Ame Damnee The Terrestrial Bay

Maligaro Sol - Fortune Slave Brig

Maligaro was relatively busy after returning to the ship. Although no one had any serious injuries, he still had quite a bit of healing to be done. He avoided the use of medical supplies, and instead spent the afternoon with a bucket of water and sailors in his surgery. By later in the day, he had finally dealt with the majority of the injured crew, and decided to take a look at the girl brought aboard. The admiral would most likely pay more for his daughter returned in good condition.

Navigating his way down into the bowels of the ship, he passed quite a few sailors in various states of drunken celebration. Coins passed hand to hand in the exchange of loot from the mansion. Sailors gambled, sailors sang. Spirits were riding high, nearly oppressive in the confines of the ship. Maligaro continued his descent.

Finally, he stopped at the cell, to find their guest tied up in a fetid cell, lit by a single low burning candle in a corner of the ship. Maligaro sighed.
"The young lady is an important guest. She deserves to be treated better." He muttered as he searched through a rack of keys hanging nearby. Whoever was stationed guard must have left to partake in the festivities with the rest of the crew. It's not like the girl was going anywhere, anyhow.

The key clanked in the lock, and the cell door reluctantly croaked open. Maligaro stepped over the threshold, and knelt down to meet the girl. "At ease, young miss. I'm not here to do harm." He was vaguely aware of his still bloody cultist robes and how it might appear. He raised his palms slowly and held them up and open innocently. "I am Maligaro, the ship's surgeon. I hope you would let me untie you."
 
Mireia hadn't been expecting any sort of visitor after the sea of endless harassment. She felt her muscles tense when keys jangled behind her, but she did not turn to face the stranger. The person hesitated in opening the door and took a step forward. Mireia sighed at his greeting. "How lovely. I'm getting a visitor for the first time." Her voice was tired, but one could sense the sarcasm in her tone. The young woman managed to push herself up and turn to face the man, though the movement put some pressure on her ankle as well. She gritted her teeth at the pain and shook her head at his display of surrender. "Do what you will."

@SedentaryCobra
 
Maligaro Sol - Fortune Slave Brig

Maligaro moved to untie the ropes binding Mireia, ignoring the sarcasm. The girl had been harassed enough already. He was baffled momentarily by the complex knots that Alora had tied. He spoke tentatively as he worked at the bindings. "I can't say you're lucky. Luckier than those around you, perhaps. But that's little consolation. If you were lucky, you would still be sitting happily in your manor." He frowned as he tugged at a particularly difficult knot.

"The Captain is keeping you alive for two reasons. One is the map. He believes you can read it. The other is as a hostage. Your father would most likely pay handsomely for you. Perhaps he has ulterior motives, but whether either of these are true remains to be seen. If he finds out neither of these are true, he will probably have you thrown you overboard." Another knot came loose.

"But, you must realize, that he can't accompluish either of those goals unless you cooperate with him. That puts you with quite a bit of power. So when you next see the Captain and he asks why I offered to take you out of this disease ridden, rat infested brig, I hope you'll remind him." He said as the last knot came undone, the last of the ropes falling limply to the floor.

"You can stay here if you'd like, but I think you'd prefer the surgery. It's clean, at least, and there are some books to read. And some privacy from the rest of the crew." He stood, and walked to the cell door, holding it wide open in offer. "Your choice."

@Isla
 
She stared off into space as Maligaro undid the knots. She understood what he was saying, but her concentration was a little frazzled at the moment. Mireia didn't wish to cooperate if all she received was cruel treatment. At least, it seemed that one of the pirates was sane, though she was still skeptical about his underlying motivations. Suddenly, the corners of her lips tugged up in a brief smirk. Oh, I'll remind him alright. She removed the ropes from her lap, lower back aching as she twisted her body to do so. "As much as I'd love to leave this cell, I'm afraid I'll be held accountable for leaving." Her tone was calm and down to earth, hopefully masking the apprehension underneath. "I can't really walk either. My left ankle is tender to the touch."
 
Maligaro Sol - Fortune Slave Brig

Maligaro nodded lightly in response. "If that is your wish." He said. He undid the stopped on a waterskin at his hip, and slowly drew some of the water from it. He moved it to her swollen ankle, the cold water soaking through the stocking quickly. He began the process of mending the injury. It would take several days before it would be in fine condition again, but at least it would be fit to walk on.

"This should fix the latter of those problems, at any rate. But at least now you can stand to face the captain." He handed her the half full waterskin as well. "I don't know when the Captain will call for you, or someone will send some food. I'll need to ask the cabin boy, Remon, I think, to send you something to eat, and perhaps a book to read. Any particular subject you would prefer?"

@Isla
 
She was shocked at how willing he had been to help her, but said nothing as he patched up her ankle like the procedure was nothing brand new. She supposed it was to be expected though, for a surgeon at least. A light chuckle left her lips as she cautiously brought herself to stand up again. Her head felt light. She used the hull of the ship to help regain her balance again, but didn't put any pressure on her left foot for the time being.

Mireia gently took the waterskin and gulped down a large amount of water to satisfy her thirst. It was rather refreshing, to say the least. Her ears twitched, however, when she heard the name of the cabin boy: Remon. Could it be–? No. No, absolutely not. She immediately dismissed the crazy revelation she just had and quickly assumed she'd just been feeling out of it after experiencing more trauma than she cared to let on.

"Uh, plants and their medicinal purposes," she spit out in a frenzy, returning back to the current moment. "And music. I love music." She fought to calm the storm in her heart. Her breath was ragged as she spoke once more, just before she thought he would leave her side. "Thank you," she told him, "–for taking care of me, that is." She hoped her gratitude was sincere enough, at least for him.

@SedentaryCobra
 
Alora - Fortune Slave

“What in Hell’s name do you think you are doing?” Came the sharp words of the siren as she stood at the foot of the stares. Her glares was deadly as she took in the sight of the woman she had tied up at the orders of the captain being untied by the surgeon. This new blood made her want to slay him by his actions alone, “If it wasn’t for the fact that his ship needs your handy work, Doc I would throw you over with a sandbag for a pillow.”

She was dressed differently now. A simple sea green corset was laced up around her slender waist and held her small breasts pushed up together. The skirt was a long black one that had been chopped up to make it easier for her to move about. Her feet were bare her gloves still covered her hands. The feeling of something messing with her ropes had drawn her to check on the situation after all her skills would be questioned if the woman got loose on her own. To find someone was helping her made the woman’s blood boil. In a smooth movement she used her powers to demand the rope to tie the pair up. Surely the commotion alone would draw the attention of people from on deck.
 
Navyra Darling- Fortune Slave, Below Deck
Navi, even from her post, could hear something going on below deck, hearing what seemed to be the voices of the cute prisoner and two others. Though she couldn't make out words, she could tell something bad was going on. Bounding down her post, she ran towards below deck, seeing Alora, Maliguro and Mireia. "What is going on?" she asked, keeping her gaze on Mireia a little longer before she turned to Alora.
 
Tor'Mur - Fortune Slave - At the Helm
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Tor'Mur turned away from Gosberg and shot Zathrian an irritated look at his request. "What, I'm officially the babysitter now? If you ask me, a little ruffing her up would do her good. Nobles like her always try to weasle their way out of things with their fancy words." She wrinkled her nose. "We're better off not even giving her the chance. Saw the way some of the crew were looking at her; balk at the first sign of a pretty face." The First Mate rolled her eyes.
 
Captain Zathrian Ellwood - Fortune Slave

Z looked at Tor with an amused grin. "Have you forgotten how many fights I've saved your ass from using fancy words? Gotta place value in both brute strength and a silver tongue Tor. Besides, I have to babysit these jokers everyday, figured I'd spread the love around." He said with a cheeky grin on his face. Suddenly he heard what seemed to be a commotion downstairs, Navi apparently heard it as well, since he saw her leave the crow's nest and start heading below deck.

He pinched the bridge of his nose again. "Speaking of roughing her up, I'll be back. Gonna add some names to the list of people who need 'discipline' later." He said as he made his way below deck. As far as he could tell, the scene was a mess. Sol seemed to be attending to the girl, while Alora was shouting at him, the cabin boy was hiding in a corner, and Navi had just shown up. He slipped into his authoritative persona before addressing them all.

"Oy! I only remember giving one of you a job to do down here, and it seems that job is done. Navi, Alora, Cabin boy, back up to your posts NOW!" He ordered. He moved past them all and stood next to the surgeon and his guest. "Sol, I'm assuming you're down here to perform a medical examination on our guest? Anything I should know?" He asked the surgeon, his eyes growing softer as he looked to Mireia.
 
Maligaro Sol - Fortune Slave

"It is the duty that the gods have seen fit to give me." Maligaro replied. He tensed as he heard Alora's shriek from behind him. He silently restrained a groan. Her voice alone was already making his head ring. He slowly rubbed his temples as he let the ropes ensnare him feet first. He would prefer not to come to direct conflict with the rest of the crew.

He breathed a silent sigh of relief as the captain had arrived to sort out the spectacle. "A sprained ankle, which has already been attended to. Blood flow cut off from the ropes hasn't been long enough to cause any damage, and it should resume shortly. Nothing otherwise of note." He hesitated a moment, knowing he was treading on thin ice. "I would ask, though, Captain, that she be given food and drink, and better quarters. The rats of a ships hold carry disease from all corners of the world, and disease sets in with poor diet as well. I'm confident in my abilities, but I would prefer not to have to handle the young Miss' life."
 
Captain Zathrian Ellwood - Fortune Slave

He smiled a charming smile at Mireia. "I couldn't agree more, Sol. She's our guest, and as much as the crew don't like it, I want for her stay aboard the Fortune Slave to be as comfortable as possible." It almost sounded like rehearsed lines that Zathrian was speaking, yet he surprised himself, he actually meant those words, and he was sure the rest of the crew down here would notice as well. He moved his bangs out of his face before helping untie Sol and Mireia.

"Here, give me your hand." Z said to her after untying her. "I'll escort you to your proper quarters. My crew clearly didn't understand what my intentions were." The fire in her eyes, he was drawn to them like a moth. He couldn't have that fire extinguished.
 
Gosberg - Top Deck

After taking one of Tor's punches, Gosberg could feel his stomach literally turn, but he took the punch in stride. "Bah! Ok you made your point. Why are people so unfriendly of a sudden." He recomposes himself before going back to the railing to smoke the pain away. Hopfully Remon did whatever he need to do. Gosberg ain't suffering for any more of the boy's antics, unless he was paid of course.

Remon - Below Deck

Remon followed the captain's orders and goes back to the top deck. He couldn't believe what he saw though. He saw the woman pull out his handkerchief and as she held it in her hands he knew that this was indeed his lost love years ago. He follow the captain at a safe distance, pretending to merely clean the dirt people had tracked in. He had heard the captain was taking her to her quarters he Mireia's imprisonment continue. The gears in his head began to turn as he thinks of a way to at least get her off the ship and back to New Eden.
 
Mireia didn't look his way as he spoke with the surgeon, then began to untie them both. Her chin was held high, though she crumbled inside. She didn't reach out to take his hand. "I'm fine. I'll walk on my own," she responded curtly. "Thank you anyways." Her head spun with more questions as she limped over to where her heels were and took them into her left hand. Maligaro had identified the cabin boy as a man named Remon, or was it a boy? She struggled to understand, confusion and anger battling side by side in her heart. She took a fistful of her dress in her right hand and didn't say anything, simply wanting to leave for her new quarters as soon as possible, wherever that may be.
 
Navyra Darling-Fortune Slave
Navi could only watch as Captain and interacted with the surgeon and Mireia, keeping her gaze on the girl as her face warmed. She couldn't deny how beautiful Mireia was and seeing her up close only flamed her attraction more. She had to get to know this girl. As they were talking about going to the quarters, Navi immediately turned to head back above deck but not without a "Welcome aboard, Mireia!" before she left.

As soon as she headed back to the top deck, she immediately made note of Tor and ran to her with her arms wide. "Tor! Hug me!" she said as she neared the female.
 
Tor'Mur - Fortune Slave - At the Helm
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Tor sighed at the Captain's response. She disagreed whole-heartedly, but apparently he was set on doing things democratically. Still, she was going to keep a close eye on that girl. Zathrian may have thought he could charm her, but Tor'Mur was wary that the girl might try the same thing on him. She leaned against the wheel as he left, smirking as she heard him shouting at the trouble-makers. At least he hadn't gone completely soft.

Tor stood up straighter when Navi appeared above deck and seemed to zero in on the First Mate as her next target. "Tor!" she said. Agh, why does this always happen to me? "Hug me!" Navi continued in that annoyingly cheerful tone. Tor'Mur groaned as the drunken navigator started climbing the steps toward her. Before she could reach her, however, she pulled out her gun and aimed it at the other woman's head. "Take one more step, and I'll blow your head off," she growled.

The gun was empty from earlier, of course, but Navi didn't know that.
 
Alora - Fortune Slave

Alora shivered as she heard others come downstairs. She was about to tell the other what was going on when the captain yelled at them all to get back to their jobs. The siren’s mind seemed to freeze as she felt like ripping the pair before her apart. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears like a steady drum as she stared at the pair while the captain set about untying them.

“You are a fool,” Was all she said as she headed up the stairs. She needed to calm her heart and even more her mind from what just happened. The ship was well underway. After all her rigging was perfect. Standing there on the desk breathing in the salty air she found herself fighting to breath. It was as if her lungs had changed to gills demanding the more favorable ocean just a leap away.

In a matter of moments she was across the deck to the railings tugging at her clothes the entire way. Once she was naked she jumped overboard into the darkening waters. The transformation felt like a mother’s embrace as she found herself welcomed back into the place of her longing. A part of her never wanted to leave.
 
Captain Zathrian Ellwood - Fortune Slave

He chuckled a bit as Mireia began to grab her things and limp under her own power. "As you wish, I wont deny a lady the chance to show her fortitude." He was liking her more and more. He dismissed Sol and lead Mireia over to a secluded cabin that was further away from the rest of the crew, and also had a secret back passage that lead to his quarters. "This should keep you and the crew from butting heads for a little while, they'll need to get used to having you aboard.

The room was rather small, but it was as comfortable as the captain could make a living quarters be without making it look like he was escorting royalty. When it came to guests he wanted to treat right, he had this room reserved so that he could keep a close eye on them. "This door hear leads directly to my quarters, so if you have any questions or concerns don't feel afraid to come up and give a knock. I'll make sure to drop by and check on you as well, though never without knocking first."

His smile was still as charming as ever as he looked over her. "I'm guessing you must be hungry after the hectic nature of today. I'm having the cooks prepare a lovely dinner for my quarters tonight, and would be delighted for you to join me."
 
She cursed under her breath at his stupid charm as he lead her away to a more decent abode. Who on Earth did he think she was? Some damsel in distress? She grunted at the tenderness of her foot. She'd have to rest plenty, though she still wasn't exactly sure how to appreciate what these pirates were doing for her. It was rather strange; She was weary of the captain's charming act, but she felt she couldn't say no to him. After all, Maligaro had expressed that she needed to cooperate with him in order to be treated with respect and not be thrown overboard. "That's fine," she muttered to his request, limping over to the bed, placing her heels down on the floor, and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I think it'd be best for me to just rest now." There was a sour tone to her voice, an implication that she wanted him to leave as soon as possible and carry on with whatever else he had going on. There wasn't anything left for her to say. She'd address her issues with him at dinner time.
 
Captain Zathrian Ellwood - Fortune Slave

The sour tone in her voice soured his mood slightly in turn, he'd have to wait until tonight to fully address the issues that stood between them. As it was, things seemed to be rather tense. "Of course. I'll see you later tonight then." He said as he exited the room, shutting it behind him. He ran a hand through his long black locks as he made his way back above deck. The girl was truly fascinating, and the intellectual in him desperately wanted to know her better.

He remembered Alora's cold response to him earlier after he ordered them all back up top and decided to check in with her. When he emerged on the top deck, she wasn't at her rigging post, upon seeing her pile of clothes, he knew where else she would be. He watched the siren swimming in the water, sitting himself down by the railing, waiting patiently for her to come back up top.
 
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