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The First Shanty

A short trip back to the boat and Ryland had fetched a small handful of the numerous figures he had carved while out at sea. With a mix of the rocking waves, nudging elbows, and his own simply adept level of skill, he managed to put fine detail in many parts of each carving, but left a little to be desired in other areas. So many of these little wooden figures were laying around the ship that Ry could barely keep track of them. Nobody really payed them any mind as they were stuffed in corners and hidden in little nooks and crannies.

He offered her one or two to look over, watching her as she insepcted them. His question caught him a little off guard, but he racked his brain enough to fish out an answer for her. The sea maidens is what she asked about, women who were confined to the waters by some accounts, free from the chains of being bound to land by others.

"Yeah, I have one or two." He replied calmly. He was intrigued by this myth of maidens, and made one whenever he believed he had spotted one out during his voyages. Nobody believed that he actually had witnessed a mermaid, and he wasn't too sure himself, but he gave himself the benefit of the doubt in the possibility of their existence. Surely they were just quite rare and preferred their solitude.

"I can show you, if you want. I'll just need another moment to head back to the ship."

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

”Fuck you, Virgil.”

February 10th, Poseidonis campus 3:24 PM

The words still rang loud and clear in Virgil's mind. He looked like shit, he felt like shit, but he was still alive. Nobody died this time, but he knew he could have handled things better than he did.

A few days of going AWOL and looking inside yourself really did wonders. Being gone for a few days was something Virgil couldn't say he was fond of, but there were times back in Dakota where Virgil would leave on a "school trip" onto to spend a day or two patrolling as he saw fit. He still couldn't believe himself, but he was back. Well, physically.

He figured it started long before he got that feeling in his bones. In truth, it started the moment he got off the shuttle down here. He was there, telling himself he was taking a break from being a hero, only to flaunt his powers left and right. That should have been the first sign. Then it was tinkering with his gadgets. He shouldn't even have brought his equipment down here. Just in case was a lazy excuse to tell himself that he really didn't want to take a break. Talking to Richie on the Shock Box. Virgil brought his phone. The moment Virgil truly crossed his own line was when he put on that suit and went parading around Atlantis like it was Dakota.

Then he met Mal and the other Argonaut. When Virgil got clued in that these guys were not only good, but of some importance, he got high and mighty to prove himself to them. He should have stuck to the plan. All he had to do was take out the generator and lay low. If anyone came rushing out, he should have handled it then. He should not have walked into the building, firing bolts left and right at people who tried to get at him. His sudden exit probably wasn't handled all that well.

Virgil grabbed his arms and looked at the campus he stood on the edge on. He had snuck into the dorms the night of the Raid and changed into civilian clothes, but those were the same clothes he was wearing right now. He just didn't know if he was ready to face Mal. Karen was in the party, playing the agent or something so Mal had eyes and ears inside. Sociable eyes and ears, that is.

He had to apologize. Virgil knew that to be true. He also deserved a powered punch or something from the Watchdog since Virgil was almost absolutely sure that Mal still had it in him after the raid. He had to own up to this. He couldn't keep running when things went sour.

With that, Virgil set foot on the campus of the university for the first time in nearly three days. Whatever happened, happened.

The First Shanty

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The First Shanty

"Quaint," Lancaster said to herself, making it unclear if she was talking about the newly introduced woman or the little town itself.

Sidney Lancaster prided herself on being just as brash and bloody as any other pirate on the seas, but also made her fame by sometimes showing what could only be called a nicer side. For now, she'd be respectable. She could get a lot out of Faflon if she kept talking him up. He was already taking most of her wares.

From behind, she could feel a set of eyes on them. It was Ry, a young man a few years younger than herself, and the boy of the ship. He knew the Black Corsair almost as well as she did, but his attempts at trying to gain respect and authority seemed half-assed, like he almost wanted to stay on the sidelines, watching.

Well, no time like the present.

"Ryland, get over here." She commanded with a sway of her head. The young man jumped and rushed to her side.

Ryland wasn't quite sure what was going on, this wasn't normal business. The woman who Faflon the merchant had invited over was beautiful and mysterious. She held a face that seemed distantly familiar. "Yes, captain?"

"Oversee the rest of this trade. I'm going to use our new coin on some well-earned drinks." Her order was casual, almost careless, but the edge in her voice remained. "Simple enough for you, eh? I trust you can make us some more money from Fafland by the end of the day." She finished with a wry smile, laughing to herself before walking up. She didn't even bother listening to Ryland accept the orders. She knew he'd do it. He was a faithful dog.

Ryland looked back at the merchant and the woman almost expectantly, like they were trying to offer something up to him. "We have a little more blasting powder on the ship. Could sell it to you." What could they possibly gain from buying gunpowder? This was a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. Nobody was going to come by looking for powder. Rylan mentally hit himself in the face for such a suggestion.

"Wait, I got it!" He said almost excitedly as an idea came to him. "I've got some figures, wooden, that you might be able to sell. I've got a ton, being on the seas day and night." They didn't have as much use as gunpowder, but little figures like that would be something Faflon could pawn off to someone else, and get Ryland's works circulating. Hopefully it'd mean that he could sell them himself on day for much more than whatever the merchant would be willing to give to him.

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3 (Redux)

Flyboi

Name: Carter McRay
Age: 19
Crest: Friendship
Appearance:
Bio: If anyone could embody the number Two, it would be Carter
Carter was born to an american military family, the middle child between two daughters. While him being the only son would make him stand out, it did little to help him stand out among the three. He wasn't the smartest, nor physically gifted. He was quick to find out that he could gain attention by changing himself to suit people's needs, making as many friends as possible to fill in in that emotional hole in his heart.
Growing up, Carter was just shy of everything. As he grew, he found that his life was still hollow. He valued some of those friends more than others, creating a divide between the real friends and the supplementary ones. He couldn't replace emotional connections with many faces. Graduating, Carter had nowhere to go, but he didn't meet the requirements to follow in his parent's foot steps. He took whatever odd jobs were available to him, but always gravitated towards the skies. He wanted to fly, to soar at intense speeds. If he could just take one thing for himself, it would be to be a pilot, but Carter always knew better than to hope too much one something.
Personality:After spending his teenage years molding himself this way and that to make as many friends as possible, Carter knows a thing or two about people and how they work. While its certainly true that he learned his lesson about manipulation and change, all of that time dedicated towards being a jack of all trades has certainly left a mark on him. He's an optimist, always hoping for the best even though he rarely gets his way. If someone is happy, he's happy, and he's okay with that.

Chip the Terriermon

Name: Chip

Personality: Chip, despite his small size and easygoing nature, yearns for battle with a partner who shares his view. Carter might not have been the best candidate, but they get along much better than a person who would better fit what Chip considers Ideal. Fight the good fight, but enjoy a good snack and a long rest when you're not on the field. While Carter is busy making friends with every other branch on a tree, Chip consider's himself more a thinker's Digimon, assessing the problems ahead and trying his best to work them out without having to sacrifice a potential fight. He gathers and picks up much of what passes before his eyes, and rarely forgets things, no matter how useless the information is. Maybe he just wants to crush some stuff sometimes. You just gotta let it happen or suffer a grumpy Plush-like Rookie Digimon.

Stage- Baby
Species: Zerimon
Attribute: None
Technique-
1: Acid bubbles

Stage- In-Training
Species: Gummymon
Attribute: None
Technique-
1: Double Bubble

Stage- Rookie
Species: Terriermon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
1: Terrier Tornado

Stage- Champion
Species: Gargomon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
1: Gargo Laser

Stage- Ultimate
Species: Rapidmon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
1: Miracle Missile

Stage- Mega
Species: Black Saint Galgomon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
1: Burst Shot

Other:

The First Shanty

"...Ear-leigh in the morn'in"

The gang of sailors and pirates sang and chanted a merry tune, an ironic one that they all knew the humor of in their situation. Weeks out at sea, moving from the Indies back up to good old Great Britain. Old was a rather key word when it came to what most considered their home, and old was the word in their minds when they saw the port town they were approaching.

It was a town that they had stopped at a small handful of times, but Captain Lancaster had decided that it was worth their time to make a stop here and enjoy solid land for a bit before going further up north. It was promised to be a short stop, but something about the captain's words made it seem like they'd be on the land a little longer than expected. Something was wrong, but nobody would say what it was.

Especially not to Ryland. The poor boy couldn't catch a break. Even more than ten years to the ship, very few on the ship treated him with the respect that came with someone with that much experience. It didn't bother Ryland too much. He did his work, the crew appreciated him enough, and sometimes he took another loaf of bread or two from their rations without much consequence.

They had some merchandise to drop off to the town, among other things. After a clash with another ship, The Black Corsair needed a little repairing. It wasn't much dangerous damage, but just enough to be concerning if they got into another scrap.

"Alright, lads. Get the goods ready. Once we drop off our load and get the gold, I don't care what you do with yourselves, just don't die." It was their glorious captain Lancaster barking the orders as they neared the port. Ryland was already on it, barely able to hear her commands from below deck as he made sure that everything was right and ready for hauling. Ryland vaguely remembered the merchant Captain Lancaster talked with during the previous stops at the port town, but mostly by face than reputation. Hopefully it was the same person with the same rates.

She was met with a cheering of "aye" from her crew, and with little space between them and the dock, they lowered their sails and set out the gangplank.

Sidney Lancaster stomped on the ground just above Ryland. She knew he was there, and he knew that she knew he was there. The commands didn't need to be said to him. This was routine business for him, and he was already on top of what he needed to do. Shortly afterwards, the rest of the crew came down and started picking up the supplies that Ryland was directing them to. Some grunted, scoffed, or didn't say anything to him, but they all listened at least somewhat. If he figured right, Captain Lancaster was already on the docks looking for their merchant, looking for that sweet deal.

When the last of the goods were picked up by Ryland himself, he took himself above deck and starting moving the goods onto the port, unloading them and waiting further instruction.

The First Shanty

Thanks! Anything else you wanna discuss before we start getting into things?

The First Shanty

not as pretty as yours, but I'll clean it up more later. Sunday was even busier than it normally is for me, so sorry about not getting back to you sooner.

The First Shanty

Name: Ryland "Ry" Crawford
Species: Human
age: 24
appearance: A young man standing at about five feet and eight inches, Ry had the build of a man very much used to hauling around equipment and pulling on ropes all day long. His blonde hair and silvery blue eyes were those of his mother, while his careful face belonged to his father.

skills: Boat proficiency - While spending so much time on the Black Corsair, Ryland has a lot of knowledge about the boat and how to sail it, even if he never was the one at the wheel. Zooming back and fourth between areas help keep him intimately familiar with the ship.
personality: The young blood who can't catch a break. Though he's been with the crew since a boy, he's still a boy to them despite his attempts at proving that he can do more. His desire to do more and be more is welcomed at sea, and not even the storms themselves have washed away his sunny demeanor. He has to keep it up, lest he sinks in morale like the rest of the crew on their bad days.

Moderately athletic- lifting and moving things around on a constant basis keeps RYland fit for duty, even if he doesn't always want to be the one carrying the heavy things.

Artist- It doesn't show up as much now that he lives on a ship, but Ryland was quite the artist back when he lived with his parents. He's best with paint and ink, but has been known the pass the time on the ship by carving figures out of wood.

biography: Born in a southern England town, Ryland always had a need to do something, yet he could never place it. His poor family often resorted in working for some seedier people, including pirates. When Ryland's father had a loan that was far too much for anything other than his life, the pirates took Ryland in exchange for the man's life. It almost seemed unfair, but the boy was treated well enough. Food, a bed, and a job. He spent most of his life on the Black Corsair under the leadership of the Lancaster family, specifically Martin Lancaster, the previous captain, and his daughter and successor, Sidney.

The First Shanty

And here we go~