Thread: the new world || bear & dragonfly

Ever since the time he could waddle Nico Lettiere had tried running away to sea, but it wasn't until his fifteenth birthday that he had finally succeeded. The man that they called Captain, an old greying seadog by the name of Keneil, had taken a shine to the keen-eyed son of a whore and allowed him to stay rather than chuck him overboard or sell him as a slave. Nico had never known his father as he was almost certain that his mother had no proper recollection of the man at all. With his mother constantly working and his sisters following her footsteps, the young lad practically raised himself and hadn't been home much at all past the age of eight. He was a forgotten middle child and a brigand of the back streets in his home town. His inability to escape the island had nothing to do with a watchful parent keeping him from the docks. Most of his gainings at that age had been earned with the gang that he ran with, but when he did busy work he always worked at the docks. No, what had kept him from the sea was the boot of deck hands who kicked his arse if he came too close during their last checks. Over the years he had worked his way up for Keneil's favorite pup , as the others had cheekily called him, to first mate. It But now...he was Captain of the ship Brigitte's Pearl , named after Captain Keneil's late wife. In the wake of Keneil's death, Nico had made the decision to keep the name. He shared no similar love for a woman nor his mother, and Keneil had been the closest thing to a father to him. In the dead of night they drew closer to the civilian vessel and the dark haired, bright eyed Nico grinned as the shout of realization reached his ears. They had kept their ship dark to minimize suspicion until it was too late to put distance between them. Get ready t' board! The first mate Nigel called out. The entire crew jeered as they swung their grappling hooks to gain momentum before letting them fly. The clawed prongs dug into the ship and its rail long enough for planks to be laid across and the initial boarding team to hop over. Nico wasn't far behind. His heavy boots sounded across the deck of the assaulted ship even as his crew flooded around him like a tide of wanton destruction. The men who were supposed to stay behind on his ship to watch it had been too eager to join them and that was what had given Charlotte her chance to board their ship behind them. We found their captain, Captain! A few of the pirates jeered as they dragged the bloody nosed man before the smirking pirate Captain. Is that so? Nico's smirk persisted as he cocked his readied pistol and shot the man right in the chest. One of the passengers screamed as the captain of the ship was released to fall to the deck clutching his chest. The dark-haired pirate shoved the gun back into his belt before taking his sword in hand. Get to work, lads. That started the cacophony of shots, screams, splashing, and laughter that reached the sole survivor in her hiding spot. Had there been any other females, they would have been taken along for fun but there had been only Charlotte as her parents had sent for her after they their roots had dug in deep in the new world. The looting of the ship took quite some time and the First Mate had men disable the ship so it would sink to the bottom of the ocean floor slowly and get rid of any evidence before the sun broke over the horizon. It was over halfway to morning by the time Nico heard the scratching of shoes against the docks. He wasn't necessarily on watch as he had a man in the nest doing that at that very moment, but he certainly was watching the moon as clouds danced in front of it. He turned his head towards the sound and his proud chin rose in challenge. His blue eyes narrowed the figure that rose. A stowaway? As his eyes made out exactly what he was looking at he couldn't help but grin. He stood there on the desk before her with his hand on the grip of his sword. Well, well. What do we have here? A pretty little mouse scurrying about my ship. He was tall and lean with olive toned skin darkened from the years at sea. The silken shirt and pants he wore was considerably cleaner than the boots that he wore. If Charlotte thought back to the guests she might have recognized the clothes from a young noble lad who had been sailing along with her. His free hand extended to her and he beckoned her forward with a quick curl of his hand. Come now. Why don't you let me get a good look at you?