Remind Me...Why is My Rum Gone? (18+ - Mature)

[Fallen Persona]

Name: Aiden Jacobsen
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Aiden (Click)
Ship's Name: Unknown (For Aiden's story it won't be too important)
Position on Ship: Deckhand
Brief History:
Aiden was always a kid that got into trouble, but not because he was looking for it, because trouble always seemed to look for him. No matter what he did, something always ended up putting him square in the middle of a bad situation. Despite his misfortunes, he's always upbeat and is optimistic that things will always work out, so much that people sometimes find it annoying. Also quick to make a joke at pretty much anything and everything, including himself. He likes how, every time he ends up in a fight, it spices things up for him and he even likes to joke around in the middle of it all.
After living on the streets for a good portion of his life, Aiden was brought on-board the ship of a very generous Captain after the young man's indomitable enthusiasm was noticed by that very same Captain. Though just a deckhand, and he has no rank or title, he is always there to help the men through rough times and lift their spirits. He has been on the same ship for just 6 years. In those 6 years, both the Captain and the crew have come to welcome him like family, having proven to be trustworthy and a good friend to them all. He considers every single member of the ship to be his family as well, though in his case, he never knew his own family and his mates are all he has.
He prefers not to talk about his past on the streets, as even his crew-mates don't know about the particulars other than that's where and how he grew up. The Captain was the only one that Aiden confided in, and it will surely be difficult for him to do talk about it to anyone again.
The Captain has insisted on giving him a rank, but he actually likes being a deck-hand and being able to mingle with the crew. Not to mention the responsibility that he would need to have, and doesn't in the least want to have, for such a thing.
Even though the crew appreciates, and is grateful for, the cheerful Aiden when they're in a rut, they do wish that he would stop getting into trouble. The Captain especially wants this, but he knows that this won't happen. So he tries to keep an eye on Aiden. Which kind of bothers Aiden, but he also owes the Captain a great deal, and so pretends not to notice.
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"Aiden, m'boy, go see if we're at Shipwreck Cove, will you?" Aiden hopped up from his seated position, a smile on his face,
"Aye!"
He said as he let a smile push his cheeks back. Almost the second he began walking, but after he turned, the Captain stopped him with his voice,
"Wait a minute there, lad."
The cheerful young man knew that he'd forgotten to address the Captain as such in his response, and hoped that the Captain, in his old age, wouldn't remember. Not waiting for Aiden to turn around again, heavy foot-steps might as well have sounded like thunderclaps, slowed by time. Just then, he felt something come down on the top of his head. It was his hat.
"Can't be wand'rin' 'round without yer hat, now can you?" The Captain said, him smiling now. The man knew full well what was said, or rather not said. The Captain was just as easy-going as Aiden, and the man of the seas took him in like his own son. All of the crew felt the same way, seeing the newest member of their ship as everyone's little brother.
Aiden let out a relieved and nervous laugh, turning around and trying to even out what the Captain gave him, "R-right. A-hahah, sorry, Captain." The ship's Captain watched the youngest member of the crew, ever mindful of his habit for bad things happening around him. The rest of the crew and Aiden started messing around, naturally. Not so much that they were entirely distracted, but enough for him to have fun. And after a glance toward the ship's bow, he shouted out to the Captain,
"Cap'n! Shipwreck Cove!!"
All the while, he was still having what was, to him anyway, a good time with the crew. Although some of them were more annoyed than others. Aiden never really was one that could keep to a post and be diligent. The Captain came out from his quarters and got preparations ready to dock at the harbor. The moment everything was ready, Aiden was the first to get off of the ship, which was actually to everyone's relief. The crew, therefor, stayed on the ship to take advantage of the break. The Captain was watching him from the ship, he was too focused on Aiden to pay attention to much of anything else. Trouble always seemed to find the kid, no matter where he went.
Not knowing that he's being watched, he ends up walking around to the docks and staring off into the ocean, rain pouring down on him, "Not a bad view, but this rain isn't too nice." Kind of laughing to himself, he quickly stops laughing and quirks an eyebrow, "Did I just talk to myself..?" A short pause, then his eyebrows are back to the same level again and he throws his hands up hopelessly, "Great, Aiden, just keep talking to yourself. That always stops you from talking to yourself." After a few seconds of shaking his head and looking at the ground with his hands on his hips, he looks out to the sea again, his mind wandering.

[Shana]

Akoola showed up. Eventually. And Tiana bowed her head slightly in greeting. Darla wasted no time beginning the meeting now and Tiana placed her mug back onto the table. The news wasn't all that shocking. "Calypso..." She murmured and shook her head. The others began questioning and then Akoola began and she sighed, rolling her eyes. He forever had a mocking tone to his voice and she found it so...disrespectful. They were all of the same equal title - why did he treat them so? She never quite understood his ways.

He then suggested that the Lords get them to kill each other. Another roll of her eyes. "We need to get her out of her human form. She has been kind to us in terms of sailing recently. Perhaps if we release her, she might even become an ally. After all, we didn't bind her this time." Tiana leant back on her chair, "We find out where she is being held, lay siege, release her. Boom. Everyone is happy." She shrugged, expecting her idea to be shot down. "Our main issue is getting her back. Not how they did it, perhaps why. But the longer she stays bound, the angrier she becomes."

[Azoth]

OOC: Waiting for Omega to respond to my post
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In the Captain's chamber it was dark. The sight and smell of the sparsely furnished quarters was rather dusty and Rachel brought her fingers to her nose, to prevent herself from sneezing. For all purposes it looked at first glance, that no one has been active in the place for some time. Perhaps days, weeks? Her gaze moved to the bed and almost gagged when she realised a corpse of what appears to be the Captain was lying on the bed, on his back with his eyes wide open.

She picked her way across the floor, her light footsteps skirting any obstacles in it's way. The floor beneath her boots still creaked, being old and weathered, which said a lot about the ship.

At the edge of the bed, she realised that the smell was slightly overpowering and gasping for breath, she held her hand to her mouth and nose; trying not to inhale the sweet, sickly odour of decay. But curiosity held her in its thrall as she leaned closer and inspected the man. "I wonder what happened to you..." she said, half talking to herself and voicing her thoughts out loud. She held her breath as she reached out and placed her fingertips to the side of his neck, tracing a path lightly along the skin where deep red marks mottled with black bruises sat comfortably along the path of these marks.

To Rachel, it did look like someone strangled him with the cluster of bruises that bloomed and coloured both sides of his neck. The bruises were like little constellations- by connecting them visually, she could almost see the shape of hands that must have grabbed his throat. But the deep red marks looked like something else, almost like someone might have taken a rope or cord and wrapped it around his neck to cut off his air supply. The expression on his face showed surprise, if not just the fact that his eyes- lifeless and devoid- almost sat outside of its skull.

Rachel was no simpleton and quickly put 2+2 together. It was as if a light bulb went off. "So that's the reason I never saw you..." she mused.

A fist slammed against the outer door, tearing her from her musings.

"We'll be entering the harbour shortly," a gruff voice said with a second huffing at the first in acknowledgement. "What do we tell them about the Captain..."

There was a silence before the second voice went softer, as if to whisper. Rachel realised, she was in a very bad position and that at this rate, they would paint her as the likely culprit behind the death of the Captain. Not to mention the dagger with Veronal she had on her.

She groaned inwardly at the thought. They might as well string her up and glaze her over with honey and roast her already. And pirates being pirates, they wouldn't believe a single female over those of loyal crew members on board of the ship. She had only been there for just over a month, while some of them had served the Captain for years. Rachel quietly made her way to the side, closer to the door so she could listen. There was a window to the left of the door, a small one that was covered by heavy draperies embroidered with dragons. She felt strangely light-headed and attempted to breathe a bit normally before reaching out to slowly push back the draperies to one side to peek outwards. At first glance, it appeared like one of the regular crew men, and the Captain's right hand man.

'No doubt there was a damn good reason for killing the Captain...' she thought and tried to listen to what they said.

Rachel heard the one move closer to the door. "We'll just have to find someone we can paint as the killer," the crew member said. "Aye, that we do," the other replied.

A lump rose in her throat and she quietly moved the drapery back in place. She was so absorbed in trying not to draw attention as she stepped back, that she didn't notice a vase behind her that was on a pedestal. Her foot knocked into the pedestal and she literally cursed softly to herself as she turned, her eyes wide as she realised the vase was about to drop. With dexterous fingers, she grabbed the edge of the vase, but did not prevent the pedestal from toppling over. "Clever indeed..." she whispered with a certain amount of frustration and annoyance at her own clumsiness.

"By the gods..." one of them cursed out loud and she heard boots shuffling on the deck. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to rationally think about what she needed to do. "I guess it can't be helped," she said in wry amusement and dropped the vase before launching into action as she moved to the door with surprising speed and bolted it shut.

Fists hammered against the door and there was a moment's silence before all hell broke loose.

"Open or we will break down the door!"

Rachel heard the men retreat and knowing that it was now or never, she quickly turned around and looked for anything that could help her. She moved back to the Captain and roughly searched the man's clothing and not finding much beyond a compass, a small pocket knife and what appeared to be a letter of some sorts held inside of a clear plastic pouch, only made the situation seem doubly worse. But treasure was still treasure, and she hastily took the belongings and a small leather pouch that she could use to store the stuff in before searching the rest of the cabin.

Outside, shouts and calls for help was heard and frantically she looked for a pistol or a weapon of some sorts. But found none. "That bastard..." she said out loud. "Just when I fucken need something!" Rachel was angry, and it showed. She muttered beneath her breath as she threw objects across the room and finally found something she could use.

Gun powder. Her eyes lit up at the discovery but was also somewhat surprised. In this day and age, what place uses gunpowder? Of course she knew that gunpowder was originally attributed to Chinese alchemy, however with the collapse of the world economy, and the technology available, gunpowder on its own, was a rarer sight. She shook her head and hastily scraped some of the contents together into a glass bowl she found lying around.

A weight struck the door, and the wood splintered in places, but did not break completely. The door surprisingly held. Her gaze moved to door, her breath suspended for a second as she expected the door to literally fall apart. But it didn't budge. Exhaling a breath of relief she went back to her task, her hands shaking somewhat.

The only thing Rachel was good at, was working with all kinds of chemicals. She had her wonderful family to thank for that particular aspect as she rummaged around to look for the extra 'ingredients.' She found a few sharp objects, a cloth and managed to push them into bowl before heading back to the captain and grabbing his shoelaces. She cut the laces off and then grabbed some paper, tearing it off in strips to wrap around the shoe lace. She compacted some of the gunpowder into the paper that would serve as the fuse and then jammed the fuse in with her home-made bomb and hoped to hell that it would work. She was even doubtful of it as the bashing grew louder and the door slowly started to gave way to those trying to enter the Captain's quarters.

She took the lighter she found nearby and placed the bomb in front of the door. She quickly grabbed some furniture like a few chairs and placed it around the bomb. Which made it all the more deadly, as exploding objects tend to deal a lot of damage. If anything it would slow them down a notch. She flipped the lighter and watched the flame dance before setting it to the fuse and running back towards the far end of the cabin and grabbing a table to shield herself from the blast.

There was enough gun powder there to do damage, but not destroy the ship. Rachel drew in a ragged breath, suddenly realising her throat was parched. It was nervousness and a few seconds was all it took as the door broke down and the bomb exploded with enough ferocity to throw back the burly men that crowded the doorway. Some dead and others stunned at the impact as wood and debris flew in all directions. Even Rachel was knocked back against the wall with a force that knocked the wind out of her. "Fuck..." was all she muttered before pushing the table as she caught her breath and moved with surprising speed from behind her make-shift barrier and launched out of the cabin, half jumping over some bodies in her attempt to escape.

A rough hand grabbed her foot and for a second, her face contorted into rage as she brought the heel of her other boot back towards his arm and kicked it hard, hearing bone snap in the process. Not caring either way she dashed across the deck towards the railing as shouts behind her said to grab and hold her- and not wasting one second, she launched over the edge and into the ocean with surprising agility.

She would rather drown than stay on the ship, but being having a natural affinity for water just meant she won't die that quick. The water was cold and wet against her skin as she kicked through it and dived deeper down before surfacing for air some distance away. There was commotion on the deck and her blue eyes widened in surprise as some levelled their guns at her and started to shoot.

She quickly ducked beneath the water and tried to dive deeper, escaping the bullets that tore through the water so close to her. But luck wasn't on Rachel's side, as one bullet grazed her upper arm in the process. The sudden pain made her gasp and the intake of water into her lungs was enough to force her to the surface again. But she was getting closer to her destination, when a quick glance made her eyebrows rose in puzzlement. The ship was getting dangerously close to another ship. Not thinking much on it beyond getting to safety, she tried swimming as best as she could back towards the docks. Some minutes later, Rachel dragged herself out of the water, her body shaking from all the events that transpired and the pain in her arm where the bullet grazed her flesh.

She cursed loudly to herself as she plopped down on her back, her breathing ragged from exerting herself physically. After a few minutes, she sat up and grabbed a part of her dress and tore a piece off to wrap around her arm, stemming the flow of blood. Rached winced slightly, the pain written on her features before forcing herself to stand up. It took most of her energy and willpower, to not give in to the pain and after a moment managed a few steps before stopping again. 'I am not this weak dammit...' she mentally told herself and then steeled herself as she took steps away from docks.

Behind her a loud noise drew her attention and turned around to find that the ship barrelled straight into another ship. She shrugged lightly and made her way further, before noticing another pirate standing near by. His black hair was plastered against his skin with the rain that started to pelt down around them. Cautiously, she walked past him.

He did seem stunned for whatever reason and for one brief second she wondered if the other ship belonged to him or something. The situation did seem quite hilarious at that moment, but laughter died on her lips as some people rushed across the docks and pointed in her direction.

"Crap..." she muttered and realised how she looked would be a dead give away. Except...

Her gaze turned to the stunned man and she grabbed him, pressing her lips against his in a kiss that even surprised her. She didn't think, she only acted and tore her lips from his as her gaze danced mischievously.

A moment of silence as her gaze clashed with his before launching into a scream before crying as she ran into the general direction of the crowd, hoping to escape her pursuers. She pointed into his direction and yelled that some suspicious man tried to rape her and quickly pushed through the crowd of onlookers as she slipped away.

With the rain coming down as it did, no one would question who came from water as anyone standing in it, would be dripping wet. Realising that they would think he had something to do with the commotion of the two ships crashing and standing there as he did, he would be the perfect suspect. And some of her pursuers went after him, and one man followed her. Realising that she won't get away as easily, she sprinted towards the buildings and hid in the shadows behind one dumpster before running away from all the shouts and calls that alerted her to the fact that they were still looking for her.

Rachel was pretty tired by this time and running through the alleys was just making her more tired in the process. After a while she saw a ladder leading up to a ledge before making the decision to quickly get herself up the building. She cursed out loud as the pain tore at her arm when she climbed up and felt momentary relief as she crawled onto the flat roof to a nearby window and hunched down. Rachel was very pale and her expression was grim, but she wouldn't go down that easy. In fact, when her life was in danger, she never felt more alive than what she did at that moment. The feeling was exhilarating.

Her head propped back against the wall next to the window and closed her eyes as some running footsteps could be heard below in the alley before disappearing. Normally they would look for someone escaping on foot or moving about. Most wouldn't think of looking on-top of a building. Her ears picked up music and some talking inside the building and paid no attention to it as she tried to catch her breath. Rachel's eyes closed, mentally counting to ten as she unsteadily moved to a better position and sat down. She was wet, hungry and on top of it all, in pain. But what do you expect of a pirate's life.

As she sat down, the wood beneath her body creaked slightly. Even this building was older and keeping a mental note of the state of things, she merely sat there- hoping for the pain to lessen somewhat.

[Waltzanation]

Baranida sighed with discomfort as Akoola went off one of his bouts, yet his sarcasm and wit hit home, though the theatrics weren't needed. "Akoola, we all understand, but things have changed. If she's been bound again supernatural or not, she's still a danger to us all."

He turned his head to Tiana as she spoke, her age making no compensations for her ability. Baranida still owed her two caskets of silver and a crown for beating him in a race a while back, he smiled at the memory, listening to her words before responding. "Correct. We lack the knowledge of where she is, but we know who has her, which should narrow down our search.." he turned his head back to the table before averting his gaze back to Tiana, mouthing 'Good job, Tiana', the message clear. He didn't want to be a person to shoot her down with iron comments and lead comebacks. Her presence was needed here, and her own ideas shouldn't be put down so hard. "Should we scour our own waters first? Or let them announce their challenge?"

[Fallen Persona]

Aiden was almost instantly snapped out of his daze as soon as he felt the woman's lips on his. After the kiss, which he certainly wasn't expecting after seeing her swim to the surface from what seemed to be nowhere, he stood there for a few good seconds with quite the shocked look on his face. His ship's demise seemed to be lost to him for the moment, he didn't exactly have the time to think right now. The scream apparently didn't register as much as what had happened beforehand, but after those moments of a delayed response, he turned to see if the woman was still there, only seeing the back of a single pirate off in the distance as he only became sporadically visible through the crowd,
"Well aren't you in a hurry? What are you up to, I wonder..?" Aiden said to no-one in particular, since no-one was really around to hear him.

It was then that he noticed the other pirates that were running towards him. His eyes shifted from the disappearing pirate to the group of pirates, hand ready to use his pistol.

"Ahhh, that's one too many to fight at once." Aiden assured himself, and just as he began running after the other pirate that seemed quite determined, he heard a gun-shot. Sure enough, the shot missed him but did manage to fly through his rain-drenched hair,

"Well that was uncalled for, we haven't even been introduced!" Another shot, this one hit the ground at his feet, "Alright, alright! Ya aren't in the mood to talk, I get it!" Another shot, though he didn't see or notice where this one went.

The young optimist took off after the lone pirate, keeping an eye on him between the passing of the people in the crowd and hoping to lose the others in the crowd as well. While he did enjoy a fight, he knew when he couldn't win one and was no fool. He was closing in on the pirate, thanks to the hustle and bustle of the crowd slowing him down. He grabbed him by the shoulder when he finally caught up to him,

"Hey there, I saw that you seemed a bit lost, can I-" Aiden was interrupted by the swing of a dagger at his face just as the one he was talking to turned around. Quickly leaning back so as to not to get wounded, he had to turn around himself in a complete circle to gain a foothold and stop himself from falling down.

"That was awfully rude. Was it something I said? I was just trying to-" before he could finish what he was saying again, the lone pirate landed a punch in his face. Aiden's entire head jolted towards one shoulder, the expression on his face was one of pain, and a bit comical had anyone been watching, as he said in a quieter tone, "Ow" Turning his head back to the lone pirate, he saw a hand being drawn back in preparation for another, harder punch. This time however, Aiden ducked in the nick of time and slammed an uppercut underneath the aggressive pirate's jaw, which apparently ended up knocking him unconscious and on the ground.

"Sorry, but it's rude to interrupt people like that when they're trying to help you." he said, after a few moments he started shaking his hand that he hit the pirate with and breathing in with his teeth clenched, lips apart, and brows slightly furrowed, this time mouthing the word "Ow". Looking around, he notices a latter. Raising an eyebrow, then looking around,

"Where am I anyway..?" he said, shrugging after a few moments of standing there, "Might as well, couldn't find my way back if I tried by now." After he made up his mind, he was climbing up the ladder towards the roof and talking to himself again.

"I just know this won't be good." But, ever the cheerful one, he reassured himself, "All the more fun, Aiden. All the more fun." He said with a short, quiet laugh so as not to be noticed.
He finally reached the rooftop and saw the woman he met at the docks, or rather the woman who met him, as he was standing upright on the rooftop, he managed to say something this time,
"Found you!" Aiden said with one of his cheerful smiles, though not so loud that people would notice them, just a slight raising of the voice. And an odd feeling of being happy to see someone that wasn't trying to shoot, cut, or hit him.

[Azoth]

She moved her body, favouring her arm as she massaged the bruised flesh around the area that was in pain.

She heard a noise that originated from where the ladder was and waited. To be frank she wasn't in the mood to deal with any of her pursuers for now, and instinctively her hand moved to the dagger she had- ready for anything.

A moment later a familiar head appeared at the end before he hoisted himself up and onto the roof.

"Found you!"

'You have got to be kidding me...' She thought, shaking her head in wonderment. Her body moved towards him relatively fast, acting once again without thinking before dragging him down next to her and placing her hand over his mouth. The pain increased in her arm and she muttered beneath her breath in annoyance as she looked down at her arm before looking at him again.

"Do you want to get me killed?" she whispered furiously. The noise continued in the building down below. For some reason the roof didn't feel all that secure any more. The weight of them combined seemed to place some stress on the floor beneath her feet and she moved cautiously.

"I will let go...and promise me you won't talk loud or shout!" she said in hushed tones, her gaze glittering dangerously. She lifted her hand gingerly away from his mouth and fully expected him to shout or do something to alert everyone that she was there.

[Himeno]

The revelation about Calypso was one that distraught Cecilia. Not that someone had managed to bind a God, but that that God in particular had been the one bound. Last time that happened, it had not ended too well. The relationship between humans and her had become shaky. Especially with the descendants of the pirates who had bound her. However, after a while, the tension began to subside and she even came to bring the winds to their favor. Even so, it was noticeable that their peace at the moment was hanging by a thread. The slightest and mere disturbance, would break it. And it had broken.

"Señores, por favor." Cecilia intervened using her firm but calm and siren-like voice. Akoola had a peculiar character. Sarcastic and haughty but she respected him for what he was. He was a Pirate Lord worthy of his name. Besides, despite the way he said his words, there was truth in them. She could not deny it. Though precisely because of the way he spoke, people would ignore the meaning behind them.

"I wouldn't consider Calypso becoming our ally simply because we would help her be free again. Calypso is a God. And regardless of who it was, humans had been responsible of binding her. Not once but twice." Cecilia added. She finished up her cerveza in one drink and pushed the empty mug further away from her. "We need to find out how she was being bound. That is important. If they were able to bind a God it means they must have some sort of power that is powerful enough to do that. We can consider the possibility that they could use that very same power to destroy us." She crossed her arms under her bosom, which in turn slightly pushed them up. "Finding where she is being held is just as important but we need to realize what we're up against. We need to think things carefully and come up with a strategic plan. Rushing through it and being rash will be our demise. And I for one have no intention of risking my freedom and life to save a God who could very well even turn against us in a rampage for revenge." Cecilia lifted her chin as she firmly spoke her thoughts with conviction and with her distinct but attractive Spanish accent.

She was blunt and honest. Never disrespectful, but she spoke as she felt. And she had meant every word she said. Regardless of who Calypso was, she had no intention of blindly walking into some crusade for her freedom. She treasured her life and her freedom too much to gamble it all on a half-bait plan. If she were to join the other Lords, it would have to be something well thought out.

"Señor Suleiman." Cecilia called out to him. She placed her elbow on the table and gently rested her chin on top of her hand. She very much respected him as well. In fact, he was one of the few people who she valued his opinion. "What are your thoughts on this? What would you suggest?"

[Pirate Timelord]

"Why thank you Sergeant Sarcastic. Once again prving sarcasm is always the answer." Reg said as a simple response to Akoola's unnecessary bout of 'wit'.

"Actually my points were meant to be taken at more than the initial face value. Supernatural means was an obvious thing. MY question of how also included where they learnt the method they used to bind her, and which method. They may not have used the same one as our ancestors once did. Additionally if they used items to seal her as our pieces of eight once did before being burnt to release her previously, before being replaced, then what have they used?"

Reginald sighed. It seemed the gathering may all too soon descend into 'traditional' piratical 'politics'. Though he hid it, Calypso's re-binding troubled him. Not so much the actual binding. More the lack of issues all the pirates had faced if this was the case.

As he listened to Tiana's repose and subsequent agreement, he gave a nod as he went ot swig at his rum, before pausing and putting the Tankard back down.

"I agree with Cecilia. Though knowledge is useful, it must be obtained cautiously. A God is unpredictable. Expecting her to act a certain way based on our actions is.. well stupid." Reg paused.

"What concerns me though, is the fact we have had so little issues given Calypso has been taken and bound by them. Sure it may be a simple case of they can't control her... yet. Maybe they learned from past mistakes in trying to presume mastery over the late Davy Jones. On the other hand... I can't ignore the feeling I have that there is something bigger going on. Something asides from the likely, and obvious, scenarios."

[Waltzanation]

Baranida let them talk, since he would only put forward his point if required. He knew about the last binding and how his ancestor had literally burnt a family relic, his wife almost beating him to the brink of death when he returned from the battle. He looked around the room, counting windows and chairs, tankards and bottles as he engrossed in his own boredom. The urge to upholster his Pepperbox becoming a serious issue to deal with.

"Well, let's say this: What if there is no difference in how they have bound her, to how we did so long ago? What if there are more Pieces of Eight that we have oveerlooked?" he then turned his head away as his hands met each other, resting on the table as he leaned forwards, muttering "Though the idea of any other Pirate Lords doing such a think is unthinkable.."

[Fallen Persona]

As her hand left his mouth, he quickly raised his hands to show that he wasn't trying to hurt her, then he whispered this time,
"Sorry, I'm sorry. Hey, aren't you that-" he stopped himself from talking when he noticed her arm. His head didn't move, but his eyes did happen to glance at to the wound. Looking back to her eyes, he had that innocent but generally unaware look on his face, which seemed to always be there. Not only that, but he was smiling awkwardly to try and recover from his underwhelming first impression.
Acting as if he didn't notice her wounded arm for the sake of keeping himself from prying into her business, even though he was already in the middle of it already by now and didn't even realize it.
Still whispering, "Why are we still up here? That one I met on the way here should be coming to his senses soon enough."

[Crowley]

Not her again… thought Suleiman a little surly. Everytime that woman was brought into conversation something or someone got cursed to hell and beyond.

Suleiman raised his glass to Akoola signaling his men to produce a very large goblet full with rum; now this man was worth the trouble, they had met plenty of times in the many brothels that surrounded Pirate infested waters and they had share a healthy fair of adventures together. The Dark haired pirate was busy now getting his cup filled while the other Lords debated and inquired about Calypso a really wide grin split his face with Akoola’s acid humor decided to show its ugly head, the man was indeed an enigma; one day he was the true embodiment of evil and the other he was actually mocking the whole lot of Pirate Lords.

The Pirate put down his cup and pushed the wrench out of his lap, this was the time for serious business and the time for fun was over; he signalled his men and they quickly cleared the area of serving wrenches and people that had nothing to do with the other Lords, once he was satisfied he nodded to Cecilia, darling Cecilia.

“Mi querida Cecilia, I have many ideas swirling in my head, each of them crazier than the next, but you are right. A god cannot be counted as an ally, all of you are correct, we cant even trust ourselves," he said laughing. "If they had found a way to bind her in her bones and Im saying "If" because only David Jones and our forefathers knew how to do it then we have the upper hand, our only answer would be to become her servants.” He raised a hand asking for a chance to speak out. “I know, we serve no one but ourselves but the sea is our mother and without it we are nothing but a bunch of armed men and women with empty ships… hell, I’d be back home working as a merchant and boring myself to death swimming in gallons of Absinthe. Calypso rules the oceans and conceals great knowledge, he used to be a death goddess so in other words you don’t fuck with her. Now, Lets consider this, lets ask ourselved who ratted us up? who betrayed this group of Pirate Lords and spilled their guts to the enemy so they could actually bind her?" He questioned slamming his fist upon the table making jugs and cups tremble.

[Waltzanation]

Even Suleiman's voice sent foreign chills down Baranidas spine, each word ringing true. Who here would betray the sect? He thought of how each Lord at the table would gain something for a betrayal, but nothing would spring to mind. He thought of his own gain, his own desire, but again, nothing. A Lord was a Lord, and betrayal would cost him more than his name and his ship.

"Betrayal? We have been.. Betrayed, then?" he said, standing up to reach for the casket behind him. The echo of his heeled boots cracked around the hall, bouncing around mug and glass alike as he opened it, revealing a sum of cash and two bottles of liquid, the neck glazed with gold and ivory. He took one bottle and popped the cork, the sweet froth pouring over the lip as he poured it into a glass. Taking a sip, he returned the bottle to the casket before standing behind Darla's chair, hand around the ridge as he spoke.

"Who here would betray the brethren? Who here would gain something from betrayal?" his words rung clear, his deep eyes glancing across each Lord with equal respect. He took another sip, before placing the glass on the table. His hand sat alongside his own, grasping the chair before seating himself back at his seat.

[Aziraphale]

Darla listened.

And waited.

She lounged in her chair as if it were the great throne in the sky, and she was the High Goddess of the Universe. Relaxed and comfortable, she looked the picture of uncaring superiority. Perhaps it was her brown eyes, lidded as they were with alcohol and heavy knowledge that weighed upon her lashes like so many weights that made her look so regally at ease. Perhaps it was the curve of her spine as she lounged in her chair, or the cavalier way in which her legs were crossed. Maybe it was the way her hands, bearing the scars and calluses of someone used to the work of the rope, gently cradled a cup made of fine green jade.

It was something, but Darla Hale looked far more Queen than Pirate when she sat in that chair.

She was carefully neutral, her eyes barely flickering as information was bandied, and accusations hurled. Baranida moved to stand behind her, after Suleiman threw the first “betrayal” about. Darla was still very poised and unmoving at that, only dipping her head ever so slightly to sip on her rum again. Suleiman’s people cleared the extraneous people away, and the wench went without a word.

Good gal.

Darla knew what she was doing. She waited for the lull after Baranida’s impassioned verbage, then, from her throne, looking out on the seven Lords in varying states of kerfuffledness, spoke again.

“I told them how to bind her.”

The roar of the assemblage would have bowled a lesser woman over.

But this was Darla.

She laughed, bright and cheery as a belfry bell.

“It was not betrayal. They have Calypso, yes. But the binding is one of temporary measures. Their pieces of eight are naught but passing things. I removed her from the playing field. Personally, I’d kill the wench if it were up to me. Calypso is due for a new rebirth, and I’d absolutely love for them to get on the wrong end of her wrath. No, they have Calypso, and I have the trigger to release her.”

Darla remained seated, and one of her crew, the shorter man – her bosun, interposed himself between her and Baranida, while the twins took her other side and back.

“The Goddess may not be beholden to me, but I plan to be nowhere near her when she is released from the surly bonds of mortality again. The question here, Lords and kin, is if we even bother fighting at the moment, or do we scurry back to our oceans in fear of these mice who dare call themselves men in our opposition?”

Her grandfather’s eloquence could not be denied. While her flair for the dramatic was tempered by a lackadaisical attitude, she undoubtedly had inherited some of his skills. Whether or not the Court was mollified remained to be seen.

“Either way, my Folly and my crew, nay my armada will reign the Carib and any tradeship that dare cross our waters will find themselves on the wrong end of th’blacksmith’s daughter. I merely wish to know if the Court accepts the idea of fighting rather than drowning in our liquor of choice,” she said with a nod to Sulieman. “Or hanging from the end of the noose.”

[Lusca]

Blah blah this and blah blah that.

Jirun lounged in his orientally inspired chair, idly listening to the converse of the gathered Lords. His fingers traced the lines of the nature scene engraved on the arms of the seat, and he offered naught but a bemused smile in response to the other pirates pointless bickering. They weren't even having a coherent debate, as pretty much all of them just said the same thing over and over again albeit in various forms of wording. The news of Calypso's capture did surprise him, of course, but he wanted to wait for Suleiman or Darla to expound on exactly how They had managed to capture her; the two pirates were the ones most likely to know.

Then, the inevitable word 'betrayal' was thrown out into the middle of the room, ready to be interpreted at will by the pirates. Jirun found himself to be unsurprised that Suleiman had used the word first; the Lord was always a quick one. It had been clear to Jirun a little while before anyone had dared to mention betrayal, seeing as only a Pirate Lord or another pirate of high standing would know the way to bind Calypso.

Baranida stood and spoke his mind, his words no doubt going to be repeated by various voices before the obligatory accusations were thrown. Jirun sighed heavily, bored with the incessant rambling, and put his jug to his lips, taking a hearty swig of rum.

"I told them how to bind her."

He sprayed the rum in his mouth out in a cone infront of him, the jet of alcohol going a good few feet before hitting the floor.

"What!?" He exclaimed. He could usually discern the truth behind most mysteries, but this revelation took him by surprise.

Putting his jug down on the table, he sat upright at once, intently listening to what Darla had to say for herself. Information was one of his specialities, and by the gods was he finding a treasure trove of it at this meet.

As Lord of the Caribbean continued on with her explanation, he pieced together her motives and figured out that no matter how bad they had thought it was, the situation as it was now benefited them in more ways than one.

"Darla, once again you astound me with your ingenuity. You certainly have Sparrow's blood in you, there's no doubt about that." He looked over to the other Lords before back to Darla, the woman calm and collected in her apparent betrayal. "So how d'you suggest we proceed? Continue our pirate shenanigans and wait for the right time or actively start this war that they so much desire and bring the fight to them?"

The day had just got a whole damn lot of interesting injected into it.

[MYSTK]

Akoola wasn't exactly pleased but that was neither here nor there. He didn't trust Darla, she played too many games, perhaps they were too similar and that was the real reason he didn't trust her. Needless to say he could still see some flaws and variables in her plan. For one, she was taking these men to foolish enough to fully trust her and not have some sort of backup plan themselves. He didn't trust them and beyond that the right question still hadn't been asked,


"So you have the power to bring them to an end when the time is right, but something is amiss…if you went to them and offered this then you must have wanted something in exchange, even if it was to lend some…believability to your ruse. And even if they came to you there must've been some bargaining and cajoling involved…so what did they offer you or perhaps what is it you wanted from them? What's your game?"

If was honest he could see this easily being a set-up for the rest of them to get destroyed whilst Darla escaped relatively unscathed. Pirates were underhanded and he had done his fair share of underhanded dealings and attacks to increase his strength.


He was fully aware of her lackadaisical attitude but Akoola could be easily laid-back and flippant towards his fellow pirates. In fact, the man had no qualms against attacking some of them and he had mulled over it several times but each time found that antagonizing the trade companies and armadas in the Atlantic would be far more fun and profitable. Needless to say his allegiance to anyone of them wasn't guaranteed. He nodded in thanks to Suileman for the stein of rum and took a sip before setting it down on the table once again.