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« on: September 15, 2013, 01:55:30 am »
“What the hell is a ‘Marcion’?”
“He was the first heretic.”
“Ain’t ships female?”
“Marcia, then.”
“Better.”

‘Still Marcion to me.’
The woman thought as she walked into the town some fifty miles from her ship, her fleet. It still astounded her how she had managed to get a fleet of seventy-some ships under her command, starting with the flagship, Marcia. She had been a woman of noble upbringing, well-educated, and with plans to be engaged to some Spanish lord. Then, all hell broke lose. ‘Or Heaven.’ Depending on the perspective.

The Church, under Pope Innocent V, claimed the Holy Land. There, something curious happened, miraculous to some. Soldiers were granted ‘holy’ powers. Taking this as a sign, the Catholic Church moved aggressively forward, declaring the end was nigh—it had to save as many as it could.

Somehow, that seemed to mean a lot of murder. The woman, then known as Aida Parades, could not stand idly by and accept it. Her parents did, good Catholics that they were. She left before she could be turned in or disowned, took on a new name to protect them.
‘Honor thy parents.’ She might not be honoring them, but she loved them.

No, the woman with the auburn locks wasn’t even sure if the Christian faith in any form was the proper one. Her teachings had changed, not that she had much time to teach outside of her 'crew'. In four years she had encountered plenty of religious heretics, variant Christianities and Muslims, Jews, Hindus, and so many others. They all came to her, if they could, and she taught them to sail. She taught them to fight.


“I never had to use a sword before. Or a gun.”
“Get used to it, princess.”
“I don’t like it.”

No sword was visible under the cloak she wore as she walked into the small town. Her gun was at her hip, though, hidden under the cloak. Green and yellow cloth danced around booted feet as she moved by the houses. People were coming in for dinner. One tavern remained noisy, and that was her destination. Now and then, it was necessary for the woman dubbed Heresiarch to come ashore for goods. She preferred to trade with the colonies, for the security was less, but time became an issue. They were closer to Spain.

She’d sent ahead to contact one of her traders, Malachi, to receive goods. Here, she would meet him and pay for the goods. He would have them delivered to the cove, where her flagship and a few others waited to receive them.

Upon entering the tavern, her hazel eyes skimmed it.
‘Not here yet.’ And so she walked to the bar and took a seat upon a stool. When the bartender’s eyes met her own, she demanded, “Rum, and a cup of cider.” She couldn’t sip on rum all night, tempting though it was. Maggie, as she was now commonly called, knew where she was. Dropping her guard would not benefit her.

The bartender gave her a queer look. She certainly did not blend in, feathered hat and order of rum, but coin was coin. He set the drinks before her, and she set the coin before him. He pocketed it and asked no questions. She shot the rum back and then brought the cider close to nurse it. Malachi had until the cider was gone to show up.
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« Reply #1 on: September 15, 2013, 08:21:27 am »
The sea air was fresh, crisp with a tang of salt that left the throat dry and the eyes to water. Out on deck, Naval Captain Raleigh Castell surveyed the sight head, the port becoming a clearer sight ahead of them as they approached. To the left of him, their young priest, Father Ezekiel, was retching, his dark hair slicked back from sea water. It was hard to believe the priest was worth much of anything as he was now, a man without his sea legs, throwing his insides pathetically into the ocean. However, he'd seen the man deal with the heretics of the colonies and their attack on the church. It was staggering the strange powers Ezekiel had at his disposal, his own speed a bit too inhuman, Raleigh had even seen the man dodge a bullet. It was astounding, this power of God.

"You all right there, Father?" Castell tried to subdue a chuckle, watching the priest turn around, wiping his chin with his sleeve.

"Ah, somewhat. We're almost to port, aren't we?" The priest's face was a pale shade of green, his green dark eyes looking so much darker against the stark pallor.

Above them seagulls squawked, another sign of the land ahead of them.

"That'd be correct, priest. You can do your best to gather your insides there." The captain smirked then, amused.

The priest's face flushed, an odd shade of pink mingling with green.

It was another stop on the journey to purify the world for God, or at least, that's what Castell had been told, his own thoughts mattering not. Spain was God's country, the church said, its mighty king and queen agreeing. They'd sent out hundreds upon hundreds of ships to solidify that claim, the captain's fleet being only one of them.

It seemed like a massacre more than purification. His sword had dulled from all the blood, his expert hands had fired more bullets than he could ever dream to count. However, his own killings paled in comparison to the sheer number the father had amassed. The priest had no mercy on heretics and anyone who doubted the word of God. He was terrifying, in all honesty, a foe Castell would prefer to never have.

At port, they would restock and Castell would search out a new sword. The father planned to have a sermon at the church in town that following morning, apparently the father of the church there was a good friend of his. Castell was simply thankful for the break from the constant conflict that had become his everyday. His own love for his country seemed to be thinning as the blood continued to spill.

But, to betray Spain, the captain could never do.

The priest wasn't steady again till they were on solid ground, the color returning to his face as he walked down the cobbled streets, the smell of the ocean faint behind them. Castell accompanied the priest to the church, attracting a bit of attention by the garb of his naval uniform. The idea of being some sort of guard for the father seemed idiotic, especially when the priest could defend himself so well, but it had been an order.

It wasn't till the priest was determined safe and settled at the church did Castell begin his shopping for a new blade, leaving his uniform at the church for something far more casual and less attention grabbing. His blonde hair was exposed from the lack of the standard hat required with the uniform, while his blue eyes seemed brighter with the dark navy of his coat, lacking any sort of identification towards his position.

At the town's local blacksmith, he found an impressive enough blade, the metal glittering under the sunlight. It had cost him a bit of coin, but the blacksmith swore it wouldn't dull anytime soon, which was promising. With things continuing as they were, he'd need such a blade. Heaven's war was quite ugly indeed.

Tired, Raleigh ventured into the local tavern, deciding a break from the sun was much needed, that and he'd heard a few of his men had decided to populate the place. It was best to keep an eye on them lest they try something foolish.


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« Reply #2 on: September 15, 2013, 03:53:26 pm »
Malachi Abramson eventually made his way to the tavern, though he had considered abandoning the mission when he heard who was coming to port. ‘Father Ezekiel and Raleigh Castell.’ His business was considered legitimate, he feigned being Catholic well, but if it was ever discovered he was trading to Maggie Pontus, he’d be killed. It was the most he could do. His family depended on him too much for him to go public with his defiance.

He still taught his children not to accept this Christ, though. He was not the promised one. Their promised one would come.
‘Be nice if he showed up now.’

Maggie was in the tavern, one leg crossed over the other, eyes observing a group with annoyance. Their eyes met, and she straightened her back as he came over. Black hair was brushed out of his face before he waved to the bartender,
“Cider,” he called for it as well and had it delivered. Maggie added it to her own bill. She always did.

“I’m glad you made it,” she said. “Seems things are getting interesting,” the sailors had been speaking of their venture at sea. A few liked to mock a ‘Father Ezekiel’ for his weak stomach. The name was not unfamiliar to Maggie, and it was one of the reasons she took to the sea. She had her advantages out there; wind and water bowed to her fleet. Of course, these were not miracles. Maggie dealt with demons. ‘If only.’ She wouldn’t be above that any longer.

“I’m not sure I can move the shipment, Maggie,”
he answered. “I do not know the schedules of Father Ezekiel nor Raleigh.”

A light lit behind her eyes,
‘Ah, that is who you belong to.’ And the group was enjoying the pouring liquor. So far, not a coin had flashed. “Take a long route, through, ah…Barbate.” She was pretty sure that was the name of the city. She didn’t go so far inland any longer.

Malachi sighed. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to get out of this, not easily. Maggie didn’t come here because she had a choice.
“All right,” he needed the money as it was, and Maggie was always good for it. Indeed, she passed the pouch to him once he agreed. The shimmer of gold and the weight was enough. He and his family would be fine for quite a while with this. ‘Pirate doesn’t seem like such a bad life.’ Of course it was a horrible life. People died, and he would never want to have that haunted look that Maggie had, the look that reminded him she could kill, and she would kill.

They sat together for a little while longer, spoke of idle things, friends catching up, now that business was done and unnoticed with the distraction the sailors were proving to be.

It was actually starting to get out of hand as the bartender finally roared,
“YOU AIN’T GETTING’ ANY MORE DRINKS TILL I SEE SOME COIN!”

“That’s my cue,” Malachi slid off his stool, though plenty of others seemed uncomfortable. The usual working man who came for a break after a long day had drawn inward. A few sent threatening glares to the sailors for disturbing their evening, and now harassing their bartender. Someone muttered about repression.

One of the sailors, who had clearly had a bit too much already, answered,
“We’re part of His Majesty’s Navy,” he told the bartender, “You can’t charge us. We keep you in business. We protect you.”

Her cup was empty. Maggie knew she shouldn’t stay any longer, but the situation interested her. So, she whistled. Eyes moved to her, and she held up a gold coin. She hadn’t given her friend everything she had, and she knew this might escalate to violence. The bartender looked like he was going to try and hold his ground—admirable, but stupid.

Malachi didn’t look back at the familiar whistle. He reached the door at the same time as a blond man,
“Excuse me,” and he moved by him to escape the tense tavern.

“I’ll go ahead and cover’em,” she set the coin down, “If you get me another rum.” She pushed her cider cup aside, and the bartender escaped from where the sailors were. “Honestly, boys,” she smirked, “You’re lucky I was here.”

One laughed without mirth.
"We can handle ourselves, miss."

"Thank you,"
another added to avoid his companion's lack of manners becoming an issue. The smirk became a smile.

They were lucky she didn’t feel like shooting them all. At least, presently. Drinks might make such a venture feasible.
‘No Trojan Horse.’ Maybe next time.

A shot of rum was placed before her.
“Bit more than that, for their present orders,” one more escudo probably would have covered it, but Maggie set two gold escudos besides the first. The coins were swept away. 

She moved the rest of the coins she had into her hand, doing a quick tally of how much she could afford to humor the sailors.
‘Shoulda brought more.’ Not that eleven escudos were chump change.
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« Reply #3 on: September 15, 2013, 08:56:31 pm »
The naval captain came inside the tavern to a woman offering to pay for drinks, the coin glittering in her hand. Not thinking much of it, the Spaniard took a seat at the bar, only deciding to pay it any mind when the bartender wasn't facing his way, seeming to be distracted by the woman and her money.

It was then that he realized what was going on, part of his crew being the ones the bartender and that woman laid eyes on. Raleigh was about to speak, about to protest, when he realized the deed had already been done when one of his men spoke, "We can handle ourselves, miss." Apparently not, Castell thought, having a woman pay for his crew's drinks was disgraceful enough, but for the other man to disregard such kindness was extremely ill mannered. Then again, these were sailors, one couldn't expect much from them.

However, one of them still uttered their thanks, at least one had some sense of manner about him, even if it wasn't much.

And with that, it seemed his men hadn't caused that much trouble, which was a relief. They'd been kicked out of taverns before, being a bit too rowdy, a bit too stuck on the high horse that had been their position for the past year. The church had called them the army of God, the prelude to the angels that would roam the Earth once more.

Raleigh thought the idea of little ridiculous, but many believed in it, including the sea legs lacking father, that man seemed to believe in it the most. His crewmen, however, seemed to find it a good concept to boast upon and apparently to excuse themselves from payment.

They were fortunate the woman had saved them, had the captain caught their ill behavior before hand, there would have been repercussions.

As it was, the bartender, now satisfied with payment, finally approached Castell and the blonde man asked for a glass of ale, eyes still weary of his men in the back. From the looks of them, they hadn't realized their captain was present, and Raleigh would have preferred to keep it as such. If they wished to misbehave again, he wanted to catch them in the act.

With his glass of ale in hand, his blue eyes began to wander, resting on the woman from before, the one who had so kindly paid for his arrogant crew.

"Thanks for that." He started, uncertain if the woman would turn to look at him. "About those guys, by the way, they would've gotten rowdy if not for you." He paused, glancing at the bartender briefly. "Let me get you a drink as thanks, seems like it was a little pricey for some peace and quiet."

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« Reply #4 on: September 15, 2013, 09:45:23 pm »
The rum was shot back. ‘There it is.’ The warmth that flushed her skin, that moved through her head. Two more and she’d have to be done with rum. She ought to get water, or watered down rum, before it became a problem. ‘I have to travel tonight.’ If Father Ezekiel was in town, it would be for the best.

‘Or.’

Always or, and she humored the train of thought with a smile. The church could burn, be toppled. He could be shot from behind—from rumor, Maggie was quite certain that was the only way to get the upper hand on Ezekiel.

The possibilities were interrupted by someone speaking to her, though she hadn’t been clear on that until he specified why he was thanking her. Her hazel eyes found his blue before giving him a once over. She didn’t recognize him, of course. Yet another advantage to the sea. The ship, Marcia, was recognizable. She had not truly come face to face with most she dealt with.
“Peace is well worth the coin.”

Though she could hear them talking of buying more expensive drinks, one apparently a wine connoisseur. After all, if someone else was footing the bill, why not? They could have hearty dinners as well, and the beef stew did smell quite intoxicating.
“One it seems I will keep paying.” Perhaps she could talk the bartender into lacing their meals with cyanide, but the chances of the bartender having that on hand was slim. Asking was risky. It did make her decision to accept a free drink easier, at least. “But if you’re buying, how about a mead?” Friendly smile. Mead and ale were staples, both easy and cheap to produce in large quantities. It’d be cheaper than the rum, anyway, which was imported from the colonies.

Maggie didn’t need another shot of rum in this crowd. She already humoring too many thoughts of murder as it was, and she was still convinced she’d be walking out of this town and not staying the night. Staying the night would lead to a morning where she might be willing to try something stupid. Tomorrow was Sunday, after all.


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« Reply #5 on: September 15, 2013, 11:47:13 pm »
The ale had a bitter taste to it, a sign it wasn't very well brewed, but the Castell man couldn't complain. It was a cheap beverage, an easy commodity, and while this wasn't the best drink he's had, it certainly wasn't the worst.

In the back, his men continued to be loud, bordering on rowdiness, and Raleigh weighed the idea of putting them back into line. It wouldn't take much, that he was certain of. A look, a few words, maybe a threat or two, and they'd be as quiet as monks at mass. Still, he let them be, deciding they could use a bit of a good time. Their last stop had put them through a good bit of hell, and they'd lost a few good men to the heretics. Things would be fine as long as it didn't get too out of hand.

Beside him, the woman seemed to be paying for her kindness, his men taking advantage of her footing the bill. He was somewhat ashamed his crew could take such advantage over a women, and decided he'd deduct their costs from their pay and then some when they got back to the ship. And when he thought about it, the ship could use a good scrub too, something he'd gladly let them take care of.

He smirked at the thought of it, their annoyed expressions were more than enough to bring about some kind of satisfaction.

"Mead?" Raleigh raised golden brows, for someone paying so much for his men, she deserved something better than mead. "Let me get you a refill on that rum. You seem to like that quite a bit." He smiled, gesturing to the bartender to bring the woman another round, Castell himself continuing with his bitter ale.

He was about half way through his glass, when all the wine and mead seemed to get to the sailors in the back, harassing one of the bar maids with vulgar words and attempts at flirtation. They were giving the poor girl cat calls and she passed, whistling, and grabbing her skirt whenever it passed near their hands. It was enough for the Spaniard to draw the line. He was a Spaniard, a captain, and a gentleman foremost, and this kind of behavior couldn't be tolerated.

"If you'll excuse me." Raleigh gave a small smile to the woman beside him and left the bar, his boots making a soft thud on the wooden floor as he approached his crew.

"Gentlemen." The naval captain started, looking down at their table, blue eyes narrowed. A few of them swallowed down their drinks hard, stiffening in their seats. The barmaid, now released, made a hasty escape to the back room.

"Captain." One of them started, his hand now placed firmly on the table now that the barmaid had left. "Having a good er...day, sir?"

"An excellent one, actually, Leon. My ship is going to shine brilliantly after today." Castell grinned wickedly.

"Why's that, sir?" The one beside Leon asked, his voice considerably quieter than earlier.

"Because you, good, fine men are going to scrub it clean." His tone grew firmer, "And you're going to pay that woman for your work." The captain turned to indicate the woman at the bar, "Your day's pay goes to her. Understand?"

"Yes, Captain." They all agreed, the weight of their punishment heavy on their shoulders. The beef stew still left on their table would go untouched now, their hunger seeming to disappear as their captain parted from them.

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« Reply #6 on: September 16, 2013, 12:10:08 am »
The woman bit back a protest of more rum. She did like it. ‘Bloody hell, why not?’ “I suppose I don’t hide that very well,” it was placed before her. “Thank you, sir.” And the third was tipped back, leaving a satisfied smile on her lips and a serene feeling in her head. Of course it would be the third that removed the agitation and set her more at ease.

The bartender came to collect for the sailor’s food, their new drinks, and the woman paid. Only one more escudo—there had been ‘change’ from that third escudo she’d given earlier. Ten left. Perhaps she should leave the bartender with the rest and leave, but the plight of the woman also hadn’t gone unnoticed by her. She was about to call the barmaid over, give her a reprieve, but the blond man moved.
“Of course,” he was easily excused.

His identity was given away then.
‘Oh.’ Of course. It seemed his crew was going to suffer for this disobedience. It was a shame they hadn’t learned to behave even when his eyes weren’t upon them. Well, she didn’t really expect much of His Majesty’s Royal Navy. They didn’t serve because they respected a certain leader’s skills. They might not even care that much about the overarching mission. They were not hired by that leader in particular, after all.

He motioned to her, and Maggie caught the words. She shook her head, tried not to roll her eyes. It really wasn’t necessary, not that she minded. Truth told, she’d get a good laugh about it with her men when she returned to Marcia, but she had a role to play here. She was ‘nice’. She had offered to pay, and didn’t require payment for that.

They all sulked as the Captain left them, and Maggie leaned towards him as he took his seat,
“Really, sir,” she began, touched his arm, “It was not necessary for you to punish them so. I know how difficult it is for honest men to make a living nowadays,” she wasn’t refusing the funds, though. She drew her hand away. “I do hope they get nice and clean while cleaning up that ship of yours, though.” She leaned away, canted her head, “What do you call her? Your ship?” Good knowledge for the future. She’d much rather board that ship and take hostages then sink it. Captains’ could be ransomed.
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« Reply #7 on: September 16, 2013, 07:08:15 am »
Or not so honest, Castell thought, keeping the words to himself. Blue eyes flickered to his crew, their eyes still on him, weary. They were difficult at best, a constant need of discipline, but there were no better men to serve on his ship, His majesty assured such.

"As do I." The Captain responded, his crew now leaving the tavern, their steps heavy. They seemed far more behaved when the priest was around as well, although they had been quite amused by the father's seasickness, they all had been. It was rather comforting to know that such a man, as powerful as he was on land, could find weakness at sea, it made him seem far more human.

The woman beside him questioned the name of his ship, and for a moment, Raleigh considered the fact that he knew naught of her name as well. He assumed, by his display earlier, she knew who he was now, as probably anyone in the tavern. Their arrival had never been a secret, Ezekiel's sermon had been planned for weeks now. And had he been in uniform, it would have been considerably more obvious.

"Her name is Isabella, after the previous Queen of Spain. She is one of the fastest and finest ships in the sea, pure Spaniard craftsmanship, the best." He finished his glass of ale and waved for one of rum, as he much couldn't tolerate that bad taste any longer.

If there was one thing the captain was proud of, it was his ship. Swift on the sea and easy on the eyes. She'd taken on pirates and heretics alike, surviving the worst of them. The day Isabella would be lost, would only be the day that Castell had died, he was certain of it.

"If you don't mind, senora. What is your name? I would like to know of the woman in which my crew owes their gratitude and their coin."

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« Reply #8 on: September 16, 2013, 12:48:43 pm »
The Captain’s pride was obvious. It was always nice to find another who cared about the ship they had, even if they were on opposite sides, or if the ship technically did not belong to them. ‘Isabella.’ Named after the previous Queen, of course. She knew of that ship. Any ship bearing a Queen’s name was always good—and all Spanish ships were the best. Marcia was of such stock, too.

She knew his pride. Maggie still held it for her country, even if her country would have her killed. There were no better ships on the sea, and she’d seen plenty, had plenty makes and models within her fleet.

The crew marched out. Rum replaced ale. Her name was called for.


‘If I do mind?’
She wasn’t so far gone to tell him ‘Maggie’, but she couldn’t think of anything besides, “Margaret,” a common enough name, her mind assured once the word was out. No surname came to mind except the lie she’d taken, so she did not add on. “And you are Raleigh, are you not?” Perhaps it was not appropriate to leave out title and surname. Too late to add them now, and apologizing for familiarity was against her. “Forgive me, you are a bit more well known than I,” gracious smile. What simple woman could rival his fame? The joke was in her eyes, though the whole of it was never spoken. She wasn’t sure if her words were true at all, but now was not the time to find out how infamous Maggie Pontus was.
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« Reply #9 on: September 17, 2013, 04:52:55 am »
"Ah, yes, that is correct." The captain chuckled, somewhat embarrassed by the familiarity in which his name was known. It shouldn't have been of no surprise to him. Surely word of his and Isabella's ventures had been spread about, past Spain and onto other countries about Europe and the Colonies. Still to hear it from a woman was rather pleasant, and for a moment he stupidly wondered if she was impressed by such fame. Surely she wasn't, this Margaret. She seemed smarter than that by the way she conversed and carried herself about. She wouldn't be so easily swayed.

"It is a pleasure, Margaret." He smiled then, gesturing to the bartender for yet another round, one for him and another for Margaret, her cheeks, in his opinion, not quite pink enough.

"This one is on me as well." The captain continued to smile, downing the glass without a thought. It had been so long since he had enjoyed the company of a young woman, being on a ship full of men constantly. It was even worse with the Father about, the man shaming against all brothels, and making it quite difficult for one to find their way to one. The rest of his crew had managed to, somewhat, but Raleigh had been doomed as the priest's constant guard, only leaving him when the man was in the hands of the church.

Even now, just the faint smell of her had been better than the smell of the sea. What he wouldn't give to know what lied beyond the cloak she wore.

Castell smiled again, calling for another round, sliding the coins forward on the polished wood of the bar.

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« Reply #10 on: September 17, 2013, 05:28:27 am »
Maggie had wanted to be able to drink like many in her crew, but had come to learn that was a bad idea. Retching over the bow of a ship did not earn the respect of crewmates the same way that understanding limits did. Four was supposed to be the limit, and she accepted that fourth with a coy smile and shake of her head.

It was downed with practiced ease,
“You are too kind, Captain.” It was really a shame such a man had thrown in with Spain instead of human decency. At four, she didn’t leave. Rather, she kept him company and enjoyed the façade of Margaret. After all, it had been a while since she’d spoken at length with anyone who had a sense of manners. It seemed the Captain had no problem with her company. She couldn’t blame him, considering her interactions with his crew.

A fifth. A sixth. At the fifth she recognized the annoying giggles, and at the sixth she forgot there was reason to dislike them. She touched him more, and lost track of time. She should have left, and with the seventh she did recollect that people were waiting for her.
‘They’ll come here tomorrow.’ The exact position she’d wanted to avoid earlier that evening, the possibility of some of her crew coming to town to find out what happened to her.

A part of her mind humored the thought of finding out if Raleigh would also buy her a room, if he might stay a little longer. Wouldn’t the priest be scandalized? The eighth might have allowed that, but she instead pushed it away,
“I’m sorry,” giggle. “I can’t have any more, or I might offend your station,” she used his shoulder as she took to her feet, keeping her balance, whispered as if it were some secret, “I’m not an honest woman, Capt’n,” in case that wasn’t obvious by the fact she was a woman, in a tavern, shooting rum. “Maybe that Father of yours will forgive me,” she stepped away, brushed a hand back through her hair. Too much hair. Too hot. Where was her hat? A sloppy salute followed, not the Royal one but her own, two fingers from the forehead, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” certainly, she would. She wasn’t getting far from this tavern. Wherever the nearest inn was would have to be where she stayed.

She planned to leave. Walking was easier than standing still, something she associated with living on a boat, but she couldn’t be certain that was true. Certainly, her body was used to walking and staying upright on the boat, constantly in motion from the ocean that rocked it.


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« Reply #11 on: September 19, 2013, 08:38:54 am »
Sunday morning consisted of fresh, white candles, lit all about the church and the morning light slipping through the colored glass of the decorated windows, each one depicting a stage in the crucifixion of the son of God. The ceilings rested high above them, a pristine white, the purity of heaven. The pews were cast in an orange glow, granting the church a friendly warmth and the young father took in a deep breath, smiling, pleased at the sight of it.

However, it was strange to be without the young naval captain that usually accompanied him, the other man claiming to be ill, staying within the cabin of the ship with water and a bit of aspirin. The rest of the crew joked at the captain finding a woman of some sort, saying they had seen him with one before, and they must have done something late into the night.

Ezekiel doubted that. The captain was a man of the church, a man of god's country, he wouldn't do such a thing. Surely he was simply ill, and as the father lit another candle, he thought of a small prayer to the captain's well being, they'd need it to set sail the following day.

Behind him, the priest of this church, Father Terrance, was pressing keys on the organ, assuring that it was in tune. The notes were a loud, pure sound in the church, breaking the quiet silence as it reverberated off the high ceilings. They continued tending to the church with the monks till the townspeople began to arrive, their conversation making a gentle hum in the air.

The young father was pleased, a smile stretched across his face, thrilled at the amount of people within the church, and the idea that they were all here to hear the word of God.

Father Terrance started the service, his voice deep and gentle, leading them into the first hymn of the morning and the beginning prayer. He continued on with verses and a story from the Book of Paul before introducing Ezekiel to the church.

"God has made us very fortunate this morning to grant us the presence of Father Ezekiel, who has been traveling under the word of God to pursue a purer world for us all." Terrance smiled, the gesture crinkling his deep brown eyes.

The other priest smiled back, taking Terrance's warm hand to shake it. The older father was indeed such a gentle, kind man.

"Thank you for the introduction, Father." Ezekiel smiled at the faces about him before slipping his fingers through the Bible, settling on where he'd start his sermon.

"I'd like to begin with a verse from the Book of Matthew."


Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
-Matthew 5:9
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« Reply #12 on: September 19, 2013, 07:35:41 pm »
The Captain of the Marcia had not kept company that night, and she woke to the sound of knocks, and the pain of a headache. She was sane enough to know the sound of the booted feet outside her door, and wasn’t really surprised that she’d been found. Bleary eyes looked to the window to try and guess the time, only for the ringing of bells to give it away. ‘Ugh.’

Slowly, she rose from her bed and walked over to the door, opening it. The auburn-haired woman wasn’t exactly decent in only the white undershirt. It was her black-haired first mate who was at the door, and who stole into the room and shut the door after him. She winced at the sound. He spoke quietly.
“Where were ya?”

“Here,”
obvious answer. His nose wrinkled in disapproval. “Where are the others?”

“Around,”
groups were not beneficial. They looked suspicious in groups. No doubt they blended in now amongst the sailors.

Maggie paced away from him and sat back down on the bed, putting a hand to her head.
“We need ta be goin’.”

“We need a ship.”


“Eh?”


“We’re taking a ship.”


“Father Ezekiel is here and ya want to take a ship from….”
And before he could finish the sentence, the thought finished. He understood. “Oh.” A great morale issue for the church. A ship stolen from under the nose of one of their great paladins, on a holy day. A smile crossed his lips. “Which one then?”

Isabella. I want the Queen in my fleet, Reynard,”
she answered, “I’ll create a distraction and meet you at the docks.”

A nod.
“It’ll be done. Give us about twenty or so minutes before ya do anythin’ too chaotic.” Reynard said, before throwing a cloth bag at her. She barely managed to catch it, was fortunate it was light. It was clothing she’d left behind on Marcia, that she had planned to pick up on the way back to the ship—in the town she should have met Nicholas Reynard in.

Maggie did her best to pull herself together. Her old clothing was put in the bag as she wore more comfortable clothing—black hosen, blue bodice, and her beloved, feathered, tricorne. She was annoyed it had been stuffed into the bag, but she’d deal with that later. The cloak was worn over this still to hide the gun that remained at her waist.
‘Not gonna kill the priest with that.’

A distraction perhaps was not necessary, but Maggie could not pass up an opportunity to strike and humiliate the Church. Dressed and with the bag of items slung over a shoulder, she left the inn. She went down one of the docks, knelt, and splashed some of the salty water on her face to help wake herself up. It was still cool from the night. It helped to wake her up and she slipped into the bustle of moving bodies towards the church.

Maggie didn’t enter, though. She caught sight of Reynard with some of her men. He was already in a new costume, a naval soldier. Maggie did not know if he had brought it along, or knocked out some unfortunate soul to steal it. They tended to keep naval uniforms around—they were convenient. No doubt, he was telling the men the plan. They’d try to act as normal as possible, as no doubt most of the men of the ship would be attending the sermon.

The sun was annoying, pounding heat and light on her head. Still, Maggie was able to trace her steps back to the tavern from last night, from where she could see the church. She got a glass of coffee and then stepped outside with it.

Slowly, she twirled her index finger at her side as her other hand held the coffee up close to her lips so she could sip at it as she desired.


The wind began to pick up speed. The burly first mate recognized that as the pirates began to step up onto Isabella, prepared to get it ready to set sail immediately. The wind would be on their side.


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« Reply #13 on: September 20, 2013, 12:45:35 pm »
In the captain's quarters, Raleigh rested on the bed, his clothes from the evening before, still keeping him dressed somewhat. His shirt was half buttoned, his coat now a lump on the wooden floor, and he supposed in his drunk stupor that he still tried, rather unsuccessfully to get into his night clothes. The father's presence in the room had been brief, his voice soft, gentle, and with the patience of someone at least twice his age. Ezekiel didn't raise one single complaint about the naval captain not attending the service, and for that, Castell was a bit surprised, but grateful nonetheless.

However, it was a bit embarrassing to the lie to such an esteemed man of the church, to utter to him that he felt ill to his stomach, blaming it on a strange dinner rather than his long night at the tavern, consuming glass after glass. Briefly, he thought of the woman he had encountered there, and her words of seeing him the following day. Surely, that would not come to pass now, bed ridden as he was, his headache massive.

The captain had no idea how wrong he would be.





"As God's children, we must lead this world into a new era, one of purity, one that will ultimately lead to peace." Ezekiel continued, his eyes glancing at the stain glass windows, pouring in colored light onto the pews. "However, to bring about peace, there must be war and blood must be shed. But fear not, for God understands this, the great sacrifices that must be made and he will embrace them. He will love us, as he always has, but in a better world, a world much like heaven, brought to Earth. So, I ask you, my brothers, my sisters, the children of God, to stand with me, to pray and fight so that we may live in a better world, in the world of God."

Slowly, people began to stand, rising to their feet, the expressions on their faces more than the priest could ever hope for. It was always reassuring to see people believe in the word of God, to fight, to love, and to pray to God. Nothing made him happier.

And once this world was pure, surely they would all be the happiest.

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« Reply #14 on: September 20, 2013, 01:08:16 pm »
It was too easy.

It was a thought shared by both Captain and First Mate. Onto the boat went the First Mate, and people moved rapidly about the ship. Throw up the sails, pull up the anchor, prepare to steer the boat safely out of the docks. They didn’t waste their time examining deeper into the ship to see if anyone were on it. There was no need for Nick to shout orders.

Their feet pattered across the wood. Once they were on the ship, they went undisturbed by others. Almost no one was near the docks as it was, everyone had gone to the church.
‘Poor souls.’


He had good reason to think that. The wind started to howl. The Captain herself was almost caught in the trance of gradually speeding it up, turning it about as she wanted. Slow breath after slow breath, and sips of coffee to wake herself up just as slowly as she sped up the wind. Now she had to isolate it, or else it was bound to blow her hat clean off, and she was not going to chase it.

The coffee was finished, and she set it on a table outside just as she got a good grasp of the wind.
'Let's play, Father.'

Therefore, thus says the Lord GOD, "I will make a violent wind break out in My wrath."-Ezekiel, 13:13


The wind came down on the poor church in a microburst of powerful air. The plan was to collapse the church on everyone within, but Maggie didn’t look to see if she was successful. She listened for the sound, for breaking glass and screams, hoping the church crushed all those God-fearing people, hoping the Father was pinned under some cross. She saw it clearly in her mind’s eye as she began to run towards the docks, knowing that if Ezekiel wasn’t pinned or killed, and she had any success, she had to get a major head start to beat him.


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« Reply #15 on: September 21, 2013, 03:35:59 am »
At first, there was only one scream, loud, ear shattering, piercing through the silence of the church and then, all hell broke loose.

The stain glass windows shattered, the clear, colored glass scattered all about the floor, and people ran about in panic, their screaming a growing chorus that echoed off the high ceilings that once carried the notes of the ancient, golden organ. Blood stained the once white walls, and Father Terrance, once dressed in a pure white and gold, was now a crumpled heap on the floor; the large cross that had once rested on the wall, had fallen and crushed him to death.

Ezekiel paled, knowing he had stood there only a moment ago, the father taking his place there once the younger priest had stepped forward to speak.

Who could have done this? This terrible deed? Who would dare attack the house of the Lord and its followers and lead them to such tragic deaths?

The father clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as his finger nails bared into his skin. He couldn't let his attackers get away with this, not without decent punishment, not without the wrath of God.

But the attack was far from over, the priest only realizing the worst when it was much too late.




Castell still in bed, found it curious that the boat moved beneath him, rocking as if it was carrying along swiftly across the seas. It was impossible, really, this feeling, the captain deemed, blaming it on his current state of mind. Surely one who was rather hungover, could simulate such a feeling, this distinct swaying. With that in mind, Raleigh was about to rest his eyes once more when he heard it, that distinct sound of water splashing against the side of the boat.

He sat up quickly in bed, knowing that sound was not from his imagination or his remaining drunk stupor. The boat was moving, and he wasn't the one commanding it.

Kicking off his sheets, the captain dressed as quickly and as quietly as possible, before grabbing his gun and new sword off the table. His temper was already flaring, but he knew it would be foolish to rush out, not knowing of what enemies lay before him. He needed to know what he was up against, and how many before he could even dare thinking of taking them down.

Light on his feet, Raleigh exited his cabin, glancing about him before continuing on, gun loaded in his hand. Not far off, he could hear unfamiliar voices, the voices that were now commandeering his ship. It didn't take long for him to realize he was definitely outnumbered, especially since it would take about six men to run Isabella sufficiently enough.

He only had about twelve rounds on him, which wasn't helping his odds. At best, it left him with two bullets per man, and although he was a good shot, the rocking of the boat could be unpredictable, and had a bad habit of ruining even the best of aims. 

He could only hope God was on his side.

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« Reply #16 on: September 21, 2013, 03:55:15 am »
Maggie’s laughter pealed through the air as the screams reached her ears. The sound was almost inhuman, a laugh that had to come so she would avoid hating herself. Maggie had once hated taking life, but slowly she had accepted the monster she had to become. To fight a monster, one must be a monster. The Church was not merciful, so she could not be merciful. No holy days would be respected, no sacred ground—nothing. And so she could hold nothing sacred, nothing dear. She had to be the opposite.

The wind pushed at her back, almost propelling her forward. She didn’t hear anyone giving chase, but that meant nothing to her. She didn’t dare look back as she skid down a small slope and down onto the path before the docks.

Isabella was moving.
‘Perfect!’ “REYNARD!”

Maggie had to keep moving, though she saw the man wave a bandana. She ran, putting wind in the sail. The ship had escaped its parked position, but it was high up on the water. She couldn’t get to the side, and knew that as she ran along the wooden planks of the dock.

She jumped, and saw the net that was thrown over the side, still attached to the ship. Her hands grasped it, getting a bit of rope burn as they tried to slide down, tried to make her let go and fall into the water. She looked up just as she heard Nicholas shout,
“LIFT IT, BOYS!” Boisterous, now that the ship was moving smoothly out of the port, the wind pushing her on.

The men lifted the net, bringing it and Maggie back into the boat. A quick head count revealed there were eight men on board.
“Where’s Reggie?”

“Left’im with Marcia.” He was the water to the pair, an Enlightened thinker who waxed philosophical too often. “What hell did you cause?”

“I think I knocked down a church,”
a casual shrug as she walked with Nicholas to the wheel, touched it lightly. She'd take the wheel for a bit, move them back towards the center of her fleet and figure out how who would run Isabella. “Not a bad ship.” She was already considering how to use it. It seemed like it would be best in the ‘Queen’s Guard’, her attacking fleet that was always alongside the Marcia.


One man was content with how things were moving, and decided performing inventory of the ship would be best. It was on his walk around to find the stairs to get below deck that he saw an unfamiliar man. He paused, stared, squinted. He opened his mouth to draw attention to this glaring oversight. It would be a problem if the ship turned out to be full of men of the Royal Navy below deck.


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« Reply #17 on: September 21, 2013, 09:50:25 am »
Castell moved quick, rushing forward and outstretched his arm, wringing the man around his neck before using the momentum of his run and a bit of strength to slam the man to the floor. That was far too close, the Captain thought, looking around to see if there were any others. Had he hesitated for another second, he might have been the one on the floor.

Glancing at the man, now unconscious, Raleigh looked for anything that would give away the identity of these thieves. However, there was nothing to be found on the man's person other than a few coins, a gun, and a couple of bullets. He swiped the gun and the bullets, adding them in to his odds of bringing Isabella back to port. It still seemed impossible, especially with an unknown number of men on board. He'd need to continue evening the odds.

Another look at the unconscious man, and Castell smirked, aware of a way to keep him hidden for a bit longer. He stripped the man of his clothes and exchanged them for his own, knowing the pirate garb would seem far more convincing than his own naval related gear. To finish it up, he took the man's bandanna and tied it about his face to hide his features. As that woman had said last night, he was a bit more well known than the common man and no doubt was his face, especially if these men were indeed pirates.

Taking another look about as a precautionary, Raleigh dragged the unconscious pirate into his quarter's and barricaded him in the closet. The last thing he needed was this man waking up and ruining everything. At least, this would keep him away for a good while.

With that taken care of, Castell headed up to the ship's deck, where he knew more pirates rested. He was determined to know the face of his enemy, the face of the man he would kill for daring to steal his ship.





Back in town, Ezekiel and the remaining crew tended to the wounded, removing whoever they could from the now destroyed church. It was a bloody mess and the amount of deaths were still undetermined. However, it was surely something that would top the talk of the town for days, weeks even. The Church would be furious when they knew the news.

Still, they had no idea who did it, although there was a rumor, a small one, spread amongst a few of the townspeople who had been outside the church when it happened. They said they saw a woman, they said they saw pirates.

Pirates, men of the sea, they'd need Isabella, they'd need Captain Castell if they hoped to get these men and give them the righteous wrath of God. However, when the priest and the remaining crew made it to port, revenge fresh on their minds, there was no boat nor captain in which to execute their plan with. Their prized ship was gone.

And Ezekiel was outraged.
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« Reply #18 on: September 21, 2013, 02:57:59 pm »
“There is a white flag!” Someone else went to check inventory, though they had been tasked with something specific. The white cloth was held up and Maggie nodded from the wheel.

“Good.” The white flag would have to be run up before she approached her fleet. She liked to think her own would be smart enough not to attack a ship such as this, when it was alone, but she could never be too careful.

The Captain, now in changed garb, went unnoticed. None dreamed that someone else was on board after all. They took for granted that he did not resemble the man who had previously worn those clothes as they milled about him. Besides that, the crew was tired. They’d hardly slept in the night, waiting for their captain. Eventually, Nick had made them move, travel through the night to the town.

Maggie could see it in Nicholas, though he didn’t hide it, stretching and yawning as he returned to her side.
“No rum on board.”

“Priest,”
she grumbled.

“Eh?”


“Father Ezekiel was on this ship. He must have banned it.”


“Poor sods,”
Nicholas empathized, but it wasn’t for the crew. They could have mutinied, “Those priests don’t have any fun. No debauchery, never knowin’ the touch of a woman—or man,” he laughed, and she rolled her eyes, knowing Reynard did not say that for her sake. “I guess they get to sate their bloodlust nowadays.”

“Mm,”
they were far enough from port now that she could start maneuvering the ship towards the rest. She dropped the bag she'd brought with her, and motioned to Nicholas. He bent, dug her compass out from the bottom of it, and placed it on the helm. “Are we still up near England?”

“No, moved down some since supplies are running low. Everyone wants to be close when we get restocked,”
he answered.

“We had enough rum to last months,”
she grumbled. It wasn’t the rum that was running low, of course. They had rum. Food and water were the issues. They were surrounded by water they couldn’t drink. The ocean was strange. “We’ll move towards Plymouth after this.” England and her colonies were generally safe waters. So long as they left them alone, England left them alone. England hadn’t exactly joined the church, though. They were still putting it off, but their opposition hadn’t become violent.

At least, not openly. She’d met a privateer or two who claimed to be working for England to further the cause of destroying Spain. They hid behind the pirate façade well.
“Get some rest, Nick.”

“Got it handled?”


She nodded, and Nicholas stepped away from the wheel and moved off to go find a place to bunk for the morning. He knew this meant he had evening shift, and he tapped another of the men and told him to get some shut eye as well. The Isabella would run fine with two of the crew sleeping.

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« Reply #19 on: September 22, 2013, 06:49:47 am »
But the face he saw was not what he had been expecting. She was pretty, hair strands tossed about by the wind, her hands working expertly at the wheel. She knew how to steer Isabella as if she had been doing it for years. And for a moment, Castell openly stared, shocked at the familiarity of her face. It was none other than Margaret, the girl from the tavern, the girl he had tossed back drinks with through out the night. He couldn't believe it nor could he understand it.

How could this be? How could she be a pirate? How could she steal his ship?

“I’m not an honest woman, Capt’n," She had said at the bar, “Maybe that Father of yours will forgive me,”

Those words haunted him now, finally seeing the truth to them. He paled, maybe she had planned this from the start, right when they had become acquainted. That's why she asked about his boat, asked for her name; she had wanted it, wanted to steal his prized vessel.

Raleigh grit his teeth, hand inching for his pistol. He could have his revenge right now, kill her right on the spot, but by the looks of the men about, it was better not to. Even if he succeeded, he'd be dead in seconds after. Pirates were merciless people, they had no God to follow by.

Instead, he walked on casually, still watching Margaret from the corner of his eye as she discussed something with another, possibly her first mate. When that man and another left the deck, Castell thought to follow after, determined to get rid of two more of these bastards. However, he hesitated, blue eyes still on Margaret before being patted on the shoulder by a heavy hand.

Surprised, Raleigh turned around, coming face to face with a burly man and a yellow toothed grin. "Hey, help me with the sails, will you? I could use an extra set of hands."

Castell paused, still startled, he swallowed before answering, "Er, yeah. All right."

So far, he was still safe, this disguise still working, but he'd have to find a way back down where two of those pirates were. He had a better chance taking the pair of them down than the five on deck. And hopefully, those other two wouldn't discover who he had hidden in the closet.
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« Reply #20 on: September 22, 2013, 05:44:32 pm »
The Captain’s Cabin was usually off limits, except to the Captain of the boat, or the Captain of the fleet. Maggie didn’t like the title ‘admiral’. Nick had no plans of going in there to sleep, but he swore he heard something strange. At first, he ignored it, but the thudding noise was followed by a shout. He exchanged a look with the other, and then both moved to the door and opened it. The noise was coming from the closet, which had been barricaded. The obstacles were moved quickly away, and the pirate spilled out.

“What are ya doin’ in there, Riley?”


Riley, all but nude, got to his feet.
“Weren’t there clothes in the closet?” There were obviously clothes in the closet.

He looked furiously from one face to the next, before he spat out the words,
“There’s a navy sailor on board! He’s in my clothes.” That could be the only reason he was like this, unless he’d been violated, but he was pretty sure he’d be in more pain if that were the case.

“Only one?”


A nod.
“That I’ve seen.”

Nicholas let out a sigh, pushed a hand back through his dark hair.
“All right. We’ll check around. You get dressed and go tell Maggie.”

Riley nodded and quickly turned to thrown on some of the clothes in the closet, a job done sloppily. He didn’t waste time buttoning up the shirt he threw on.


~***~

Maggie, fortunately, was getting a touch suspicious herself. She knew her men, most of them, in her fleet of ships. Those who stayed close to the Marcia were known well. She had to get to know the rest better, but there were over 800 that sailed under her. Still, intuition was telling her there was something wrong as she watched the men move about deck.

She could name them all, except one. His face was obscured by the way he wore the bandana. There were a few who preferred to wear it that way, and she tried to place their name to him, but it didn’t work. Different builds, or obviously different hair.
‘Who are you?’ She could accept she didn’t know him, unlikely though it was. Her first mate brought men from the Marcia itself, and a few of the ships that served as her guard. Had someone recently joined the crew? ‘More likely.’ That settled some of the nerves, even if something familiar nagged at her.

He was at least adept on a ship, settled in to taking orders from other crewmen easily enough. One walked by her, but she paused him,
"Hey, Dave."

"Yeah?"


"Who's the guy with the bandana?"


"Dunno."
Sometimes, the crew didn't ask nearly enough questions. They accepted things.

"Go find out."

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« Reply #21 on: September 22, 2013, 11:46:28 pm »
It had been awhile since he had worked a ship as such, feeling the rope between his palms, the slight burn as it sometimes raced past his fingers. The sails moved accordingly, catching the wind, propelling the boat faster, smoother on the blue waters. Raleigh was uncertain of where they were headed, but it wasn't towards Spain, that much he knew. He wondered if Ezekiel and the others knew Isabella was gone now and would they be on their way to retrieve it, would they even know how to find it? It would take a while to get word to Spain and the Church, but acquiring a ship, he felt the priest could get that much from the people there. Whether it would be quick enough to catch up to Isabella, however, was a whole other story.

"Hey, you." One of the crewmen addressed him, and Raleigh turned, hands still on the rope. Had he been discovered? Would he have to fight his way off this ship?

"What's yer name again? The cap'n wants to know."

Castell hesitated, not quite thinking this part through. He glanced at their supposed captain, the woman still at the wheel, Margaret, if that was indeed her name.

That's when he saw it, the man he locked in the closet, sloppily dressed, running across the deck, running towards Margaret. Everything was about to be ruined, the world seeming to crash about him, much like the waves against the ship.

On instinct and some desperation, he removed the pistol from his side and grabbed the crewman still beside him, pressing the barrel against the pirate's temple. With his free hand, he pulled the bandanna down from his face, finally exposing an identity he knew that other man would reveal.

He refused to go down without a fight.

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« Reply #22 on: September 23, 2013, 12:38:38 am »
So much happened all at once. Maggie watched the crewman approach the unknown. Then, she saw something in white move out of the corner of her eye. Turning her attention to it revealed that it was Riley, and he looked panicked, hurried. Her grip on the wheel tightened, but only briefly.

Dave was caught by the unknown. The bandana was pulled down now, and Maggie was quite certain she knew who he was then.
“Captain!”

“Hold the wheel,”
she told Riley without a second thought, noting Reynard return to the top, behind the true Captain of Isabella. Riley took the wheel and Maggie stepped away from it, hand moving to rest atop her own pistol, pushing the cloak she was still wearing back with the movement.

Reynard had his drawn. She felt no reason to draw her own, trusting Reynard’s instincts.
‘Not fatal.’ That information would be revealed in her words, though. “Captain Raleigh Castell. I told you I’d see you today.” She hadn’t planned on it, of course, but why not pretend she had? “Let him go. You know that he won’t save you.”

Dave certainly wished he would, but he knew better. Liabilities were always dealt with. One crewman wasn’t worth endangering a mission. He didn’t struggle, all the same. He didn’t want to endanger his own life even further. Maggie might shoot him just to prove her point. He wouldn’t encourage either of them towards violence.


“We can talk, Raleigh. I’d like to see you back in Spain.”
She was smirking, of course, as she took a step down from the raised floor the wheel was on.

Nick's aim adjusted, just a little, in understanding. Hostage rather than murder. This was someone valuable--a Captain.


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« Reply #23 on: September 23, 2013, 08:06:49 am »
Castell was immediately suspicious of Margaret's words, tightening his grip around his pistol, well aware of the other man's gun on him. This wouldn't end well, and he knew it. The minute he shot this man, the other would shoot him; it was as simple as that. The female captain's words looked to be his only choice in the matter, although the idea of being a hostage did not sit well with him. Surely they would torture him for information, cut him till he was barely alive. Pirates were brutes, vicious heretics, and these people wouldn't be any different.

However, the captain had no intention of dying just yet, not when his ship was still in pirate hands. He wouldn't be able to rest in his watery grave while such a thing was still occurring. Clicking his tongue, Raleigh was about to let the pirate go, when the first mate fired, the bullet piercing his right shoulder. Castell hissed, clenching his teeth to brace the pain, the other man already slipping away in the naval captain's moment of weakness. Blood was already seeping into the pirate's clothes, and Raleigh dropped his gun to press his palm against the wound to stop the bleeding.

The first mate didn't hesitate to grab him, ignoring the fresh wound he had just caused. Raleigh winced, immediately trying to hide the pain away from continuing to show on his face, while glaring daggers at the pirates' supposed leader, their dear lying captain.

"We have nothing to talk about, pirate." Raleigh spat, fighting against the first mate's tight grip and the pain continuing to sear in his shoulder. "The only words I want to hear from you, is your last prayer to God as you plead for mercy."
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Re: Malleus Haereticorum [Closed]
« Reply #24 on: September 23, 2013, 02:55:35 pm »
Relief and approval, these were the looks that Reynard caught as he grabbed Raleigh, hardly nice. His foot kicked the gun further away, and another pirate picked it up to ensure that Raleigh wouldn’t be able to cause further issues.

Maggie stepped closer, hand leaving her gun, eyes taking in the wound. Not fatal, but it would need treatment if she wanted him to stay alive. She stepped close, despite his struggles, and took hold of his chin as if to better examine him, or make sure he didn’t look away.
‘And which God should I pray to?’ Once upon a time, that had been a serious question, a serious concern, but not any longer. “Oh, but we have plenty to talk about before I ever start begging. It will be a long time before you have the means to cause those fatal words to slip my lips,” she let his chin go.

“Who should I send a letter for your ransom to? I don’t think the Father will pay me, but I’m not sure the King still negotiates. Perhaps family?”
The implication that she knew his family might frighten, but as he knew, he was a popular man. Popularity came with certain consequences, which Maggie had known when she took on this new name.

A grunt from Nick reminded her of his issue.
“Tie him to the mast.” The first mate shouldn’t be stuck holding him all day. Maggie would see that someone saw to the wound while the Captain was bound and not a threat.
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« Reply #25 on: September 25, 2013, 07:26:09 am »
The captain paled at the thought of his family, back in Spain, comforted by the idea that he was sailing with God. His mother would be devastated at the thought of him in the clutches of pirates. As for his father, Raleigh hadn't the slightest idea what that man would think. Surely he would be disappointed in such weakness, that his second son, a naval captain, could be caught and left for ransom by pirates. His father could pay their ransom, that he was sure, their family noble, with plenty of land and money to spare. However, whether his father would allow such a disgrace, Raleigh was uncertain.

"Leave my family out of this." Castell snarled back, his temper still flaring as the pirate captain ordered him to be tied to the mast. The rest of the crew worked swiftly at their captain's orders, tying Raleigh down with thick rope and knots seemingly unbreakable to anyone without an expert hand. Still, they gingerly avoided his wound, careful not to injure him further. They didn't want him dead, that much was certain.

After he was successfully tied down, another pirate tended to his wound, removing the remaining bullet shards with a steadied, practiced hand although the removal was almost as painful as the wound itself. It was bandaged up tight after that, to prevent blood loss, and Raliegh was left to simply glare at the pirates about him, the ropes preventing even the slightest of movement of his arms.

"He'll be coming for you, pirate." Raliegh continued, his voice icy, "And you won't have the power to stop him." Castell knew better than anyone how terrifying Ezekiel could be, especially after seeing him in battle countless of times. His speed, his strength, his reflexes, it was almost as if the father wasn't human, not with the way he moved, fearless of any bullet and blade.

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« Reply #26 on: September 25, 2013, 02:37:40 pm »
The mention of family had the desired effect, and Maggie smiled. As he was being tied up, she tapped one of the crew members, “Find bandages, antiseptic, and tweezers.” She was pretty sure the bullet hadn’t worked its way cleanly through. The man ran off to do as asked, and it did not take long for the materials to be passed off to someone who knew what they were doing. Maggie oversaw it all, anyway.

He was all bandaged up, but even in ropes he dared threaten. Maggie laughed,
“Let the sea-sick father come,” she hoped Raleigh would see the folly in that. “That is, if he isn’t broken underneath some church cross.” It was such a happy thought, and she left Raleigh with that one, moving away and back up to where the wheel was, relieving Riley at last. He went to go get his clothing in order, since he wouldn’t be getting back his pirate attire.

Raleigh went more or less ignored from then on, no food or water given him as the sun rose higher and beat down on the pirates on deck. Maggie wanted him alive, but not strong. A bit of deprivation would aid in keeping him from having the strength to challenge her or her crew while he was their prisoner. She did watch him, careful to see how much he did try to struggle against the bonds.

Darkness fell. Maggie left command to Nicholas as the crew began to get smaller, trickle off to sleep. The wind calmed as she left the wheel this time, her influence fading. The night would be calm.

A breath escaped her in a sigh, her own exhaustion quickly manifesting. Maintaining the wind took energy. She didn’t imagine she would need to do so tomorrow, at least. They’d reach her fleet near dawn.

Maggie went to the mast, deciding to see how the man was holding up after several hours tied to this mast. People had broken in shorter periods of time, mostly through being ignored, hours left to only their thoughts and their physical agonies. She did not think Raleigh so weak, though.
“Would you like something to eat? Drink?” She wouldn’t force him right now if he wanted to be stubborn. He wasn’t under threat of dying by starvation.
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Re: Malleus Haereticorum [Closed]
« Reply #27 on: September 27, 2013, 03:46:45 am »
What did she mean? Broken under some cross? The captain couldn't understand it. It was impossible, Ezekiel couldn't be broken by anything. What possibly could that pirate have done? Did they attack the church, could they even be that foolish? He didn't even want to imagine the mess that must have been, especially if those very pirates could be here now, relatively unscathed while they sailed away with Isabella.

Surely she was lying. She had lied to him before, she could lie to him again. The pirate captain must have wanted to mess with his nerves, leave him without hope, thinking he'd given in to whatever they wanted from him. However, Raleigh wasn't so weak nor was he so easily convinced. Ezekiel and the others would come for him, he was sure of it, God was on their side after all.

The rest of the day, the naval captain went ignored, the hot sun beating down on him like its own special torture. His arms itched beneath the rope and there was nothing he could do to soothe it. His shoulder still stung, but it was a weak, annoying pain now, nothing unbearable. His throat, dry and rough now, seemed to bring him more suffering than his shoulder. They were trying to weaken him, that much was obvious. They simply wanted to keep him breathing, uncaring of whatever rough shape he would be in.

The sun sinking beneath the water was a welcomed relief, the coolness of the night soothing to his hot skin. He craved for water but knew better than to ask. He wouldn't break so easily to these pirates and lose the only bit of pride he had left. It was even easier to refuse when the female captain approached him, offering him what he wanted most. His own hatred fueling his need to deny any bit of help from her.

"No." He responded, voice sharp. Raleigh lifted his head to look the woman in the eye. "I'd rather die than receive the stolen goods of a pirate."

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« Reply #28 on: September 28, 2013, 10:50:21 pm »
The former Captain was defiant, if nothing else. Maggie wondered how long he’d remain so proud. Then again, she wasn’t the sort to decline food and water when in captivity. She couldn’t help but quote, “Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall, Raleigh,” she reminded. “Perhaps in the morning.” He would get nothing now even if he changed his mind.

The First-Mate would watch him and steer the boat on. The night was cool, perhaps kinder to the bound man. The seas were peaceful, as if Poseidon himself favored the travel of the Isabella. When dawn began to break on the horizon, Raleigh called for the white flag to be run up. More than half of Maggie’s fleet could be seen, waiting near a grouping of small islands. They were waiting for other ships, of course, the Marcia and her companions to come with foodstuff for them all. The islands would allow them to more easily unload and load.

Maggie came topside just as the anchor was thrown over, a few other sailors coming with her.
“The rowboat?” She hadn’t looked to find out where the Isabella had one.

“Port-side,”
he noted. They couldn’t get any closer without the Isabella getting stuck in the sand. “You want me to stay behind with the prisoner?” He asked.

She nodded,
“Please,” she’d almost forgotten about him that morning. “See if he wants anything to eat,” she wouldn’t address him this time. She walked to the portside and quickly found the rowboat that was hanging off the side of the boat. A couple others were motioned to, told to come along with the simple gesture.