Hidden Lilly

Splinters

Name: Amelia Gastrell
Sex: Female
Role: slave girl/cook's assistant (The kidnapped daughter of a Governor)
Looks: She is an average height with fairly mid-length/short brown hair. It has a light wave to it and the ends rest just above her shoulders. She wears a simple boxy, light brown dress. She had a dirty ivory kerchief to keep her hair out of her face and a dirty ivory half apron tied around her waste.
Personality: Timid, meek, somewhat quiet, empathetic, fairly intelligent, humble.

State of Heroes and Villains

@KatherinWinter Yes, Phoebe had put the phone on speaker for them both to talk to Katherin. At least, that's what i'm pretty sure happened.

Splinters

Daniel was very aware of the sturdy man sitting in the room. He knew that he was being watched rather intensely. Since he had brought all of his supplies in with him, he set the crate and bag down beside the head of Avery's bed. He began to take off any bloody dressings to get a better look at the injuries he had done up before.

"If ye be fixin' t' help yer cap'n, I could use a second set o' hands." Daniel said, being both careful and methodical about accessing her. "Ye may wan' t' get a rag t' clean up 'er nose." he suggested. The blood wasn't flowing out of her nose anymore, but the inside was still wet. What had dribbled out was crusting on her face, no-one enjoyed the feeling of crusty blood on them. He chose to say nothing about having what Avery had been looking for, he did not trust this crew or their captain. It was a better bargaining chip than his own life, as things ran among pirates. The lack of colour on Avery worried him the most, so he asked the quartermaster a second time how to handle the situation.

"Ye've seen 'er do this before. How 'ave ye treated it in t' past? There an'th'in' that helps it?" Daniel moved away from her to make a bit more salve to re-dress her wounds after cleaning them out for a second time that day.

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Daniel nodded, acknowledging Bane's words. He looked to the excited cook as they carefully crossed back to his old ship.

"Ye c'n take a look. The cap'n had an interesting taste fer food." Daniel gave her instructions as to where the kitchen would be. He quickly moved down the stairs to his little corner at the almost-bottom of the ship. The ship was unnaturally quiet, swaying along side the Shadow Strike rather than simply by the waves. As much as Daniel disliked the place, the ship it's self was not evil. We wallowed in the sadness the boat seemed to give off as he pulled over a small, empty crate that he could carry. Daniel tossed supplies in as fast as possible, tucking his mortar and pestle into some spare fabric before placing it in among the other things. Once he had packed up what was most important as well as carry, he headed back up the stairs. As he emerged onto the poop deck, he saw Scarlet beginning to cross back to the Shadow Strike. Daniel followed rather briskly.

The crew looked at him with curiosity and mild judgement. He could tell that he would be the talk of the ship until he found his place, where ever the cap'n had wanted him to be. He asked a crew member where her cabin was, since this type of vessel was strange to him. Daniel had only ever known the British Man-of-War's rigging. The swabbie simply pointed him in the right direction without saying a word, or looking up from his task. Daniel climbed the beautifully carved stairs and rapped on the captain's door.

"Miss Avery?" he began, thinking better of his choice of words he corrected himself. "Cap'n Avery?" he asked, unsure if she was alone or not. The murky glass did not allow for much of a view inside.

State of Heroes and Villains

I had Makoto suggest something and I was awaiting Katherin's response but in general I just don't know how to move those characters along.

Splinters

Daniel launched himself off of the deck-boards he had stumbled back to sit on during her display. With sure footing he maneuvered through the dead bodies and slick blood, his boots being stained in the process. When he reached her she had already hit the deck face first.

"Ye was trouble right fr'm th' start." He groubled, rolling her over and checking her pusle once again. It was there, though not as strong s before. He assumed this was her normal pulse since the last time he took it she was about to turn into a demon. "Curse ye fer breathin'." Daniel continued, not truly meaning the curses. He quickly checked her over, accessing what he could. She surprisingly didn't pull many stitches or gain any many new bruises. Her nose however, though not broken, was dripping blood a bit. With effort he pulled her limp body out of the pool of blood the poop deck had become. With her in his arms he carried her to the nearest board that helped to connect the two vessels. Along the way he tried to make eye contact with Bane, as he was a full head above most of the sailors. Avery's crew held the board steady as Daniel crossed with her and the minute he stepped down on her ship he lay her down for her crew to look after her. Finally making eye contact with Bane as he had come, it looked like, to take Avery away, Daniel spoke quickly.

"She be needin' more than what I got on me. Will ye hold the vessels fast 'till I return to fetch th' rest o' me supplies?" he asked. Daniel had a good stock on the Man of War that could all serve her well. His hand brushed the inside of his jacket, to make sure her prize was still on his person.

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Daniel would have protested her moving the velvet bag but to his surprise, she moved it closer to him. He noticed how her hands moved... It was rough but with feminine flare. He was not used to that.

"Me thanks, Miss." Daniel said taking the last few steps towards Bane. "Lets be gone from this vessel." He tried to hurry along, the absence of a remark from Avery and the stiffness of Bane making him turn and look back. Daniel was aghast, she had't been injured or had that much blood spray onto her but it looked as though the skin had been peeled off her upper appendages.

"Bloody hell." Daniel put the young lady down beside Bane and moved towards Avery. "What in th' nine circles o' hell did ye do?!" he scolded. Grabbing the arm closest to him and noting her expression. It was of pain and fear... Bane's seemed to be of sheer terror. "If she be yer cap'n, ye'd know if this has happ'n'd before. What ales 'er?" He ran his strong hands around her arm, trying to access where the bleed was coming from. He found nothing, but still the blood kept coming. "Notthing. I havn't seen nothing like this before." He began to search her other arm, grabbing her wrist tightly he jabbed his index and middle finger into the side of her neck. "Miss Avery, what th' hell is goin' on wi' ye?". Her pulse was still there and pounding.

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Daniel had followed Avery to the cry for help. Upon her version of handling the situation he rushed to the aid of the girl. She was clearly perturbed from her encounter and the man who lay dead at her feet. From what he could remember the girl was new here, this was her first fight.

"Ye'll be alright lass." he said, his voice a low rumble. He was trying to comefort her as best he could so he could find out what happened. There was no use in himself moving all of her clothes around just to be sure she was alright. As far as he could tell there was no sign of blood but if she was infact raped he would need to see the damage. The middle of a gun and sword fight was not the place to do this. The young lady had been reduced to sobbing with her body still in a ball. There was no way he was going to get a story out of her in time.

"Miss Avery," He began, using the best judgement he could. "We will either die here an' save 'er or we take 'er wi' us and th' three o' us live." He said, still focused on trying to soothe the girl. He continued to murmur assurances and try to get her on her feet. He looked up at Avery for a response. "I can carry 'er but it'll make any scrummage difficult."

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Daniel paused with her, evaluating the best way to be up on deck since they both weren't supposed to be seen. While he pondered he tucked the necklace into his shirt. From the sway of the boat he could tell from which side the vessel had been boarded on. Daniel listened to the sounds of the boat and the crew. It was a long shot but most of the crew would be on the poop deck.

"I 'ave an idea. We 'ave t' get down t' the lower cannon deck. Wi' all the ruckus from bein' boarded most o' th' crew will be up top. We can cast a line t' yer ship while the crews battle. We'd slip right b'low their noses." he suggested. It occurred to Daniel that one of the things that would give them away would be her hair. Thankful for the mess the place becomes in a battle, a hat lay nearby. "'ere, tuck yer locks in this, don' want t' be getting caught due t' yer hair." he said, handing it to her. "We'll 'ave t' go back th' way we came Miss Avery." He pressed, wondering if she would turn her trust in him because of what she thought of him, because he held her prize or if she would at all.

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Daniel still wasn't sure how valuable he was to her, of if she would dispose of him at the last second. She didn't seem like that kind of woman but one could never be too sure. Being a pirate was a tricky business, you could trust everyone and no-one. He did agree that they had to get moving. using his free hand he slipped the leather thong holding his hair back away from his scalp.

"Alright, lets be gone then." He said, threading the piece of worn leather though the drawstrings. "But I be keepn' this 'till we reach yer ship." Daniel tied the black velvet bag to his own belt, pulling his coat over to hid it after doing so. It was the best way to add value to himself, to secure his life as best he could. "I won' be runnin' off, don' worry Miss Shadows." the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, somewhat glad to be leaving this vessel and crew behind. "What be yer plan t' get off this seaworthy beast?" he inquired. Daniel's demeanor returned to that of professionalism and seriousness.