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W-Wait, she quickly picked up Snow and ate her last piece of bread before getting up and following the man, the other men in the tavern chuckling at what was said. Of course he was going the wrong way too, and she had to hurry after him, staying some distance behind unlike he stopped moving altogether. As always, she swallowed the bit of food before speaking, as her father taught her. L-Lein, she said softly, trying out the name. Well, Mr. Skevi, I don't live in the town. No, I'm not even married yet. Snow was perched on her shoulder, looking at the man with slowly blinking eyes before moving behind her hair and out of sight. Jyade Rivers is my name. I can't say I do much but I live every day happily. There was a bit of pride in her voice, as though she had to stand up for what little she did do. At her age, in those days, a person her age would already be married or being courted. She did have the looks of someone noble with the way she held her head high and always stood or sat with a straight back. The way that she moved was graceful, her footsteps silent with ease after years of catching her own meat with nothing but a bow and arrow. Meat cost more than fruit did, which made it a hassle to purchase. If you would, my home is this way. A part of her was starting to regret taking him up on that offer. His words helped remind her of what she didn't have with ease. He was carrying her bags for her though, and it didn't seem as though he was saying those things intentionally. Remembering what he said earlier, Jyade reminded herself that Lein was a seaman and not a member of their little society. He didn't know any better and, quite frankly, that's why she liked him. Her feet carried her smoothly to the edge of the forest, her looking down at the ground for some time, long enough for her to see the start of a small path. After having traveled the same way for so long, of course a path would form. I hope I'm not an inconvenience to you, Mr. Skevi, she said softly to him as she started down the path.
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He gave a small smile, following the woman with relative ease, only stumbling twice. Pah! 'Taint any trouble, miss Rivers, I assure ye. Can't 'elp but wonder what it is about ye that makes ye need t'live out here, though... He glanced about them, looking behind for the telltale seafoam-green-and-sky-blue uniform of a Navy officer, and finding none. Though I s'ppose it can 'ave it's advantages. Peace and quiet and the like, livin' off the land. A quiet life... A nice retirement after a pirate's life, indeed. But Lein was hardly old enough to consider retirement yet.
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But lonely,' she said, mostly to herself. There was no reason for her to think that somebody cared about her, about the things that happened to her while she lived out in the forest away from their town and surrounded by wild animals. No, they didn't give a damn about her. The townspeople don't like me because I'm different. They say I'm a witch, especially the women. They fear me for some reason, they hug their men close when I walk by as if I will snatch them up. Much more complicated than animals are humans, that's what my father used to say. She found that statement to be true since he died too. Animals were simpler in most ways, they couldn't burn or hang their own kind even though they could shun those they didn't like. In a way, a group of people were nothing more than animals in her eyes. You...said you were a sailor? She asked, looking back at him as she changed the subject. There was a hint of curiosity in her eyes, a look that made a shine come to the lovely orbs. It made her stand out more in the shade the trees made with their leaves that blocked the sun's rays. The window blew steadily there for it was blocked from almost every direction in those woods by trees, bushes, and other vegetation. Birds could be heard, singing their songs of praise, showing happiness over the fact that they could live another day. What kind of places have you gone to? Are they different from this country?
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Aye, he said, chuckling softly. That I did, that I am, and that they are. As many places as there are people, each as different from each other as you and I. I remember, there was one place where a person's wealth determined how long their 'air could be, and the wealthiest lady in town had a coil of it, ten feet high! And another time we drew in to port where the people ride giant lizards, instead of 'orses or mules. Got quite a shock there, we did. He nodded to Jayde, a small smile on his face revealing his teethoddly pristine and white for a man of his profession. And many places where being called a witch was a compliment, and where men would throw themselves at the feet of such women, seeking the 'onor of being their 'usband. Ye should try finding yeself a way out ta sea words can scarce do it justice.
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I could never. Poor Snow can't stand it at the docks, let alone on a ship. Her eyes lost their curious look and were soon downcast, her shaking her head quickly and making her hair move as she did so. No, no, this is my home I was born hear, my mother and father died here and so will I. Leaving will only make those selfish people in town happy. Anyway, I am no witch, at least not that I think. I've never met a real witch, so how would I know? She turned forward then, making sure that she was going in the right direction and not about to run into a tree. He was strangely clean and...nice for a man. The only person she found nice to her was her own father. Her slender fingers found their way to her hair, pushing a few strands back and tucking them behind her ear. What's it like out at sea? You have cooks on your ship for food, right? And how about storms, they do enough damage to the houses in town, they must jostle a ship pretty good.
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He took a deep breath, sighing it out very softly. He wasn't very used to being surrounded by the smells of land rather than the briny air of the water. It's both alike and different to this, really. A lot of the time, it's dead silent 'cept for th'occasional jabbermouth. But there're times when ye can't get a moment's peace, and e'rything's gone topsy-turvy and e'ryone's scurryin' about like someone's jus' kicked o'er the ant-'ill. But then things sort themselves out, and it goes back to bein' all calm, like the sea on a clear sky. He sighed at the thought. Lein was a terror on the open waters, wanted at practically every port, but unlike the others he did regret some of the things the job required. Aye, he picked himself back up at her next question, a good cook is key to a smooth voyage. 'Ungry swabs get distracted, and distractions on the water can be fatal. Storms moreso it's why most ships will do their best to steer clear of 'em. If they know up from down, that is. The winds can get ye all turned about, rain can leak int'a th'old and spoil whole weeks' worth'a supplies. The waves are the worst, though one wave can tip a whole galleon upside-down. A surer death sentence than any black spot or judge's order.
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The woman nodded slightly in response, having listened to every word he said as though he were a priest giving a sermon. It was nice to talk to somebody without being glared at or fearing she might be captured and hanged at any minute. Fear was never a good thing really, and she felt it every time she went into town. That was why she only did so when needed. Sounds like a...hectic lifestyle if you ask me. Like you always have to be prepared for something bad. She slowed down a bit once the reached the clearing that her house was in, stepping up to the door and opening it. Come inside, the least is can do is send you off with something for your troubles. As she stepped in, Snow was starting to climb down her dress, using his little claws to hang on until he was on the floor. The ferret scurried off then, going to do whatever it willed. Oh, the kitchen is right over here. Jyade turned to the right and into the kitchen. Spending so much time by herself meant that she had to preoccupy herself, and her home was a symbol of that. The floorboards were clean, as though she stayed up through the night scrubbing them. The walls and furniture were the same too. It wasn't as lavish a house as most had, but it was definitely clean. In the kitchen was her fireplace, over the wood was the pot that she always cooked her stew in, clean as the rest of her things of course. There was a bucket of fresh water on her counter, and she could only say it was fresh because it came from a river. In those days, the freshest water came from the rivers that ran through the forest. Water in the towns and cities were usually teeming with disease. There was a wood burning stove, something she rarely used but in working condition. Just set the bags by the bucket. Biting her lip, the woman reached up to gently scratch the back of her neck. You wouldn't happen to be hungry, would you? I do have some food if you'd like something to eat I can cook.
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The strongly-built seafarer set the bags down carefully by the door, waving a hand at his newest acquaintance and shaving his head, a tinge of regret playing across the expression hidden still by his hat. 'Preciate th'offer, little miss, but I'd hate t'impose me comp'ny on ye any further, and I've business to attend to at the docks. If I'm ever in town again, though, perhaps I'll take ye up on it. As he turned to leave, he stopped himself at the doorway. Being surrounded in deafening quiet for so long hadmade Lein very attuned to changes in his environment, and scraps of sky blue moving between the bushes was a very big flag as to what was about to happen if he didn't avert it. So, he pulled out his pistol, cocked back the hammer, and shot into the sky before running into the brush. And just like that, the Titan of Tienten vanished into the woods, leaving an innocent girl at the mercy of his pursuers. They always fell for it, really fire off a round, everyone looks around to wonder who'se been shot, and away he would go in the confusion. He avoided the main road, and by the time anyone of consequence noticed, the Eternis Inferna was already well into open water, and Lein Skevi had once again avoided capture without any casualties... except maybe the girl. He would always regret having to do that, and the night after departing did something he had only done twice before partook of rum. And quite heavily, at that the Captain out-drank his entire crew that evening, and had two entirely different sorts of regret swimming about in his aching head the next morning. But ever after, the name Jyade Rivers would be synonymous with choices that Lein would wish he didn't need to make, to the point that it spread through his crew and, in time, to others as well.
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Seven years to the day passed after his last hangover. His eyes to the sea, one hand on the ship and the other behind his back, a certain captain leans against the railing of his ship, a once-glorious craft of ebony and iron stolen from an eastern lord, now aged and worn from the years of salt and cannon-fire. Not a day had passed without a certain name, and the innocent young face it marked, searing the backs of his eyes and giving the giant of a man a headache even the devil would feel pity for. He had, naturally, changed over the years long, unkempt golden hair was tied back in a ponytail by an old leather strap, and his gunmetal-grey eyeswhich gave him no end of trouble ever since he lost his favorite hat, for rarities gave him distinctionwere shadowed by days of sleep lost for his sins. He stared out over the water, listening to a melody it seemed only he could hear. A shrill, mournful sound, that seemed to taunt him with that damned day, playing nearly every morning. Seven... he muttered to himself, his voice like that of a rockslide. The sound of footsteps on the planking behind him took the captain from his reverie, and he turned on his heel to face the approacherhis newest skipper, who was nervous ever since being so promoted because the captain had smashed in the skull of the last one using his own peg-leg, giving the post a reputation for being cursed. S-sir... he stuttered, making a shaky salute, a-all the shares have b-been decided... To w-where do we sail next? The captain turned his gaze back to the horizon, then nodded to himself. Tortuga, he rumbled, Two or three day's rest there while we requisition a new ship, and per'aps some new crew to replace the band of drunken louts in the brig. Trying to see if they could fire themselves out of a cannon. Any other would have had them shot on the spot, but this one was more merciful in some respects. And more ruthless in others, of course. Of course, Captain Hawke. The skipper replied, glad for an excuse to get away before he was gutted with his own hook. Hawke. Yes, that was his name, now he changed it once or twice a year to keep the Navy boys on their toes. He'd never had a real name he had given himself one when he escaped to sea, but it hadn't kept. None of them did, really. He'd been quickest to abandon one in particular, the name of a man who betrayed the trust of a nave young woman woman. The last skipper had dared breathe it aloud, and for that he had been killed. Not even the captain dared speak it he thought it an ill omen, a curse to brand one with that name. An insult even to traitors and kin-slayers, to be named Lein Skevi.
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With bellies full of stew and minds making up all the possibilities of what could happen during their stay, the men were singing jolly songs and readying themselves for a night on the town. And what could she do to stop them? Nothing of course. They were men. In her eyes, men were nothing but pigs who would turn their backs to you whenever they had the chance and think nothing of it. It was rare for her to make port in towns where pirates weren't welcome, fearing that what happened to her might happen to someone else and not wanting to be the person whose crew did that. The only reason her crew listened to her was because they knew about her. She fought men without fear in her green eyes, stared them down easily and when needed could torture a man without feeling sick after. In their eyes, she was the sea. She was a beautiful things they loved to be around but could turn on them easily. There was a hint of fear in the eyes of each of her crew members when they looked at her, except August of course. He was a special case, the son of the man who saved her from the gallows and the only person who stayed a part of her crew for an entire five years. She was known for finding out which man was weak, which who couldn't listen to orders and getting rid of them as soon as possible. Before she did though there was always payment for such behavior though. Captain Gale wouldn't tolerate insolence. Tortuga came into view and shouts of glee came from the men. August steered the clipper smoothly to port, looking at his captain every now and again to watch as the breeze made her black hair dance at her waist. He was quick to look away when he saw her move though. Gale turned to look at him, sighing softly before moving to his side. You will walk with me today? Don't I always? He grew silent, thinking over his words before speaking. I- Hold that thought. Her feet carried her down the steps and into her quarters, fingers pulling the door closed behind her. On her bed was a Husky, a grand looking dog with a fine coat. Off my bed, Dante, she growled she began to undress. A light growl was the dog's answer but it did as she said, getting off the bed and to the floor, tail wagging as it looked at her. She was putting on her best clothes, a black skirt and a white shirt, both cut from different dresses of course, which could only mean one thing. Once her boots were shiny and her hair combed, the woman stepped out and the husky followed at her heels. They were at the port by then, some of the men lowering the plate as she attached her sword to her waist. Of course, that wasn't the only weapon on her, though it was the only one that could be seen. And I want everyone back by morning! If you aren't on this ship then... she trailed off and her lips curved into a smile. Some just looked away while the others shivered at the silent threat. Now off with you. And off they went, laughing and joking as they starting to the town, no doubt going to visit one of the burlesque houses.
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And she was one of them. All she had been doing was walking around, enjoying a tart as she strolled through Tortuga with August at her side. Her dog had been left on the ship, which was enough for her to feel safe about her valuables. The sounds of a quarrel reached her ears, a sound that made her turn and start in the other direction until August reached out to take her by the arm. There was no way he would put a hand on her without a good reason, and so she turned around to look in the same direction he was. Gale could see nothing over the heads of the taller men but August could. No, no, no, he muttered softly under his breath. He moved forward quickly, hand slipping from her arm though she followed anyway. He pushed through the crowd, trying to get to the man before it happened. Her hand clutched the back of his shirt, helping her move through. By the time they were at the front and she was able to see that one of the men in the middle of the crowd was one of her senior crew members, which came in handy when new recruits were brought, the other man had his gun out and shot the poor old man. What in blazes made you think you can shoot one of my crew-?! Damnit, August, let go! He had been trying to hold her back but she looked at him with a gleam in her green eyes that made him picture his own death. As soon as he let go of her, Gale moved forward, looking at the man with a fire in her eyes. Shorter she may be, but she made up for it with her feistiness. There were whistles coming from some of the men in the crowd and she stood up straight as usual, her green eyes looking at every single one of them before she spoke. Whistle again and you'll find your tongues at your feet. There was no joking tone to her voice, no laughter or joy in her eyes to speak of. Her crew was smart enough to move out of the crowd, all except her first mate who stayed still, scared of the man and for her life at the same time. Her eyes quickly went back to look up at the tall man before her, who she knew was a captain though she could care less. So what'cha gotta say for ye'self ya' yellow-bellied landlubber?! The woman was a ball of furry by then. The whistles that had came from the men didn't help. She hated being whistled at as though she were one of those whores, hated being near those buildings that housed such women. Sure, she wasn't exactly innocent anymore, but it'd be a cold day in hell before she allowed a man to touch her for money.
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He looked down at the woman who had stormed up to him, her green eyes flashing lightning. She practically spewed fire as she shouted, while the large man maintained a neutral expression. Simple, he rumbled when she was done, 'e picked a fight 'e shouldn't 'ave, and payed the price for it. If 'e'd left, 'e'd a lived, but he didn't, so he didn't. Green eyes, and a pretty face just like hers. But it couldn't be she was probably long dead by now, and he just couldn't imagine that innocent girl with such fury in her face. Nonetheless, he said it Odd, I knew a girl looked quite a bit like ye, once sweet lass, 'ad a lucky ferret for a pet. Got relatives?
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Even with her anger she heard his words and they sent a chill down her spine. Almost instinctively, she reached up to touch her neck, hoping but knowing that her little wouldn't be there. Her eyes became stone cold then, but she felt sick to her stomach as memories of her past came back to her. Ain't got none don't need none. Stay away from me and my crew. She turned away and this time August moved back as she walked past, starting down the street quickly as she tried to stay composed. August muttered incoherently under his breath, telling some of the crew to bury the old man properly before turning and hurrying after his still furious captain.
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I will if they will. He muttered in reply, glancing at the corpse before shrugging. Per'aps I'll take Anneth up on her offer after all. He was, as far as he knew, the only one to know the name of the woman who'd traded him his ship just a few moments ago, and he knew for certain he was the only one she allowed to sleep with her. He wamted the night to end on some sort of good note, and so he made his way back through the rat warren that was Tortuga's streets, to the mismatched double doors, and soon enough was immersed in the glories of a beautiful woman. There were, sometimes, benefits to the occasional selfless act, Hawke supposed. When the sun rose on the town the next morning, it would find Hawke staring out over the harbor, into the horizon, and trying to look into the future. He wanted to figure out where they would head next before they set out the next day, but for some reason couldn't quite decide. Bah, he said to himself, it'll come to me in due time, I suppose.