#mvrtogg

Stede held up a bottle of brandy as he stepped out of The Revenge's cabin. They'd had a successful little raid and --

"This calls for a celebration," he said and started across the deck, pouring a bit of the really fucking good brandy for whoever on the crew wanted some. He usually didn't share the really good stuff, but the crew deserved a little recognition for a job well done.

LIES, DECEIT, AND VILLAINY. RICHARD MURTOGG. @mvrtogg said: i've got no reason to lie.

❛❛ you were ! you were spying on me ! ❜❜

FOR ALL MISS SWANN'S OUTRAGE you'd think he'd caught her swimming naked in Lady Edevane's pond, instead of idling ( unescorted, mind you ) in one of the port city's many courtyards, listening to the quiet hush of its fountain as she reclined, feet up, leather-bound book tucked in her lap. but it is the BOOK that she's evidently most worried about, as Elizabeth quickly sits up and SLAMS the purple thing shut, hiding it away behind her back. when her father caught her reading Captain Johnson and Monsieur Exquemelin that was bad enough, but this ? well. let us just say she wouldn't let Estrella take a peak at its pages and trust her DIGNITY to remain intact.

she feigns righteous self-importance and unblemished innocence ( a reliable tactic among James' men ), huffing as she tucks her petticoats back down around her ankles. God forbid a woman have a little bit of privacy in the Caribbean. and she has a rather good idea just who might have sent the marine after her. if it isn't one, it's the other.

FORBIDDEN LOVE / accepting ! @mvrtogg said: ❛ are you ever going to choose me ? ❜

❛❛   Mister Murtogg. ❜❜

HER MOUTH COMPRESSES TO A LINE, not quite a sigh but it lingers there imprisoned at the back of her throat. she has no desire to hurt him. he's proved himself a good hand, a GOOD GUNNER ( which they are in need of more and more as the East India Trading Company tightens their noose around the oceans ), and dare she say a good man, if such creatures can be known to exist. not a man she is eager to lose. so the captain straightens, and folds her hands behind her at the small of her back. her tone is very deliberately gentle. not quite apologetic, but apathetic, professional. she cannot remove the blow, but she can soften it.

James had been checking on their location , standing over the charts when suddenly he was grabbed a kissed and the Commodore was caught off guard. Green eyes widened and he froze like a deer in headlights.

I was expecting my eyes, but I'll accept this..

The events leading up to this moment in Murtogg's life as a pirate happened very fast. Too fast for him to comprehend what was going on. He was on the Pearl with Captain Barbossa one moment watching a card game between him ( Barbossa ) and a female pirate that Murtogg couldn't recall the name of. He did recall her looks and he was ... impressed. There weren't many female pirates that he had seen in his short career so far on the open seas of the Caribbean. Just two or three.

When he found himself on a new ship, it was different. It hit him suddenly that he'd been sold in a sense by his former Captain to the Spanish female Captain from the card game. Mullroy wasn't in the trade either, so he was truly on his own now and it worried him. The female's words finally hit him, "Uhm. I'm not sure, are you allowed to look at me? I mean, I'm not stopping you from looking?" he honestly didn't know the rules at the moment. Was he allowed to look at her? Was she allowed to look at him? Who knew really, he surely didn't. He also had the understanding that his role as a former marine with the Royal Navy came up a few times , during that fateful card game. A gulp escaped him, now realizing he was probably staring at his new captain. He was making a fool of himself and nobody was there to help him either. " -- am I allowed to look at you?"

ESMERALDA SUPPOSED SHE SHOULDN'T SMILE, no doubt more patronizing than friendly to her newly-acquired recruit, but she couldn't help herself, really. he was like a WIDE-EYED KITTEN in the vast expanse of the bustling port. SHIPWRECK CITY could be daunting to anyone, but particularly to a freshly-deserted recruit now all but friendless in the whole damn world. yes, she'd heard about his recent past with HIS MAJESTY, and perhaps that ought to make her suspicious, but she'd always had a SOFT SPOT for a man in uniform, hadn't she ? Barbossa had wanted rid of the little stowaway who'd climbed aboard without so much as signing the articles and La Doña Pirata, well, call it SELFLESS GENEROSITY towards the poor fool who might end up shot or worse, graciously took him on in her winnings from the evening's game. just as likely, though, she sensed a new toy to play with. a useful toy, with knowledge of the navy's AND the company's inner workings. but that could wait. BUILD HIS TRUST, first.

❛❛   I suppose we both are pirates and may look at what we please, señor.   ❜❜

she extended a hand, DAINTY AND LADYLIKE to be received, not shaken, in the palm of his hand. Esmeralda was all-too-aware she rarely looked less imposing than she did now, garbed in silk for a night of revelry in port among the Brethren Court's company, but looks could be deceiving. skirts concealed more armament than trousers, after all.