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For the Poor - Pirate/Princess 1x1 (Maestro & Heaven)

Jacob left the girl there, and walked back to his boat. He took a few steps onto the deck, and then paused. He dropped to his knees, and then sat himself down on the side of the boat, leaning against the edge of the deck. He turned his face up to the sky, and let the sun beam down on his face. He soon fell asleep, taking a brief nap. It was only until Pierre stomped loudly on the deck that he woke up. Jacob slowly opened his eyes, and stood up, rubbing his shoulder. Pierre waved, and then went immediately to his cabin. Jacob decided to follow, as the sun set over the seas.

Jacob flung himself on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Pierre began writing in his notebook as he sat on the bed, occasionally tapping his pen to his chin as he wrote. This reminded Jacob that he hadn't wrote in his own journal, but Jacob soon decided that he simply didn't care. There was way too much to write, and Jacob felt too tired. As the hours ticked by, Pierre finished, and eventually went to bed. He whispered a quick goodnight to Jacob, but then all went silent. The sound of the waves gently lapping up against the side of the Black Tortuga was the only noise to be heard, but even with the peace and quiet, Jacob didn't sleep.

He wasn't nervous, but he spent almost all of his time thinking about the future. He was planning his next route of travel. Jacob, truthfully, didn't want to stay here much longer. There was something about the royal family that made him feel uneasy. He was silently thinking when he heard a small bump from upstairs. His eyes widened and he nearly threw himself out of bed, grabbing his cutlass with him. He ran upstairs and kicked open the door to his quarters, and saw the thief, tangled and on the floor.

Jacob didn't even bother to roll his eyes, he stomped up to the intruder, and pointed his sword at them. "I've had enough now." he hissed. "Hadn't you learned from yesterday?" Jacob yelled, but didn't touch the rope. Instead, he placed his foot on their tangled ankle, and applied pressure, but not enough for it to hurt. Just enough so that they couldn't squirm it around and try to slip out of the knot anymore.

"Listen," Jacob said. "Lift you hood right now. I want to see your crooked little face." he hissed, and leaned forwards. "I'll let you do it yourself, or otherwise, I'll have to slash that hood off by force."

For the Poor - Pirate/Princess 1x1 (Maestro & Heaven)

I'm so sorry. I haven't been able to reply just yet! I'm extremely busy this week, so I'm not sure when I will be able to reply. I'll get one up on the weekend at the LATEST! c:

For the Poor - Pirate/Princess 1x1 (Maestro & Heaven)

Jacob didn't reply to her words. He wasn't looking for a fight. Not now, and not with her. Certainly she knew a thing or two about money, so he kept his mouth shut. Jacob watched as she pulled forwards, ahead of him. He didn't bother to chase her, since it would just seem like he was a persistent, rude man who had no boundaries. Especially when it came to women, he made sure he backed off. He hated men who used women, and even though this concept was quite common from what he'd seen, he swore that he'd never do such a vile thing, especially not after his mother was treated so poorly by his father. Her feelings were real. Her tears were real.

Jacob suddenly wheeled back on his feet as he saw the princess get grabbed by two men, and then dragged into the alleyway. Jacob grabbed his cutlass, but hesitated. What was he waiting for? He ran many meters ahead, knowing that he'd been too involved in his thoughts to realize that she'd been walking way too fast. The people in front of his moved to the side quickly as he had his cutlass out, and he gripped the hilt tightly, ready to fight.

When he got there, however, he was shocked. He took a few steps back out of the alley as his eyes fixed on the two seemingly-dead men on the hard ground. Jacob slowly and carefully looked up at the princess, and closed his jaw. He swallowed loudly, and then slowly shook his head. He put his cutlass away, and then took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Jacob stepped into the alley, and met her gaze.

"I don't question you," Jacob said quietly. "I don't know where you learned that or why, but I'm glad those two are dealt with." He smiled, but not out of genuine happiness. It seemed like a way to break the mood. He put a finger against his mouth in a 'shhh!' gesture, and then shook his head. "I won't tell anybody." Jacob added, and then turned around, and began to walk out of the alley. He wasn't sure what he'd just witnessed, but it was none of his business. He had better things to worry about.

Jacob thought for a second as he walked out onto the street. His eyes got lost in the crowd of people as he began to ponder the girl. Why, certainly, she'd had experience fighting before. Otherwise, she would have frozen, and he'd have to help. But why did she learn such techniques? Jacob shook his head to himself, and dismissed every other possibility. Clearly, being the princess was dangerous. That's why she learned. There was no other way, right? Right.

With a small turn of his head, Jacob looked back at where the princess was. "I'll be going now, then." he said, and put his hands in his coat pockets. "If you need anything, I'll be at my ship for the rest of the day. My crew and I have decided that we'll be staying here a day or two more, perhaps longer. We have nothing better to do, in truth."

And with that, Jacob headed began to head back to his ship, walking slowly and casually. People on the street stared at him and backed off, worried that he'd attack them. But he didn't. He never would. Even though that was true, he felt some sort of sick pride in being able to walk through the streets freely. People knew him. They wouldn't dare stand in his way. And he liked that. After being pushed around his entire life and hurt by the big bosses of the world, Jacob stood tall and strong. He licked his teeth as he made his way down onto the docks, and onto the deck. He laid there, and watched the sky. It was at that moment that he decided he would stay on the dock all night that night. He'd already lost enough gold.

For the Poor - Pirate/Princess 1x1 (Maestro & Heaven)

Sorry for not replying yet! I hope to get a reply up tonight!

For the Poor - Pirate/Princess 1x1 (Maestro & Heaven)

Jacob looked at her as she bowed at him. It seemed as if he were the one who should be bowing to her, but he didn't mind the feeling. He was proud to be a captain, and he was glad she recognized it. When she bowed, however, her pouch fell, and Jacob was about to pick it up when many gold coins fell out. He watched as Annabelle quickly picked them up. Is she nervous? Jacob thought, but then dismissed it when he thought perhaps it was just because of him. He was probably quite scary to her.

When Jacob thought about it, the two were different in many ways. He was tall, burly, and rough. He walked with a certain confident stride that lacked elegance, while she seemed to care greatly about the way she looked, considering how much care was put into her clothing and hair. Jacob was often out at sea for most of the days, while she seemed like she would be the kind of princess who had never left her town before. Jacob often wondered if such people had ever wanted to travel. He craved adventure and he craved to see the whole wide world. Did anybody else feel that way?

Jacob refocused when she seemed to want to leave rapidly. He grabbed her bag lightly, but then let go, running around her and in front of her. "Wait," he said, looking at her directly in the face. He was walking backwards, to ensure that she would still talk to him for at least a little longer. "What were you doing back then? Were you giving out your family's money to the people?" Jacob asked, tilting his head. He'd seen enough; the people crowding around and even the grateful couple. He looked into her eyes with a certain curiosity only a man like Jacob could have.

He thought about her actions for a second. Jacob had trained himself to never feel such inclinations. He didn't do so much as look at the poor, knowing that whatever kindness he could muster in his heart would be brought out, and he'd have the temptation to help. When he thought about it, there didn't seem to be anything so bad about giving a few gold coins away, but even little by little, it did add up. And he was determined to save every last penny. He wanted to have a luxurious life. He never wanted to worry about hunger or thirst ever again. He didn't want to worry for his family, or whoever survived out of it.

But other than those reasons, was there anything else? Jacob often wondered what would happen to his riches and ship if he were dead. He would pass it on to Pierre, but if Pierre died before him, where would it go? As unorganized as it sounded, Jacob hadn't even decided. He knew it wasn't because of selfishness, but rather, he wanted to make the best decision. After all, he'd worked so hard. Basically the only person he was considering was his youngest brother, but Jacob wasn't sure that his crew would be able to locate her after his passing. In addition, Jacob wasn't sure if his brother even wanted a ship, for only a pirate could take the Black Tortuga.

But then Jacob's stomach began to feel sick. His father. Yes, there was no doubt in Jacob's mind. His father would be the first one to know of his passing. With Jacob's luck, his father would find the ship and enslave the crew to be his. Why, Jacob's father would easily slip into his spot, for his dad had extensive sword training. Out of rage, Jacob always tensed when he thought of his father. Whenever he saw him, Jacob's whole mind and body would fill with an indescribable rage, and he often lost control.

He vowed that before he died, he'd make sure his father was deep in a grave somewhere, and that he'd rot in Hell.

For the Poor - Pirate/Princess 1x1 (Maestro & Heaven)

Jacob woke up in his bed. His eyes flashed open, and he watched as sunlight poured into the resting areas through the small windows in the boat. Even though they were sleeping on the lower deck, the ship was so large that small windows were still far above sea level. Jacob turned onto his side, and grunted, feeling the fatigue in his muscles from yesterday. Yesterday... Jacob thought, and then quickly remembered the events attached to last night. He sighed and shook his head, and then stood up. Jacob looked at the empty beds beside him, and quickly determined that it was late in the day.

Jacob ran upstairs, and saw his entire crew on deck, talking. Pierre, who was standing at the wheel of the ship, waved good morning. Running his fingers through his hair, Jacob walked up the stairs to the wheel, and sighed. "What happened?" Jacob asked Pierre, shaking his head in shame. Pierre chuckled. "You should be telling me, Captain." Pierre replied. Jacob didn't appreciate the joke.

Pierre sighed at his captain's grumpiness. "You were pretty drunk, sir. I am sure you remember the thief who came in, and they took some of our gold from your quarters." Pierre explained, and tapped a foot on the ground as if to motion to Jacob's quarters directly below them. Jacob solemnly nodded, and grabbed the wheel, even though they weren't going anywhere. Jacob didn't want to look at Pierre, and instead, he looked up into the sky to check the time. It was just before noon, Jacob determined, and then looked to Pierre.

"I'm going out in the town." Jacob said. Pierre nodded, knowing that there was nothing else to do, really. Jacob decided had one more day here, perhaps more. At the time, the crew had nothing to do at all. Jacob had a favour to return for the tall smuggler who helped him earn more gold, but other than a small assassination (which Jacob typically didn't perform; he only fought men when he boarded ships that he wanted to loot) he had nothing to to. Only time would tell how long they would stay in Solomon. Pierre didn't mind some relaxation, and the crew certainly didn't either.

Jacob was about to leave to town, but Pierre stopped him. "I found this," he said, and pulled out a locket from his jacket pocket. "It was on the deck below. Belongs to a girl, I assume?" Pierre made a teasing look, as if to suggest something, but Jacob's cold emotions shut the happy mood down immediately. "There's nothing." Jacob hissed, and snatched the locket. "I've had enough of people."

And with that, he walked off of the boat, and into the town.

Jacob looked around, noticing how it was less busy than yesterday, or even the day before. He decided to take the main routes, instead of going the back alleys. He wore his entire uniform; his sleeveless captain jacket, boots, and belt, but didn't wear his hat. People on the street immediately noticed that he was older than almost all of the men. His sharp features clearly indicated that he was no longer a young adult. His face had no signs of aging whatsoever, but his features weren't soft and child-like. He was, after all, 30, and even though it wasn't the oldest, he'd experienced so much for a man his age.

Jacob was walking through the town when he saw the princess. His eyes widened, and he remembered the locket. Digging into his pocket, he pulled it out, and held it firmly in his grasp. While squeezing through the people, Jacob noticed she was giving something to the people, but didn't focus on what. The pirate tapped her on the shoulder, and waited for her to turn around.

"Princess Solomon," he greeted, but didn't bow. Most people would, since it was truly an honour to meet someone of such high ranking, but Jacob didn't. He was still mad from last night. He took his anger out on everyone, and even though Jacob thought the thief was some smaller man with a heck of a lot of courage. Jacob got more mad the more he thought of it. How could such a notorious pirate be robbed by some wannabe? Jacob knew that if he weren't drunk, he would have dealt with them...

Jacob knew there was nothing he could do, so he decided to move on before he became furious again. "I found this on my deck. I take it this belongs to you?" he held it out, and looked her in the eyes. He resisted the urge to feel any emotion as he handed the locked to her, and folded his hands behind his back. There was something about her that made him feel on the edge. Was it what she was doing with the public? Or was it the feeling that there was a story behind the locket that he didn't know?

Jacob shrugged it off as paranoia, knowing that as a princess, it'd be pretty hard to hid a secret from the King and Queen.

For the Poor - Pirate/Princess 1x1 (Maestro & Heaven)

Jacob took a few steps, actually and genuinely shocked. How could this be happening? And tonight, of all nights? As he stared at her his head pounded with anger and disbelief. He kept his cutlass pointed but his hand shook, and it was a struggle to keep it pointed. Jacob rubbed his face, and his jaw dropped into a disgusted and appalled expression as he heard the female voice speak. He hadn't heard the voice before, or at least, he didn't think he did, but that was irrelevant to him at the moment. As he blinked, he noticed that her eyes were fierce, and he gritted his teeth together at her words. Angry emotions whirred through him, but he didn't have time to think of it for long, as she lashed out at him with her sword.

Jacob leaped out of the way at the last second, but felt a small cut on his arm. As he dodged it, he made a random swing, cutting open one of the gold bags. The gold spilled onto the wooden floor, and Jacob looked at her, furious. "What do you think you're doing?" he hissed, and stomped a foot at her, his blade still pointed at her face. He would hope that she would stop and listen for one second, and he fended off an attack with the flick of his wrist.

"You steal from the rich and give to the poor!?" he repeated, his voice getting deeper the more he was mad. "And what do you think I was before now? I certainly wasn't rich!" Jacob hissed, and aimed for the other gold bag. He slashed at it, and then looked back up at her, ready to dodge any moves. "What happens, then, huh? Have you thought it through? When the so-called 'poor' become rich from your deeds, will you steal from them?" Jacob asked her, gritting his teeth once more.

"I'll tell you what!" he yelled and aimed for her throat, but he knew fully well she would block it. He just wanted to get closer. As he came closer, he looked into her cloak, seemingly where her eyes were. He still couldn't make out a face. Jacob used all of his strength trying to remain standing and focused, when all he wanted to do was fall on the floor and let his headache pass. But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to get rid of her, once and for all... but something inside stopped him. He'd killed hundreds - no, thousands of people who stood in his way. Why not her? No, there was something more to this.

Yes, Jacob had certainly killed people, but the other people were as ruthless of killers as he was. The pirates that he had beaten in fights were notoriously vicious, and they would stop at nothing. But Jacob thought he was better than that. He had a reason and a harsh past, and even though he was a killer, in one form or another, Jacob always only killed who he had to. Heck, he even considered himself a good guy, as twisted as it might seem. After all, him and his huge fleet had taken down one of the baddest men in the business, and saved the lives of thousands of slaves and many families. But Jacob knew deep inside that the bad did outweigh the good... After all, that's what makes a pirate a pirate.

Jacob suddenly turned on his heels, and ran out onto the deck. He stomped on the deck as hard as he could three times, and within seconds, Pierre ran upstairs with a small pistol. He skidded to a stop, and looked at the intruder, but kept his pistol in his holster. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way..." Pierre said, and Jacob threw him an angry glare. He didn't want to give her a choice. If it was up to Jacob, he would have shot her in an instant, but he clearly didn't have the gun. Plus, this early in the morning after drinking, Jacob knew his fighting skills would be next to awful. Even against someone with such minimal experience, which is what Jacob assumed she had, he certainly wouldn't fare very well.

"Make your choice!" Jacob finally yelled, his words somewhat slurred. Pierre grimaced as he realized in what state the captain was. The first mate walked forwards, and put a hand on Jacob's shoulder. Jacob slapped it off, and took a step to the side, nearly tripping. He stabilized himself, stepping forwards. Using the rest of whatever soberness he had left in his system, he yelled, loud and clear with no error, "You'd better not make me beat it out of you."

For the Poor - Pirate/Princess 1x1 (Maestro & Heaven)

Just a warning, this week is planned to be super hectic! Just warning you now, sorry about that! I'll always try to reply when I can.

I'm working on a reply right now, by the way! And feel no rush, if you're super busy too, I can totally wait! uvu

Let's Go! Magical Girls! Are you a bad enough dude to accept the power of magic?

I love both the power to create lights and the power to turn clothes into weapons (natural fibres only) but I'm going to have to pick the clothing one. (Totally reminds me of Kill la Kill, haha.)

Plus, I feel like light power wouldn't be very effective on the battlefield. Well, I guess I'll have to think it over, but for now, I choose the clothing.

For the Poor - Pirate/Princess 1x1 (Maestro & Heaven)

Ah, that's totally alright! I managed to squeeze in a reply. ;;u;;

Sorry, I'm so unsure of when I'm free or not! But I will be away tonight from 6:30 - 10:30. uvu