[025] skull and bones and a serpent's head are dancing with the madmen

[notafuckingnut]

[SPAM]

[He's not supposed to be ashore. His captain was very adamant about that, very descriptive about the horrors that would await him upon his return if he put a single foot on dry land, most of them involving hot pokers and bilge water, but really, how can he be expected to stay on the ship? He's always told to stay on the ship. Everyone else is let off, to mingle with the local color, spend the nights in the tavern with all manner of willing wenches, flowing taps, and glittering coin, while he's expected to stay in his cabin, under the pretense that "someone needs to watch her".

It's unfair. That whole...mess the last place they put anchor was taken entirely out of context, it's completely unreasonable for him to be confined to quarters just because of a misunderstanding.

...Needless to say, Richie didn't listen, and now the pirate who couldn't seem to ever get any further up in the hierarchy than cabin boy is wandering around Barcaza unattended.

Oh dear.]

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[scarlet_discord]

Oh--well--yeah. [Awkward. She bends down to retrieve the copper and the ring, and her hat falls off, and close cropped ringlets go floof around her head.] Dammit.

But there aren't many stairs aboard a ship, and I need the practice.

[notafuckingnut]

Uh huh. Or you just stole from that guy's room. [He points in the general direction of where she came from.] And couldn't go back out the usual way.

[He crosses his arms, expression almost disapproving, although really he's mostly just amused. And intrigued; he'd been entirely content to just check out the tavern, but this is potentially far more interesting.]

...Would anybody let you onto their crew anyway? Women are bad luck, you know. ...At sea, anyway.

[scarlet_discord]

[She hrmphs and puts her fists on her hips.]

Well, you're a fucking charmer, aren't you? Bad luck. I'm only bad luck if I want to be. I'm also good luck when I want to be too.

[notafuckingnut]

Hey, I don't make the rules; I don't have anything against it, but my captain's pretty serious.

[Sorry, Scarlet, he's watching you very closely. He probably doesn't even realize.]

[scarlet_discord]

[The street rat is aware of it, and one hand disappears inside of her sleeve, but she otherwise pretends not to have noticed.] That's fine. There are plenty of captains who won't, and I'll find myself one.

[notafuckingnut]

Or you can just pretend you're a boy. [He gestures at the hat; he's on to you, Scarlet. More or less.]

[scarlet_discord]

I'm...

[Her head sags slightly.

Not very good at it.

[Not since she pubed, anyway.]

So, uh, what do you do?

[notafuckingnut]

[He's noticed.]

Work on a ship.

[Because it sounds more impressive than "cabin boy".]

[scarlet_discord]

That's capital. I do hope to make my home in the crows' nest of some ship that's a little less traditional. I have the eye for it, and I'm agile enough.

You know your way around?

[notafuckingnut]

Well I can always ask my captain? We kinda lost the last one on the last trip.

[Dangerous place to be when everyone else is busy with the attempted boarding.]

Just...you know. Work on your disguise; it's like most of 'em can sniff it out.

[He hesitates; he wants to say yes, but...not really so much truth to it and it'll be obvious soon enough.]

Nah, first time here.

[scarlet_discord]

That would be choice. Thanks. Well. There are two decent pubs in town. I like the Lash because I'm less likely to get pinched there.

And I know, I just...well...

[She hates binding the boobs. Because ouch.]