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Post by barbossa7and7crew on Jun 14, 2011 20:19:51 GMT -7
((OOC- You have no Idea how much that made my day!!!))
Narrowing his bright blue eyes on the horizon, he gently turned the helm just slightly, knowing that even the smallest tick of a degree would give any ship a new course. The sun was settin fast behin him, and the cooler night wind was already creeping up his back. His faded green bandana whiped around his head, tangled with his mesh of blond. It felt much better than a wig, which he had to wear whenever he was in the presence of that bulging king everyone seemed to wait on in London. Barbossa had hated the man and the way he ran the country... from behind a roasted big and pot of steaming stew.
Having to watch that man eat so many times only made Barbossa Loathe him even more. Personally, Barbossa rarely ate much. If there was food avaliable, he would eat it so it wouldn't go to waste. Except, when he had become captain of his own ship, he ruled overthem ruthlessly, taking out his hatred for king George on them... But did that matter? Of course not, Barbossa knew, Because they weren't serving him by means, just that fat King.
But on an actual pirate ship, everything was different. His crew served him and directly him. And in Return, Barbossa would put his life on the line to save theirs. He had a feeling that Blackbeard had run the ship much like the Fat King George. The People kept feeding him heir souls and hard work, and all he did was eat it up with such Greed.
It truly sickened Barbossa.
"You, Scamp, take the helm for the night, and dare naught leave yer post until I say..." Drawling out a few key syllables, Barbossa turned and walked down the stairs to inspect the work his men had done. He was surprised, but proud, to see that it all looked to be spot on. Indeed, he had found himself the best ship, and with it, the best crew.
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Post by Kasu on Jun 14, 2011 20:38:21 GMT -7
She hurried down the hall to the gallery and saw that it was empty.
Thank god, I don't have to usher out any filthy pirates who be stealing the good food.
She dunk her hands in a barrel of water and dried them off on a rag. Looking about her, she saw little to work with. She sighed in exasperation. Next port, I'm gathering more food than this.
Her eyes scanned the kitchen until she saw a barrel in the corner. Leaning over it, she peered inside to see its contents.
Apples.
Picking one out, she examined its skin. It was smooth and green. Applying a bit of pressure, she could tell it was still crisp on the inside. She couldn't let these go to waste.
After fixing up a plate of salted cod fish, she began work on the real highlight of the dinner. Salted fish got so tiring after having it meal after meal. She knew that she herself would find the apples...refreshing.
Picking out a clean knife, she sliced them up, and placed them all neatly on a fine china plate. (The ones she kept hidden away from the careless pirates. They always became so reckless when rum was intoxicating their thoughts and actions.) The plate was white and the rim was decorated with little rose carvings. She smiled at the plate while she added walnuts to the apples. Then an idea hit her.
After a few minutes of rummaging through the cabinets, she came across the very thing she needed. A small cup of sugar. After sprinkling it over the apples, she picked up a match and struck it against the wooden table. Carefully, she burned the sugar and the apples lightly. The sugar caramelized over the slices and smelled delicious.
She paused.
Why am I preparing such a fancy dessert for a captain I hardly know? Oh, he's going to think you're sucking up to him. But maybe he'll like it... Her eyes widened. Or what if he hates apples!? Oh dear...I hope not.
She scooped the two plates up in her hands and made way for the dining hall. She peeked in to see if the captain was there.
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Post by barbossa7and7crew on Jun 14, 2011 20:53:30 GMT -7
Barbossa Sat at the far end of the table, several sheets of paper laid out before him, and his weight resting on a proped up elbow. A half eaten green apple was found in his gloved left hand, yet he stil heard the sound of the door opening over his crunching. Looking up, his eyes zeroed in on the lad who had asked him who he was earlier that day. Nodding, he gestured for the boy to come into the room with a free hand. "Come in, lad. There be nothin' harmless 'bout me but the fleas. "
He grinned at the boy, showing that he was in a pleasant mood, and didn't mind showing it when he was alone with someone. And beisdes, he was certain the boy would be too scared to run off telling the crew that Barbossa was a kind man. With death no longer breathing its cold breath down his neck, Barbossa was much less irritable.
"What is it ye want, lad? Don't be shy, here of all places, we all share the same things." He meant their sexes, meaning that there was no reason for the boy to act so timid around a ship full of nothing but obnoxious and adventure seeking men.
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Post by Kasu on Jun 14, 2011 21:10:47 GMT -7
The first thing that caught her eye upon entering was the half eaten green apple in his hand. This put her worries at rest. The next thing she saw was his weathered face in the dim light casted by the candles. She could tell he's had quite a rough and adventurous life. So many questions rose in her to ask- Where did you get that scar? What about that one? How many ships have you commandeered? What places have you been to? What were they like?
His voice rang out across the table, silencing her thoughts.
Nodding once, she walked in and approached him. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest and it felt like it took forever for her to reach his end of the table. She looked down and saw the many papers spread out before him. Feeling as if it was rude to look at the papers, she dropped her gaze to the contents in her hands. She placed the plates down on the table, careful to avoid the papers.
"I brought food..." She mumbled. "I thought ye might be hungry."
Though she felt she not ought to, she dared to look up from the plates. She watched him from under her hat.
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Post by barbossa7and7crew on Jun 15, 2011 6:03:50 GMT -7
His eye watched the boy brom beneath his beaten hat, searching them for something. The boy was hiding something, and appeared to be over cautious when he spoke such simple sentences. Barbossa decided it was time for him to put his best offense in the field; his manipulation via speech. As the plate was set before him, Barbossa placed his half eaten apple on top of his charts and took a sliver of a caramelized apple and ate it whole. It was a bit too sweet for his liking, but good none-the-less, so he picked up a second sliver and ate it.
After swallowing the second one, he looked up at the boy again to meet his gaze. "Tell me lad, where do ye come from? Famly origins and what naught. How old are ye?"
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Post by Kasu on Jun 15, 2011 13:55:45 GMT -7
Kink was so caught up in watching him eat the apples, she jumped slightly when spoken to.
"F-family origins?" She cleared her throat. "England...my family comes from England...I was forced on to this ship about 3 months ago." Trying to regain composure, she looked away from the captain and concentrated on the table itself. She analyzed all of the knicks and swirls in the wood. It was clearly a very gorgeous table and was artfully crafted. In the back of her head, she noted that it must have come from England. "Though I may not look it, I am 23...cap'n." She glanced at him.
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Post by barbossa7and7crew on Jun 15, 2011 17:25:31 GMT -7
As he watched the boy look at the table, a new suspicion dawned in his mind. He was a well educated man, and could pick up hints. The boys voice had slipped in and out of pitches... and each time he had spoken, the lads voice had been somewhat forced. Barbossa had heard several instances where a voice was so fake.
Tilting his head the other way to put his hat between him and the 'boy', Barbossa poked at the fish. "Have you eaten, Lad? Ye seem a bit thin."
Barbossa had also noticed the slight curves the boy had. True, he had learned that men could hold them aswell... but the only man he knew to have such a physique was Jack Sparrow.
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Post by Kasu on Jun 15, 2011 17:32:06 GMT -7
She looked down at her body, self consciously.
"Er...no, I haven't, sir." She muttered. "But I can find something later." She finished quickly. She looked at the feather in his hat, wondering what bird it might have belonged to.
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Post by barbossa7and7crew on Jun 15, 2011 17:40:13 GMT -7
He smiled and gently shoved the plate closer to the cook, offering his fork and knife as well. When he looked up, he took notice of the way the cook had looked at his hat, and he smiled even wider. "I got this hat years ago. Before I even turned to Piracy. But the feathers had been collected from my Pirates to show the captains I had defeated."
He scowled slightly, as he remembered the tallest feather he had was cut down by Jack Sparrow years ago. How was that for symbolism? Barbossa internally rolled his eyes, but looked back to his guest.
"Sit down and eat, lad." He ordered, with a bit more force.
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Post by Kasu on Jun 15, 2011 17:45:19 GMT -7
She started to protest but immediately took a seat when he told her to sit down and eat. Still, she mumbled.
"But sir...this is yer dinner. I can't take food from ye." Staring at the fish in front of her, she wondered why the captain was in good spirits and was telling her about his hat. Not to say she wasn't pleased...she was a curious girl. Having her curiosity satisfied felt nice...but then she craved for more answers.
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Post by barbossa7and7crew on Jun 15, 2011 17:53:06 GMT -7
"I be a healthy enough and a man who can do without food for weeks. As I said, you look thin..." He ushered the plate forward and kicked the chair closest to him out with his good leg. "Now... Dig in."
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Post by Kasu on Jun 15, 2011 17:57:13 GMT -7
She sits quickly and grabs the fork. After a few moments of staring at the fish, she glances at him, and then back at the fish before cutting it and shoving it into her mouth...like a boy. Her stomach growled slightly from the impact of the fish in her stomach, begging for more. So she ate more, silently.
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Post by barbossa7and7crew on Jun 15, 2011 18:04:50 GMT -7
Trying to remain inconspicuous as possibly, Barbossa kept eating his apples, and eyeing the Prey. The way he ate showed little to no signs of feminiscity, but he had been aboard the ship for three months, gaining much practice time... And beside that, the boy could have been pretending from an early age. With the boy distracted by Eating, Barbossa hoped that the guard had been let down a smidge, allowing him to ease into the crack.
"It must be hard for people like yerself to get aboard a ship, aye?" He examined his blackned nails as he spoke, his voice even and non-chalant in every manner.
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Post by Kasu on Jun 15, 2011 18:14:54 GMT -7
"T'wasn't so hard..." She muttered in between chewing. Casual conversation with the captain? She couldn't argue. She hadn't spoken to anyone in such a long time...
She bit her tongue and cursed herself in her mind. There was a reason why she didn't speak to anyone on board.
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Post by barbossa7and7crew on Jun 15, 2011 18:34:50 GMT -7
Barbossa nodded. "And it must be hard to keep such long hair tucked away under a hat, as well...?"
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