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Post by nyo on Mar 8, 2010 22:15:15 GMT -5
He was beginning to regret all the money he'd spent on the coach that he'd hired to take him to the Spanish coast. The long ride had been extremely uncomfortable. Made more so by the dark, dreary interior of the vehicle, the gruff, irritable driver and the road-which had been rocky and uneven to a ridiculous extent. He'd never been more happy for a trip to end in his life.
Francis directed a disgusted look in the drivers direction as he climbed out into the bright sunlight, reaching back in to find the heavily packed knapsack he'd been holding only a few moments before. Locating the item he swung it over his shoulder. He barely had time to close the door before the driver and his horses were speeding away at a break neck pace.
“Tch” the blonde snorted in an irritated manner and turned to take in his surroundings. People, animals and vehicles packed the streets. There was a constant wave of talking, vendors yelled about things they were selling, dogs barked and a buzz of activity that would rival any bee hive. He took a deep breath, a grin spreading across his face-he'd forgotten how much he enjoyed cities, even unfamiliar ones.
His first order of business, now that he was here, was to find the docks-and a ship. This was actually more easily than achieved than he'd expected. People were more than happy to point in him in the right direction, and before long he could see ships masts over the tops of the buildings.
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Post by Spain on Mar 11, 2010 13:47:08 GMT -5
It was rare for Antonio to dock his ship at all, let alone keep it there for an extended period of time. Antonio was a man of the skies, after all--he felt most at home sailing the perfect blue of a saccharine sky. So, in some way, La Madre Maria was like a ghost ship to the people of Spain--it was rare to see its magnificent red sails in the dock.
But today was one of those days.
Antonio climbed down the hatch of his ship and swung his large, heavy coat over his shoulder, putting on a rather menacing image to those who walked by his ship. Truth be told, they were searching for a cook, now, the last few pieces of a crew to rule the skies with--and one who could cook without burning anything was always a plus.
Quietly, he looked around, scanning the crowd, even as they scurried away from his imposing figure. He wondered absentmindedly where the nearest restaurant was...and if anyone would really mind him kidnapping someone's cook.
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Post by nyo on Mar 13, 2010 0:23:18 GMT -5
He should have known things wouldn't stay as simple as they'd started out. Nope, things were never that easy.
He'd been on his quest for the better part of the morning and had been, for the most part, unsuccessful. Turned out that, though he had many skills, just none that sea crew found useful enough to put up with him for.
Francis had decided to put his search on hiatus in favor of lunch. He'd entered the small tavern, only to find his wallet missing. Thankfully he was smart enough to have put some of his money elsewhere, but the inconvenience of the fact still bothered him.
It wasn't long before one of the girls working there had brought him a plate of...something. He was so busy flirting with the girl that he didn't notice it until after she'd walked away. He gave the food a distasteful look.
It was official, god hated him.
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Post by Spain on Mar 13, 2010 20:48:27 GMT -5
When Antonio entered the tavern that Francis was currently in, the place went into a hush. He smiled at the patrons of the tavern, almost sweetely, and stepped fully inside, his heavy boots clanking on the floor. The patrons began to chatter amongst themselves nervously, and the Spanish captain looked around for an empty seat--the only one was by a blonde man, sitting and looking disgusted at a bit of food. He smiled and pulled out the char across from him. "Seat taken?"
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Post by nyo on Mar 13, 2010 21:33:53 GMT -5
He was debating whether he wanted to just get up and walk away, or go kill the cook when the tavern broke out into hushed murmurs. Francis raised an eyebrow at the mans entrance but didn't comment. Looking to either side of him he shook his head. "Not by anyone I can see" He grinned. "Do take it, its so very boring eating by oneself" -not that he was really eating, but details weren't important.
The blonde extended a hand. "Francis. You seem familiar-have we met before?"
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Post by Spain on Mar 14, 2010 11:53:54 GMT -5
"Not that I know of, but I've met many a man on my travels." he laughed, kicking back in his seat and leaning against the booth surface. "Francis, hm? Nice to meet you--or to see you again! I tend to be forgetful, haha~my name is Captain Antonio Carriedo."
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Post by nyo on Mar 14, 2010 17:49:19 GMT -5
"Maybe I am mistaken then, Non?" Francis commented. "I must have gotten you confused with someone else" This seemed highly unlikely to him, but it was the best explanation he could come up with.
"A captain you say? How very interesting..."
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Post by Spain on Mar 16, 2010 10:29:38 GMT -5
Non? Antonio quirked an eyebrow at that, looking over the other. He did look too..delicate, almost, to be a Spaniard. If anything, he looked like maybe French nobility, with fair hair and pale skin. The Spaniard leaned forward, his chin in his hand, an interested look on his face. "What brings you here, then, señor Francis."
At the other's statement, he beamed, obviously proud. "¡Sí! I am the captain of La Madre Maria, one of the finest ships in he sky~~"
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Post by nyo on Mar 16, 2010 22:53:39 GMT -5
He watched in amused silence as the other man examined him. Francis was wondering exactly what the Spanish man had gotten out of this sizing up when he realized that he'd been addressed.He shrugged.
"Lets just say I needed to get away from some family issues..."
He couldn't help but grin in reaction to the others obvious joy at the mention of his sailing craft. "I'm sure she is a beautiful ship"
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Post by Spain on Mar 21, 2010 14:47:20 GMT -5
"Family issues? Ah, I see...a lot of us do seem to have that problem." Antonio shook his head, then leaned forward, obviously rather interested in what the Frenchamn had to say. "So you're a vagabond then? Skipping from town to town?"
There was a gleam in his eye as he spoke, a mischevious lilt to his tone."Maybe...would you like a job?"
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Post by nyo on Mar 21, 2010 19:31:41 GMT -5
Francis shrugged, giving the captain a dubious look. "Well, I would not use a word so..vicious as vagabond. I'm more of a traveler-seeing the world, seeking my fortune and all that sort of nonsense."
"A rather intriguing offer" Francis commented. "Exactly what would this job entail?"
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Post by Spain on Mar 25, 2010 8:57:16 GMT -5
He smiled, looking at the other's blue eyes--it was strange, he felt like he'd almost...met this man before. Somewhere. The always friendly Spaniard was feeling particularly so, towards this man, and he coulnd't help but grin. "Well~we need a cook. Desperately. You'd get free room on a sky ship, a life of adventure, good pay~"
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Post by nyo on Mar 26, 2010 22:16:46 GMT -5
Normally Francis would have taken a few days, at least, to consider such an offer. As it was, he found himself replying almost instantly, returning the spanish mans grin with a wide one of his own. "You had me at cook" he chuckled. "Food is my forte~"
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