I edited my last post, it might be to a little intrest to you, Melda!

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Hey, sure, no problem, I was just wondering and if first mate isn't taken anyway I'll happily have that one.

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Yes, I think we can...but here is some background info I think we should start out with...all of us, since we all chose to be pirates, are in jail at the beginning and then after a little while, I will bring in a king's gaurd to go give them the option of going to the gallows or earning there freedom....and then they will go to the ship and yeah....okay, here goes nothing....

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It was a cold, wet night. Large stormclouds had just past over the horizen, and heavy rain began to fall on the small kingdom of Katraillio. All of the townpeople are indoors, where it is dry, but one small and dreadful area it isn't as dry as the poor prisoners would wish it to be. Especailly if you can't move to avoid the rain.

One lass, a girl of 17 years old with long black hair tied up in a sturdy braid and dark blue mystrious eyes, whom was also tall and quiet muscular, but still not being able to avoid having those femine curves, was chained up against the wall by her arms up being her neck and dangling helpless above the ground. And the jailcell happen to have a small crack where rain could peep in and dip right down on top of her. It had been raining for hours and now she was soaked, or at least, her head and hair was.

Her clothes, which where males clothing, was a pair of slick black breeches with a torn white undershirt and a blue overshirt, where in poor condition, both torn, bloody and muddy from 4 weeks in the cell. Her black boots where tight around her feet and she was surprised they hadn't fallen off yet.

As she sneezed, she looked around at her comrads, the other pirates she sailed with, and proudly, for her entire life...at least, the life she had after being locked up in the first place. Many townsfolk would be surprised to learn a lass so young was in jail for piracy, but even more would be surprised that she had already been in jail once before...and escape. Though, this time, it wasn't as easy.

Katria Jones was her name, and she was an orphan and a pirate. Katria looked around and said, "Well, this is a bloody fine mess we are in, mates." She shook her head and water went flying everywhere in the process. It was dark in the jailcell, so Katria couldn't tell if her friends where still alive or not. She had to wait to see if any of them answered.

(wow, that was long!)

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The captain of the ship that Katria was part of, happened to be held at the wrists, feet barely touching the ground, happened to be right next to the younger girl. He himself was young for what most people think a captain be. His blonde hair looked more brown now with dirt, and was all in knots.

He was half asleep, he head leaning on his arm, when Katria shook her head, making the rain water in her hair spray on him.
"Stop it..." it ordered, his voice a little hoarse from lack of water. He was full awake now, and gritting his teeth...

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"Why? You don't have to deal with the rain trickling down your back, do you?" Katria would normal never speak back to her captain, but by being in prison again seem to spoil her mood just a bit.

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Aaron, as his name was, glared at her. He was a man of little words. He started kicking the wall behind him, making the not-that-sturdy wall shake with every kick. His face remained emotionless and he looked up at the wholey ceiling of the prision...

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Katria glared back. She was in no mood to be handing from the wall, her limbs of her arms feeling like they where pulled out her her sockets and numb.

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After about a minute of kicking the wall, he stopped, and put his feet against the wall, so they were between him and the stone. Then slowly he started going up, then kicked his legs up, and hooked them around a rafter. Now the pressure was off his arms...

((yes, Aaron is very strong and athletic... lol...))

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((lol))

"Showoff..." Katria muttered quietly as she just hung there and the rain began to come down harder and faster. "Oh great..."

((I want to wait for the others to post b4 i gt the kings gaurd to come and et them out...))

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((hm... and could you post on A Lost Heart Tur? And this'll be my last post till someone else posts...))

Aaron had closed his eyes, and opened one eye half way when Katria called him a show off. Then he opened both his eyes and was stairing at the lock on his shackles around his wrists.
"Do you have a hair pin?" he suddenly asked, getting an idea...

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Charolette was on the other side of Kiara speechless. She was thinking back to the trip and couldn't seem to figure out how she got on the boat in the first place. Although, she never seems to be able to. It just appears to happen everytime.

Hearing that Kiara was wondering if anyone else was there, Charolette casually muttered a "Yes, I'm here," over to Kiara and then immediately proceeding into indulging back into the shy and timid act.

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Katria shook her head. "Sorry Capt'n, no help from me." She sighed. The one time they needed her to act like a girl and she didn't. Go figure.

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Name: Phaerin Graysea
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Position: First Mate
Appearance: Steel-grey eyes and cropped dark hair also threaded with grey. Average build and height, and sturdy from a good few years of pirating. Wears a battered tricorne and a weatherworn black coat over various vests and a bandolier, as well as brown trousers and boots. If garbed appropriately, he can almost pass as a respectable navy officer until someone happens to spot his pirate brand, located on the underside of his left wrist.
Personality: Generally rather detached and wryly, rather ironically humorous. Expects orders to be obeyed and doesn't hesitate to bellow them at the top of his voice. Is not easily angered but when he is, watch out.
History: Even now, Phaerin is asked frequently about his history. He still retains traces of an accent that is not that of a pirate, but it's hard to place what it is. Usually he answers evasively, but the truth is he was a high-ranking noble, the third son of a lord. As the third son, he had very little inheritance and not many prospects of a very bright future. However, Phaerin was and still is keenly political, and did not appreciate the way the kingdom was being run. His sweetheart died of plague just after his twentieth birthday, and this triggered a series of events that eventually led to his becoming a pirate.
Weapons: Worn sword, originally inlaid with gold filigree but since then used overmuch. Named Reliable.

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Why did they have to bicker like children? Why? It might be raining - and it was - or it might be rather cold - and it was - but Phaerin Graysea flattered himself that he'd found a slightly drier, slightly warmer patch of floor than usual. He'd just been on the verge of dozing off. And really, they were ruining it. "Little less noise up there," he grunted from under his tricorne, which was dripping water slowly into the collar of his coat. Having made no attempt to resist upon capture, Phaerin hadn't quite merited an ever-so-comfortable position on the wall, like Katria and his intrepid captain hanging like a trussed chickens there, but the floor could not be called comfortable either.

When he shifted, a cold puddle made contact with his already soaked breeches, and Phaerin let out a silent sigh and pulled his hat down further. What was this nonsense about hairpins? As if these locks could be picked with a flimsy bit of metal. The name of the game here was to wait for an actual opportunity, and expend effort on that.

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Aaron gave up on the idea of picking the lock... of which he was only a beginner at. Instead, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But sleep would be impossible in the possition he was in. He adjust the position of his legs on the rafter, then adjusted the shackles around his wrists. And when the rain started pouring down harder, he felt water falling on him as well...

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Charolette decided that she might as well try to think of something to do. She was not going to be able to go to sleep anytime soon. The shock of the capture still had adrenline rushing through her. Looking around, there wasn't much she could do. Sticking out her tongue, Charolette aimed to see if she could catch a raindrop on it. "Sweet!" She giggled as a raindrop plopped right on her tongue, "I caught one!"

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Paloc stared at the chains running up to an iron ring in the roof, then followed them down with his eyes to where they met the shackles around his wrists. This was definitely an awkward situation. Paloc liked to move, and he loved his freedom. The chains stretching him full length didn't allow for much movement. Frankly, with the rain added in to the equation, Paloc thought he was about to go insane.
He pulled on the chains experimentally, then started lifting himself up a few inches from the ground, then lowering himself back down. There. Now at least he was doing something besides hanging helplessly.
Following Charolette's example, he caught a few raindrops in his mouth. They helped quench his thirst fractionally.