Post by Carin on Aug 7, 2015 20:34:10 GMT
Nariel Silucia stood on the upper deck of the El Impoluto, observing with her contemplative eyes a flat calm out at sea. The craft made pitching and humming sounds as it paced forward, hover engines at mast idling as they were not needed for such an on-the-water sail. Soon, the small port of Tique was visible several miles out ahead, their ship appearing as a mere blip on the horizon to those occupying the docks. A few small schooners bobbed, him-hawing around out to the East, just off of the coast. It was not a particularly eventful day, but days like these seemed to be Nex's favorite for planning. The gentle sea breeze came in, purely from their forward direction, indicating that there was almost no wind out at sea.. and far away small clouds developed, rolling up into the atmosphere. Nex sighed, it was quite a romantic moment. The crew labored, though their work was easy now, cleaning and maintaining the shroud.
Captain Cusario stood at the wheel, calmly observing the surrounding sea. The day was a calm one, and the crew was engaged in quiet banter, one making a comment on women, one on how he missed land. The seas of Caledon were prosperous and calm ones, and it was a nice break from the usual chaos pervading the life of a pirate. Tique slowly came into view ahead, a small port town, isolated in the seas. The total population of the area must have been close to 300, but the shops were well stocked in naval necessities, and a few other sources of entertainment for the rugged Corsair. He deftly guided the ship to a smooth stop, the crew quickly moving to tether it in place. They would stay for a day, refuel, rejuvenate, before setting out for their next destination. Latroz sighed, stepping off the ship and walking down the rickety boards towards the nearest merchant, to buy various supplies- food, water, ammunition, and the occasional keg of rum.
Nariel Silucia walked down the slightly raised upper deck onto the main deck and then, when the mooring was necessary, pointed to it. The crew was all very carefully watching her and the Captain, and when she indicated mooring was necessary, they quickly acted, ready to get off of the ship and enjoy the land for some time. She need not make any comment to them, as they knew what to do once she indicated it with gestures. Waiting for them to exit via the docking ramp, she followed the crew with a casual stroll, her crossbow hanging from her back where it was holstered. As they left view, she watched the captain instead, her attention drawn to him. He was handsome, like only so many could dream, and to work under his command was something Nex must have been lucky for, but in fact she showed little outward emotion in that moment. Her eyes simply fixed on him as he walked down and by, as if she were guarding him with them. A little behind him, she followed, glancing here and there occasionally, and there were many visitors that populated the area. The crew now occupying a tavern that happened to sell a foreign mead for cheap, Nex made her own way to the small trade center plaza, which was still impressive for the size of the port. There, she saw many foreigners, one of which immediately struck her eye. A thin and gaunt man, a luctani, not in well health. Her eyes twitched, almost as if to narrow, but control of her expressions had won over. He seemed hurried, a little nervous. Anxious. He took to a street corner, and then walked around a few buildings. Nex must have known him, as she followed with some distance, away from both the crew and her captain temporarily.
Captain Cusario slowly paced through the market, quickly locating a wooden booth which was obviously much more established than what surrounded it. The man tending it was obviously fairly well off, and, considering that the main income source of the port was naval purchases, he assumed that he would be able to acquire resources from the most wealthy person in the area. After a short exchange, he gladly found that premonition to be true, and had secured the purchase of several cases of rum, crates of ammunition, and some local fruits. The man assured him his purchase could be offloaded that night, and he bid his farewells. Glancing around the square, he noticed that Nex was nowhere to be found. While it wasn't unusual for her to leave, he simultaneously had nothing to do but wait, and he set off through the crowd to find his first mate.
Nariel Silucia followed the Luctani male to a small shack. The guy was looking around, and unfortunately, Nex was not so well hidden at that time, so he did notice her presence. "... O...oh...HELP," he squealed, as he took off running through the dirt path that led into a tall brush area. "Damnit," Nex whispered to herself, and she too began sprinting after him, though as she did so the latch for her strap to the crossbow on her back snapped. Her crossbow fell right off of her back and made a thud on the ground behind her. Her crystal blue eyes shot around behind her to see that it fell, but she knew he would not get far away before she could retrieve it, so she was only made faster by this slight loss in weight. This Luctani was fast, but she kept up with him down the dirt path, and he seemed to trip occasionally, where-as she did not. The man dashed into a small shack similar to the one from before, which appeared empty and quite rickety. A latch from inside could be heard, but the door was visibly weak. Nex noted this from a far and kept her momentum, as she sped up and then threw her entire body weight, shoulder first, into the door. It did not completely bust down, which led her to squint as she recovered, but the doors inner frame snapped and pieces of wood flew inward, leaving clear weaknesses. One more time, she backed up as the Luctani screamed from within, and broke the door down, staring him down. "Words," she quickly said, in honor of the moment. She would allow him some. He simply trembled as he spoke, "N...n...no r..regrets.... b..bu..t I do..dontwanttodie!" The last bit of his short speech was quickly rattled off, as Nex had already withdrawn a glass stiletto from its sheath on her outer thigh. Taking the Luctani by the ears, she pulled him up from his squatting, cowering position and then ruthlessly shoved the stiletto up and into his gut. She withdrew it as he let out a breathless sound, and repeated the motion several more times. Long after the Luctani had stopped breathing, she was still practically gutting him, his blood spattering and dripping down from the relatively large wound in his lower abdomen. Now, her left arm got tired far before her stabbing arm, so she dropped his corpse; her expression was quiet, cold and again contemplative. Blood began to seep into the wood and leak from his lifeless flesh into a pool, the stiletto itself retaining some of it in the hollow container. Nex was dotted with the sanguine liquid in nearly every location.
Captain Cusario slowly paced down several backstreets before coming across Nariel's crossbow. It appeared to have been broken off, or perhaps had just finally broke it's restraints, but nonetheless it meant Nex wasn't just wandering. He stooped over to grab the weapon, and glanced around him, wondering as to what direction she ran in. Within moments, he located fresh scuff marks and tracks, seeming to belong to Nex and an unknown pursuer. Or perhaps target, it was hard to say with Nex's reputation. He set off in a light jog, not in a particular hurry to intervene, but nonetheless, he wanted to reach his first mate quickly, in case she was in some form of peril. A minute later, he found himself closing in on a rickety wooden hut, one with the door broken clean from its hinges. He slowed to a cautious walk, and neared the doorway, to be quickly met with a bloodied, but seemingly unharmed first mate. Beneath her was some poor man, who had been ruthlessly disemboweled. He stood in the doorframe, and let out a long sigh. "Was that really necessary? What did this guy even do?"
Nariel Silucia heard rustling from behind as she turned to the broken cabin entryway, and there was her Captain, taking in the vicious murder. He interrogated her about the motive behind her actions, and she straightened up, but her face was plain and calm as per the usual. "Do you remember two months ago, at Isle de Vatie. I spoke to a Luctani salesman. You did not see, but I told you about him. This is him. This is his story." She turned to tear a piece of his clothing fabric that was clean, and cleaned off her stiletto with it, placing the weapon back in its sheath. She was still coated in dots of blood here and there. Walking forward, she more closely, more intimately approached her captain, her eyes in the ever-so-slightest amount showing a fondness. In a whisper near his ear, she continued. "I have heard the insufferable bastard put ill to your name .. ill to our crew .. spit upon us .. " She said no more, her chest now almost pressingly close to the Captain's own, her stature a few inches shorter than he. The air was smooth and still in the room, and the smell of fresh blood practically warmed it. Now, the Luctani's corpse began to grow cold, his soul lost, as the two stand in close proximity, in a moment of tension.
Captain Cusario listened to her hatred, and as always, she knew how to hold a grudge. The scent of the bloodspill was an unpleasant one, but nonetheless one he had grown rather accustomed to. The tension in the room increased with every word she uttered, before she was face to face with him. He held her gaze, maintaining the terse silence. After a second or two of this, he relaxed, and released a small smile. "Well, then in that case, I guess it had to be done. But on the other hand, you did just commit a brutal and legally unjustified crime, so you should... clean up. We might leave a bit earlier, so make your way back to the ship in due time." He quietly pressed the crossbow back into her hands, and turned back towards the direction he had came.
Nariel Silucia nodded in affirmation of his statements loyally. "I shall put him under the floor boards. By time the smell gets bad, we will be gone." With that, she re-clipped and temporarily mended her crossbow, placing it to the side as she cleaned up. After the Captain turned away though, she watched him as she always did, and a sense of longing hit her briefly. He left her line of sight, and she began to focus once again on cleaning the room, removing floorboards and placing the corpse below them. It was a morbid display, though she felt he deserved little respect. The blood, she cleaned with the remnants of the clothing the Luctani wore, but it was not so clean given the coarse texture of the wood. Unsatisfied, yet out of choices, she simply replaced the floorboards and strutted out of the shack, figuring no one would visit there for days anyway. Meanwhile, the dots of blood on her clothing were barely visible now that she had used some of the fabric to clean them off, so she would not be easily recognized as a bloodied individual in public. Walking down the overgrown path, she finally came across the roads that led back to the trade corner, and went first to the tavern advertising mead. Her first step in the door called the attention of every crew member on El Impoluto, and as she gazed around at them, they waited for her word. "Soon," she said in one word, and then swing her arm around to point to where the ship was docked. She then swiftly exited the tavern, and her crew members would comply, making their last drinks and deciding that it would be time to head back. Nex, now approaching the moored frigate, looked around for her Captain, but could not seem to locate him at the ship. He must have been trying to finalize some dealings or such before they were to head out, a little earlier than planned of course.
Captain Cusario found his original plans slightly shunted to the side by his first mate's... unsavory actions. He sighed, and thought of what changes would have to be made. He would have to secure supplies earlier, and ensure the crew didn't get too tipsy. He imagined Nex would know to take care of the second, so he set off towards the market square, returning to the merchant. The two shortly conversed, and Latroz quickly made it clear that he would require the shipment earlier, to which the merchant invited him to see the warehouse. The merchant's workers were too busy to manually accelerate the process, but he was most certainly welcome to have his crew carry the supplies out instead. He sighed, making a quick check over the crates for quality, then began the walk back to the ship to inform the crew. The sun slowly began to set, and he reached his moored frigate as the first streaks of red slowly rescinded from the canopy of the sky. He made his way up to a nearby Nex, a slightly sullen look on his face. "Well, if we're going to be leaving when intended, we'll be in charge of collecting our cargo ourselves. Get the crew moving."
Nariel Silucia seemed affected by her Captain's relatively dissatisfied veneer; she felt quite responsible in the end, but she did what she had to do. She had no time for things like regret. It did ache at her a bit though, at least to see it had affected him. Perhaps she would do well to plan things like this more thoroughly next time. Oh, there would be a next time. As the crew came back, so did her Captain, and so she made a slight head-bow to him, her expression calm as usual. "All of you, follow me, we're moving cargo in and heading out. Now!" It was less common to hear her actually issuing these kinds of commands, but in this case, it had to be specifically understood. Some crew immediately ran ahead as if they knew where the warehouse was, and others simply followed Nex there, who followed road sign indicators. After arriving, the crew began to assemble the cargo, though there was enough to be taken in roughly one load. Some of them struggled to lift the heavier crates, and Nex herself handled a box containing thick-glassed bottles of dining wine, feeling it was in her duty to do this. She was the last back, after the cargo was prepared and stowed in the frigate, and set the crate on the deck, removing one bottle from the crate as a deck-hand took the crate into the hold below. The bottle, she held in her hands, and watched as the crew assembled the frigate's moor and lining. She walked over to Captain Cusario, examining his expression, her own beautiful physique highlighted by the evening sunset behind them to the West. "Captain .." She said in a low, whispered tone, unsure of what she was to tell him. An apology? A note of preparation? She began to calculate in what way would be best in her head, which took a few moments, as her face showed the contemplation.
Captain Cusario stood at the wheel, calmly observing the surrounding sea. The day was a calm one, and the crew was engaged in quiet banter, one making a comment on women, one on how he missed land. The seas of Caledon were prosperous and calm ones, and it was a nice break from the usual chaos pervading the life of a pirate. Tique slowly came into view ahead, a small port town, isolated in the seas. The total population of the area must have been close to 300, but the shops were well stocked in naval necessities, and a few other sources of entertainment for the rugged Corsair. He deftly guided the ship to a smooth stop, the crew quickly moving to tether it in place. They would stay for a day, refuel, rejuvenate, before setting out for their next destination. Latroz sighed, stepping off the ship and walking down the rickety boards towards the nearest merchant, to buy various supplies- food, water, ammunition, and the occasional keg of rum.
Nariel Silucia walked down the slightly raised upper deck onto the main deck and then, when the mooring was necessary, pointed to it. The crew was all very carefully watching her and the Captain, and when she indicated mooring was necessary, they quickly acted, ready to get off of the ship and enjoy the land for some time. She need not make any comment to them, as they knew what to do once she indicated it with gestures. Waiting for them to exit via the docking ramp, she followed the crew with a casual stroll, her crossbow hanging from her back where it was holstered. As they left view, she watched the captain instead, her attention drawn to him. He was handsome, like only so many could dream, and to work under his command was something Nex must have been lucky for, but in fact she showed little outward emotion in that moment. Her eyes simply fixed on him as he walked down and by, as if she were guarding him with them. A little behind him, she followed, glancing here and there occasionally, and there were many visitors that populated the area. The crew now occupying a tavern that happened to sell a foreign mead for cheap, Nex made her own way to the small trade center plaza, which was still impressive for the size of the port. There, she saw many foreigners, one of which immediately struck her eye. A thin and gaunt man, a luctani, not in well health. Her eyes twitched, almost as if to narrow, but control of her expressions had won over. He seemed hurried, a little nervous. Anxious. He took to a street corner, and then walked around a few buildings. Nex must have known him, as she followed with some distance, away from both the crew and her captain temporarily.
Captain Cusario slowly paced through the market, quickly locating a wooden booth which was obviously much more established than what surrounded it. The man tending it was obviously fairly well off, and, considering that the main income source of the port was naval purchases, he assumed that he would be able to acquire resources from the most wealthy person in the area. After a short exchange, he gladly found that premonition to be true, and had secured the purchase of several cases of rum, crates of ammunition, and some local fruits. The man assured him his purchase could be offloaded that night, and he bid his farewells. Glancing around the square, he noticed that Nex was nowhere to be found. While it wasn't unusual for her to leave, he simultaneously had nothing to do but wait, and he set off through the crowd to find his first mate.
Nariel Silucia followed the Luctani male to a small shack. The guy was looking around, and unfortunately, Nex was not so well hidden at that time, so he did notice her presence. "... O...oh...HELP," he squealed, as he took off running through the dirt path that led into a tall brush area. "Damnit," Nex whispered to herself, and she too began sprinting after him, though as she did so the latch for her strap to the crossbow on her back snapped. Her crossbow fell right off of her back and made a thud on the ground behind her. Her crystal blue eyes shot around behind her to see that it fell, but she knew he would not get far away before she could retrieve it, so she was only made faster by this slight loss in weight. This Luctani was fast, but she kept up with him down the dirt path, and he seemed to trip occasionally, where-as she did not. The man dashed into a small shack similar to the one from before, which appeared empty and quite rickety. A latch from inside could be heard, but the door was visibly weak. Nex noted this from a far and kept her momentum, as she sped up and then threw her entire body weight, shoulder first, into the door. It did not completely bust down, which led her to squint as she recovered, but the doors inner frame snapped and pieces of wood flew inward, leaving clear weaknesses. One more time, she backed up as the Luctani screamed from within, and broke the door down, staring him down. "Words," she quickly said, in honor of the moment. She would allow him some. He simply trembled as he spoke, "N...n...no r..regrets.... b..bu..t I do..dontwanttodie!" The last bit of his short speech was quickly rattled off, as Nex had already withdrawn a glass stiletto from its sheath on her outer thigh. Taking the Luctani by the ears, she pulled him up from his squatting, cowering position and then ruthlessly shoved the stiletto up and into his gut. She withdrew it as he let out a breathless sound, and repeated the motion several more times. Long after the Luctani had stopped breathing, she was still practically gutting him, his blood spattering and dripping down from the relatively large wound in his lower abdomen. Now, her left arm got tired far before her stabbing arm, so she dropped his corpse; her expression was quiet, cold and again contemplative. Blood began to seep into the wood and leak from his lifeless flesh into a pool, the stiletto itself retaining some of it in the hollow container. Nex was dotted with the sanguine liquid in nearly every location.
Captain Cusario slowly paced down several backstreets before coming across Nariel's crossbow. It appeared to have been broken off, or perhaps had just finally broke it's restraints, but nonetheless it meant Nex wasn't just wandering. He stooped over to grab the weapon, and glanced around him, wondering as to what direction she ran in. Within moments, he located fresh scuff marks and tracks, seeming to belong to Nex and an unknown pursuer. Or perhaps target, it was hard to say with Nex's reputation. He set off in a light jog, not in a particular hurry to intervene, but nonetheless, he wanted to reach his first mate quickly, in case she was in some form of peril. A minute later, he found himself closing in on a rickety wooden hut, one with the door broken clean from its hinges. He slowed to a cautious walk, and neared the doorway, to be quickly met with a bloodied, but seemingly unharmed first mate. Beneath her was some poor man, who had been ruthlessly disemboweled. He stood in the doorframe, and let out a long sigh. "Was that really necessary? What did this guy even do?"
Nariel Silucia heard rustling from behind as she turned to the broken cabin entryway, and there was her Captain, taking in the vicious murder. He interrogated her about the motive behind her actions, and she straightened up, but her face was plain and calm as per the usual. "Do you remember two months ago, at Isle de Vatie. I spoke to a Luctani salesman. You did not see, but I told you about him. This is him. This is his story." She turned to tear a piece of his clothing fabric that was clean, and cleaned off her stiletto with it, placing the weapon back in its sheath. She was still coated in dots of blood here and there. Walking forward, she more closely, more intimately approached her captain, her eyes in the ever-so-slightest amount showing a fondness. In a whisper near his ear, she continued. "I have heard the insufferable bastard put ill to your name .. ill to our crew .. spit upon us .. " She said no more, her chest now almost pressingly close to the Captain's own, her stature a few inches shorter than he. The air was smooth and still in the room, and the smell of fresh blood practically warmed it. Now, the Luctani's corpse began to grow cold, his soul lost, as the two stand in close proximity, in a moment of tension.
Captain Cusario listened to her hatred, and as always, she knew how to hold a grudge. The scent of the bloodspill was an unpleasant one, but nonetheless one he had grown rather accustomed to. The tension in the room increased with every word she uttered, before she was face to face with him. He held her gaze, maintaining the terse silence. After a second or two of this, he relaxed, and released a small smile. "Well, then in that case, I guess it had to be done. But on the other hand, you did just commit a brutal and legally unjustified crime, so you should... clean up. We might leave a bit earlier, so make your way back to the ship in due time." He quietly pressed the crossbow back into her hands, and turned back towards the direction he had came.
Nariel Silucia nodded in affirmation of his statements loyally. "I shall put him under the floor boards. By time the smell gets bad, we will be gone." With that, she re-clipped and temporarily mended her crossbow, placing it to the side as she cleaned up. After the Captain turned away though, she watched him as she always did, and a sense of longing hit her briefly. He left her line of sight, and she began to focus once again on cleaning the room, removing floorboards and placing the corpse below them. It was a morbid display, though she felt he deserved little respect. The blood, she cleaned with the remnants of the clothing the Luctani wore, but it was not so clean given the coarse texture of the wood. Unsatisfied, yet out of choices, she simply replaced the floorboards and strutted out of the shack, figuring no one would visit there for days anyway. Meanwhile, the dots of blood on her clothing were barely visible now that she had used some of the fabric to clean them off, so she would not be easily recognized as a bloodied individual in public. Walking down the overgrown path, she finally came across the roads that led back to the trade corner, and went first to the tavern advertising mead. Her first step in the door called the attention of every crew member on El Impoluto, and as she gazed around at them, they waited for her word. "Soon," she said in one word, and then swing her arm around to point to where the ship was docked. She then swiftly exited the tavern, and her crew members would comply, making their last drinks and deciding that it would be time to head back. Nex, now approaching the moored frigate, looked around for her Captain, but could not seem to locate him at the ship. He must have been trying to finalize some dealings or such before they were to head out, a little earlier than planned of course.
Captain Cusario found his original plans slightly shunted to the side by his first mate's... unsavory actions. He sighed, and thought of what changes would have to be made. He would have to secure supplies earlier, and ensure the crew didn't get too tipsy. He imagined Nex would know to take care of the second, so he set off towards the market square, returning to the merchant. The two shortly conversed, and Latroz quickly made it clear that he would require the shipment earlier, to which the merchant invited him to see the warehouse. The merchant's workers were too busy to manually accelerate the process, but he was most certainly welcome to have his crew carry the supplies out instead. He sighed, making a quick check over the crates for quality, then began the walk back to the ship to inform the crew. The sun slowly began to set, and he reached his moored frigate as the first streaks of red slowly rescinded from the canopy of the sky. He made his way up to a nearby Nex, a slightly sullen look on his face. "Well, if we're going to be leaving when intended, we'll be in charge of collecting our cargo ourselves. Get the crew moving."
Nariel Silucia seemed affected by her Captain's relatively dissatisfied veneer; she felt quite responsible in the end, but she did what she had to do. She had no time for things like regret. It did ache at her a bit though, at least to see it had affected him. Perhaps she would do well to plan things like this more thoroughly next time. Oh, there would be a next time. As the crew came back, so did her Captain, and so she made a slight head-bow to him, her expression calm as usual. "All of you, follow me, we're moving cargo in and heading out. Now!" It was less common to hear her actually issuing these kinds of commands, but in this case, it had to be specifically understood. Some crew immediately ran ahead as if they knew where the warehouse was, and others simply followed Nex there, who followed road sign indicators. After arriving, the crew began to assemble the cargo, though there was enough to be taken in roughly one load. Some of them struggled to lift the heavier crates, and Nex herself handled a box containing thick-glassed bottles of dining wine, feeling it was in her duty to do this. She was the last back, after the cargo was prepared and stowed in the frigate, and set the crate on the deck, removing one bottle from the crate as a deck-hand took the crate into the hold below. The bottle, she held in her hands, and watched as the crew assembled the frigate's moor and lining. She walked over to Captain Cusario, examining his expression, her own beautiful physique highlighted by the evening sunset behind them to the West. "Captain .." She said in a low, whispered tone, unsure of what she was to tell him. An apology? A note of preparation? She began to calculate in what way would be best in her head, which took a few moments, as her face showed the contemplation.