Tesserach

Pirates of the Calarian Main

"Welcome aboard!" Coralie called to the others who were joining her in what had become a somewhat unplanned meeting. The calling set off her headache and the bright morning light didn't help either, "Would you all care to join me in my cabin?" she suggested, where at least it would be so bright.

The cabin was fairly small, with a cot in the corner and a table covered in charts, though there were enough chairs for everyone. Coralie sank into one gratefully, "Shall I get one of the men to bring some grog?" Momin suggested.

"Yes please, thank you," Coralie gave him a warm smile, before turning her attention to Stefano, "So reading this contract it looks like it's pretty standard. We take a ship. We are supposed to treat the crews like proper prisoners. We sail it back to a Doel Harbour and prove in court it was a legal capture then we get to keep it and the contents? Anything important I'm missing?"

She left time for Stefano to reply before declaring, "Well since there's a few of us. I think, working together, we can take a treasure galleon." It was a big ask. Definitely unrealistic. A Calarian galleon was far too big for a single vessel to contend with, and to make matters worse, they usually moved in convoys, often of upwards of 20 vessels. Coralie, however, looked confident, a little excited perhaps. Like she had a plan she was eager to share.

@Dyelli Beybi

Aghilas gave Cricket some distance, ignoring the girl as seemed her preference focusing on the conversation at hand.

"Pirate-lawyers and treasure galleons eh? Now I've seen it all." The large man laughed, contemplating perhaps that Calarian galleon hulls were nearly twice as thick as basically anything else afloat, to better withstand the 32 pound guns big warships carried; guns that could shred any of their little flotilla vessels like they were made of paper with a single broadside. He laughed again, louder this time. "Sure! Why not? We got the Vengeance, the al-Marid, an entire boatload of shield-maidens. Count me the hell in on whatever this plan involves."

It may occur to some present that Aghilas may, in fact, still be drunk.

Pirates of the Calarian Main

Aghilas

Momin gave a chuckle, patting Aghilas on the shoulder. He was... an impressive specimen of a man, "The Hamsat is a fine looking ship.
More guns than the Vengeance from what I can see," he grinned, motioning at the long barrelled chase gun in the Vengeange's bow, "If you had one of those, she might be a perfect ship!"

@Dyelli Beybi

From where Momin's arm rested on his shoulder, Aghilas' eyes followed Momin's gesture towards the long chase gun which he looked upon with longing. "Oh-ho! We've just got the little guys." He cast a glance back to the party of salty looking seamen accompanying him. "You see that lads? That there's a swivel gun!"

Coralie meanwhile laughed at the idea of putting hairs on her chest, "I certainly hope not!" she declared in mock horror, "My charm and sophistication are a weapon as sharp as any rapier! Hairs on my chest really wouldn't do at all!"

@Dyelli Beybi

Aghilas attention was back on Coralie. "Chest hair's plenty charming Captain D'Ambois." He grinned and oftered a wink. "You just gotta wear 'em right!" He laughed.

She paused before asking, "So, Captain, have you been privateering before? The legality of a captured prize does mean you tend to get a bit more money but contesting the prize in a court of law can be annoying. Thankfully I believe that someone hired a lawyer for our little flotilla. He isn't with you is he, by any chance?"

@Dyelli Beybi

Aghilas's laughter continued. "A lawyer? Ha! No. I hardly done a legal thing in my life. Certainly never legally pirated before!"

Pirates of the Calarian Main

Aghilas the Doel

"Aha! But a few good waves'll put hair on your chest there Captain D'Ambois!" Aghilas smiled a great white, toothy grin with a great laugh as she introduced Momin first. "And good to meet you!" Aghilas greeted Momin reaching to shake his hand with one arm, while the other rested on the man's shoulder while he took the measure of the man. "Oh-ho! Now there's a right-proper sailing man. Momin was it? Got some meat on them shoulders!" There was an unmistakable firm clasp of Momin's shoulder with the sort of grip men developed spending a life working ropes.

When at last Aghilas' attention was directed towards Cricket, he made something of a production of bowing low to the girl. "And good to meet you as well, little Cricket! You know, I was about your age when I first set to sea little lady. She wasn't quite so fine as the Vengeance mind you." Rising again, he cast his eyes about. "That one there's mine, Little Cricket. The Hamsat al Marid."

He gestured to the stern of the Vengeance where in the distance the al-Marid had fallen off against the wind as it hauled in its anchor. Languidly at first the al-Marid's stern tilted away as it's fore mast and jibs pulled her about, her aft sails set the opposite way to keep her balanced. As she crested the wind the crew swung the yard-arms around, the ship listing leeward and now pulling sharply in behind the Vengeance as the crew began to set and hoist her full sail complement.

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Abisu

Abisu stood to one side after swilling the last beer while Harper and Helmut celebrated. He held one of the balls up to his face, squinting at it. "I think these balls might be... too round." He said thoughtfully to himself. "Also, it might be losing... but I feel like something's gonna happen. Like. Not good. Like it's gonna rain or a celebrity's going to die or something." He said, as though he were seeing something in the face of the pingpong ball.

Pirates of the Calarian Main

Aghilas Jêle Doeli

Aghilas the Doel was already on the deck. The large man grin revealed flawless white teeth in the way he spread his arms in welcome at Coralie's welcome revealed the four loaded pistols strapped under the shoulder sling of his silken belt and sash. "Captain D'Ambois! Aha, nothing like the prospect of a fresh voyage and the feel of the waves again after weeks ashore to make you feel alive again!"

The Doel approached D'Ambois, crossing the deck he was the sort of man that just kept getting larger as he did. The sort of man whose arms were as thick as most men's thighs. Even so, The Doel - who was clearly Addonian by his tanned, ruddy complexion - had a friendly manner about him. "So. Who here is ready for a little bit of buckling the swash in the name of Doel Union?"

Pirates of the Calarian Main

Aghilas Jêle Doeli

Before Cricket could respond a voice was heard shouting.

"PERMISSION TO COME ABOARD!" The booming voice rang out loud enough that it was plainly heard in the underbelly of Vengeance, accompanied by call backs from the deck asking their business. At which point the response was plainly heard. "Captain Aghilas of the Hamsat al-Marid wishes to pay respects to Captain D'Ambois of the Vengeance!"

Moments later footsteps were heard running down the deck above to the hatch above, shouting down into the hold. "Wherry come up along us. Captain of the Marid" He called, repeating for Coralie more or less word-for-word the exchange that had just been shouted.

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Abisu

Languidly the spindly young man stood up in response to Harper, swaying as he braced against the couch for support and squinted in Harper's direction. "Beer pong?" Climbing awkwardly over the couch instead of going around he approached the table with a zombie like shuffle, appraising the table like a chess player evaluating the board. "You know that beer pong is a conspiracy right?" He looked between Harper, Seth and Steve. "Made up by a marketing company hired by budweiser whose executives wanted to sell more beer to young college students."

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Abisu

Abisu remained on the couch, still holding the controller staring at the screen. "That." He declared, even as Harper was already moving on to beer pong. "Was a horrible way to die."

There was a long pause where he continued to reflect.

"Imagine having fought that long, and that hard. Only to be just... picked up. And walked off an edge to oblivion by a being so... committed to your destruction they didn't care about their own life because they already know they've won at this life, and you've lost. And you're unable to do anything to affect your fate." He continued speaking quietly to no one in particular. "And all you can do is writhe helplessly, as the unthinkable becomes... inevitable."

He turned away from the tv screen, opening his mouth and emitting a large cloud of smoke from his lips. "Fuck."

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Abisu

Steve Hammersmith

Steve perked up at the mention of weed, "If she isn't keen I'll buy a half-ounce off you and you can use the proceeds to bankroll your losing streak at whatever that game is."

@Dyelli Beybi

Abisu set the bag of blue 'copium' on the coffee table and reached into the paper bag to pull a couple small pre-weighed bags of weed. Abisu coughed, smoke coming from his lips despite him not having had a hit from the bong in some time. "I think we have ourselves a deal." Abisu said in his half-lidded dream-like drawl, looking uncertaintly from Hammersmith then to the bags he held until eventually he closed his eyes and settled on one. "You'll find this, has just the right... blend." Abisu smile and gave a long relaxed rolling chuckle, his eyes still mostly closed. "You ah, strike me as a THC man after my own heart." He dropped the bag into Hammersmith's hand and then opened his eyes and then leaned forward. "Now where's that controller? You guys can do whatever with the music, I's just groovin'."

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Abisu

Ava raised her hands defensively at the slander thrown towards her controller. "Please, I don't need a phob for this party." she said, reaching forward and unplugging it. "You could hand me the shittiest third party Mad Catz ass controller and I'd still beat anyone here." She wrapped the cord of her controller back around it and tucked it away in the case.

She leaned forward and grabbed a generic GameCube controller. "Now where's the copium?"

@Demencia

Abisu's attention was drawn away from the kegs by the new arrivals. "You know..." Abisu slid back down from the back of the couch and spun to the coffee table, covered as it were with lighters, plastic baggies, a large paper bag and a large, lit bong. He began rummaging through the paper bag, while clearing a space for a controller or console on the table. "I think I have those."

Eventually he produced a small plastic ziplock bag containing a set of small blue pills. "Copium."

Lying back he turned towards the tv and console then to Sterling. "You know, I'll play but I don't really have 'money.' You take weed?"