eighteenth birthday. She had been captain for only a good six years, yet the entirety of the seven seas knew her name. She was ruthless, known for getting the job done with whatever means necessary, and her beauty was a treasure in itself. Her red hair blew in the salty sea breeze, a sigh escaping her full lips as they hadn't had any excitement on the ship at all; No storms, no treasure hunting, and certainly no women for the men aboard to fool around with.
The Captain wondered if they were having a dry spell, fearing that her loyal crew would get restless and try to take over the ship themselves. They could try, but she knew deep down they were scared of her. They knew what she was capable of, and they feared and respected her for it. But the men continued to sing, so her worries were calmed for now. Her ears caught sounds of rustling gold down below her feet, looking about and seeing all her crew were above deck. She carefully made her way across the deck as to not alert the intruder, her crew too drunk to even care. They were having fun, and the Captain hoped that it was a human and not just a couple of rats.... She hated rats.
"Fifteen men of 'em good and true, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! There was chest on chest of Spanish gold, with a ton of plate in the middle hold, and the cabins riot of stuff untold. And they lay there that took the plum, with sightless glare and their lips struck dumb. While we shared all by the rule of thumb, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"
The Captain drew her long and beautifully crafted sword from her scabbard, slowly heading down the barely lit stairs by the light coming from the old copper lanterns hanging throughout the ship, looking around and making her way through the bowels of the ship till she got to the door that led to treasure room. The Captain stopped to listen as she wanted to know if it had been her imagination running wild, the sound of the rustling gold louder than she'd ever heard before. Quietly and carefully she opened the door, her eyes wide as she stared at the sight before her.
"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil be done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil be done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"
There was a.... A human? With wolf ears? "What in Merlin's beard is this?" Was all she could muster as she looked at him, the sight of the handsome man who not only had wolf ears but a tail no less, he looked like.... The statue they had just stolen from that temple. But how? How could it change into a human being? The man turned to look her way, the Captain nervous as she wished she had her flintlock right then. Curse her first mate for not cleaning it fast enough! He made his way over to her and opened up the door, the Captain pointing her sword at him before the man let a small smile grace his lips. "Thank you for getting me out of that temple. You cannot imagine how long I've waited for the full moon to shine on my statue for it to me free me." He said though the Captain still did not lower her sword.
"You aren't going to harm us, are you? Because if you do, I will kill you in less than an instant." She threatened in a tone that was truly menacing, the wolf shaking his head no as he place his hand on his heart. "I swear to not harm you nor your crew." He said earnestly before the Captain lowered her sword and smile at him.
"Welcome to the Red Beauty!"
So, that was the 1x1 preview to the idea I had. Though the other interest check I had an idea, I do have an idea for this RP but I want to collaborate on the idea, though I will share my idea first in order for us to have something to go off of. So if you are interested in this RP, just send me a PM titled "The Red Beauty has a rose on the sail"
Oh, and here are the rules! If you have read them, in your first sentence write what your favorite type of fox is!
Can't wait to hear from you! :3
