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Sorry for any misspellings, I'm on my phone xD
As the girl was surrounded and had ceased her attack, it grew very quiet for a long moment of time. Eyes flickered between Ruben and the girl, and the tension could be cut through with a sword. So, many were perplexed when Ruben burst into laughter. He couldn't help it. He held him stomach and howled loud cries of laughter, and the crew stood very confused. "Captain...?" Erekson asked, but it was another long moment before he could contain himself. "What is so funny, sir?" One of them asked.

"It's... It's..." He began, though he just laughed again. He gestured to Claire, "It's a girl!" he grit out through his laughs. He couldn't help it. All this time, he was expecting to take a large, beefy man, maybe take him on his ship and cut off his hands and ears. But what was he supposed to do with a girl? He hadn't even considered this as an option. He finally caught his composure and took a deep breath, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
"Oh, dear," he chuckled, moving towards the girl with a grin. "What are we to do with you? Especially now that you've killed a crew member. You know what I usually do to people who kill off one from my crew?" He circled her, "Let me think. The last time, I do believe we chopped off his fingers and fed them to him," he mused. He looked down on the girl, nearly a tower over her. He quickly disarmed her, sending her sword flying across the cove. "But I'm not so sure. You have quite lovely hands. And I don't believe they'd preserve well if we took them from ya," he smirked, "Boys, what ya say we take her on the Deadly Serpent and figure out what ta do with'er?" He yelled out, and all the boys yelled in agreement. They went to grab her and pulled her to the ship.
Yvette looked towards the source of the voice, and her breath caught. He was extremely handsome. She fought the heat in her cheeks, not wanting him to notice she was trying not to blush. She'd felt this way around attractive men, but not so handsome as himself. "Nice to meet you! I'm Yvette." She smiled to him, "Do you come here often?" She inquired. She hoped he could hear her well enough over the music, and given her experience moment ago, she really hoped he wasn't weird like that Guy had been. He was so handsome, and he seemed nice enough. There was something cryptic in a way about him, that made her feel both intimidated and attracted to him at the same time.
Yvette soon arrived inside, where the the sound nearly smacked her in the face, and the thrash of people pushed her right away. She squealed as she ducked under a flailed, drunken arm. She got bumped by another, and nearly landed on her face. She soon found herself pushing out of a thrash of people and seeking refuge at the bar. She was quickly stopped, though. "Hey, pretty," Came a slurred voice, behind a thick stench of liquor breathe. She groaned again and shoved passed him, nearly tripping as she landed at a bar stool. My God, this is crazier than I expected! She thought in exasperation. She hadn't taken into consideration that she was a very small girl, exceedingly short for her age. She tried to hide her embarrassment as the bartender stifled his laughter at her expense.
"I'd like a Screwdriver, please." She said, trying to come off cooly so he'd stop smirking. She groaned and held her head; maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She'd never been to a club, she'd never fit into this scene. What made her think she could now? Just because she'd had a few trials these last few weeks? It didn't make you a different person, it just... happened.
"Cap'n, still not comin' in fer a drink?" Came an annoying voice from within the cabin. Ruben groaned; Raul was a particularly irritating crew member. Sometimes he wished the crew didn't need him so direly; he was a fool, but he certainly was a lucky fool. Constantly finding new treasures to chase down, always had a good ear for important detail. He was a mess with a sword, but the rest of the crew seemed to protect him. Ruben, however, never made such risks for a fools sake.
"It's a windy night, Raul. I suggest you find your bed and rest before you get blown off deck." Not to suggest I would mind if it did so. He thought menacingly. It'd be a lie to say that Ruben hadn't ridden the crew of a few inferior pirates before. Some of them indeed had accidentally fallen off deck, or died in battle. It was those rumors that had made him so infamous, actually; the fact that he had indeed killed crew members. Though Ruben, in a very twisted way, enjoyed seeing the terror on peoples faces when they saw him. It's how he'd gotten named Ruthless Ruben. And he relished in their fear.
He squinted ahead when he saw the familiar cove, and grinned; they'd be there within minutes. "Land ho!" He called back, and there were loud, drunken shouts of joy. Though, when they were less then five minutes away, he spotted something within; a green shimmer. His expression grew dark with rage. so there was a thief! "Erekson!" He called to his second in command, who ran over to his service. "What is it, Cap'n?" Ruben pointed, a snarl on his face. "That man who spoke to Raul was indeed correct. There's a thief in my cove! We will surround him and I will kill him!" He growled in anger.
"But Cap'n, if I may remind you; you've sworn not to kill on this land. If you do, sir, we'll never be welcome here again." Ruben growled in anger, pushing Erekson to the wheel. He pounded the post in fury. He knew Erekson was right. Goddamn it! He thought. He came back within a moment and sighed in attempt to calm himself. "We'll figure it out on the way. See what we're dealing with." He groaned.

They soon made it to land, and kept their distance from the cove so not to raise awareness. Some of the men stayed on board, Ruben, Erekson, and some of the nearly-sober pirates sneaking to the cove, keeping under shadow so not to be noticed by the intruder. Upon arrival, Ruben dropped from the ledge of the cove to the entrance where he squinted to see inside.
"Who is in there?" He shouted in an angry growl, his sword drawn.
Yvette stood at her window, the wind blowing gently as she opened it. She just needed some fresh air. With a deep inhale, she told herself to calm down; it had been a rough few weeks. But she had made the decision now to get out and try to meet someone new. Whether it was for tonight, for a month, or forever, she was opening herself up tonight.
Finding her boyfriend in bed with her bestfriend was not something she expected to get over. She knew that now; some wounds don't heal, but she was telling herself now that it's all right. It hurts losing two people close as they were, and though you don't exactly get better, you move on. It's just not going to be easy. But what really is these days?
Yvette threw open her laptop and turned on her favorite playlist and started getting ready to go out. It was about an hour before the club opened, and she had her heart set on going out. It wasn't really her scene, going to a club, but she was open for new things. She smeared on her makeup, a bit heavier than usual for theatrics, and sang along to some of her favorite songs. She danced around a little, stopping when a bright blush slapped her in the face when she remembered her window was open.
After she finished getting ready, she stepped outside, keys in hand. She gazed at her car, but as the wind blew, she realized she was just in the mood to walk. So she stuffed the keys in her purse and made her way to the club. It wasn't too far, maybe a ten minute walk. She soon arrived and awaited in line for the bouncer to let her in, ID out and her excitement growing with the blaring sound within the club.
Yvette stood at her window, the wind blowing gently as she opened it. She just needed some fresh air. With a deep inhale, she told herself to calm down; it had been a rough few weeks. But she had made the decision now to get out and try to meet someone new. Whether it was for tonight, for a month, or forever, she was opening herself up tonight.
Finding her boyfriend in bed with her bestfriend was not something she expected to get over. She knew that now; some wounds don't heal, but she was telling herself now that it's all right. It hurts losing two people close as they were, and though you don't exactly get better, you move on. It's just not going to be easy. But what really is these days?
Yvette threw open her laptop and turned on her favorite playlist and started getting ready to go out. It was about an hour before the club opened, and she had her heart set on going out. It wasn't really her scene, going to a club, but she was open for new things. She smeared on her makeup, a bit heavier than usual for theatrics, and sang along to some of her favorite songs. She danced around a little, stopping when a bright blush slapped her in the face when she remembered her window was open.
After she finished getting ready, she stepped outside, keys in hand. She gazed at her car, but as the wind blew, she realized she was just in the mood to walk. So she stuffed the keys in her purse and made her way to the club. It wasn't too far, maybe a ten minute walk. She soon arrived and awaited in line for the bouncer to let her in, ID out and her excitement growing with the blaring sound within the club.
The seas were black with night, with little to no motion in the water. Nothing stirred in the ocean but The Deadly Serpent, the ship in which Ruben and his crew resided. It was a calm quiet that surrounded the ship, all but the muffled sound of the crew drinking inside. Ruben stood silently under the full moon, steering his beloved ship and lost in thought.
He was headed back to the land which he called home; the only land he'd vowed never to attack. Sure, he'd gotten into his fair share of fights there. But what real man had't had a scarp or two in his youth? Of course, there were more than a few; he smirked at the thought. He'd always been a fighter, even as a boy. He'd even taken to the seas at a young age, got his first ship at the ripe age of seventeen. This was his second beloved, as the first had caught fire not five years ago. Lost in a battle between the royal fleets and himself. He'd taken them on with only himself and his best friend, and had actually almost won. But it was too much for him at that age. He'd managed to escape the gallows, but the circumstances were not so bright for his poor friend.
His mind shifted to his current dilemma, though; word was someone had been stealing from him. His hands clenched angrily on the wheel at this thought. He thought of his oath, and he pondered his options; he'd normally kill any man-- no. Any swine who'd dare steal from Ruthless Ruben, the most feared pirate on the seas. Who could possibly be so foolish to steal from a pirate? Could this possibly be a rouse? a joke? It could be nothing more; no one had dared cross him. Did they know who they were taking from? No matter; he'd get to the bottom of this. He'd find a way around his word and teach this man a lesson.
Sweet! Just posted my character. I'll start this one out, if you want to start the other one :)
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Here's my gal!

Name: Yvette Eastwood
Age: 23
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