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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 22, 2015 7:02:21 GMT -5
Reaching for the door Mac instead ends up holding another destroyed set of stays. Mac looks down, cocks his head that one side, and then he throws his head back and laughs. He laughs a long time, and has his laugh subsides to weezes and sputters he finally manages to say, "We are going to need a lot more lacing if that's how we're going to be taking those off." He picks you up easily, the way a father picks up a small child, and says, "You drive me crazy. I never know what you're going to say or do. I can't fathom how you think most times. I don't know whether to spank you or kiss you". He said the last as he lowers you to his lips for a kiss, and as your feet touch the ground he gives you a quick spank for good measure. Not hard enough to hurt through all your layers, but enough to get your attention. "The sailors of the Arith Ocean have a custom I like. On their ships, if the wife is captain on deck, the husband is captain in private. I am a strong willed man, but I think I can follow ye, ifin' I can call the shots in private." He looses himself in your eyes for a moment, shakes his head and says, "What say ye? Do we have another accord?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 22, 2015 7:56:23 GMT -5
Mac cocks his head to the side and starts to laugh the rich belly laugh of someone enjoying a good joke. Tsunami's never heard his laugh before, but she falls in love with the warm sound immediately. It's deep and full, and she thinks it suits him perfectly. He takes her off guard by lifting her into the air, but it's the kiss he gives her as he brings her back down lets her know that he's not going to leave tonight. The swift tap on her backside surprises her into raising the dagger in her hand in self defense. She sheepishly looks from it to Mac with an appologetic half-grin on her face and throws it past him so it sticks, vibrating upon impact in the wall across the room.
"The sailors of the Arith Ocean have a custom I like. On their ships, if the wife is captain on deck, the husband is captain in private. I am a strong willed man, but I think I can follow ye, ifin' I can call the shots in private." He looses himself in your eyes for a moment, shakes his head and says, "What say ye? Do we have another accord?" he asks her.
"Oh, I think that can be arranged, me heart. Although I'll be askin' for some leeway now and then, I reckon, in case I be accidently givin' ye an order in the hammok."
With her hands on your shoulders, she jumps up, wraping her legs around your waist, and sliding her arms around your neck to hold on. "Now why don't ye take me over thar," she says, motioning with her head to the bed, "run up me colours and prepare to be boarded."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 22, 2015 13:44:29 GMT -5
Mac ignores the knife in your hand raised in self defense, he just raises an eyebrow and gives you a half grin of his own. He does however glance at the knife sticking out of the wall. He smirks, and says, "Old Borris will be none to please about that." Then he shrugs, forgetting all about the knife.
"Will you be givin' me the same leeway on deck?" he retorts, pausing to watch your expression, then adding, "I thought not, and I wouldn't expect it." He smiles, the wolfish one filled with mischief, "Don't worry, if you try to mutiny my command I'm sure I can come up with an appropriate punishment." He winks, and pats your behind gently a few times.
When you jump up Mac automatically catches you, his hands cupping your bottom. When you suggest that Mac takes you over to the bed, Mac raises an eyebrow, "Have we forgotten already? We're in private, I'm in charge here." You have visions of him putting you over his knee, and giving you a through spanking like your dads may have done when you were naughty as a child. Your visions are supported by the fact that he squeezes your bottom, and the evil glint in his eye. Instead he supports you with one hand, and you brace for impact. He only slides his other hand from your ankle to your bottom. His hand staying pressed to your naked flesh, while your clothing rides up with his hand. That done, he supports you with the hand under your clothes, repeating the process on the other side. You spend the next little while learning that what can be done on a bed, can also be done standing up. At least if the participants are strong enough.
The rest of the day is spent enjoying each other's company, with a few short breaks while Mac goes downstairs for food and drink. You learn just how flexible you are, and how strong he is. You learn what it's like to be blindfolded, to be tickled seductively with a feather, to be kissed everywhere. Shortly after Mac's last trip downstairs, he covers you completely with a blanket, "Stay covered now." He warns. Then there is a knock at the door, and you hear the sounds of a bathtub being placed and filled. When the door closes, and you hear the lock engaged, Mac says, "It's safe to come out now. Care to join me for a bath?" You both stay in the bath exchanging stories about your pasts until the water is long cold. You spend the night wrapped around each other, chatting until the wee hours. At some point you fall asleep to the slow rise and fall of Mac's chest, and the steady beat of his heart as he runs his fingers through your hair.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 22, 2015 14:55:48 GMT -5
Tsunami awakens again to the sound of rain, but this time as gently and peacefully as the drizzle outsize. The first thing she becomes aware of is Mac's breathing and heartbeat, loudly in her ear. She stirs, and hears Mac wish her a good morning. She moves, propping herself up on her elbow so she can look down at his face, and smiles. "Good morning to you too. Methinks I could be gettin' used to this too." Her eyes float down your naked form, "Although, the ship might have to be learnin' how to sail itself."
More smalltalk is made, and eventually you decide it's time to rise. You mention going to see a man about a certain boat, and Tsunami fairly leaps out of bed. She begins to dress, but it takes longer than usual thanks to your repeated kisses and other hinderances. Eventually, You both gather your bags of treasure, and head downstairs to eat a quick breakfast before meeting the man at the docks. Tsunami seems more eager to try the java again, especially after adding three heaping spoonfuls of sugar to the brew.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 22, 2015 19:03:48 GMT -5
Mac smiles, "Privateers set their own hours." He winks, "We will have to make sure you have a solid first mate. For myself I think I will apply for the position of quartermaster." Standing by the window, now fully dressed Mac laughs, then does a half decent job of impersonating you, "Am I not worth a simple walk in the rain?" He asks, then resumes his normal voice, "Why yes Tsunami, I do rather think you're worth a simple walk in the rain." He pulls the knife out of the wall and rubs his arms as if he were cold. Then he gestures to the door, and the knife is missing. "Shall we?"
After your meal, and not one but two cups of java you make your way out into the city. With your pearls in the pouch in your pockets you follow Mac, who you've seen gather no treasure, up the sloping streets of Clifton. You reach the harbour gate, and head down toward the dozens of docks jutting out into the harbour. The crowd here is mostly labourers and barefoot sailors. Some merchants pass in sedan chairs, palanquins, wagons or carriages. Occasionally one of the lesser merchants passes mounted or on foot with a body guard or two. Mac weaves his way through the crowds, he waves, nods, or otherwise greets various people along the way. A few he introduces you to, but most the exchanges are quite short. Then you see the ship...
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 22, 2015 23:55:41 GMT -5
Tsunami follows Mac through the crowds, smiling and nodding at all of the people he introduces her to. The whole idea of being on the water again so soon and having a boat to call their own in such a short time still felt surreal to her. The concept of such a large ship being at her command still hadn't hit home, until they saw her floating there tethered to the dock.
She stared up in awe at the beautiful blue galley, or maybe it was a nave, either way, it was huge. The three tall masts sported four white sails apiece, and she could tell that the captain's quarters was rather spacious. We'll have to make sure it's properly broken in, she thought roguishly. The outside planks had been freshly careened, so the hull sparkled in the water, barnical free. What a ship, My dad's are going to be so proud!
She looked at Mac, excitement in her eyes, and hugged him enthusiastically. Releasing him so he could properly look for the gent they would be dealing with, she prepared herself. Now, whatever happens, I don't want to seem too excited. We want to get the best price possible so we can still afford the provisions we'll need to track down the ship my fathers escaped in. She couldn't wait to meet the man so she could tell him they'd take it.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 23, 2015 6:53:14 GMT -5
When you get back to Mac, he's talking with an ugly man that has a fat puckered scar running down the side of his face. Mac smiles as you wrap him up in a hug, "This slug faced, bildge breathed scaly wag is about to sell us that there ship." The other fellow smiles broadly, showing rotten nubs for teeth, as if the introduction were all high praises and honourifics. Mac walks between the two of you as you head back out of the harbour district, and turn into High District. You get the feeling from the way the men banter that they have been friends for a long time. Stories are swapped that speak of daring escapes and (anti)heroic actions. It takes a bit for you to realize that one of the man's hands is fake, it moves stiffly, with no individual finger movement. That explains why the fellow is selling his ship.
You're lead to a humble building, at least by High District standards. The building has the feeling of mannor house and fortress. It is surrounded by a twenty door tall wall, and as you pass the threshold you feel a tingle run across your skin. A pair of lifelike metal statues stand to either side of the double doors, the metal of their bodies gleaming in the light drizzle.
Once inside Mac fills out quite a bit of paperwork, and exchanges notes with the ugly man. After a time you are relieved of your pearls. A short while later a man speaks with Mac, shakes his hand and says, "Congratulations Mac. Glad to see you finally got the ship you were after."
Mac leads you out of the money changer and bank, and once in the street his face breaks into elation. "We've done it! We now own that ship. Speaking of which, what shall we name her?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 23, 2015 7:44:35 GMT -5
Tsunami grabs handfulls of your shirt and pulls you into a deep kiss that truly shows her appreciation. You are left breathless, ready to throw her over your shoulder and walk her up the gangplank to christen your new beauty.
"I be havin' a few ideas for a new name: THe cobalt heart, The sapphire rover, the cerulean revenge, vengance, Osprem’s Revenge, cobolt’s fortune, blue victory, azure allure, the sapphire song or the sapphire storm. Which do you be ameanable to? Whichever we choose, we be first needin' to strike out or chuck the old log and maintenance books, remove anything from onboard bearing the old name, and we'll be needin' to have the transom and forward boards removed and repainted, then covered until after the christening ceremony. I'll not risk our ship leaving port to set out for an unlucky scuttlin'. The first order of business though is to hire a crew and procure some expensive champagne so we can have 'em on board for the christening. We can't bring anything on board bearing the new name until all of that is complete.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 23, 2015 9:52:42 GMT -5
Mac listens intently as you rattle off a considerable number of names, "Clearly you've been thinking about this a long time." Mac considers for a moment, then says, "The Cobalt Heart, and Cobolt's Fortune remind me of these yippy little lizard folk. I don't want our ship to bring that kind of imagery to mind. The ones about vengeance and revenge would make good pirate ship names, but we're legal..." He pauses for a moment, then smiles as he finishes, "... For now."
He holds up his hand, and counts off on his fingers, "That leaves the Sapphire Rover, Blue Victory, Azure Allure, and the Sapphire Storm." He looks at the fingers, then begins ticking them off, "Blue Victory is a little too on the nose. Azure Allure is a bit girly for my taste." Only two fingers remain standing, "Between the two sapphires, me thinks I'm partial to the Sapphire Rover. That suit you?" As you walk back down through the Harbour District, Mac fills you in on some details, and a few plans of his own, "The previous captain has already removed his logs, and an unnamed copy of the old maintenance log is already aboard. A full set of charts are being brought down this evening. The old name has been painted over in expectation of the sale, with a painter on retainer to add the new name." He turns you to face him, "What say you to us christening the ship with that..." He hesitates, looking around, then changes what he was going to say from 'Shadow Hand bottle' to just 'bottle'. "Bottle you found. I think it's fitting that we use rum instead of wine since we both come from pirate lineage, and that specific bottle just spits in their eye." He grins as he says the last, and he doesn't bother specifying who's eye, but it's pretty clear to you that he meant the Shadow Hand.
As you walk up the gangplank to your ship, Mac stops part way up, "Oh, me almost forgot. I have put out a call for crew, they will assemble tomorrow morn at the Wayfarer's Rest." Mac's smile turns wicked, and he gets that mischievous look in his eye, "There is another custom that doesn't quite work in our circumstances, but I'm going to do it anyway." Then he grabs you, and throws you over his shoulder, careful to keep your skirts contained to avoid giving the men around a free show. You're followed on to the deck by cat calls and whistles from the sailors on the dock even so. Mac explains as he walks, "Lubber husbands carry their brides across the threshold of their new dwelling. Wouldn't work for us. You're not really a captain until you're on your own ship, and we can't be married until you're captain, but since it's going to be our dwelling I couldn't carry you on for the first time..." He trails off, figuring you got the jist of what he was saying. He opens the door to the captains quarters and tosses you down onto the bed, "I got you a gift." He says to forestall you. He takes a blue three cornered hat from the desktop, and tosses it to you, "It's a little bigger than the one you have now, which should keep the rain and sun off your flesh" You notice that Osprem's symbol is embroidered in thread of silver on the front face of the hat as Mac locks the door. "Now ye be on your own ship, and ye got the right hat..." He salutes, adding, "Captain, I want to get married, would you be so kind as to perform the ceremony?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 23, 2015 10:49:26 GMT -5
Tsunami lands on the bed of the Sapphire Rover, and is only momentarily surprised when Mac doesn't land on top of her. He goes to the desktop and picks up a rather large looking blue hat. Tsunami catches it as he throws it to her, and she takes a moment to reverently appreciate the Osprem symbol on the brim. "It be beautiful, my heart, many thanks to ye." she tells you earnestly. She removes her old hat, and places the new one upon her head.
Mac gets up to lock the door. "Now ye be on your own ship, and ye got the right hat..." He salutes, adding, "Captain, I want to get married, would you be so kind as to perform the ceremony?" He asks of her.
"I'm afraid it won't be official without rings or witnesses," Tsunami informs him, "but since you asked so nicely, I can see no reason to be waitin'. We'll have another ceremony with the crew before we set out, and once the ship has been properly christened." On the heels of that, she added: "As for the christening, it must be champagne, but we can toast our new union with the rum."
She rises off the bed. "I'll be needin' yer sword, Mac. Since you've no last name of yer own, I'm hopin' that you'll be amenable to be takin' mine. Besides, Mac Monsoon has a nice ring to it."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 23, 2015 11:29:43 GMT -5
When you agree to marry them, Mac smirks, "We're pirates, since when does it matter that things are not strictly official?" He approaches the bed while fidgeting with his ear. He turns his head aside as he reaches you. "As to the christening, if it's got ta be champagne so be it." Mac shrugs, reaches out and takes hold of the back of your neck. He pulls you in close for a kiss, and his fingers brush across your ear as he runs them back through your hair. He pulls back from the kiss, and fidgets with his ear again. He turns his head so the ear he was mucking about with faces you. Hanging from his ear is a very familiar ear ring. It's familiar because it's yours. Reaching up to your own ear, you find an ear ring, but it's a bit larger loop and it's thinner gauge metal. Mac smiles, "There, the rings are taken care of." You're going to have to get used to a man with dexterous fingers, although you weren't complaining yesterday, or the night before...
Mac laughs as you suggest that he takes your name, "You know perfectly well that my last name is Cutter, and Captain Tsunami Cutter of the Sapphire Rover also has a nice ring to it."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 23, 2015 11:55:24 GMT -5
Tsunami fingers the new ring in her ear. She has truly come to appreciate having such dexterous fingers at her disposal. She unsheaths Mac's rapier and lays it on the ground beside them. Then she turns to him and takes his hands.
"Mac Cutter, I swear to love and protect you for the rest of me days as yer partner. Do ye swear the same?" Mac answers in the affirmative. "Will ye have me as your partner? Will ye love me, comfort me, and honor me as I will ye? Will ye protect me, no matter who might board our ship and attempt to wrest me from you, as long as we both do live?" Mac says he will.
Tsunami looks deep in your eyes and recites her vows: "I, Tsunami Monsoon, crewmember of the Sea's Song and Captain of the Sapphire Rover, take ye, Mac Cutter, as me Heart, me Soul, me salty jack with a stout bottle-swingin' arm, as the bright dawn of each new day and as the satin sheets of each day's night. I promise to love ye and honor ye; to make ye laugh when yer feelin' out of sorts and pretend to listen to ye when ye babble on and on about nothin' in particular. I shall protect ye from the elements and krakens should we ever encounter them (as it is my understanding that they can be very large and unpredictable). I shall love thee through scurvy and through fire, in wealth or poverty whether ye be near or far. And when I speak of treasure, as I am wont to do, everyone within the sound of me voice shall know that which I am really speaking about is you. All of this will I undertake until there are no horizons left to chase and the rum is gone, I swear it."
Tsunami waits for you to say your vows.
She fingers the ring in her ear again. "I wear this ring as a symbol of our love. It will remind me of our promises to each other." Mac repeats the phrase, touching the ring at his lobe.
"Now that we've exchanged the rings, there be only one thing left to do." She tells you. Holding your hand again, she says "jumping the sword symbolizes us cutting past ties and moving into the future together." The two of you step over the sword together.
"I now pronounce us Husband and wife, drink up me Heart, yo ho!" then as an afterthought, she adds "Oh and now ye may kiss the likes of me."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 24, 2015 7:55:27 GMT -5
"Mac Cutter, I swear to love and protect you for the rest of me days as yer partner. Do ye swear the same?"
"I do be swearing it." Mac responds.
"Will ye have me as your partner? Will ye love me, comfort me, and honor me as I will ye? Will ye protect me, no matter who might board our ship and attempt to wrest me from you, as long as we both do live?"
"You do be my partner, and I do so swear to love you, comfort, and honour you. Shaundakul protect the poor bugger that does try and take ye from my side." His eyes grow hard, and his hands drift to hidden hilts, but he shakes his head looking abashed, "I, uh, I mean I swear it."
"I, Mac Cutter, crew member of the Sea's Mystery, the Salty Scoundrel, and the Seafarer's Fortune, soon to be quartermaster of the Sapphire Rover, do take ye, Tsunami Monsoon, as me Heart, me Soul, me fiery vixen of the sea; to curl your toes when ye 'ave rough waters and to weather it out when a mood takes ye. Krakens and elements both be damned, I shall toss any plotting a mutiny off the side. I shall forever love ye, until the seas turn to sand, I swear it."
Mac takes hold of the smaller, thicker ring in his ear, "I wear this ring as a symbol of our love. It will remind me of our promises to each other. Not that I'll need reminding." He winks.
Mac steps up to you, wraps his arms around you, and leans you backward. One hand along your neck supporting your head, while the other holds behind your knee lifting your foot from the floor. He looks deeply into your eyes, "I was starting to think you had forgotten that part." He winks again, and kisses you with all the gusto of a man newlywed.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 24, 2015 9:22:25 GMT -5
Tsunami giggles again as the kiss ends, tonight is going to be fun, she thinks. The two of you scour the ship, making sure to remove anything that still bears the old name of the boat you just aquired. You also use the opportunity to make a list of the things that need to be collected to be brought onboard. She sends you to go to the nearest tavern that sells such things, and get two fine bottles of champagne. You also go to a scribe, and have him write the old name of the ship on a piece of metal, in ink that will run if gotten wet. Then, you return to meet her at the Sapphire Rover, and this time she walks up the gangplank of her own accord, ready for the renaming ceremony.
The two of you walk to the bow of the ship and she intones: “Oh Osprem, ye who be the mighty ruler of the seas, we who do be venturin’ across yer vast domain do be seekin’ to pay ye homage. We do implore ye to expunge for all time both from your recollection and yer records, the name Seafarer's Fortune, which has ceased to be an entity under your rein. As proof, we do be submittin’ this ingot that do be bearin’ her name to be corrupted through your power and forever be purged from the sea.”
Tsunami drops the metal tag bearing the ships old name overboard, so the ink will lift and dissolve among the waves.
“In gratefulness and thanks for this, we do be offerin’ these libations to ye in all yer power and glory.”
Tsunami motions for you to pour half of the bottle of champagne, and no less, over the side into the sea. She then holds up her black jack for you to fill for the renaming. Then she begins again:
“Oh Osprem, ye who be the mighty ruler of the seas, we who do be venturin’ across yer vast domain do be seekin’ to pay ye homage. We do implore ye to be takin’ unto yer recollection and records this worthy vessel, hereafter and for all time known as the Sapphire Rover. Do be guardin’ her with yer mighty arm and grant her a safe and speedy passage on all journeys she may be undertakin’ throughout yer vast realm. In gratefulness and thanks for this, we do be offerin’ these libations to ye in all yer magnificent power and glory.”
Tsunami has you open the second bottle and fill your black jack, then she takes the bottle and pours the whole thing into the sea from West to East. “Oh Shaundakul, ye who be the mighty ruler of the wind, through whose power our vessels do traverse the wild and faceless deep, we do be implorin’ you to grant this worthy vessel, the Sapphire Rover, the benefits and pleasures of yer bounty, ensuring us of yer gentle ministration accordin’ to any needs we might be havin’. Great Shaundakul, ye who be the exalted ruler of the North, South, East and West winds, do be grantin’ us permission to use yer mighty powers in the pursuit of our many endeavors, ever sparrin’ us the overwhelmin’ scourge of your breath, be it frigid, scalding, mighty or wild.”
She flings her cup of champagne to the north, then has you fling yours west, then you both refill and fling your respective cups east, then south. The last time you refill, you both drink, toasting the name of the Sapphire Rover.
“Let us be about our business, I do be wantin’ to spend our first night joined as Osprem intended, with us rockin’ on the seas.” You go to find the painter and have him start the job of dressing the ship's fore and transome in her new name. Then, you both return to the inn to prepare some questions for interviewing the soon to be new crew.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 25, 2015 8:24:01 GMT -5
"The crew interviews are tomorrow morning, but we could make use of this conveniently empty ship tonight." He winks, and the pair of you divvy up the list of things to do, and the pair of you set to work finishing off the finishing touches. A few hours later the Sapphire Rover is ready to sail, ready aside from a crew to man her. You arrive back at the ship to find Mac standing in the crow's nest, swaying gently back and forth as far as the mooring lines will allow on the calm harbour waters. He is looking out toward the ocean, and doesn't seem to have noticed your arrival.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 25, 2015 9:19:03 GMT -5
Tsunami takes the opportunity to slip into the captain's quarters with a bundle she is carrying. Once inside, she quietly shuts the door and sets to work. She unties the knot in the black cloth that contains the rest of the things she has brought, and goes about arranging things around the room in just the right place where she wants them. When she feels that everything is set, She grabs the last things she has brought, her signal whistle. She uses it to call out a blast to attract Mac's attention, and waits.
When Mac opens the door, he is greeted by the aroma of a full meal and the warm light of a dozen candles lit strategically around the room. Upon the table is a meal set for two, with fowl, vegetables, potatoes, bread and butter, and even two small cakes. Also on the table stands the Shadow Hand's bottle of rum, and the two black jacks that she had cleaned from the naming ceremony earlier in the day. On one of the chairs rests her normal attire. Waiting for you on the bed is your bride, draped only in a new jolly roger. Under the skull is a pair of crossed throwing daggers like the ones you carry. The eyes of the skull are large droplets of water, and a wave circles the skull, ready to come crashing down. The flag rests high up on her thighs, and the top swell of her bosom is evident in the flickering candle light.
"Let the adventure begin," she welcomes you. As she motions to the flag, a bit more of it falls away from her. "Do you like it?" she asks.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 25, 2015 10:03:33 GMT -5
Mac looks from the food, to the candles, to you. Takes a deep breath, "I do be the luckiest man there can ever be." He smiles and approaches the bed, carefully picking you up to stand you beside the bed. He wraps the flag around your body, tucking in the upper corner so it stays just barely hanging off you. "I have to be saying that I do be liking the flag." He looks you over, that familiar hunger in his eyes, "The second that meal do be consumed, that flag is coming off you. You won't be putting on another stitch of clothing until the sun do be cresting the horizon." He pulls out your chair for you, and gives you a rap on the bottom as you pass by him. "I love you Tsunami Cutter."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 25, 2015 11:12:19 GMT -5
"And I be the luckiest lady, Mac Monsoon." She replied automatically with a step towards you. You hadn't noticed the dagger in her hand before now, but when the candle light flashes of the blade, you only have the slightest recognition of what it is before your shirt is hanging agape, sliced down the front.
"Turnabout do be fair play," says she. "Besides, I do be thinking ye be a might over-dressed for this esteemed occasion." She says with a wink before tossing the dagger on the table to free up her hands to help you out of your shredded shirt. She sits in your offered chair, And begins dolling out the food. She only glances at the food occasionally, you however, feel her eyes crawling over you. You feel like you might be the real main course, about to be devoured. It feels good to be wanted like that by such a beautiful woman. It excites you, and you find yourself tearing into your food to speed up the meal.
When she reaches for her cup, the Jolly Roger slips a little, you can't help but notice that it's now barely holding on. Your new marriage is toasted, and the bottle of rum is fine indeed. The meal is winding down. Neither of you spent much time looking at your food. Somehow you're now hungrier than when you sat down, and food has nothing to do with it.
Tsunami stands and stretches, and as you appreciate the drape of the flag across flesh that is otherwise naked, the corner loosens the rest of the way and the flag flutters to the floorboards. She stretches across the table and blows out a group of the candles. If you reach out to touch her, she grabs your wrist to stop you. Her hand slides into yours, and she leads you to the bed.
"I do be havin' a bit of a wedding night game prepared," she tells you. She sits you on the bed and blows out all of the candles. Now, the only light to see by is the moonlight coming through the back windows of the cabin. She takes a jar of honey from the table, and reclaims the Jolly Roger. She uses it to blindfold you, and climbs into the bed. She puts a single drop of honey on her smooth skin and and lies back.
"Alright me heart, yer task is to find the honey with naught but your tongue. If I do be feelin" particularly generous, I may give ye a bit of a hint."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 25, 2015 18:38:22 GMT -5
Mac allows himself to be led, 'Let her believe she's in charge for now' Mac thinks, watching his new bride strut around in the buff. With the blindfold tied and the rules laid out, Mac smiles wolfishly. Standing up, Mac strips out of the remainder of his clothing, leaving him standing there in nothing but a blindfold. He trails his fingers along the edge of the bed as he moves to the footboard. Patting around until he finds her feet, he crawls up onto the bed so her feet are between his knees. Picking up first one foot and then another he starts giving a through massage. Before she can object to his use of hands, he murmurs softly, "I'm the captain in here." As a reminder.
After a few minutes are spent on each foot, Mac kisses his way up first one leg, an then another. All the while inhaling through his nose, looking for that telltale scent of honey so he will know where to avoid so he doesn't inadvertently find the honey. Nearing the top of the second leg, Mac's kisses move toward inner thigh. Reaching thighs end he exhales hot breath teasingly.
Moving up her body again, trailing kisses where no honey can be found. His kisses circle all the more fun locations, an wherever the honey is located, so throughly he has to be doing it on purpose. Any hints given are ignored as he works his way further and further up her body. Until finally he reaches her lips. They share a long kiss, and then Mac leans down and licks off the honey.
"My turn for a game..." He trails off straddling her waist. Reaching up he unfastenes the flag from around his head and spins it throughly so it's more like rope. Using his makeshift rope, he quickly fastens one end around one wrist, and then loops it through the headboard, back down to the other wrist. The knots are just tight enough to be secure, but not so tight as to cut the circulation. Gathering bits of tattered shirt Mac makes two more lengths of rope, and a new blindfold. The makeshift ropes are fastened from the corners of the footboard to ankles, and the blindfold does what blindfolds are meant to do.
Mac is merciless. His every touch builds excitement whether it be with fingers, kisses or tongue. He builds the tension until you're straining against the expert knots. Then he builds it some more. He builds you up until you don't think you can stand it another second, and then he holds you on the cusp for what feels like a blissful eternity. With your breath coming in panting gasps he pushes you over the edge, finally allowing that explosive release of built up tension. He waits for you to settle, for your body to relax and your breathing to become regular once more. Then he begins again...
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 26, 2015 8:41:53 GMT -5
Tsunami had never in her life imagined that loving and being loved could be as magnificent as living on the sea. But as wave after wave crested and crashed through them as they joined on their wedding night, she had never been happier. She had gone from never having known the touch of a lover to this man who seemed to be almost insatiable. He never seemed to tire, like water against a bow, or the stars in the sky that were constant and never waned. She tried to keep up, and thought she had done alright. Eventually, they slept with their limbs intertwined and satisfied smiles on both of their faces.
Tsunami awoke the next morning to the pleasantly familiar sound of gently lapping waves against the hull of the ship. She lifted her head to give Mac a good morning kiss, and had to stifle a laugh. The two of them were draped in the flag, and upon his head her new blue hat sat askew. As he slept, the feather ruffled with each of his breaths. A feeling of warmth spread over her, and she realized that even though she had met him only four days before, she would put herself between him and danger, even risking death to keep him safe.
Not wanting to disturb him, she carefully slid out from under their new Jolly Roger, and quietly got dressed. When she was done, She sat in one of the chairs, crossed her feet upon the table, and leaned back to enjoy one of the two cakes they had never gotten around to eating the night before. She watched him sleep that way until he stirred. “Well good morning, Mr. Monsoon,” she teased him. “Are you ready to go meet our new crew?”
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 27, 2015 6:44:49 GMT -5
Mac came awake slowly, afraid that the last few days were just a dream. Waking without her would be a nightmare indeed. He felt first the gentle rocking of the ship, then he heard the creaking of ropes pulled tight, I'm on a ship, that's a good sign.' Mac thinks hopefully. At the sound of her voice Mac come awake fully. He sits up, letting the flag pool across his lap. "If we're to meet the crew Mistress Cutter, perhaps you should wear this?" He offers her the hat from his head. Standing up, Mac stretches left and right, holding each pose for a few seconds, and savouring her eyes feasting upon him.
After their morning rituals are completed, Mac leads Tsunami through the city as usual. This time however he takes his time, not taking the special routes he has learned over the years to speed things up. The mood today is jovial, and even when Mac tries to be serious he somehow makes her giggle. Each time she reaches for her blade, but he ignores the blade, and finds her embarrassment adorable. He will never tell her that, or she might just decide to use the blade after all.
Reaching the Wayfarer's Rest, the place is crowded with a collection of colourful characters. Mac follows Tsunami into the inn, and then addresses those that would be her crew, "Those of you wishing to join the crew of the Saphhire Rover please gather up over here." Mac does a quick count, then adds, "Two lines of ten and one of eleven."
Mac turns to you Tsunami, "Well Captain Monsoon, what say ye to this rabble?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 29, 2015 13:14:20 GMT -5
"Most of them seem like a right lot," Tsunami says to Mac sideways. The first potential crew member came forward. It was a woman dressed in the typical mens breeches and white surcoat. She was tall and thin, with long dark locks that reached most of the way down her back. At her side hung a cutlass. Her face seemed open and trustworthy enough. Tsunami greeted her and looked at the list of questions that she and Mac had compiled.
"Ahoy, How long have ye been a sailor, and for what reason do ye wish to be joinin' our crew?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 29, 2015 13:51:23 GMT -5
The woman walks erect, with poise and grace. Maybe a noble or highborn lady by her manner and clothes. "I have sailed for as long as I can remember, but I've only become a sailor in the last couple years. My father decided that it was time for me to marry. He and I disagreed on whom the groom should be." She shrugs, letting that be the end of her story. At least in front of all these strangers.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 29, 2015 14:03:27 GMT -5
It seemed straightforward enough to her, her fathers had had stipulations about who she would have been able to marry. She asks two more questions: "What be yer name?" Then looking at the list, she asked: "I be Captain Monsoon, I be needin' to know if you'd be disinclined to be followin' orders from a woman. I don't suppose you would, but seein' as I be the captain here, it be of some import."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 29, 2015 14:40:57 GMT -5
"My name is Catherine Le'Grande, and I have no issue serving under any captain that knows what they're doing."
A man approaches dressed in black coat with gold trim over a white shirt. His black tri-corner hat has a single red feather sticking out the back. His black leather boots are turned down at mid thigh, and he wears a rapier at his belt. "If you hens are done clucking." He steps past Catherine, and addresses Mac, "Captain Cutter, I do be Noel Garrison. I have been a sailor for going on ten years now, and I want to be joining your crew to get back out on the high seas. When I heard you had bought the Seafairer's Fortune I had to come join your crew." Mac raises an eyebrow, and glances sidelong at you. "Noel, you know full well that I'm the quartermaster, not the captain." Mac gestures toward Tsunami, "Now I believe you will have to speak lively if you have any hope of riding the waves aboard the Sapphire Rover." He puts heavy emphasis on the new name of the ship. Noel looks to Tsunami, and dismisses her with his eyes. Turning back to Mac, he says, "This slip of a girl? You expect any of these men to follow her?" He asks incredulously. He looks back to Tsunami, "This do be a joke, yes?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 29, 2015 15:26:49 GMT -5
Tsunami has heard enough. She stands upon the chair to make sure everyone can see her.
"Avast! Any man or woman that has problems with followin' the likes of a woman, do be hereby invited to leave. The rest o' you lot have a task about you. In no less than one hour, any sailor wishin' to join my crew will be standin' on deck of the Sapphire Rover with the followin' items. I care not how you aquire these items, but should ye accost any other member here which ends up makin' the cut into my service, ye shall be tried by the Quartermaster, Mr. Monsoon here, accordingly for assaulting a shipmate." Then she reads out a list of items including a lemon, two pieces of ribbon, a bottle of rum, a blackjack or tankard, and a dagger or sword. Then she dismisses them, and says to Mac, we'd better hurry love, we don't have much time to get there before they do, and I've some preparations to make.
Once they get to the ship, Tsunami climbs the rigging while she asks Mac to go to the hold and open the water barrels. Then she takes a moment to kiss him while they wait.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 29, 2015 15:58:20 GMT -5
As you and Mac walk toward the harbour gate, a man that seems to be made completely of muscle joins you, over his shoulder is the biggest hammer you've ever seen, it appears to be a barrel on a stick, "Excuse me Captain." He says in a bass rumble, "I bought a lemon off of Old Borris, and the ribbons from the new girl. I already had the rest of the stuff you requested on me. Do you mind if I walk with you to the ship?" Mac smiles, "Gregor! I'm glad you could make it my friend. He's a shipwright, and a carpenter, the best I've seen. I've seen a merchant ship surrender just because he came on deck." Mac laughs. Gregor shakes his head, "I do wish you would stop telling that story. I think they were already surrendering, it just happened to happen as I walked on deck. A coincidence is all."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 29, 2015 17:57:39 GMT -5
Tsunami is impressed by the mild manner of this collasal giant of a man. "Of course ye do be welcome to join us," Tsunami invited, "but I must warn ye, that we'll be prearin' some tasks for the rest of the crew while we wait, and I'll be askin' ye not to repeat what ye have seen to any other members that arrive."
Once Tsunami and Mac have things ready, the crew begins to trickle in. When the majority of them are on deck, Tsunami admits the last five, but has them stand on the plank out over the water. "When I bark an order, I'll be expectin' it to be followed with haste. Ye scurvy dogs did take yer time. Ye will rest here unless another gets disqualified. Then ye may yet find a spot on the ship."
To the rest of the assembled crew, she said: "Welcome to the Sapphire Rover. Ye have set for ye a few tasks to see how experienced ye be and how apt to following commands. Me commands may not always make sense, but I still expect them to be followed to the T."
She gives each member a short tarred length of rope, that are crinkled at both ends. Mac seems to notice them for the first time, and looking up, he relizes that she has undone the ratlines from the shrouds, in effect destroying the jacobs ladders used to climb the rigging. She shoots him a quick glance, a warning not to say anything with an almost imperceptable head shake. Then she tells the crew: "The ribbons ye've brought. Tie them onto the middle of your rope. Use a clove hitch, I'll be checkin' them later. When you understand what the ropes are for, put them to good use. This will be a test of yer experience aboard a ship. Ye may want to tuck those into yer belts for this first part though. Ye will be startin' with yer dagger in one hand and yer lemon in the other. Your third task will end with the rum. If ye understand what these be for, go now. Anyone that can tell me why they did what they did when they're through may end up workin' under me as an apprentice doctor, if they and I so choose." She waits for some to scatter. Any that look confused, she gives a hint to. "Yer daggers be for the lemons, which ye'll cut in twain and squeeze into the water barrels below."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 30, 2015 17:11:23 GMT -5
Gregor nods, "I know well how to hold my tongue." The giant of a man shortens his stride to match pace with the two of you, and the journey to the Sapphire Rover is expedited by Mac's through knowledge of the city. The walk is filled with tall tales from Mac, which are countered with humble stories from Gregor. Even humble, the man has done some impressive things. He asks questions of you, and genuinely seems interested in the answers. All in all, your impressions of the man are calm competence and brutal strength wrapped in a well mannered and intelligent man's massive frame.
You look around the deck and take stock of those that didn't make it. On the Gangplank, or not present are five ladies, and five men including Noel Garrison. On deck are seven women, including Catherine Le'Grande, and thirteen men including Gregor Mountainhammer. At your command the lot of those on deck scatter. Some of which don't know what they're supposed to do, but they follow the lead of others that did know what to do. Gregor doesn't move, but instead ties off his ribbon to his rope, and then the rope to where it needs to be. After the lot of them return to the deck Gregor heads below with his lemon in hand. A few minutes later the lot of them are standing on deck waiting for your next command.
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Post by Sugarphix on Aug 1, 2015 20:34:31 GMT -5
Tsunami watches at the crew sets to their tasks at hand. She is impressed by Gregor, who obviously knows that the lengths of tarred rope used to be the shrouds' ratlines. He secures his, and some of the others see his ribbon lifting on the breeze, and begin to follow suit. The men and women are forced to climb higher and higher in order to attach the next rope up, and all seems to be going well until a dark-skinned man with the wide body of a tree trunk lays his foot upon a ratline and it slips. The loose knot comes away from the shrouds and Gregor looks as if he might move in order to catch him. As it turns out, there is no need, for the airborne sailor is able to grab the shrouds and Saves himelf a potentially painful landing.
Tsunami sees the loose ratline, pink ribbon flailing in the wind. "Who be the owner of yonder pink ribbon?" She demands.
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