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xx Re: Mysterious Fathoms Below (Rebooted! Arr!)
« Reply #15 on: Feb 24th, 2016, 4:56pm »

As the captain and Armond clambered up the rope, a pair of hands seized both of them and hauled them up onto the deck. Safely on board, the pair could see that the person was a woman, clad in a dark jacket that was flailing about in the howling wind. With long, brown hair that looked almost black due to the rain and piercing silvery eyes, she would look almost intimidating, if it wasn't for the familiar mischievous smile on her lips. Her name was Ren Wilde, a fellow pirate captain and friend of Connor's.

Ren had been sailing under the black flag for her entire life. Her mother was pirate, and so from an early age, she learned the secrets and tricks of sailing. As she grew, she became renowned for her cunning and her skill with a sword. By the time she was eighteen, she had earned herself the nickname of 'She-Devil', and a place on the Royal Navy's wanted list. Unlike most pirates who end up on the list, who were either famed for the brutality or wealth, Ren was known for her devious mind and her silver tongue. She could (if stories were to be believed) lie, barter and flirt her way out of almost any situation. And if she could walk away from it with few more gold coins in her pockets, it was all the better.

She had first encountered Jackson when he was still sailing with the Royal Navy, as they chased down her own ship, The Ivory Rose. Although the two never directly met, they both had spent endless days on the sea, as the Phantom always stayed out of range of cannonfire, as Ren's ship wasn't as big or as powerful as the Behemoth, but made up for it speed. After weeks of sailing, it appeared as if the Behemoth had finally caught up to her, only to lose her again in the fog that surrounded the archipelago of Ozita. The last glimpse any one saw was of Ren standing at the bow, blowing them a kiss, with her infamous smile set on her face, as her ship vanished into the mist.

Fast forward a couple of years, and Ren runs into the new pirate Captain Jackson, and things became interesting. What would start out as a friendly rivalry, eventually formed into a romance between the them. Sadly, any attempt at a relationship has always been short lived, as a life of a pirate tends to be unpredictable.

Despite this, the two had always kept up a strong friendship, occasionally helping each other out. This was one such occasion. After hearing about Connor's deal with the Royal Navy, Ren agreed to help him as his request. After all, if this expedition were to fail, it would spell the end for her friend...

"I must say, fellas, you certainly picked a interesting time to go for an evening swim." She joked, having to shout over the commotion of the storm. "In my twenty-three years, I've never seen a storm like this." With that, she helped the two to their feet, and began to lead them down below deck. "Lorcan, do you have anything to keep them warm?"
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« Reply #16 on: Feb 24th, 2016, 5:21pm »

Finding herself crouched in between some crates, Meltem could feel herself shiver as the thin layer of water splashed onto her bare feet. The fear of drowning had come over her, especially considering that she had almost done so as a child; the thought of such a thing, with no escape as well, sent her into a shivering panic. Sniffling, the young Oryantal girl managed to keep herself composed despite the fear that came over her.

Unknowing of Lorcan at that precise instant, she had been about to get up and try to find something to help her stay warm. A light seemed to beam throughout, and almost immediately her reflexes kicked in. Attempting to hide amongst the crates once more, as she had done earlier, the young girl bit her finger, hearing the footsteps coming closer. Her heart seemed to race inside of her chest, already knowing that whoever it was had probably noticed her as they wandered about.

When the light fell upon her, Meltem gulped. Hearing his words in that gruff tone he carried seemed to make her all the more intimidated. “H-Hi there-“ she started, but found herself trailing off as he spoke to her for that few seconds. At the mention of it not being safe, she could only bat her eyes away. It wasn’t as if she was a child, she could tell when a situation had gotten worse, not to mention the rain pounding above her onto the deck.

Looking up at him, her head poking out from behind the crate, she attempted to speak, but found no words to aid her cause. If she tried to defend herself, he may use her words against her. But if she tried to ask what was going on, he would probably snap back at her. An exasperating situation she had fallen into.

Once he left, her hands were quick to grab a blanket from the crate. Wrapping it around her tightly, the warmth and comfort of the blankets made her think about the one place she desired to return to. Her brothers would welcome her with open arms, and her troubles would have wilted away as soon as she escaped this archipelago. “Khalil. Mulak. I hope we see each other again,” she muttered under her breath, clinging the blanket as her heart started to sink as a realization came upon her.

Did any of the pirates here ever go to the Euphoric Pinniped? If any of them had gone there in recent days, they might have seen her. Not to mention that they could potentially be aware of the contracts that bind the employees to that wretched man. Her eyes opened wide in fear, and she couldn’t help but start to tremble once more. Could her journey truly be over before it even began?
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« Reply #17 on: Feb 29th, 2016, 12:05pm »

Connor had expected Armond to be grateful for his assistance, but instead the fierce captain had to wrestle with the mad thrashes of a crazed first mate. His arms were tired enough from the rigorous climb, but now he was practically dragging a man up the side of the ship with him. Even as the captain barked orders at his men to pull the pair of sailors aboard the mighty vessel, Armond’s screaming protests threatened to drown out his voice if not damn them both to the waters below. “What in God’s name are you babbling about you fool!? Are you mad!?! Get ahold of yerself before I drop us both!” Connor’s voice was already getting hoarse from the strain of yelling above the roaring storm. He growled angrily as he clutched at his crazed friend who was still squirming against the captain’s ever loosening grip. The grappling around combined with the fierce storm wind was causing Connor to slam against the side of the vessel over and over. The poor man did not want to think about how many ribs he had cracked or broken in this exchange.

“I swear upon Poseidon Himself, if you don’t stop squirming; I will gut you like a fish!” He yelled before once again being slammed against the ship. The impact was enough to cause Connor to slip down the rope burning his hands. The captain regained his footing and composure and climbed back up the side of the ship once more. Finally when his energy had been all but depleted, salvation was found in the familiar arms that yanked he and Armond back aboard the vessel. Connor stumbled to the wooden floor and was to exasperated to recover with his usual grace. His eyes looked forward at a pair of boots and then traveled up to find the beautiful orbs of the She-Devil, herself.

Connor nodded his thanks to his friend and muse while she cracked one of her coy jokes. “Only you could find the time for jokes in the middle of such a godless storm!” He shouted above the commotion with an amused smile on his face. He clung tightly to Armond as Ren helped them both to their feet. The captain was not about to let his delirious friend wander off on his own. “The lad needs more than warmth! He needs a doctor! He’s under some fit of madness!” Now that the excitement was over, the pain began to greet Connor. His left hand was a raw red color from the burn of the rope, and he was certain he had cracked or broken multiple ribs as evidenced by both the pain in his chest and abdomen and his wheezy breathing. He was no wimp though, and he would not be incapacitated by his injuries. He had a ship to guide in what was, to this point, the worst storm that the young, experienced captain had ever seen...even if warmth sounded so nice in the moment. The captain was shivering, every inch of him soaking wet and freezing from the unforgiving chill of the sea.

Below deck had never felt warmer to the captain than in the present moment. Connor was thankful to be out of the loud wet mess for even a moment. His strained voice could finally take a break from shouting. “Ren, you know better than to try to coddle me,” even as he spoke the damage to the captain was clearly evident. He looked like Hell. The pain was getting severe enough for a normal man to be doubled over in agony. Connor, though, was taking it rather well with only an agonized expression to show for his troubles. “I cannot afford to rest in the middle of the largest threat that the Titan has ever faced. Have Armond tended to, but I need to be out there,” he protested in typical stubbornness. Ren was the only person alive who could get through his thick head, and even that was only half of the time.
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« Reply #18 on: Mar 14th, 2016, 3:13pm »

"As ucht Dé," Lorcan muttered to himself as he stood holding the door open, waiting on Rey and the others to decide what they were going to do. The smart thing would do would be to quit standing out in the storm and hurry up and get down below, where it was at least mostly dry and warm. Finally Rey shouted something to him and started to come to him with the Captain and Armond in tow. It was hard to hear over the howling wind, but he thought he heard the captain saying something about Armond needing a doctor. He hadn't been in the water that long, had he?

"Captain! Armond! Thank God you're both all right! Come on, get in here where it's warm," Lorcan shouted, helping Rey pull them in. He met them both with thick wool blankets, ignoring any protests that might come from either one of them as he wrapped them around their shoulders. "You're both soaked to the bone. You need dry clothes and-- ach! Captain Jackson, your hand, sir! You're bleeding somethin' awful!" Lorcan exclaimed, noticing that there was a puddle of bloodied water pooling on the ground below Connor.

While Lorcan may not have been First Mate and probably had no right to talk to his captain like this, he didn't let it stop him. A surprisingly fierce look spread across the Irishman's face. "You can't go back out there like that, sir! Storm or no storm, you'll bleed to death if you don't get that tended to! And from the looks of it, you might need stitches," Lorcan said, grimacing at the thought. Before Connor had a chance to respond, he turned and met Ren. "Ren, tell him he can't go out there without getting his hand looked at!" he added, knowing that if anyone could talk some sense into him, it could be her.
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« Reply #19 on: Mar 22nd, 2016, 9:25pm »

Guinevere shot her younger brother a look of scorn. Why did he have to constantly make fun of her whenever Finn got mad? The only reason he didn't receive Finn’s wrath was because he constantly kept to himself, holed up in his room, doing whatever it was he liked to do. If he didn't get a good head on his shoulders, he’d soon learn that making Finn angry is a hellish experience indeed.

“Finn, I will go home. But only if we talk about this in private, out of that one’s earshot,” she said, pointing to her younger brother. After a brief silence, she started towards their home, leaving her brothers to follow behind her.

As the three mer-siblings swam back towards the palace, Gwen could feel her older brother’s glare on the back of her neck. She almost wished someone would say something to break the chilly silence, even if it was her annoying younger brother. At least then she'd have something to drown out the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, or the scenarios bouncing around in her head. She could see Finn yelling at her, shutting her in her room and not allowing her to leave, and her younger brother laughing the whole time.

Guinevere was worried what her older brother thought about her escape from the palace and saving the sailor. Finn was never the patient kind, especially when it came to her fascination with humans. Gwen could see so much of their father in him when he got mad. He might yell, but at least their mother would be gentle. As long as no one saw them, their mother wouldn't punish Gwen harshly.

Of course, no such luck would find her that night. As Gwen and her siblings made their way through the citadel, she heard a hush fall over the town, suggesting that a few Mers hadn't stayed inside because of the storm. The princess looked around and saw that the various merchants and their customers were stopping to stare. Every time Gwen glanced in their direction, they'd duck their heads as if they were bowing. Suddenly, as quickly as the hush had fallen, the whispers began.

“Is that the princess?”

“Yes, and her brothers.”

“Why are they out so late?”

“Perhaps they're handling some business outside the city.”

Guinevere sighed. There would be talk of their walk home in the kingdom tomorrow. So much for the sympathy of her mother. She continued her journey onward, blocking out the cacophony of whispers and gossip from her mind. Once she neared the doors, she nodded to the guards. They swung the doors open and ushered the siblings inside the palace.

Guinevere stood in the hall got a second, and as the doors closed behind them, she heard Finn’s voice say “Go to your room. Now.” She bowed her head and swam to her bedroom.

Once she was inside the closed doors of her room, she sat in the chair in front of her mirror. She lifted her tail in the air, inspecting it more closely than the mirror would allow. Not a scale missing, same old sparkly, purple tail. Her fins were still as soft and frail-looking as ever. They looked like they were made of translucent purple cloth, but no, they were hers. She stood up and looked in the mirror more closely. Yup, same garnet hair (although it was very messy at this point). Same leaf green eyes. Same sharp cheekbones and pointed nose. Her mother always told her that the humans would call her beautiful, but she never believed her.

Heh, I guess I'm not going to find out anytime soon, Guinivere thought to herself, sighing a little bit. She adjusted her sparkly violet top, re-tying the back. It was essentially a dark purple cloth that she had tied around her chest, back and neck. It kept her from exposing herself, like the more primitive merpeople did.

Gwen swam back over to her bed, laying down without even changing. She had expected to stay awake, but soon, her body and eyelids felt heavy. She fell into a long, dreamless sleep on top of her covers.
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« Reply #20 on: Apr 2nd, 2016, 12:57am »

Evangelion stared up at the ship, approaching it slowly, taking great care to stay hidden by the rocky ridge while still taking in the struggles going on on the surface. Gwen would have to be somewhere here, and Finn too. Neither of them would react too well if they saw her spying on them, in particular Finn. Finn had, after all, given her a direct order, and, while he was not yet the king he so longed to be, she did not want to get on his bad side.

Amongst the siblings, she generally kept a low profile amongst the siblings, spending most of her time by herself, working on whatever projects she had set her mind to for that particular day. Finn generally let her be. She was the youngest of the royal siblings, a role that had many advantages and few drawbacks. Most of the responsibilities of the family fell on Finn, and Gwen, the oldest male and female children, respectively. As long as she didn’t organize a rebellion, she’d be fine.

Gwen on the other hand, clashed with Finn fairly frequently. She was not one to accommodate Finn’s at times overbearing attitude, and Finn was not one to allow insubordination, which would be how he would see it. Even with that in mind, this occasion was uniquely terrible. Leaving the castle this late at night was forbidden for the royal siblings. Leaving the city in day or night was forbidden for most mermaids. Sneaking out of the castle to head to the city in the middle of the night?! Finn’s anger would be endless.

She glanced back down at the city below. Kaimahina glowed gently in dark sea, unswayed by the massive storm clouds brewing a mile above them, oblivious of the human ship struggling to survive so far above them. Even from this distance, she could recognize the curled spires of the royal castle, and point out the currently empty princess’s quarters. She wondered whether anyone down below had noticed yet that none of the queen’s children were asleep in their rooms, or even in the castle. She needn’t worry, she reminded herself. Most of the guards must have been asleep, and it was highly unlikely that those guards still awake would decide to check up on them.

She turned back to the ship, and, squinting through the dark waters tried to spot Gwen. A figure, moving through the water, attracted her attention. She dove swiftly behind a rock, recognizing, even from this distance, the determined swish of Finn’s blue tail, a mere silhouette against the storm clouds visible only when a bolt of lightning lit the waters. Behind him, she spotted the slouched back and lazy stride of the other brother. They were both of them moving swiftly towards the ship, and, illuminated by another blast of lightning for a fraction of a second, she spotted Gwen. Perhaps it was simply her perspective, Evangelion’s great distance from her three siblings, but Gwen appeared to be very, very close to the ship, absorbed with the great wooden vessel before her eyes. She still had not noticed Finn approaching her.

Despite the fact that she was well away from Finn, Evangelion felt herself growing slightly nervous. If Finn found Gwen AND her this far out of the city at this late hour, he would probably combust with sheer rage. Ducking a little further behind the rocks, she watched carefully as the three figures conferred for a brief moment, before turning and heading back down, Gwen slightly behind the two brothers. She knew her siblings well enough to know what was going on. Finn would be furious, her other brother would be obnoxiously gleeful, and Gwen herself would defensive but undoubtedly nervous.

She suddenly realized, watching the three siblings descend towards the city, that they would be bound to look for her the moment they arrived in the castle. Seeing that they were ahead of her on the way to the castle, Evangelion dove down from her hiding space, keeping close to the rocky ridge, trying to not to appear too noticeable. Busy with Gwen, she doubted Finn would be paying attention to much else. Their other brother, on the other hand, might notice the youngest sibling zipping down the rocky sides towards the castle, but, Evangelion reminded herself, he was probably preoccupied with teasing Gwen. She would be fine.

Diving low, she made it down to the castle at about the same time as the royal siblings made their way across the city, watched by several passersby, though, of course, Evangelion was not aware of what was going in the middle of the city. Her attentions were focused entirely on making it to her room before Finn and the others got back. She doubted Gwen would much notice if she’d been gone, but Finn would most certainly check up on her to make sure that she’d not done as they had and swam up to the surface. Swimming fast down the tall, wide hallways of the royal palace of Aurevandis, she made her way fast to the princesses’ chamber. She raced into her room, taking care to shut the door as quickly and as quietly as possible, before sealing herself in her room. She sat up on her bed, her heart racing as she caught her breath. She had done it.

She flopped back onto her bed, and the lateness of the hour took hold of her. She looked up at her ceiling, and sighed. As she fell asleep, she thought about her odd night. One question persisted; Why had Gwen gone? Was it the storm that had attracted her? Was it the humans that had drawn her curiosity? Her mind grew foggy as she pondered those very questions, and she soon found herself falling asleep.
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« Reply #21 on: Apr 11th, 2016, 3:43pm »

Among the crowd of people watching the procession of the royal mer-siblings was a woman, she had blonde hair, hazel eyes and a bright blue tail. She saw the eldest brother scowling at his sister. ‘Something must have happened on the surface’ she thought to herself. She could hear the whispers of the city as everyone watched them enter the castle and then the doors closed. Everyone began to carry on with their normal daily business. The woman swam as fast as she could out of the city and into the outskirts of the vast ocean until she came across a cave but a giant boulder was blocking the entrance. She looked around herself to make sure she hadn't been followed by anyone. When she was sure enough that she was alone she turned back to the boulder. She held her hand out and her eyes glowed purple. All of a sudden, the boulder began to move revealing the opening. The woman swam into the opening and moved the boulder back into place. She sighed and swam further into the cave.

As she entered the main chamber, she smiled sinisterly and her eyes glowed purple once again. Blue smoke enveloped her and she emerged from it shortly after it began to clear but her appearance had changed. She now had short, wavy, lilac hair, lilac eyes and a purple tail. She wore a dark purple shirt and black gloves that covered her arms and her neck and body were covered in both wrinkles and scars. She also had a deep red scar on her left cheek and hanging around her neck was a pendant with her name etched into it ‘Loreley.’

She swam to the centre of the chamber where a large, stone basin was standing there. She held her hand out and out of the basin came a bubble and it hovered there for a moment before an image appeared in the bubble. An image of the events that had just happened on the surface with the pirate ship. “So that’s what happened. A human spotted the princess.” She exclaimed, her voice was coarse and frail. She swam towards a dressing table and looked into the slightly cracked mirror. She touched the scar on her cheek, it stung when she did. She looked back over at the bubble and whisked it away.

Then, an idea struck her. She brought the image of the rescue up again and saw that the male human had attempted to dive back into the water. “Hmm” She thought to herself “This might just be the key to destroying the royal family once and for all” She added smiling sinisterly “Now, how to go about it is the real question." She verbalised before snapping her fingers “I've got it!” She exclaimed and swam as fast as she could to a cabinet where inside were some glowing bottles; potions. Loreley smiled and began laughing menacingly as she started looking through her potion bottles.
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« Reply #22 on: Jun 6th, 2016, 6:40pm »

The storm raged on, thrashing the mighty boat about with reckless abandon, causing even more panic aboard the vessel as the befuddled crew struggled to maintain control of the Titan. There seemed to be a flurry of emotion hovering aboard the ship, each man’s doubt and fear spreading across the deck faster than the water, yet Armond remained in a blank state of sorts. He allowed himself to be dragged along by the Captain and Ren below deck, his emotionless expression the whole way down proved to be rather unsettling to gaze upon. He stared down at the ground the entire time they moved and even after Lorcan provided him with a warm, comforting blanket, that expression had not changed. Throughout Connor’s anger at him, suggesting a doctor check him over, Armond remained dazed and unresponsive to anyone and anything around him. His mind seemed out of reach as it drowned in shame and disappointment. Here he was, a poor man working on a vessel who can take him where he wants to go, to discover the truth behind his father’s claims, and right at the moment that truth becomes visible, it slips away the second he makes a move. Not only had he lost the opportunity, but the trust of his fellow shipmates as well. Armond was certain Captain Connor wasn’t the only one who thought he was delusional. After all, the mermaid-seeker had just leapt out into the treacherous ocean in pursuit of an old wives’ tale and their Captain risked his own neck just to save this man. True, Armond didn’t have a well-established standing on board the Titan to begin with, but at least people treated him as an equal member of the crew. Despite his reasons for joining the crew, everyone still welcomed him with open arms and accepted his help; now all that was certain to change thanks to his actions in this storm. In his mind, what he did was justified in order to discover the mermaid, but he could just as easily see how others would take it the wrong way. “I know this feeling… more so than anyone on this voyage. Having to face the harsh and judgmental masses day after day… like the whole world is against your beliefs. My father taught me how to move past the doubts of others and not let their disbeliefs direct how I live my life. However, I was not prepared for the challenge that walked hand-in-hand with this path. How… how did you live through it all, father? The ridicule and shame they put on our family… how did you continue your crusade with so many who were against you?” he thought to himself, his eyes gazing down at the floor boards as he recalled what his family endured over the years.

Ever since the boy was born and even before, Arthur Mendoza, Armond’s father, was a fisherman and a pretty talented one at that. No one in his small hometown of Kakora had caught as many fish as “Arthur the Snatcher”. His proclivity for fishing not only served as his family’s main source of income but earned him a respectable status in the town, especially among the fishmongers. Kakora was small but a well-known rest stop for all sorts of sailors who happened to be travelling from one of the more populated and glorified isles. Many Kakoran citizens grew up around fishermen and sailors; some even lived in a residence overlooking the ocean blue. Gazing out at the shimmering waves, whether it be dawn or dusk, it was a beautiful sight for those who appreciated such things. As children, those men and women would often be influenced so much by their surroundings that they would become future ship-hands or determined anglers somewhere down the line, making a life for themselves out at the sea they dreamt of exploring. However, not every child’s dream was driven by the briny deep.

After the Snatcher and his wife, Lucy, had their first child, their life took an unexpected turn. About a month before Armond was born, Kakora suffered from a serious decline in fish; with as many fishermen throwing their lines into the bay waters every day, all year long, it was bound to happen sooner or later. For the first few years of their marriage, Arthur‘s fishing brought in enough for the couple to get by, but with supply heavily decreasing by the day, the family man feared he may not be able to provide much for his wife and child. Even with his popularity, he was still stuck in the same boat as every other fisherman in Kakora. There was only one way to change his family’s fate and that was to travel out further than he ever ventured before… to catch more fish and make a better life for his loved ones. Therefore, he promised that after Lucy gave birth, he would take to the seas and vowed to return every couple of weeks. His oath was especially hard to keep once Arthur laid eyes on his newborn son, Armond. Never before had the fishermen felt incredibly happy and proud, no catch could compare to a new life being brought into the world. Holding his baby boy in his hands, Arthur was more determined than ever to go out and provide a nice, comfortable life for Armond and Lucy. Of course, his wife argued with him, trying to change his mind by reminding him of what Arthur would be leaving behind. Lucy knew she couldn’t raise Armond on her own. She was scared of the thought that she’d practically be alone for a majority of her son’s young life, but her husband was stubborn. Once Arthur had his mind set on something, it took a whole lot more than words to hold him back. Despite his best efforts to assure her that he’d come home every couple of weeks to bring in his catch and spend time with his family, Arthur failed in easing Lucy’s mind. They failed to reach an understanding and their relationship suffered as a result.

The day Arthur set off toward a new land, Lucy chose not come to the docks to watch him leave on his voyage. They were content with saying their goodbyes at the house. Lucy held Armond in her arms, cradling him as her fisherman rushed to gather the remainder of his belongings. It was 7:50am, the ship Arthur was to be travelling aboard was to set sail out of the harbor at eight o’clock, giving Lucy only ten minutes to say her final words. That morning, every time she opened her mouth to speak, Arthur would blurt something out in irritation over not finding his compass, pocket watch, or some other knick-knack he deemed as a bloody ‘good luck charm’. Half the time Lucy believes he just calls them lucky to steer away from the fact that said objects are trash. Regardless of his little hobby, Lucy didn’t really have a problem with her husband. On the outside, she might seem furious with him, but on the inside, the wife was saddened to see her love about to walk out of her life and into the treacherous ocean. Lucy decided that enough was enough! She was tired of putting on this act while the small window of time she had left with her beloved decreased by the second. As he approached the door, Lucy rushed over to her husband and wrapped her arm around Arthur from behind, her other still cradling Armond. “Just make sure… you always come back to us…” Those words were imprinted in Armond’s mind as a mere infant and he carried them all throughout his life. In fact, those words and the sight of his father walking out into the bright morning sun were the only fragments of his infancy that Armond could recall. His mother helped him fill in the blanks, but to this day, even on that rickety boat, he could recall perfectly the sight of his father waving back to him as he disappeared into the light flooding into the home he grew up in. This memory popped up every time his father would leave Kakora… and those familiar feelings that accompanied it. Every moment Armond witnessed Arthur leave for sea… the small boy would feel a twinge of fear deep down… afraid for the day when his father would never return.
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Shouts subsided and instead the echo of footsteps coming down the stairs surprised Meltem to a great degree. She knew that she had been discovered, but she failed to realize the possibility that more than one individual could come down here during the storm for a myriad of reasons. The Oryantal seemed paranoid as she scurried back by the crates, pulling the blanket over her head for that instant, as if trying to shield herself from the possible outcome of being attacked by a pirate.

However, when she heard the concerned voices alongside a thud near her, Meltem couldn’t help but poke her head from underneath the rich cotton cloth. Her eyes scanned the environment, only seeing a bit from what little light had been shimmering in this cargo bay. Growing curious, she finally saw him, someone who appeared to have recovered from falling off of the side of the ship, or witnessed someone dying. The look in his eyes had been one that Meltem had been far too familiar with, that of a loss. What the loss had been she hadn’t been sure, but the more she observed him, even slowly stepping up onto her bare feet and treading through the waters towards him, a chill seemed to fall through her spine. The water, despite its frigid temperature, didn’t seem to phase the Oryantal in the slightest. She saw the three other individuals here, and it made her uneasy to see that they were there. However, despite this she approached them as silent as she can be. At this point, did it truly matter whether or not her presence would be known? She thought otherwise, for such an event would be revealed to all anyway. She had been too focused on what Armond had been.

No, as she stood above Armond, her short stature not doing much to intimidate anyone, her heart seemed to race in both fear and hatred. He had been one of those. The features he carried were unmistakable, and it made Meltem seemingly seething with disgust. Why would someone like him be on this ship? Oryan and N’amidia had been thousands of kilometers away from this region. It should have been impossible for his kind to be here.

“Burada ne yapıyorsun, seni piç? Beni yakalamak için mi geldin?” she asked Armond with a cynical tone to her voice. She knew that no one would be able to understand her, but nonetheless Meltem spoke to Armond like this. Not like they would take very kindly to her words either. It had been so long since she spoke her native tongue, it almost seemed foreign, but at the same time it gave Meltem a sense of comfort and security speaking like this.

When he gave no response, Meltem clung the blankets tighter around her and turned to the others. “What the hell is wrong with this man? Why is he here, and why does it look like he lost his innocence?” she asked them, not even giving Armond any more eye contact. Such a thing would ashame both her and her siblings. To associate with his kind either meant trouble or bad luck. “No, I take it back, he has no innocence. He’s guilty of something, I know that for sure. They’re all pis götler.”
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« Reply #24 on: Jun 29th, 2016, 2:22pm »

“When have I ever tried to coddle you?” Ren said with a slight smirk on her lips, but she failed to hide the look of concern in her eyes as she sat Connor down on a nearby crate. She examined his hand, which had been rubbed raw by the rope, to the point that blood flowed freely from it. Also, judging by the way he was sitting and his sharp breaths, there was probably some injury to his ribcage.

“I’m not going to say you shouldn’t be out there, but Lorcan is right. That hand defiantly needs stitching. At least let us patch you up as best we can before you go back out.” She glanced over at Armond, who stared blankly at the wooden planks on the floor. “He, on the other hand, is staying right down here. Lorcan, will you attend to Mendoza?”

Not listening to whether Connor protested or not, she tore a strip of cloth and wrapped around his hand, applying pressure to hopefully stop the bleeding for now.
“Now then, where do you keep the surgeon’s chest?” She asked, as her deft hands tied a knot in the fabric. The ship lurched suddenly, tossed about in the colossal waves, reminding everyone that the furious storm raged above them.

Ren stood up and opened her mouth to speak further, when she was interrupted by a voice behind. Instinctively, she grasped the hilt of her sheathed sword and turned, only to find a girl of around fifteen or sixteen years standing above Armond, speaking to him in a harsh tone. It was only then the pirate recognized the language was that of Oryan. She was actually able to decipher some of what this girl was saying from her brief visits to the country, albeit it was some of the more vulgar words.

When the young man didn’t show any signs of response, the girl began to question the rest of them. Unsure of what to do, Ren threw a quick glance back at Connor, as she released her grip on the sword hilt. Not that she had ever dealt with stowaways before. They can be a common occurrence on many ships, especially after visiting one of the poorer countries. But normally they try to stay hidden and undiscovered, and here was this girl taunting one of the crew and confronting the rest of them. The She-Devil did have to admire the Oryantal’s boldness.

“Kimsin?” She said calmly, recalling some of the basic phrases she had learned to barter and converse with merchants whilst in Oryan. “Ne istiyorsun?” She indicated at Armond. “What is your issue with this man?”
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« Reply #25 on: Dec 4th, 2016, 3:22pm »

Meanwhile, as Armond, Lorcan, Ren and Connor stood below deck, dealing with the surprise of discovering an Oryantal concealed aboard the Titan, Jonathan found himself at the helm of the mighty ship, desperately clutching at the wheel, trying to keep the ship level as the the winds threatened to break the Titan, every bit of his clothing sopping wet, the rain coming down heavier and heavier, the waves growing larger and larger, as the storm grew ever more menacing. He was, as far as he could tell, the only person of significance on the top deck, an experience he was not entirely familiar with.

He was the First Mate, it was true, but, with two Captains and a childhood friend of one of the captains aboard, there was little need aboard the Titan for leadership, which made his current predicament all the worse. There was generally little need for him, Ren and Connor were generally quite reliable in moments of crisis, which made their current disappearance all the stranger. In their raids, Connor preferred to be in the thick of the action, generally leading boarding parties, and none aboard the Titan or the Behemoth before it could match Ren in terms of sailing, she could outstrip and outsteer virtually any warship. This generally left Jonathan to remaining aboard the Titan, ostensibly to protect the ship, while glory was won a few meters in front of him.

Jonathan himself wasn’t entirely sure what had sent Connor and Ren scurrying below deck with he had no idea how many other people. He squinted down the length of the ship, trying to make out, in the dark of the night, who exactly was left on the top deck of the Titan with him. The gigantic storm clouds obscured the moon however, and it was impossible to see more than a few meters ahead with any sense of certainty. He cast his eyes upwards, at what were usually the rather majestic masts of the Titan, but were now dwarfed by the sheer vastness of the great cloud overhead, spinning slightly, like the gods themselves spinning a huge wheel across the heavens. Mercifully, the sails, which had, when the storm had initially set in been unfurled, had been furled; they would not be losing any of those, it seemed. In weather this dangerous, it was best to simply try to keep as much of the ship in one piece, and the sails were among the most important parts of the ship to attend to, for it they were to take any damage, they would be effectively unable to move whatsoever.

He opened his mouth to call out to whomever might be there, only to receive a blast of saltwater as another great wave crashed into the Titan, sending the whole ship teetering to one side, and sending Jonathan skittering a few feet from the wheel. Leaping back to his feet, slipping and sliding against the slick saturated wood of the deck, he scrambled back to the wheel, desperately keeping the ship on some vague impression of the course Connor had indicated to him before his disappearance. Coughing and spluttering, he tried to speak again.

“All right!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, though still not really sure whether he could be audible to anyone on the ship. “Everyone! Anyone! Prepare to-” He was cut off by a terrible screeching sort of sound that drowned out both his own voice and, to some degree, the endless torrential rain, as the Titan came careened to one side, sending Jonathan swearing and coughing back to the soaked floor of the ship. The Titan, which had once been bobbing and swaying amongst the waves was not listing horribly to one side, and Jonathan scrambled hurriedly back to his feet, running back to the wheel to right, to whatever degree he could, current path the ship was in. His mind instantly when to the worst possibility, the ship’s hull had been smashed irrevocably, and they were now sinking. The least he could do was try and navigate them towards shallower waters, where they might be able to stop for some time. He pulled at wheel furiously, and the ship swayed slightly, not quite righting, but maintaining some kind of course.
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« Reply #26 on: Dec 12th, 2016, 7:26pm »

With a very flustered looking Guinevere and a smug looking Obsidian both with their tails turned towards home, Finn forced himself to take three very deep breaths before he took off after them. It was taking every fiber of his being to not dig his fingers into both of his sibling's hair, wrap a large hunk of hair in each hand, take a firm grasp of their heads, and bash both of their skulls together. If even ONE of them had any sense to them, then maybe they wouldn't be in such a mess right now. The prince turned only once to glare up to the murky outlines of the ship still being tossed about in the waves above them.

"Poseidon take you all. I hope your blasted, unholy contraption gets torn apart into a thousand pieces and every last one of you meets your sorry end in these waters. May your bloated corpses rot in the darkness of the abyss," he spat darkly.

The long and quiet swim back to Kainahina was just that - excruciatingly long and painfully quiet. He could practically hear Gwen's heart pounding in her chest and his stupid little brother laughing in his own head. For his part, Finnaginn was uncharacteristically silent the entire way there. He ignored the few glances cast back in his direction by both of them. The look on his face was ominous and brooding.

Soon enough, the trio arrived upon the outskirts of the city. Of course his siblings decided to swim back to the palace down one of the streets that was almost always populated by at least several denizens of the merfolk kingdom. Had they not been out in public, Finn would have smacked himself on the forehead. It was probably just habit for them to have chosen this particular path back to the kingdom, but had Finn in been in the lead, he would have made sure to take a road less traveled. That was one of the first rules of sneaking in and out past curfew - not that the eldest prince knew anything about such matters, of course.

His sister seemed to amp up her speed as the whispers started. Naturally, when she lifted her head to meet anyone else, the whispers stopped and everyone bowed their heads as if bowing, but Finn was no idiot - they were all just trying not to get caught gossiping. Wonderful. So much for trying to keep this hidden from the Queen, as had been his hope. Their mother was old, plain and simple, and her constitution seemed to be getting frailer with each passing day. He knew that his siblings - Gwen especially - didn't want to admit that, but being the eldest, Finn knew he couldn't live in some fantasy world where everything was perfect and nobody ever died. That was life. With this many merfolk about, Finn had no doubt that news of the trio's midnight adventure would reach the palace before the sun came up.

He briefly locked eyes with only one other mermaid that night - a strange, hazel-eyed, blonde and blue-tailed young woman who was lurking in the shadows of one of the larger halls where the vendors and merchants often gathered. Finn had never seen her before, but that didn't mean much. His thoughts were elsewhere, though, and he resumed glaring at his siblings until they reached the gates. He told Gwen to go to her room, something which probably didn't need to be said, and turned back to look out over the city for a few moments. By the time Finn swam up to the gate, Obsidian and Guinevere were already out of sight. Finn paused next to the two guards, resting a firm hand on the one's shoulder.

"Nobody is to go in or out of the royal wing tonight unless it is absolutely, positively, life-threateningly necessary. That especially goes for Guinevere, Obsidian, and Evangelion. My mother is not to be disturbed for any reason whatsoever. Should a problem arise, seek me out first."

"As you wish, Your Highness," the one to the left replied.

The other guard fidgeted a bit, looking uncomfortable as he made eye contact with Finnaginn. It was a wonder Finn didn't seer his eyeballs out of his socket. "S-Sir, is everything--"

"Everything is fine for now," Finn answered abruptly. "I'll brief the Captain tomorrow when I see him. For now, you have your orders. Follow them."

"Yes, sir," they both replied, holding their At Attention pose until the prince swam past them.

The first thing Finn did was check to see if Obsidian was in his room. Surprisingly, he was. He was all curled up in his bed with his back to the door, pretending to be asleep. "Obs, I know your'e awake." No answer. "Fine. Pretend to be asleep all you want to," Finn growled. "Not a word of this to anyone until after I've spoken to Gwen and Mother. Understand?"

Getting no answer in reply, he slammed his brother's door shut a bit louder than he meant to. His second stop was his sister's bedroom. He had every intention of barging in (there was certainly enough money in the budget to just order a new door), but as his hand rested against the door handle, he paused. He noticed that his own hand was trembling. The adrenaline rush was starting to wear off, and for the first time he realized just how very dangerous of a situation his sister had been in. She could have very easily been hurt... or worse.

There wasn't a sound coming from inside the girls' bedroom. Forcing himself to take another deep breath in an effort to calm himself down, he quietly pushed the door open and poked his head inside.

It was dark, but still dim enough to see. Finn swam quietly into the room and looked around. Evangelion was, thankfully, sound asleep in her own bed. Thank the gods. At least I have one sane sibling, he thought, shaking his head as he gave his little sister an affectionate pat on her head. As he made his way to Gwen's bedroom, he wasn't at all surprised to see her passed out on top of her bed. He sighed heavily as he watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful and serene in her sleep that Finn almost couldn't stay mad at her.

"Gwenny, what am I going to do with you?" he whispered sadly, leaning over to pull a blanket up over top of her. He sat down on the very edge of her bed and buried his face into his hands. "You're going to give me grey hairs before I ever put a crown on my head. Why must you be so completely obsessed with those disgusting two-legged monsters? Why can't you just be happy with what's right here in front of you?" Sighing heavily, he got up from her bed and swam over to the door. "Tomorrow... I don't care if you wind up hating me for the rest of your life, but I swear on my life, Gwen, I'm not going to let you put yourself into such a dangerous position ever again."

Without another word, the prince pulled his sisters' bedroom door shut, then slowly swam off to spend the rest of the night swimming laps around the palace while he tried to figure out a plan of action for the coming day. It was going to be a long, sleepless night for him.

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"Aye, ma'am," Lorcan nodded as Ren ordered him to keep watch over Armond, who looked more like a drowned rat than a man at the moment. This night was turning into quite the misadventure, and Lorcan could only pray that nothing else bad would happen.

If the gods heard his plight, it seemed they enjoyed a good joke.

To his bewilderment, the stowaway girl had decided to not only blow her cover, but was now standing over where Armond was slumped over and was practically shouting at him in some exotic sounding foreign tongue. It was nothing Lorcan recognized, and even if it had sounded familiar, it could have been one of a hundred of the languages he often heard thrown about in these southern port cities. Lorcan shot the stowaway a look that said 'are you dumb or are you just stupid?!' However, he didn't want to make it common knowledge that he had discovered the girl himself a few short moments ago.

Ren, it seemed, knew enough of the language to communicate, but Lorcan still had no idea what to do or say. Did she have some sort of problem with Armond? Did he know her, or she know him? Just as Lorcan was about to ask that question out loud, a sound that no sailor ever wanted to hear filled the air. The nightmarish smashing noise was followed by a mighty lurch of the ship that was enough to toss everyone below deck flying across the cargo hold and the sound of trickling water coming from... somewhere.

Lorcan's eyes were as wide as saucers as he scrambled back to his feet. "Dia maith ar neamh!! What was that?!"
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Connor looked around at his crew with annoyance in his gaze. While Lorcan frantically appealed to Ren, the captain palmed his face with his non-bloody hand. What good were stitches if they were all going to perish at sea anyway? Suddenly he was whisked away by the She-Devil without being allowed a moment’s protest. He was about to admit defeat and tell her where she could find the medical supplies when yet another interruption reared its head. The captain stared flabbergasted as he noticed the small oriental girl screaming obscenities at his first mate. It was no small quarrel that had divided their peoples; racism between their two nationalities had ran thick and deep for a great many generations.

Finally after several seconds of just awkwardly staring at the tiny thing, several things happened in quick succession. Firstly, Connor staggered to his feet despite the extensive damage to his ribs. Immediately following, Connor hacked up a bit of blood before spitting on the stained wooden floor. Next, Connor took a long drink from his glass bottle of rum. He downed it in one continuous gulp, chugging it as if it were the last drink that would ever meet his lips. As he lowered the bottle, his balled up fists trembled, lips quivered, and his eyes twitched erratically. He looked to and fro at the whole lot of em. A joke of a sailor, a mess of an old friend, a fool of a child, and a reckless dame of a fellow captain...all standing around worrying about superficial injuries, simple maritime madness, and personal vendettas in the midst of the greatest storm that the Titan had ever battled against. Cap’n Mad Jackson was finally ready to lose it. The series of misfortunate events had finally took their toll.

With all the force that his significantly injured body could muster, the captain threw the empty rum glass against the wall on the far side of the room, shattering it into a million tiny pieces on impact. His eyes were wild with fury as he began his tirade. “Damn it all!!! As if there weren’t enough problems on this blasted ship, the Almighty has seen fit to hand me yet another! To Hell with her problems with Mendoza! In fact, to Hell with all of ya! Useless, insufferable, and insubordinate jokes of sailors! REN! I brought you aboard this ship to follow MY commands, not play the part of a bloody nurse! And LORCAN! Get some backbone in that cowardly spine of yours or else do me the favor and make yourself useful by jumping off my bloody ship! At least then there would be one less blubbering mouth to feed! As for you, stowaway--” At this point, Connor walked over to Meltem and yanked her to her feet. “I’ll deal with you later, mark my words, you’ll regret that you were ever born! But in order to do that, I have to see to it that you don’t drown first!” With that, the captain gave her a firm shove in Lorcan’s direction. “See to her. Find some way to make her useful!” He ordered the sailor. “As for babysitting Mendoza,” Connor walked over to his childhood friend and without warning fired a punch that landed square in between the eyes, rendering the madman unconscious. “He won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. So unless you want me to put some tea on for your evening social, I suggest you get back to your damned posts! And if I hear one more word of protest out of any of you, I will strike you down with such a force that the gods themselves will tremble in my wake! Speaking of which---” The captain looked up at the sky. “Got anything else for me!?” As if in answer, the ship lurched everyone off balance as the ship roared in pain. Connor was used to the way his baby moved, and so he simply glided along on his toes, sliding backwards until the ship was steadied again.

The captain looked skyward again. “Ha! Nice try ya old swine! It’ll take more than that to best Mad Jack!” The captain returned his attention to the crew. “Everyone to your stations! Now!!!” He didn’t waste time to see the response from Ren or Lorcan, but instead ran up the stairs back onto the battlefield that was the main deck. It certainly seemed that no manner of action could divert the disaster at hand. The only thing that could be done was to delay the inevitable. If they could somehow direct the ship to crash on the mainlands of an island nearby, then they could minimize the casualties. To do that though, they needed to see past the ungodly fog and the devilish clouds. The crow’s nest was long since emptied when a gust of wind sent a sailor hurdling off to his doom. That was where Connor decided that he needed to be. The captain ran for what was left of the mast and began to climb. The wood was slippery and treacherous, the climb up was grueling and torturous on hands, still raw from the rope burn. The captain internalized the pain and bit down on his tongue until it bled. As he was two-thirds the way there, a gust of wind blew him away so that he was holding on for dear life with one hand locked onto the ladder in a death grip. Slowly the captain regained his balance and footing and continued the climb. At last he reached the nest, he looked out through a telescope at the horizon and saw it. “LAAAAAND HOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! LAAAAAND HOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” Connor cried out so loudly that his vocal chords burned. “ADJUST EAST HEARTY!!!!! EAAAASSSTTT!!!!!!!!” No sooner had he got the words out then another gust of wind blew sending the captain hurdling off the nest and down to certain death. With incredible agility, the captain managed to get a hold of the rope ladder which had been blown about as well. That gave him just enough time to unsheathe his sword and pierce the wood for leverage. The captain maneuvered back onto the ladder and climbed down to safety, the sword still stuck high in the wood beam. He made his way back to Jonathan and offered another set of hands and extra muscle to fight the winds for control of the wheel. “Excellent work Hearty! Fine job! Now throw your muscle into it!” He shouted with a grunt as he turned the wheel to guide the ship toward the island.
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The common tongue had been a most foul one, if Meltem said so herself. The way Connor spoke to her had been the most degrading and upsetting of all the events that had transpired during her time away from her homeland. The man, although she knew of his importance, had no right to speak to her in such a manner! Despite this she had been frozen, unable to protest as she saw him go through the vast array of emotions that he had running through him. Even when he punched Armond, who in her right mind she would have cheered him on and entice further violence, felt nothing but dread and a sickness well up in her entire being. Meltem’s eyes seemed to twitch about, looking at the others as she tried to decide on what her next course of action should be.

When the ship lurched, however, Meltem had been thrown to the side, her small weight unable to handle the inertia of the event. Her feet were thrown upwards and her body slid across the floor, hitting the crates with a heavy thud, knocking the wind out of her. Although it hurt greatly, making Meltem spasm for an instant, with a cough escaping her and a struggle to breathe for a moment, she could still make sense of what exactly had been happening. The pain was great, a searing heat filling her up from the front of her stomach to the tips of her legs, but after she had regained her breath she weakly pushed herself up with her hands, grasping the edge of the crate and trepidations running through her.

The water splashed up against her bare feet, and Meltem looked over at the others. Connor had left to presumably help with the ship’s course, and despite the discomfort all over her lower body she made a cry towards Ren. Even though she didn’t trust her, let alone desire to speak with her, she stated loudly, “C-Could you please help me?! I-I’m having a bit of trouble g-getting my footing back.”
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If looks could kill, then the young captain would have dropped dead from the seething stare Ren was giving him. She opened her mouth to retort, but instead held her tongue. She knew better than to start a fight with him when he was like this. However, she was not going to let this slide. From her life on the sea, Ren had seen fellow sailors lose limbs to infection from smaller injuries than Connor’s. Knowing that it was going to be a while before they’d be docking into any port, she knew she had to treat him straight away to stop this from occurring. This was the exact kind of experience and foresight that made her a good captain, a skilled sailor and a formidable pirate.

If the man wasn’t so blinded by his own stubborn pride, Connor might have seen this. Instead, he downed a bottle rum and began to shout at her and the rest of his crew. Ren had to restrain herself from delivering a sharp slap across his face. How DARE he accuse her of playing nursemaid! If he wasn’t careful, his pirating days would be short-lived. Reckless pirates never lasted long on these unforgiving seas.

After he knocked Armond unconscious (which Ren agreed was probably the best course of action, given the situation), and clambered back above deck, Ren went to follow him.
“Fool!” she muttered under her breath, as she struggled to keep her bearings from the constant jostling of the ship, when she heard a sudden cry behind her. She looked behind her, only to see the small Oryantal begging her to help.

Swearing loudly, the Aderian reached out and grabbed the stowaway’s arm to help steady her, and pulled her closer.
“Just stick by me and try not to get washed overboard!” She shouted over the roar of the storm as they approached the entrance to the deck.

After climbing above deck, they could see the chaos of the storm around them, with men scrambling around trying to keep the ship afloat. The unforgiving wind whipped at their faces and the relentless driving rain chilled them to the bone. Out of the corner of her eye, Ren could see one of the many ropes dancing freely in the wind, threatening to release the sails and leave the Titian to the storm’s mercy. She rushed over it, grabbed it and began to battle with the very might of Onweer as she tried to secure it again.
“Hold on to something!” she barked at Meltem, trying to prevent the poor girl from being tossed into the perilous ocean.

When she had nearly completed her task, the young pirate could just make out Connor’s voice over the noise of the storm, telling everyone that he had sighted land. A sense of relief settled within her as she tied the last knot, her fingers numb and aching.
“Make sure this stays secure!” she ordered the Oryantal, as she herself made her way towards the bow, gripping the sides of the ship for support. She peered out into the distance, trying to make out anything in the grey, with her only light being the lightning that briefly illuminated the sky ever few seconds.

Suddenly, she spotted the faint outline of a beach that was coming towards them fast. Too fast. Her silver eyes widened in alarm.
“BRACE!!!” she yelled, and the ship came to a violent halt, with the awful din of rocks and sand scraping along the hull, the sudden motion throwing numerous sailors off balance.

Ren stood up and glanced over at Captain Jackson standing by the wheel, whilst letting out a sigh of relief. They had made it.
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