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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 3, 2014 20:32:33 GMT -5
Hello, viewers! This is a pirate RP betwixt the Pirate and me.  Feel free to read! |
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 3, 2014 20:33:59 GMT -5
Name: Jackson Henry Harrison
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Societal Rank: Low, Pirate, First Mate.
Personality: Jackson is a shady person with good intentions. He has a heart of pure gold and would throw down his life in the name of The Greater Good. He's charming, spontaneous, and adventure seeking. With his crew, Jackson is charismatic, funny, sarcastic, and all smiles. Around people he doesn't know well, he's a little more toned down. And when he notices that he's getting too close to someone, when they can see him how he sees himself, he shuts them out completely. Protective and stubborn, Jackson can be a little too hard-headed for his own good. When he joined his brother on the ship, his good intentions were muffled by the life and its influence. He's murdered, looted, and fought. He's beaten and plundered, and it all eats away at him. The guilt gnaws at his soul until he's left with an emptiness inside. And he's quickly becoming numb to his conscience. The killing and the stealing is becoming a day-to-day normality.
History: Jackson's parents died when he was only eight and his older brother, Shane, was fifteen. For awhile, he was bounced around as an orphan, and for the majority of time, he was homeless. His brother always protected him, making great sacrifices to ensure that he had a full belly and a warm blanket at all times. When Shane turned eighteen, he got a job on a small merchant ship and things snowballed from there. Shane disappeared from Jackson's life for seven years, only to appear again one day. He had bought a modest ship, and had hired a small crew, and his next goal was to convince his younger brother to join him. That was the day Jackson left their small town behind and joined his brother on the high seas.
Appearance: Jackson stands at a staggering 6'4" and weighs 215 pounds. He's toned and in shape from a lifetime of work and heavy-lifting. After years at sea, he's developed a deep, rich tan. His skin is marred by many scars from several knife fights, and he has the remnants of a musket ball lodged in his thigh. He has a chiseled jawline and handsome features, something that's caught the eye of many women. His eyes are a vibrant, dark green, flecked with hues of gray. He has dark brown hair that is just long enough to be able to be tied back, and it often falls in his eyes.
Name: Adelaide Florence Montgomery
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Societal Rank: Mid-low, worker in a small shop.
Personality: Adelaide is a quiet girl, but many people misinterpret her as intimidating and aggressive. She is extremely wary of others, having had her fair share of bad relationships with family, friends, and men alike. Despite her generally cynical outlook on the world, she is extremely kind-hearted and would do anything to help someone in need. She's loyal to a fault and is learning how to stand up for herself against those who use it against her. Only those she trusts the most are allowed to become close to her emotionally, and at her core, she's just a sweet, innocent, trusting girl.
History: Adelaide's mother died giving birth to her, leaving her in the sole care of her father. Also the small town's drunkard, her father was negligent and often resorted to verbal and physical abuse. She was a small, frightened child who often confided in the elderly woman who lived a short distance away. The woman knew Adelaide's mother when she was alive, and told her many stories about her life and the kind of person she was. When Adelaide turned 14, she finally gathered enough courage to run away. She worked various menial jobs when she could. At the age of 17, she met a 20 year-old man and quickly fell head-over-heels for him. She was smitten, and frequently forgave him for his acts of abuse against her. It wasn't until he gave her the scar across her torso in a drunken rage that she realized she needed to escape. She fled the city. Just recently, she settled in a small merchant town situated right on the sea. She works in a local shop owned by a gruff, but seemingly well-meaning couple.
Appearance: Adelaide reaches a height of 5'9" and weighs a slim 130 pounds. Unlike many women her age, she is lean and muscular, though she still has gentle feminine curves. From spending the majority of her time outside, her skin is a caramel tone, marred only by a few small scars, and one thick, ridged scar that runs diagonally across her torso. Her hair is a deep auburn, reaching the middle of her back in large waves. She has large, sapphire eyes framed by long, dark lashes. Her thick brows intensify her sharp appearance. Full lips, high cheekbones, and slightly angular features add to her overall aggressive, intimidating look.
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Post by Pirate on Aug 3, 2014 21:02:01 GMT -5
Name: Alice Langley
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Societal Rank: Sole heir of the Marquis, therefore referred to as Lady Langley
Personality: Alice is rather shy and reserved. She is still a bit awkward around royalty and often chooses to remain silent when she is not being spoken to. She is a little bit of a klutz and often makes mistakes because of her nerves. She is skittish around new people and it takes her a while to come out of her shell. She is very kind and has a rather optimistic view of the world.
History: Alice's parents died a few years ago from disease and she moved in with her godfather, who happened to be a Marquis. As he had no children, she became his sole heir and was immediately groomed to fit her position and attract the attention of a Duke or better.
Appearance: Alice is small, reaching about 5'4" and weighing barely ninety pounds. She is slender but also soft from her life of luxury. She has a naturally pretty face with a petite nose and hazel eyes. Her cheek bones are high and her mouth small but with plump lips. Her skin is fair and flawless as her godmother diligently keeps her out of the sun to ensure that she retains her beauty. Her hair is a chestnut brown and forms natural curls, although in her position she must maintain appearances and it is often coiffed in fashionable up dos.
Name: Kainan Chemla
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Merman
Personality: Kain has had life handed to him on a plate. He is very selfish and narrow minded and hardly thinks of others in any sort of way other than what they can do for him. He is very impulsive and partakes in many activities based on a whim. Although very self-centered, he does take notice of the world, although it's through a filtered lens, and he often grows curious over occurrences and has an innate desire to explore. On occasion, he is able to control his desires, or rather, finds a reason to put another before himself, although it usually has selfish ends. He is very trusting of others because he thinks everyone is intent to assist him and help him. His loyalty lies in himself and he has no true friends because of his easily swayed allegiances. He is rarely found to be affectionate toward others, although he does have a few soft spots for babies of any sort. He thinks with his emotions and is often illogical in his actions and thoughts. He is boisterous and outgoing and just a big personality over all.
History: Kain is first in line for the throne in Atlantis and was raised in luxury. He had an abundance of servants and was raised by a nanny who adored him and catered to his every whim. He didn't see much of his father and mother, who were more focused on their duties to their people and an ongoing war between different factions of merfolk. As Kain grew older, his father pushed for him to find a wife in case his ascension to the throne abruptly came about. Intent to find an exotic woman, Kain turned his eyes to land in pursuit of a valuable prize.
Appearance:Kain has a naturally tanned complexion due to genetics. His straight black hair falls to his chin when dry. He has soft brown eyes that are very expressive of the emotions he experiences. His face is more rectangular in shape. He is muscular from the physical demands of swimming and his tail is a bright, flashy yellow, reminiscent of his personality.
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 3, 2014 21:58:07 GMT -5
"Shane," Jackson hissed, grabbing his older brother's arm and yanking him back. "Are you sure about this?" It was the dead of night and he could hardly see the older man's face. The three men with them were tense and uneasy. "Yes, Jackson. This man deserves this. I'm sure he'll remember me and the great disservice he did to this crew." He cocked his pistol, "And Marquis are rich, so I get the vengeance I want and we'll get our money back...ten-fold." Jackson stiffened; he felt like he hardly knew his brother anymore. "Just remember, find the girl first, then we'll wake up the old man," Shane added, splitting a glance between the men. "And don't hurt her," Jackson tacked on. He didn't like their plan, but he knew he wouldn't be able to convince his brother to turn around. A moment later, Shane kicked in the front door and the group headed in, working their way upstairs quickly. They each checked a different room, but Jackson was the one who found the girl. Alice, he believed to be her name. Shane appeared behind him the next moment, "Get her." Jackson swallowed a sigh and headed into the room, pulling the girl from her bed and pressing a hand over her mouth to keep her from adding to the ruckus. He led her out of the room and across the hall, where the other men were waiting, each ready with a pistol in hand in case any servants or maids decided to act heroic. Shane headed into the Marquis' bedroom and pressed the gun to his head. "Remember me, old man?" He smiled gesturing toward Jackson, who had Alice restrained. "That pretty young woman is coming with us. I'm sure you can figure out what I want. We'll be in correspondence." With his vague threat hanging in the air, Shane stormed out of the room, gun raised to anyone who got in his way. Jackson and his men followed quickly, the young Alice in tow. They fled down to the docks, climbing aboard the ship and shouting for the other half of the crew to set sail. As soon as they were moving away from the town, Shane snatched the heiress from Jackson and drug her below deck, his brother on his heels. The captain led her to a small room and flung her on the bed, a sick smirk on his lips as he began to unbuckle his belt. Jackson frowned, yanking his brother back, "What the hell are you doing?" Shane frowned, "What the hell does it look like?" Jackson tilted his head, "We agreed she wouldn't be hurt." Shane snarled, "We have to teach her her place. And she's mighty attractive." He suddenly paused, appraising his younger brother. "You know, this might be good for you, Jacks," he said slowly, fastening his belt. "You can really prove yourself here. I'm willing to give up this fine dame just for you." Jackson grit his teeth, "We're not bartering here." Shane smiled, "You're right, we aren't. I'm giving you an order. Don't even think about coming up top before you've thoroughly dealt with her." With that, he left the two of them alone. Jackson stood staring at the door for a long minute before he slowly turned to face Alice.
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Post by Pirate on Aug 3, 2014 22:22:33 GMT -5
Alice was sound asleep in her bed when suddenly she was awoken by a loud cracking sound followed by a thump. Confused, she started to sit up to see what had happened when rough hands grabbed her, one moving to cover her mouth and muffle the scream that escaped her. What was happening? She hadn't gotten a good look at her attacker as he forced her on her feet and out of the room, tears of panic and fear pricking at her eyes. She whimpered as she was led to her godfather's room and saw a terrifying man hovering by the bed. Were they going to kill him right in front of her? When he gestured at her, she was able to see her godfather's face. The way his eyes widened in horror at the sight of their captive terrified her even more. Who were they and what did they want with her? As she was dragged away, she screamed, struggling against her captor's grip, her last glimpse of her godfather was his face twisted in horror in a futile attempt at reaching out for her. She sobbed as she was taken outside, wishing that some miracle would occur and she would be rescued. No one stepped in to save her as she was drug onto a ship, indicating to her that they were pirates. What did they want with her and her family? They could have stolen the money from their home, why take her? She cowered into her captor's chest as the man from before tugged her away and drug her below deck. She whimpered again as she was violently thrown onto a bed, looking up through her hair to see the man undoing his belt. Oh, God... She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping the nightmare would disappear and she would wake up soon. The two men seemed to get in an argument and she curled up into herself, shaking in fear. She didn't know what would happen. She peeked up again to see the scarier one had left, but there was still one in there with her. She cowered away, hiding her face in her arms and sobbing.
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 3, 2014 22:38:15 GMT -5
Jackson frowned at the sobbing woman, watching her for a moment before he drew a knife from the sheath at his waist. He held the handle so that the blade was flat against his forearm. Wrapping a calloused hand around her upper arm, he tugged her to her feet and pulled her away from the bed. "I should assume you're a virgin, right? The whole marriage and royalty thing?" He turned his back to her then, "Don't even think about touching that door," he warned as he sliced open his palm. Pulling back the sheets with his clean hand, he made a fist with the other and watched as his blood dripped onto the pale cloth. When he had made a small stain, he pulled his hand away and ripped off a piece of the blanket to tie around his palm. Heaving a sigh, he pulled his hair from it's ponytail and mussed it with his good hand a bit. He then loosened the tie on his tunic and pulled off his boots, setting them and the knife aside. After making the bed look disheveled, he sat down on the edge, glancing up at the heiress. "Loosen your blouse, take off your shoes, and rat up your hair. Then sit down. When Shane comes back, act as though you're just getting dressed."
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Post by Pirate on Aug 3, 2014 22:56:36 GMT -5
Alice whimpered softly as he tugged her from the bed, flinching away when she saw the knife in his hand. When he released her, she wrapped her arms around herself, her shoulders hunched as she cowered away and waited for him to harm her. However, he spoke to her instead and she lifted her gaze in surprise to see that he wasn't even looking at her. When he mentioned running away, she felt her heart fall. She'd been too terrified to have even thought about making a run for it. Either way, she probably would have been caught before she could make it off the ship. She watched him in slight curiosity as he disheveled the bed, although she was frozen to her spot by the still looming fear of what he was doing. When he began to dishevel his own appearance, she finally made the connection and her eyes widened slightly. His instructions were rather specific and looking down at what she was wearing, she realized how indecent she was. She was only in her nightgown. She hadn't even had the chance to pull a robe on while they robbed her from her bed. Quickly crossing her arms over her chest to cover herself up, she sat promptly on the bed. Looking down at her feet. She didn't have shoes. considering how she didn't sleep with them on. The only thing she could do was undo the tie at the top of her nightgown, which would expose her chest more than she felt comfortable with. She followed his instruction anyway, just barely undoing it and then reaching up to muss up her already frazzled brunette curls. Once she was done, she dropped her hands into her lap, her gaze following them and remaining fixed on the soft skin. Her breathing was still quaky but the initial adrenaline rush had left her and her heart beat had slowed slightly. She was by no means comfortable sitting on a bed with her kidnapper, but she figured it was better than being with the other man, Shane. Glancing over at him timidly, she cast her eyes down at his feet. "Thank you," she said softly with a slight tremble to her voice before quickly returning her gaze to her clasped hands.
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 3, 2014 23:19:05 GMT -5
Jackson glanced over at the captive, making sure she was doing as instructed. He frowned slightly, "I suppose you don't have shoes," he said rather blandly. His green eyes slowly worked their way to her face, having his first real chance to actually see her. And a sight she was. He averted his eyes when she untied her nightgown, wishing he could comfort her in some way. After all, it was his fault that she was here. He shook his head as she thanked him, "Don't thank me. You have no reason to. I might be scum of the earth, but I would never rape anyone." He lapsed in to silence after that, staring down at his feet. Minutes ticked by before he glanced at her, "I am sorry, though." Another twenty minutes melted away before there was a rough knock at the door. Jackson immediately began working on tying his tunic as Shane burst into the room. "Ah, damn! I was certain I'd catch you two in the act," he laughed, which sickened Jackson. This life had poisoned his once loving brother. Shane was just slightly shorter than him, with a toned body and mildly similar features, though his hair was longer and his eyes were brown. The man glanced between the two before his eyes fell on the blood stain on the bed, and he gave an approving nod. "Good, good. I need you up on the deck, Jacks. It looks like we're headed into a storm." Jackson nodded, getting to his feet. "What happened to your hand?" Shane asked suddenly, eyeing his brother. Jackson shrugged and grabbed his knife, "She's feisty," he muttered. He pulled on his boots while Shane watched. Before he could leave, Shane gestured toward Alice. "No goodbye kiss? That's the only polite way to treat a lady," he chuckled. Jackson bristled slightly, but knew he'd have to obey his brother in order to keep up the ruse. He turned back toward the young heiress, bending down to press a gentle kiss to her lips- though it was really the corner of her mouth since his head blocked his brother's view. He then gave her a light hug, murmuring in her ear that he would bring her fresh linens and food soon. Then he pulled away and straightened up, turning back to his brother. Shane gave an approving nod and waited for Jackson to leave before he cast a grin toward Alice, then closed and locked the door.
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Post by Pirate on Aug 3, 2014 23:41:55 GMT -5
Alice was silent after her apology, not responding to anything the man said. She jumped when there was a loud knock on the door, her hands flying to the tie on her nightgown and her fingers fumbled uselessly as she was suddenly struck with nerves. What would Shane do if they hadn't done what he had expected? Would he kill them or defile her himself? She let out a shaky breath at the thought, finally getting a good grip on the laces and tying them back up to their former position. When she was done, her hands returned to her lap and she kept her eyes downcast, letting her hair hide her face and obscure her view of the men. When Shane made a comment about the other man kissing her, she lifted her eyes slightly, noticing that he was approaching her. She flinched away from the gentle touch of his lips on the corner of her mouth, making a small sound of discomfort. She tensed as he hugged her, but his words caused her shoulders to relax and she lifted her gaze as he pulled away, finally catching a real glimpse of his face since it was in her line of view. It was much kinder than the other man's and he didn't hold any malice in his green eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Shane looking at her and she quickly dropped her gaze, turning her cheek to him and squeezing her eyes shut as her hands clenched into fists and dug into the sheets. Just the sight of him terrified her and caused her adrenaline to kick in. Once the door was shut and she was alone, she laid on her side and curled up on the bed, crying quietly to herself. Why was this happening to her?
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 3, 2014 23:56:38 GMT -5
As they entered rough waters, Jackson helped direct the crew to keep them on course. It was starting to rain and thunder overhead, veins of lightening flashing across the sky. The water was choppy and knocking the boat back and forth as it climbed and dropped over the waves. When the sea evened out slightly, and the sun began to lift above the horizon, Jackson made his way below deck. He fixed his wet hair back into a ponytail before heading over to see what was cooking in the kettle. The rich, hearty smell of stew assaulted his senses and he dished out a bowl for the heiress before grabbing a hunk of bread and heading to her room. He rapped the door with his knuckles before unlocking it and stepping inside. He walked over and set down the stew and bread on the tiny table beside the bed. "I have some food for you," he murmured. Straightening up, he glanced at the blankets, "Oh, I forgot to bring you some sheets." He headed out of the room to search for a set of linens, leaving the door wide open.
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Post by Pirate on Aug 4, 2014 0:17:30 GMT -5
Alice sat up quickly at the sound of a knock on the door, tucking her hair behind her ears and rubbing away her tears with one quick swipe of her arms. Looking up, she watched as her captor returned, bringing food with him. She was silent as he seemed to talk more to himself than to her and then he was gone. Alice watched after him, only to realize that he had left the door wide open. The space beckoned to her and with no one there to scare her into staying, she leapt to her feet and padded to the doorway, poking her head out and looking down the hall for any sign of pirates. It was empty and, as quickly and quietly as she could, Alice snuck out of the room and down the hall the way they had come earlier in the night, pausing at the bottom of the stairs. She could hear voices above, but they sounded distant. Now may be her only chance to escape. Bounding up the stairs, she darted across the deck as fast as her short legs would carry her, not accustomed to the physical strain. Her adrenaline kept her going though as shouts echoed across the deck when she was spotted, and she pushed herself to run to the edge of the ship. Her step faltered slightly as she neared the railing, realizing the only way out was jumping. She couldn't stop now. Clambering up the railing, she leapt toward the inviting blue of the sea, feeling something just barely miss her back. She'd made it. She hit the water hard and for a moment, she was dazed as she sunk lower. She hadn't swum since she was little and it took a moment for her limbs to remember how to work in the heavy liquid. Arms flailing, she managed to break the surface but despite the storm being gone, it had still stirred up the waves and the current pulled her under. She gasped for air at the wrong time, her lungs filling with water and her mouth opening in a silent scream as she began to sink lower, the edges of her vision growing dark as her lungs used their last reserves of air in an effort to keep her alive.
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 4, 2014 1:06:17 GMT -5
Jackson had just found the crate of sheets when he heard angry shouts from above his head. Confused, he shimmied out of the corner he had worked his way into, and spun around, seeing the door wide open. "Dammit!" he hissed as he quickly sprinted up the steps to the top deck, racing over to where the crew had gathered. He leaned over the railing, seeing the heiress flailing in the water below. Muttering curses under his breath, Jackson kicked off his boots, quickly climbed the short railing, and dove into the water. Even for an experienced swimmer such as himself, the choppy water was pulling him under. He fought the waves, though, reaching out for Alice. Once he had a grip on her, he pulled her toward him, treading water at the side of the boat. A pliant rope later was tossed down to them, and Jackson took Alice's hands in his, placing them on the rungs above her head and helping her climb up. Just as he was about to grab the rope, a tall wave crashed over his head pushed him beneath the surface. One of the crew members grabbed Alice's hands when she neared the top and helped pull her onto the deck. Multiple men were shouting at Jackson, trying to help him reorient himself. He finally managed to find the side of the boat again, in a haze as he climbed to the top. Two of the crew members helped him aboard and he stumbled over the railing onto his knees, sputtering up water as his chest heaved from exertion. Shane, irritable as he was, immediately turned on Alice, verbally berating her and yelling unfathomable curses and insults her way. Jackson staggered slightly as he got to his feet, heading over to the young woman. He gently gripped her shoulders and turned her toward him, ignoring his brother altogether as he inspected her eyes. "Are you okay?" he panted. Shane was still going at it, and moving closer as he did so. Jackson turned on his brother, straightening to his full height, "It's my fault. I left the door open. If you want her to survive, you have to let me get her warmed up." Shane's jaw twitched but he stepped aside as Jackson escorted Alice below deck once more. He led her to the crate filled with linens, grabbing several before he guided her back to her small room. He closed the door, locking it from the inside this time. He began to pull off his wet clothes, leaving himself only in a pair of loose shorts. He glanced up at the heiress before turning to face the door, "Get undressed," he instructed calmly, "And then wrap yourself in a blanket."
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Post by Pirate on Aug 4, 2014 1:29:51 GMT -5
A hand caught her own and pulled her up and as she broke the surface, she took a big gasp, only to end up coughing and spluttering as the air forced the water out of her lungs. She was disoriented and confused as her hands were guided to the rope ladder. Her thoughts clearing up, she began to climb, not stopping until she reached the top. She was roughly pulled over the edge and then jerked to her feet, coming face to face with Shane. There was a loud smack and she didn't realize what had made the noise until her cheek began to sting with pain. He'd struck her and now he was screaming profanities and cursing her. She cringed as his voice berated her ears and she squeaked softly as hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her to face who she now knew was her rescuer. He looked just as drenched as she felt. It was the man from before who seemed to have designated himself as her prison guard. He was asking her if she was okay, and with a small quick jerk of her head, she gave him an affirmative nod. At least, she felt okay so far. She was freezing and her cheek hurt and her body was sore from the exertion but other than that, she was okay. She realized that Shane was still yelling at her and she turned her eyes to him just as her rescuer turned on him and stood up to him. She flinched at the sharp tone in his voice, especially at the fact that she knew Shane was in charge from their exchange earlier. She didn't resist as she was led back to the previous room she had occupied, relieved to be away from all of the menacing men. When he began to remove his clothing, she grew panicked and backed away, afraid he would punish her for running away. At his instructions, she felt herself beginning to shake and she turned her back on him, looking down at her nightgown. Now that it was wet, it was practically see through and her cheeks flushed a hot pink when she realized she had been on deck in front of all of those men in her indecency. "Please don't look," she begged him quietly, closing her eyes as she undid the laces and peeled off the wet fabric. He'd probably seen everything anyway, but she still grabbed the blanket as quickly as she could, wrapping it around herself and trying to cover as much skin as possible. She couldn't believe this was happening. Still trembling, she turned toward him with her head bowed, her brown hair a dark stringy mess framing her face. "I'm sorry," she murmured, a tear streaming down her face in fear of what he was going to do to her.
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 4, 2014 1:41:55 GMT -5
Jackson didn't respond when she pleaded for him not to look; he didn't plan to. He waited quietly, studying the wood grain of the door until her broken voice pulled him from his thoughts. He turned to face her, sighing softly at her bowed head. He simply shook his head and grabbed their clothes, exiting the room to set them out in front of the small stove that was heating the stew. It was a newer thing, and Shane had been mighty proud to have actual heat produced on his boat. Jackson then turned around and headed back to their captive, closing and locking the door behind him once more. "Don't apologize," he murmured as he grabbed a blanket for himself, wrapping it around his shoulders. He pulled back the blanket on the bed and tugged off the bloody bottom sheet before laying out a new one. He then turned back to Alice, "Lay down." When she did as instructed, he climbed in the bed beside her, layering the extra blankets over them. He was freezing and exhausted, and he gently wrapped his arms around the heiress, "I'm not going to do anything to you. We just have to get warmed up." He pulled her against his side, making sure that they were all covered by the blankets before he settled in and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before his exhausted body knocked out and he was sound asleep.
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Post by Pirate on Aug 4, 2014 10:10:07 GMT -5
Alice watched as he left, this time not even thinking about dashing out of the door again. She remained where she was, frozen in place as she anxiously waited for something to happen. He'd taken her clothes away and now all she had was this blanket, which was hardly enough to be called decent. When he returned, she grew stiff, waiting for him to come toward her. However, he didn't a make a move toward her and she relaxed slightly, watching as he stripped the bed. When he told her to lay down on the bed, she grew nervous once more, unsure of what he was doing. She laid down as he told her to, stiffening as he crawled into the bed with her and squeezing her eyes shut. She didn't believe his reassurances, not when they were both lying in a bed, her naked and him barely clothed. She tensed as his arms wrapped around her, her heartbeat quickening in panic. She lay still for a long while and when she finally looked over at him, he was sound asleep, his shoulders rising and falling with his slow breaths. Letting out a sigh of relief, she finally relaxed, her body actually hurting from all the stress she had been under. Looking over at him again, she took in his face, which had become the only friendly one on the ship so far. He was very handsome, although some of it seemed to be hindered by his weathered appearance. Looking away, she closed her eyes and after a long while, her mind finally succumbed to sleep.
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 4, 2014 12:43:03 GMT -5
A loud banging on the door startled Jackson out of his slumber, and he sat bolt upright, his eyes focused on the door. "Jackson, we're docking soon! Shane wants you up on deck!" a gruff voice called. With a heavy sigh, Jackson ran his hands through his boisterous hair, flattening it back out and undoing what the sea water had done. He couldn't wait to wash off, eat a filling meal, and sleep in an actual, decent bed. Suddenly seeming to realize that Alice was still next to him. He glanced over at her, "I'll go get your nightgown." He paused, realizing that that was exactly suitable attire to go into town in. He sighed and climbed out of the bed, unlocking the door and heading outside before he closed it behind him. He found her clothes before also grabbed a spare set for her. He made his way back to the small room and set a tunic, loose pants, a belt, and a pair of boots on the bed. "They're probably too big for you but they're all we have." Jackson quickly pulled on his own attire before looking back at the heiress, "I'll come get you when we dock." He gave her a nod before leaving, locking the door behind him and heading up to the top deck.
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Post by Pirate on Aug 4, 2014 19:33:28 GMT -5
The loud banging caused Alice to jump awake and she sat up quickly, a little disoriented. When she remembered everything that happened, she pulled the covers up higher around herself, her cheeks turning a faint pink as she blushed. She'd hoped that she'd wake up back in her own bed and that the whole ordeal was a nightmare. No, this was reality. She was in bed with a half-naked man with no clothes herself. Jackson, it seemed his name was. She remained where she was in silence and after a moment, he seemed to realize her presence. She watched as he left to retrieve her clothes, dropping her gaze when he returned. She glanced at the outfit he set on the bed, surprised that he'd brought her anything more than what she'd been wearing. "Thank you," she whispered, blinking up at him. However, she cast her gaze down again as he began to dress, waiting a few moments after he left the room before examining the clothes he'd brought her. She left the nightgown where it was and began to pull on the new items. It felt odd to wear anything but a dress. She had never, ever worn men's clothing before, but it was actually a little more comfortable than a gown. She didn't have to wear a corset so she could breathe freely and her movements were less restricted. He had been right about the outfit being too big for her and it hung off of her like a child trying on their parents clothes. She tried to manage it by tying the bottom of the tunic tighter around her waist, but the top fell off of one shoulder and she couldn't adjust it to fit better without having the whole piece of fabric fall down both shoulders and exposing her chest. She rolled the bottom of the pants to keep from tripping while she walked and the belt was pulled as tight as it would go around her waist to keep the trousers from falling off. The boots were certainly too big for her petite feet and she couldn't walk in them without them slipping off, so she just chose to go barefoot. She looked like a beggar, but it was better than being completely indecent in her nightgown. She tried to flatten her hair and comb it with her fingers, but the soft curls had dried in an unmanageable way, so she pulled it over her exposed shoulder in a braid and tied it off with a strip of fabric from the bottom of the shirt. Done dressing, she settled back on the bed, feeling rather odd but glad she was no longer nude and exposed.
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 4, 2014 21:21:24 GMT -5
About twenty minutes later, the crew began securing the boat at the dock. Jackson helped before heading below deck to check on the heiress, knocking on the door before he entered. He almost smiled at the way the clothes fit her and how she had attempted to tailor them. Clearing his throat, he gave her a stern look, "We're docked at small fishing town. We're all going to go get cleaned up and get some food. Unless you would like to stay here with Pete, I suggest keeping your mouth shut. No one will believe you're an heiress in that attire." He felt guilty for saying it, tempted to tell her to bolt as soon as she got the chance. Giving her a faint smile, he gently grabbed her by the arm and pulled her with him out of the small room. He led her off of the boat, the only thing cutting the darkness being the laterns hung around town and the moon hanging low in the sky. Jackson kept Alice at his side, his hand wrapped around her arm the entire time. The rest of the crew dispersed amongst the few taverns the village had to offer. Jackson led Alice toward a small lodge and eatery, guiding her inside. An elderly man walked up to the pair, offering them a smile. "My wife and I are looking for a room for the evening." The man sniffed, "Hot water will cost ya extra." Jackson shrugged, "That's fine." He pulled a small bag of gold coins from the side of his belt, counting out what the man required before the pouch was returned to his waist. "Right this way," the man said, guiding them upstairs to a small room. Jackson thanked him before leading Alice inside. A few moments later, there was a soft knock on the door, a young woman standing in the doorway when Jackson opened it. "Would you like me to bring your water now or later, sir?" Jackson glanced at Alice before turning his eyes back to the woman. "Now," he said with an affirmative nod. The spritely woman nodded and flitted off. Though it took awhile to fill the basin, the bath was eventually ready, soap included, and Jackson and Alice were alone. He gestured toward the tub, "You first." The bath area was just barely a seperate room from the bedroom, with no door. Jackson sat down on the edge of the bed, at an angle to the room to allow her some privacy.
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Post by Pirate on Aug 4, 2014 22:52:10 GMT -5
Alice lifted her gaze to Jackson when he spoke, however his stern voice caused her to bow her head, insulted and ashamed by his cruel words to her. She gave a small nod to convey that she understood, getting to her feet and following him as he pulled her along. She stared at the ground as they walked, wincing every time she stepped on a rock or piece of rubble. Her feet were soft and delicate, unused to the harsh treatment of walking barefoot. But there was nothing she could do. The boots didn't fit and she couldn't walk in them with how heavy and awkward they were. When they stepped into a building, her feet were given reprieve from the cruelties of the road and she sighed quietly to herself in relief. She looked up as they approached the desk, stiffening slightly when Jackson mentioned that she was his wife. Looking down at her left hand and the glittering diamond that weighed down her ring finger, she could see how they might believe she was his wife, although she was so oddly dressed in men's clothing. They didn't seem to question it though and she followed him to their room as she was prompted to. When they were left alone, she stared down at the floor, waiting for him to say something or give her instructions to do something. She felt trapped by his presence, like she couldn't move without him saying so. She was too afraid to say anything of her own accord or ask him the questions that had been spinning in her mind the whole time she'd been kidnapped. She looked up when the lady came in, noticing how Jackson looked to her first, as if he were going to ask her opinion before answering for her. She stayed where she was until she was told to take her bath. He was a gentleman by allowing her to go first and his actions confused her. He often contradicted himself over whether he wanted to be kind or strict with her. "Thank you," she said softly before stepping into the bath area. It had been a long time since she had bathed herself without help and she looked at the crude soap that had been supplied for them. Stripping out of her carefully assembled attire, she stepped into the water, wincing at how hot it was. It was near boiling temperature, as if it had just come off the fire. She let out a sigh as she submerged up to her shoulders, her skin tingling with the heat of the water. Reaching for the soap, she began to scrub every inch of herself, the callous material burning her sensitive skin with its acidity. It didn't smell too pleasant either, not like her lavender perfumed soap. When she got to the soles of her feet, they were particularly sore, and she massaged them for a moment, watching as more dirt came from them than anywhere else on her body. Finished with her body, she washed her hair as best as she could on her own, being mindful of her time in the basin. Finished, she stepped out and dried off with the thin, scratchy cloth provided by the staff. She reassembled her outfit as it had previously been, stepping out of the bath area. "I'm finished," she told him, moving to the dusty mirror and raking her fingers through her hair to try and tame it. She managed to pull it into a braid once more, tying it with the strip of fabric and then sitting on the edge of the bed while she waited for her captor to finish his bath.
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Post by Caebeeb on Aug 4, 2014 23:34:26 GMT -5
Jackson, being the well-meaning man he was, kept his eyes glued to the floor while his captive bathed. However, the soft swish of the water proved to be a great temptation, and his eyes slowly roamed across the wood slats toward the basin. As she was already in the tub, he merely saw the soft curve of her neck and shoulders. He was fixated as she began to wash herself off, watching her before he realized that she would feel violated by his breach of her privacy. His eyes snapped back to the floor, riveted to the wood. He waited for her to finish up before he got to his feet. Jackson, hardly phased or embarrassed by anything, headed toward the bath, peeling of his tunic and pants as he went. He cast a quick glance toward Alice, assuming that she wouldn't be dumb enough to try to run, before he did himself of the loose shorts and perched on the edge of the tub. The water wasn't very dirty, and it was still scalding to the touch. He slowly sunk in, his body tired from his life in general. Grabbing the soap, something luxurious to him, he began to scrub off his skin, ridding himself of the dirt and salt from the sea. He then picked up the bucket that sat beside the basin, still half-full of water, and poured it over his head, soaping up and rinsing off. When he was sufficiently cleaned, he stood and got out, grabbing a rough cloth and wrapping it around his waist before he picked up his clothes. They were surprisingly clean, so he decided to pull them back on before he headed out into the bedroom, his hair damp and clinging to his skull. He carefully raked his fingers through it and pulled it back, securing it with a strip of cloth. Turning to the heiress, he gently took her hand and silently pulled her out the door, heading downstairs. He led her over to a table and sat down, lightly pulling on her hand so that she would sit beside him. It wasn't long before two plates of chicken and potatoes were brought to them, and Jackson began eating. He wasn't like the rest of his crew, he had table manners. He refrained from shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate, instead eating slowly and quietly, savoring the sustinance. A pitcher of ale was brought out, and that proved to be his true crux. He wiped his hands and mouth with a provided cloth before pouring himself a glass, and then another, and another, and another. The barmaid headed to their table with a fresh jug, "Save some for your wife!" she laughed, setting it down. Jackson seemed to suddenly remember that Alice was beside him, smiling jovially. "Ah, my wife," he murmured quietly, disturbingly articulate for a drunk man. He stood and gathered her in his arms, lifting her off the ground and heading toward the stairs, several patrons laughing and cheering behind him. He carried the heiress to their room, tossing her gently on the bed and climbing on to hover over her. The idiotic smile on his face faded as he stared at her, a minute ticking by before he slowly moved off of her. Instead, he kicked off his boots and curled up beside her, his head resting on her chest and his arm wrapped securely around her waist. It was like he was some broken man, hiding from his problems. His life had gone so awry. "I'm sorry, Alice," he whispered, "I'm sorry." He fell silent but didn't fall asleep, staring at the wall in front of him instead.
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