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Perhaps it was hypocritical of Kingsley, telling his crew it was important to spend some time in town while he himself had refused to leave the ship, but he didn’t care. While Nassau did hold fond memories for him as the port that began his adventure, he knew it could just as easily herald the end too. Two years ago, when he’d come to Nassau to track down the infamous Alistair Flint, he’d had nothing to lose. Now he had everything.

He’d been staring out the porthole, watching the wide open sea, when he heard the creak of footsteps against wood. He quickly moved over to his desk and plonked down into his chair, picking up a book while he did so. By the time the person reached the doorway, the book was held up and blocking his view, giving him the pretense of seeming busy. “Yes?” he asked to the silence, sounding bored. “Can’t you tell I’m busy?”

Originally posted by space-ing-out

Calais was always struck by the sound of their boots thumping against the ship, the wood ringing out a hollow knock when they ran across the deck. It was a sound they’d always forget by the time they returned from a trip off the ship, a reminder similar to the skyline approaching home.

They were combing the ship for Captain Hawkins, though there wasn’t much of the ship to check before they hopped straight to his cabin. Captain was never hard to find- he more or less kept tabs on his crew, which usually meant in turn they knew where to find him, especially when they were at port. They’d been at sea for an unusually long three months, everybody but him had been aching to stretch their legs.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt. The crew and I are going for a drink, ship bonding activity. I came to see if I could collect our captain for the occasion.” They leaned into the frame of the doorway to their captain’s cabin.

He considered this as he regarded Calais, before answering, “I’m not sure about you, but I’m a little sick of this lot after three months on the water with them.” He added a wink for good measure, solidifying the joke. “Tell me, Calais, have you been to Nassau before? The last time I was a party on its shores, I discovered quite the vibrant night-market…” He let the statement hang in the air, letting Calais decide if she wanted to turn it into an invitation, or press the bar suggestion.

Perhaps it was hypocritical of Kingsley, telling his crew it was important to spend some time in town while he himself had refused to leave the ship, but he didn’t care. While Nassau did hold fond memories for him as the port that began his adventure, he knew it could just as easily herald the end too. Two years ago, when he’d come to Nassau to track down the infamous Alistair Flint, he’d had nothing to lose. Now he had everything.

He’d been staring out the porthole, watching the wide open sea, when he heard the creak of footsteps against wood. He quickly moved over to his desk and plonked down into his chair, picking up a book while he did so. By the time the person reached the doorway, the book was held up and blocking his view, giving him the pretense of seeming busy. “Yes?” he asked to the silence, sounding bored. “Can’t you tell I’m busy?”

Rhymer, unlike a few people she knew, was more of the type to stay behind on the ship while docked at a port. There never seemed to be much offered in the way of pleasures, and Rhymer felt much more comfortable within the darkness of a ship she knew well rather than a wide, open port town which had much unpredictability. This did not mean there weren’t instances where she found herself leaving the Cutlass for a break–time spent away from people she was often holed up with for months was eventually needed every now and again. This was one of them–and at the least, she could see if anyone else who had stayed back needed anything.

Being a rather perceptive individual, she hadn’t seen Kingsley disembark and decided to travel down to his quarters to see if anything was ailing him or if there happened to be anything he needed from the shops of Nassau. “Busy?” She snorted, “I don’t think anyone reads for long like that.”

He beckoned her inside, letting her know her presence was quite welcome. “Tell me, Rhymer, would you call me a fool for being hesitant to leave my ship in the very port where it began its journey? I have this... odd sense of foreboding.” Perhaps it was just the long trip that had brought them back to Nassau that had tired him, making him more wary about his surroundings. It couldn’t hurt to see if he was the only one feeling that way though. 

Perhaps it was hypocritical of Kingsley, telling his crew it was important to spend some time in town while he himself had refused to leave the ship, but he didn’t care. While Nassau did hold fond memories for him as the port that began his adventure, he knew it could just as easily herald the end too. Two years ago, when he’d come to Nassau to track down the infamous Alistair Flint, he’d had nothing to lose. Now he had everything.

He’d been staring out the porthole, watching the wide open sea, when he heard the creak of footsteps against wood. He quickly moved over to his desk and plonked down into his chair, picking up a book while he did so. By the time the person reached the doorway, the book was held up and blocking his view, giving him the pretense of seeming busy. “Yes?” he asked to the silence, sounding bored. “Can’t you tell I’m busy?”

Here in Nassau everyone on the Cutlass was having an amazing time. She saw her crew mates out and about, getting into fights, playing cards, drinking cheat rum. They all seemed to be making the most of their time in Nassau, accept for one. 

Samanthia stepped onto the ship, letting the wood creek beneath her feet. She was having fun but there was no place like home. 

Carefully, she reached the Captain’s quarters and knocked on the door frame. Kingsley sat there with a book in his face and claimed he was busy. 

“Busy now are ya?” She cocked her head to the side and smiled. She wasn’t fooled. She stepped into the room, trying to get Kingsley attention and make him look at her. 

“It’s awfully stuffy in here. Why don’t you come out and have a drink Captain? I’m buying” She hated to see him lock himself up in the Cutlass the whole time they were at port. Being at sea was wonderful but he needed to be on land once in a while. 

Closing his book and placing it down, Kingsley leaned forwards in his seat. A small smile played at his lips at her clear doubt. “Is it so hard to believe that I might have important business to attend to this fine evening, my dear?” He paused, then added. “Yes, I suppose that would actually sound like a lie, considering every other Captain in port is probably out drinking. Where did you have in mind?”

At first he heard footsteps but he paid them no mind, continuing his playing. It wasn’t until he heard someone humming along did Hideyo stop. “Ah, “ He quickly turned, “So you know this song then?” He played the following notes, humming along to the next verse. 

Hideyo was, perhaps, one of his better hires. Not only was he a remarkably trustworthy gunner, but the music he played brought yet another level of closeness to the ship. Many nights had been spent listening to nothing but Hideyo's voice and the strumming of his instrument. Perhaps that was why he found himself on the beach, humming along to the tune - Hideyo's music lured him with its familiarity. Kingsley chuckled at the musician's question, shaking his head. "I don't know it in its entirety, unfortunately, but I have heard Alistair's drunken rendition enough to know the tune."

Well, I don’t know about you guys, but that was a heartbreak and a half. 

I want to thank you all for being so patient and supportive. This wasn’t the ideal way for us all to get started, but hey, when do pirates ever follow conventional rules? :’) I’d also like to thank Violet for dealing with my anguished messages and requests (if you’re stalking this, love, thank you <3). As a thank you for everything, please enjoy the reveal of my second project, the new OOC list! It can be found on the navigation page. I hope you guys like it.

With all of that emotional stuff out of the way, let’s get down to business. As you can see, the new bios have been posted (yay!) as well as an acceptance post. For those of you who haven’t sent me a message to Kingsley with their new account, please send it to the main rather to get the link for the OOC. 

I’ll also be taking precautions for if something like this happens again by saving all of the main’s resources tomorrow. 

So, get those accounts ready and sent in, and prepare yourself for the first plot drop!

-Admin Ty

Edit: Old members, if I got your age wrong, please tell me. I generically aged everyone’s previous details up by one year.

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