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Scourge of the Seas

Alajandro huddled deep in the back corner of El Oso Mareado's hold. He'd tucked himself behind a pair of smoked out barrels of Spanish wine, now crinkling his nose in disapproval of the liquor's bitter stench. Remnants of sea spray laced in algae that had landed on board and trickled down through the ship's woodwork lapped at his toes and backside, soaking into his breeches and through the now worn soles of his boots. he felt like crying but couldn't for fear of being found.

Fortunately for him, it was midday and all hands had to be on deck on one as turbulent as this had turned out to be. Wind whistled through the topsides and the masts could be heard groaning from below deck while stamping footsteps raced about suggesting the sailors were attempting to brace the sails. There wasn't much for living quarters on a boat as small as this, but the hold was used mostly for storage of wine, rum, and salted meats. The sailors slept in hammocks hanging from belowdecks. Alajandro slept on the floor.

After huddling in the same corner for four days and counting -- only coming out to snatch scraps of food where he could -- Alajandro was left wanting that he could grow numb to the aching in his gut. He was dehydrated, only having access to beef stock pilfered from the ship's cook. He wasn't accustomed to drinking alcohol and it had not helped his thirst much at all when he'd attempted it. He couldn't believe he was thinking it, but the conditions the Cinturones Morados had kept him in now seemed like luxury compared to this.

Alajandro could not have chosen a worse ship as his vessel out of La Isla de Culebra. The ship's title had proven a red herring. It was manned by Italians and Portuguese who had commandeered the ship from enemies of Portuguese investors. he'd only been able to pick up on a few words here and there, either the same as or similar enough to his mother tongue. "Norte," "Oeste," and perhaps the most revealing, "Britânico."

Of course, none of this meant anything to him. Recognized, yes. Significance, absent. In spite of having a detailed map of the Caribbean inked onto his back he had never known how to read it. His parents had never given him any such education despite their blatant capability to afford him one. When they poured over his back, plotting routes to the Treasure Cove, he'd heard words such as "Havana" and "Port-au-Prince," but as far as Alajandro was concerned, El Oso Mareado was sailing straight for the beautiful land of Algarabía -- Gobbledegook. It sure wasn't headed home to Tenerife.

Then all at once, it seemed that Alajandro's luck might finally be in the throws of redirection. A word resounded from overhead and then was reiterated and reiterated again. It was a word that Alajandro not only understood, but that actually meant something to him. A promising word that sent his heart leaping into his throat with exhilaration. "Terra!" But it was quickly followed by words out of the captain's mouth, ones that raised question marks in Alajandro's head. He did recognize one but it was about as helpful as any city name he'd ever heard before. Nassau.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Alajandro slowly lifted himself to his feet, feeling them tremble a little bit as his tired muscles slowly returned to life. Cautious not to let his footsteps make any sound against the floors, he slipped out from behind the barrels and over to the bottom of the stairs leading up to the lower deck. Slowly he tiptoed up the stairs until he could just peek his nose over the floorboards. Spotting no one in sight, he finished the ascent and then hastened over to one of the portholes through which the carronades would protrude during combat. He was met with sprawling empty ocean and so grasped a rope securing the cannon in place and leaned out the porthole to squint up toward the bow. Sure enough the ship was making a beeline for the coast. The fuzzy outline of tropics could be spotted from where Alajandro was leaning.

"Ei!" Alajandro's exuberance, tasting freedom on the tip of his tongue, was quickly smothered by panic. He stared up along the flared sides of the ship to see a sailor hanging from the rigging staring down at him. "Quem é tu, garoto?" The man shouted down at him as soon as they made eye contact.

Quickly, Alajandro slipped back through the porthole and bounded toward the stairs down into the hold, hastened by the sound of a thundering stampede of outraged brigands. He whipped his head around in a frenzy. The sight of a canvas keeping salted fish off the floor caught his eye and he made a break for it. He threw himself into it, holding his breath and plugging his nose so as not to make a sound or smell the rancid fish.

"O que está dizendo, Diogo?" Alajandro could hear one of them saying to the other from what must have been exactly above where Alajandro hung now. "Não tem ninguém aqui, homem!"

"Eu sei que vi alguém." The pirate who'd spotted Alajandro, who was now identified as Diogo, sounded adamant about finding him. Alajandro squeezed his eyes shut praying they wouldn't think to look downstairs. His prayers were in vain as he heard footsteps taking to the stairs down into the hold. He was biting into his lip so hard that he was starting to draw blood. However, he didn't even notice. All he could think about was how close his pursuers were standing to his impromptu hiding place.

"Nao tem ninguém aqui." Another of Diogo's companions repeated, sounding annoyed.

A strange silence hung in the air for a moment, only interrupted by the sound of surf hitting hull. "Acho que está certo." Diogo responded at last.

The sound of footsteps growing quieter sounded promising to Alajandro and he opened his eyes, hanging for a second in disbelief that he'd gotten away. After a moment, he leaned over and pulled at the edge of the canvas. As soon as he'd done so he froze in abject terror. Wide blue eyes framed by a wrinkled forehead and drooping jowls hovered inches away from Alajandro's own face. "Te encontrei, garoto." Diogo growled, followed by a foreboding, wheezy cackle. Alajandro didn't have to guess at what he'd said.

Scourge of the Seas

NAME: Alajandro Pamplonio

SEX: Male

DATE OF BIRTH: 21 July 1706

PLACE OF BIRTH; Tenerife, Canary Islands

BACKSTORY: The Canary Islands were the first among the Spanish colonies -- early competitors with the Madeiras Islands owned by the Portuguese. These islands were sprawled with sugar plantations. Sugar cane was a major cash crop sought after by all colonist nations. Cristiano Pamplonio and his wife Felicia Pamplonio Almonzar were proprietors of one of the largest sugar plantations on Tenerife and received subsidies directly from the Spanish crown. However, plantations required laborers and slaves were not cheap. In order to capitalize on profits, the Pamplonios invested in privateers hired to intercept slave ships as well as ships carrying sugar to the New World, hoping to eliminate foreign competition. Because this activity was not sanctioned by the crown and the spoils would be confiscated immediately as sovereign property, the Pamplonios decided to keep it secret. Many of the spoils had to be hidden and used selectively.

A cache of wealth was hidden somewhere off the Yucatan coast. What was important was remembering where the treasure was hidden and keeping the map in a place that would be inconspicuous. Even better would be if the map could get out of the hands of anyone who found it. The answer came as Alajandro. The pirates working for the Pamplonios would keep a copy of the map in the captain's quarters of their ships but were to burn it if ever their ships were taken. A permanent copy of the map was tattooed onto the boy's back at the age of eight. The secret Pamplonio Treasure Cove became a secret haven for pirates profiting off abduction and ambush of considered enemy ships. Business partners of the Pamplonios soon sought to get in on this monopolization and tax evasion scheme. Alajandro became known as the Treasure Prince of the Canary Islands.

However, not all things are built to last. As the Pamplonios began to expand their circle of contributors to the Treasure, the treasure became harder and harder to hide, protect and travel to; not to mention many of the contributors were not always meeting their quota and took to borrowing money to the point of going in debt -- which left the Pamplonios in debt to their pirates. Eventually, what went around came around and the pirates betrayed the family of investors. Cristiano and Felicia were murdered, their plantation was razed, and most significantly, their son was taken captive. The group of pirates who took Alajandro were known as the Cinturones Morados or Purple Belts due to the telltale garment worn signifying their allegiance to the Canary plantation owners which was now moot.

The Cinturones Morados were successful in bringing Alajandro to the New World. At this point, he was the only known copy of the map to Pamplonio Cove. A living, breathing, feeling means to an end. The ship stopped over briefly on the Isla de Culebra off the eastern coast of Puerto Rico. Upon landing, the Cinturones went ashore to gamble and restock, trusting that Alajandro who had never been to the New World, much less the Isla de Culebra, would be smart enough to stay on board. The precaution of tying the boy to a railing below deck was employed but Alajandros small hands slipped straight through the rope loops. The boy jumped ship and scavenged for another to take him away from the island before the pirates would become aware.

APPEARANCE: treijim.deviantart.com/art/Blakely-Hi…

MOTIVATION: Alajandro's main objective is to survive and possibly find a way back to the Canaries. He knows that his parents have perished but he is utterly lost and unfamiliar in the New World. Honestly he doesn't miss his parents who were abusive and manipulative to everyone but especially Alajandro. However, he is a Spanish citizen and is presently scared for his life. He wants to go back to what he considers regularity. He trusts no one and yet is too young to not be at the mercy of adults.

SKILLS/STRENGTHS: Alajandro is small, nearly mute, and fast for a small child. He is also pretty quick witted for someone so young. He keeps his own incentives in mind and owes allegiance to no one. Most importantly, the map on his back makes him valuable and insures that most people will think twice before killing him. He is endearing and likeable once people get to know him.

WEAKNESSES: Alajandro is not adept in any sort of combat style. He cannot fend for himself, he can only run away or hope that the map on his back is valuable enough to keep him alive. Alajandro only speaks Spanish and so is limited in communication. Alajandro is a child and knows nothing about surviving in the New World.

ROLE ON SHIP: Stowaway

NAME OF SHIP: El Oso Mareado (The Seasick Bear) -- disembarks at the beginning.

NAME OF CAPTAIN: Marcello de Sevilla

SHIP DESCRIPTION/SPECS: The ship is a modest, nearly obsolete caravel, 14 meters long, 12 broadside 8 pounder carronade guns. The ship is manned by a crew of 40 men. The flag is has a simple black field with a green bear standing on its hind quarters with yellow clovers in quadrants on each side.

Not So New

@Otaku95 Thanks Otaku~ The warm welcome is much appreciated. :D

Scourge of the Seas

NAME: Alajandro Pamplonio

SEX: Male

DATE OF BIRTH: 21 July 1706

PLACE OF BIRTH; Tenerife, Canary Islands

BACKSTORY: The Canary Islands were the first among the Spanish colonies -- early competitors with the Madeiras Islands owned by the Portuguese. These islands were sprawled with sugar plantations. Sugar cane was a major cash crop sought after by all colonist nations. Cristiano Pamplonio and his wife Felicia Pamplonio Almonzar were proprietors of one of the largest sugar plantations on Tenerife and received subsidies directly from the Spanish crown. However, plantations required laborers and slaves were not cheap. In order to capitalize on profits, the Pamplonios invested in privateers hired to intercept slave ships as well as ships carrying sugar to the New World, hoping to eliminate foreign competition. Because this activity was not sanctioned by the crown and the spoils would be confiscated immediately as sovereign property, the Pamplonios decided to keep it secret. Many of the spoils had to be hidden and used selectively.

A cache of wealth was hidden somewhere off the Yucatan coast. What was important was remembering where the treasure was hidden and keeping the map in a place that would be inconspicuous. Even better would be if the map could get out of the hands of anyone who found it. The answer came as Alajandro. The pirates working for the Pamplonios would keep a copy of the map in the captain's quarters of their ships but were to burn it if ever their ships were taken. A permanent copy of the map was tattooed onto the boy's back at the age of eight. The secret Pamplonio Treasure Cove became a secret haven for pirates profiting off abduction and ambush of considered enemy ships. Business partners of the Pamplonios soon sought to get in on this monopolization and tax evasion scheme. Alajandro became known as the Treasure Prince of the Canary Islands.

However, not all things are built to last. As the Pamplonios began to expand their circle of contributors to the Treasure, the treasure became harder and harder to hide, protect and travel to; not to mention many of the contributors were not always meeting their quota and took to borrowing money to the point of going in debt -- which left the Pamplonios in debt to their pirates. Eventually, what went around came around and the pirates betrayed the family of investors. Cristiano and Felicia were murdered, their plantation was razed, and most significantly, their son was taken captive. The group of pirates who took Alajandro were known as the Cinturones Morados or Purple Belts due to the telltale garment worn signifying their allegiance to the Canary plantation owners which was now moot.

The Cinturones Morados were successful in bringing Alajandro to the New World. At this point, he was the only known copy of the map to Pamplonio Cove. A living, breathing, feeling means to an end. The ship stopped over briefly on the Isla de Culebra off the eastern coast of Puerto Rico. Upon landing, the Cinturones went ashore to gamble and restock, trusting that Alajandro who had never been to the New World, much less the Isla de Culebra, would be smart enough to stay on board. The precaution of tying the boy to a railing below deck was employed but Alajandros small hands slipped straight through the rope loops. The boy jumped ship and scavenged for another to take him away from the island before the pirates would become aware.

APPEARANCE: treijim.deviantart.com/art/Blakely-Hi…

MOTIVATION: Alajandro's main objective is to survive and possibly find a way back to the Canaries. He knows that his parents have perished but he is utterly lost and unfamiliar in the New World. Honestly he doesn't miss his parents who were abusive and manipulative to everyone but especially Alajandro. However, he is a Spanish citizen and is presently scared for his life. He wants to go back to what he considers regularity. He trusts no one and yet is too young to not be at the mercy of adults.

SKILLS/STRENGTHS: Alajandro is small, nearly mute, and fast for a small child. He is also pretty quick witted for someone so young. He keeps his own incentives in mind and owes allegiance to no one. Most importantly, the map on his back makes him valuable and insures that most people will think twice before killing him. He is endearing and likeable once people get to know him.

WEAKNESSES: Alajandro is not adept in any sort of combat style. He cannot fend for himself, he can only run away or hope that the map on his back is valuable enough to keep him alive. Alajandro only speaks Spanish and so is limited in communication. Alajandro is a child and knows nothing about surviving in the New World.

ROLE ON SHIP: Stowaway

NAME OF SHIP: El Oso Mareado (The Seasick Bear) -- disembarks at the beginning.

NAME OF CAPTAIN: Marcello de Sevilla

SHIP DESCRIPTION/SPECS: The ship is a modest, nearly obsolete caravel, 14 meters long, 12 broadside 8 pounder carronade guns. The ship is manned by a crew of 40 men. The flag is has a simple black field with a green bear standing on its hind quarters with yellow clovers in quadrants on each side.

Not So New

Hi hi wayward reader

My name is Ichigo. I am not exactly a newbie to the world of RoleplayerGuild but I haven't been on in years. I have a lot of re-learning to do. I've been writing since I was seven years old. I've published works on certain online sites and even written scripts for certain roleplay style YouTubers. I'm a diverse writer. I can play a variety of characters and don't back down from any genre. I'm best for roles that are subordinate/ obedient. If you need an assistant, cadet, or sidekick roleplayer -- I'm your girl. I like to play an underdog and someone who has a unique set of skills. Someone who may not necessarily be the most adept in combat nor the most quick witted in conversation but definitely the sort of person who comes in handy and is an asset to the group. If this is the sort of archetype you need for your roleplay, please feel free to drop me a line.

My availability may vary but if I'm engaged in a roleplay I'm likely to come on frequently between the hours of 5-12 EST. On occasion I'll create a roleplay but I prefer to join so please keep me in mind.

Peace,

Ichigo