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Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

Pint! Ruby was already lighting a match for another smoke, casually tossing the still flaming stick into the zee after she was done with it. She took a long drag from the cigarette and let the smoke drift out from her nose, making her look like some mystical creature from ages past What did they call it? A dragon? Salt knows I need it Out of all of them, she was the most religious. Strange for a girl that grew up on land. Maybe thats why she felt the need to ask the gods of the zee for their mercy Almost as if she was trespassing on their property. Meanwhile Czarina was leading the very proper looking blonde up to the ragtag group, holding the girl by her elbow and furiously whispering to Cynthia that she not embarrass the redhead in front of the crew. Captain! Captain This is my younger sister, Cynthia. Ruby gawked openly, looking back and forth between Czarina and Cynthia, trying to find the family resemblance. It was hard, but it was there. Their eyes were the same oval shape, their chins small and dainty, and the lines of their noses were sharp and perfectly angled. Cynthia was a wee bit taller than Czarina, even though both of them were wearing heels, but she was a willowy looking creature, one that Ruby knew had no business on the docks. Czarina was up to something. The hell Shut it! Czarina growled at the brunette and Ruby spat on the ground in disgust. The redhead turned back to Charles. As I was saying, this is my sister, Cynthia. Hello, Captain Thurston Cynthias hand shot out for a handshake. Her skin was nearly the color of ivory and she wore white lace gloves. It is a pleasure to meet you Czarina has spoken very highly of you. Yes, yes Czarina pushed her sister aside and got up close to the captain. Look We need a new cook and Cynthia Cynthia wants to go zailing. She wants to see what all the fuss is about. She drew in closer, so that her sister could not hear her. I think its just a fancy One trip, thats all Im asking for. Put her in the kitchens. She doesnt belong at zee but she wants to know what its like. Czarina regretted telling her sister all the stories she had of their adventures She had never even once considered that Cynthia might also have the zee fever of their supposed father. Now she leaned in even closer, so that her lips could brush against Charles ear. You dont even have to pay her And Ill give your cock a good suck if youll just let her on this one time.
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

Reasonable prices, cleanish glasses. Best of all, a well-cultivated distrust of busybodies and nosy-types. Speaking of which, bugger off. - Marcus Tin Man Caruthers, the year of Her Majesty 1885, on the subject of The Empty Cask harbor tavern Pints all 'round, then. No better way to shake off the clingy memories of the zee than with an irresponsible amount of drinking. A good mug of frothy beer chased away the dark as well as any light, far as the good captain was concerned. However, even as the officers of the Haypenny Whore marched towards their salvation-in-a-cup, something showed up to block their way. Rather, someone. Czarina led some blonde towards the crew, a woman who had absolutely no business whatsoever being near the zee from the looks of her. God help her, what was she even doing in the harbor? She looked like she might even have, just perhaps... an education. Cynthia, then. Marcus and Zed eyed her with open interest, the former smirking between her and Ruby while the latter let his eyes roam shamelessly over her form from behind the mask. Delicious little thing, wasn't she? Czarina's sister she might've been, but that didn't stop the demon from ogling. The captain, meanwhile, cast Czarina a hard look for the briefest moment, then put on a smile for the younger. Pleasure's all mine, lass. An' I'm sure yer sister exaggerated plenty on my behalf, bless 'er heart. A handshake, a shared glance, and a quick tug away. It seemed Czarina had plenty more to say. Her proposition was... interesting. Pretty lips on his member, and a potential cook. God knows we need someone to cook. 'Nother night with Marcus at the stove and I'll keel over. Hard eyes flitted back to Cynthia a moment, though the older sister was proving plenty able to keep his gaze. Hmph. Suck me or no, love, girl needs to know 'er way 'round a stove. I'll not have 'er poisonin' the lot of us on account of wantin' to get my member wet. 'Course... He cast an eye towards Marcus. The Chief Engineer had mentioned something called Stygian Surprise for dinner as soon as he got ahold of the proper supplies, and Charles feared it like the plague. Anythin' better than Tinny's cookin'.
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

He had his reservations. Czarina expected that. She agreed with him about Marcus cooking It wasnt pleasant. And normally anything would have been better - literally anything - but this is where Czarina had an ace up her sleeve more precisely, Cynthias ace. See, Charles Thats where youre gonna really love this idea. Cynthia graduated from the culinary program. Czarina wanted her sister to study in a field that would lead to a prosperous life, but Cynthia had always been a little more artsy than her older sister and she was a brilliant magician in the kitchen. Youll be doing me a favor, gettin your cock sucked, and youll be eating five star cuisine for a few days, what do you say? Behind them, Cynthia had noticed the other three officers in the crew openly staring at her. She offered them a shy smile and a little wave, her cheeks dusted pink. Ruby snorted and took a drag from her cigarette. Silly little girl she would get herself or one of them killed if the Captain was stupid enough to let her on. Hopefully he used his head, but since he was talking alone with the busty redhead, the gunner knew for sure that the Captain was only thinking with his cock.
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

Never turn down a willing lady's mouth, lads. Clear pipes makes a clear mind, and a clear mind makes safe zailing. Captain Charles Thurston, the year of Her Majesty 1887, on the subject of affection Marcus' cooking ranked among some of the foulest stuff he'd tasted outside of the Leadbelly, and that was a truly impressive feat. Even Zed, who'd once dined on a brisket sauteed in a slurry of human souls - savory, with just a hint of screams - had once confessed that Marcus' cooking made him feel lumpy and wrong. It was a testament to how bad it was that most of those aboard didn't fear getting back onto the zee because of the dark terrors that waited on it, but the simple fact that it would be a return to Marcus' culinary travesties. So, when Czarina mentioned her sister's rather prestigious training in fine cookery, his brow perked. Five stars, eh? On my vessel? He smirked at that. A poor sight she'll find it, I think. He glanced past Czarina at the younger woman, stifling a sigh. Pretty little thing didn't belong anywhere near the zee, much less on it. However... A turn 'round Palmerston and the Khanate. She'll whet her fancies, we'll all eat proper fer a change, an' us two'll have ourselves a party. Why you'd be so eager to subject a pretty lass like that to th' zee's terrors, I'll never know... but, we'll take 'er. Marcus smirked over at Ruby, as if the two shared a quiet joke. The joke being the girl, of course, who didn't look like she'd spent a day in discomfort. Just what was she doing here, anyhow? The captain and his first officer returned at last, making it clear. Welcome aboard, Cynthia. One round trip it is, dear. Good news for the lot of ya? She knows 'er way 'round a kitchen. But I thought- Marcus. Zed's hand laid gently on the steely shoulder, the beak of his mask turned towards the engineer. Nobody's said it, because we care. But your cooking is a crime against natural law. Oh... A slump, a sigh. Well, I liked it. A hopeful smile towards Cynthia then. Maybe you'll show me a thing or two, love?
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

Not even Czarina knew why she was eager to put her sister on the Haypenny The easiest explanation was that a short trip should take all the adventure and mystery out of the zee. Cynthia would realize just how dangerous the zee was and once they came back to London, the blonde would run from the docks and never even think about returning. Shed go back to the clean streets and large mansions, settle down with a doctor or a lawyer, and spend a happy life growing old and fat. That was why Czarina sacrificed so much She just needed to knock sense into Cynthias head. Said blonde just beamed, though, when Charles announced that he would take her on for one trip as a cook. Oh thank you! You wont regret it! She grasped his hand and gave it a firm shake. Ruby, meanwhile, stood there slackjawed. As happy as she was that Marcus would no longer be on the stove, were they serious about bringing on the frilly blonde? Czarina shot her a glare before she could say anything and Ruby knew that the first officer had made a special deal with Charles on her sisters behalf. Cynthia, however, was still beaming. She turned to Marcus and gave him a sympathetic smile. Of course Ill teach you. Were going to be shipmates! It was all Czarina and Ruby could do to keep from gagging.
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

The zee makes a tough life. A good life, though. A well-lived life. Which is good! I mean, statistically, you're not in for a long life out there. Best it be short and interesting, right? - Mr. Zed, the year of Her Majesty 1887, on life at zee Captain Thurston could have had all the years of his life and then some to ponder the reasons for Czarina's insistence on this, and he'd not figure out just why on earth she'd subject someone she clearly cared about to the terrors of the zee. Hope you bloody well know what you're doin', he thought bitterly, 'Cause I certainly don't. A handshake later, and the blonde's fate was sealed. Welcome aboard, dear. Here's hopin' we don't make you regret it. In all likelihood, she'd regret it quite thoroughly. He cast a look towards the others, one that didn't brook argument. It was time they had someone who knew a thing or two about cooking in this operation. If yer on the crew, then yer drinkin' with us tonight. Cap'n's orders. Enough dawdlin'... let's get to our pints. Onto the Empty Cask with them, then. The quintessential harborside retreat, where laughter was boisterous, drinks flowed, and secrets were swapped in whispers. Zailors of all stripes filled the smoky space, ranging from fresh-faced youths who didn't yet know better to grizzled, hollow-eyed veterans hoping to drink away the memories that kept them cold at night. Echoes were plunked down on a shared table, drinks ordered all 'round. A mug of sour ale for the captain, a dark stout for the tin man, and a rummy drink that smelled as though it could be used for engine fuel for the good doctor. To shore, said the captain, raising his mug. May it always be in sight. Murmured agreements, quaffs. Warmth, good company, gentle lights. They'd made it.
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

The Empty Cask Czarina led the women inside behind the men, swatting wandering hands away from her naive sisters backside. Cynthia sat down at the table in a flurry of skirts and sweet smelling perfume, and more than a few eyes in the tavern were locked onto her while the other patrons tried to figure out why she was there. Ruby put both Marcus and Zed between her and the blonde, a permanent sneer on her lip. Czarina might have been able to convince the captain to allow her sister on board, but Ruby knew better Cynthia belonged in London amongst soft lights and soft voices, not on the dark and terrible zee. To shore, Czarina raised her amber beer before taking a swallow. Ruby sat quietly with her ale and young Cynthia had, surprisingly, what could only be the one wine glass in the entire joint filled with a beautiful fifteen year old white. She sipped the almost clear liquid through her red painted lips, still exuding prim and properness even in a zailors old haunt. So Captn, when we gettin paid? The gunner leaned over the table, her cigarette hanging from her lips. Im down to my last smoke.
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

Coin's the lifeblood of any zailor. Really, the resemblance is uncanny. Run out of either, and you'll not be making it home in one piece. - Mr. Zed, the year of Her Majesty 1888, on the subject of capitalism Marcus settled in at Ruby's side, while Zed found himself beside Cynthia. The demon doctor reluctantly plucked the mask off of his face, setting the horrific bird-esque thing down on the table. No sense drinking with it on. Immediately he made a face, scowling down at his liquor for a moment before letting it pass. The cost of drinking would be the stench of London, then. With his pale flesh, orange eyes lit with an inner orange blaze and a sinfully handsome face, Zed cut a fine figure when he wasn't hiding it all away. With the toast out of the way, he was free to enjoy the drink. A drink, and a peek down the naive young woman's blouse. Lovely. Once Ruby started in on the subject of payment, Marcus snickered. Aye, cap, he agreed, leaning in with her. Without a word, he plucked the cigarette from Ruby's mouth and took a short drag on it. And I've been out for three bleedin' weeks. A gout of smoke was unleashed into the air overhead, the engineer relishing the cancerous burn before offering it back to its proper owner. Lord knows I love the Haypenny more 'n I oughtta, but I do love my coin, too. Charles held out a hand, silencing the discussion as he downed a mouthful of ale. Wot, you don't think yer gettin' paid? Come off it. From his coat was fetched a long-stemmed pipe and a small leather sack. The bowl was filled, the herb was ground up, and a candle was snatched from the table to give it a light. Thirty echoes outta my own pocket fer each of ya. And a percentage of what we make on th' linens an' wine on top o' that. More 'n enough to whet yer vices.
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

Rubys brow furrowed as Marcus took her cigarette, but those luscious lips of hers curled into a sly smile while she watched him take a deep drag from the poisonous stick. He gave it back after that one puff, and Rubys tongue curled around the filter, tasting the briefest hint of the tin man on her taste buds. He was a combination of zee water and sulfur, and Marcus reminded her of the Iron Republic Or maybe Mount Palmerson. She barely registered that Charles was answering her question about their pay over the intense stare she gave the engineer. Czarina was also staring. At Zed. She shot him a nasty look when she caught him ogling at her sisters bosom, but she wouldnt risk letting Cynthia catch on and resigned herself to simply glare at him and plot his demise. The devil could always slip and fall overboard It happened all the time. Then Charles caught her attention. Only thirty? She pressed her lips into a thin line, taking another swallow from her drink. Even with the added sales percentage, thats still pretty damn weak Charles. Little blonde Cynthia was currently looking at all her new shipmates, completely unconcerned with the conversation and oblivious to the fact that the good doctor was leering at her chest like a man out at zee leered at the sight of land and the promise of shore leave. They were a fine looking crew And she couldnt believe that she got to count herself among their ranks.
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

Last man what called me a cheat was left to do the budget on his own for the next trip. Went bloody mad, he did. Granted, that could've been something else. Lots of ways to lose yourself on the zee. - Captain Charles Thurston, the year of Her Majesty 1886, on the subject of honesty With a wink and a grin, Ruby's cigarette was returned safe and sound. A nip of tobacco was the second sweetest thing he'd tasted on it The first was her lips. Just a hint of spice and liquor, zee salt and gunpowder. While her attentions turned on him, the Tin Man gave her a lurid wiggle of his brow. It was far from the first time he'd propositioned her, nor would it be the last. While the captain spoke of wages and a little bonus on top, his eyes were only for the gunner. Well, eye and lens... Mr. Caruthers was a strange sort indeed. Zed's ogling went undisturbed, and after a good look at what the blonde had on offer - there was indeed a great deal to enjoy - he returned to his damn near flammable drink. Might be that she was on her way to being propositioned by the devil. He did so love a little naivety. His attention turned back to the captain and his first officer, discussing a rather thorny subject indeed Wages. Charles' face hardened that little extra bit, a grim look that suited the streaks of gray in his short beard. Hmph. If I didn't know better, I'd say yer callin' me a cheat, dearie. An irritated click of teeth on the stem of his pipe was the only break in the sudden silence, a few rings of smoke chuffing up into the air overhead. Thirty fer officers, fifteen fer crew. That's a bump fer ev'ryone, on account o' our clay boys. Two an' a half percent on sales fer officers, one fer crew. Extra fer everyone, again, on account o' clay boys. Now, I'm seein' about five hundred an' twenty come in, once all our buyers come 'round... roundin' up, I'm handin' over three hundred an' sixty two echoes to th' crew. After that, then came the list. A list in which every point was marked with a chop of his hand. We got supplies, fuel - thank Christ fer Palmerston, so's we can get in on th' cheap - repairs, tonight's goddamn drinkin' budget that I'm payin' for, thank you very much. Nevermind that I'm gonna hafta pay yer sister fer cookin' next time 'round. Stop me when you get the picture here, luv. A long drink of ale was what finally stopped him. Ain't all doom and gloom, o' course... Admiralty's likely to help out, once I take up our reports. Now, if ya'd like to help me balance th' damned budget next time, might be you'll think twice 'fore callin' me a cheat. Dead. Silence.
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

Ruby saw her night improving dramatically. Marcus was a handsome fellow, even if he was half tin man. He wasnt metal where it counted. Very much still flesh and blood. They had a few trysts before, mostly on shore though there was the time they did it right beside the boiler inside the engine room. She still had a little scar on her hip from where shed bumped against the hot steel and burned the shit out of herself. No regrets though. But the ride up came to a screeching halt when the captain began to rip into Czarina. Captain was right It wasnt all doom and gloom. The redhead looked like she was red hot. She didnt say a word. The entire time he made his argument, his calculations and his lists She took it. Lips pressed together in a thin line, the redhead resembled a bomb that was about to explode. A bomb with a long enough fuse to let Charles finish up and the deadly silence consume the table before she suddenly stood up. The legs of the chair scraped against the floor before it clattered to the ground. Now half the bar was looking at their table. Czarina scowled. Keep it. Consider it my early termination fee. The cigarette fell out of Rubys mouth. Cynthia glanced around the table, a chill rolling up her spine. She had never seen Czarina so angry. The redhead leaned down really low, her bosom nearly falling out of the corset she wore, her lips pressed against Charles ear. I never called you a cheat But fuck you for saying I would. Czarina turned on her heel and started to march out of the bar, pushing past anyone stupid enough to be in her way. Cynthias mouth hung open until her sisters voice shot through the bar once more. Cynthia! Come on The blonde slowly stood up, looking back at the crew. I Im sorry It was lovely meeting you all. The younger sister scurried after the elder, and both stepped out of the bar without another word. Cynthia watched as Czarina undid her hair, the coppery locks tumbling down her shoulders. Then she saw her sister raise a hand to her face and Cynthia swore she saw Czarina wipe away a tear. Czar- Shut it. Czarina took off down the street, heading deeper into London, and it was all Cynthia could do to keep up in her skirts and heels.
Thread: A Zailor's Life (Sunless Sea, Red/Tune)

I've seen things. Things that'd turn your blood to ice. Things that'd rob you of your mind, of your very soul, things that even if you did survive and escape, you'd rue every day of the rest of your life. Things that simply should not be. Now, let me tell you... of all those things? Every one of them? The most terrifying of all has to be Czarina when she's upset. - Marcus Tin Man Caruthers, the year of Her Majesty 1887, on the horrors of the zee If there was one thing Charles hated, it was being questioned on his payments. He prided himself on working long and hard to provide as much as he could to his crew. They were his most valuable assets. Without them, the Haypenny didn't sail, and if the Haypenny didn't sail, then he was finished. Ruined. So, when proposing what he thought was a fine sum, only to have it thrown back in his face, he'd thrown right back. The ball was hers now, and she chose to pack it up and go home with it. It was no easy thing to balance the ship's budget on his own, and he'd spat just a slice of that information in her face. Their line of work necessitated a certain amount of shadow budget, a deep well of funds that could be dipped into to secure passage, to pay off guards, to ward off suspicions, to do... any number of things. Every man and woman aboard knew damned well that their business was half-legitimate at best. Yet, even with all of the financial obligations hanging over his head, he managed. Voyage after voyage, he managed. Until now, apparently. Up she went, with Cynthia in her wake. Christ in the clouds and Salt in the sea, the woman had lost her patience. She left the table silent - though Zed got a peek of the redhead's scandalous amount of cleavage - and for a moment, it was all the captain could do to lift his mug and drink... and drink he did. With the ale drained, he slammed the empty pint on the table. Ahh... damn her. Damn her right to Hell. With little more than a flash of his coat, a satchel was dropped on the table. Echoes. Keep drinkin'. I'm gonna talk to 'er. Gods damn her, she knows how much I need 'er. Makin' a bloody scene, goin' off... Captain Thurston's voice trailed off as he delved into grumbling, stalking out onto the streets. At least he knew where his first officer lived. That'd make this easier. Meanwhile, while Marcus ordered himself a second cup of mead and patted Ruby's thigh beneath the table, Zed breathed a long, troubled sigh. And off they go. I believe... I've just been cock blocked. The demon drummed his fingers in irritation on the table, knocking back another mouthful of foul liquor. Plenty of fish in the zee, aye, but I rather fancied our short-lived cookwench... foolish as she might've been. Aw, now. Cap'n'll have 'er back, mate. Don't you worry 'bout all that. 'Course, he might not come back 'imself, knowing Czarry... Only then did he notice the dropped cigarette that was making a wee black mark on the table. Plucking it up and placing it 'tween his lips, he smiled cheerily. Mm, now. Waste not want not, luv. Finders keepers, 'n' all that...