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Post by japan on Mar 14, 2010 14:01:00 GMT -5
Matthew looked at his ship, the Canadian flag flapping against the mast in the cold wind. Winter was harsh the year and he was going to leave it behind. He was going to leave land and go out into the open sea before Father Winter decided to freeze the harbor and keep him prisoner.
He made that ship for a reason. To get away. Meet new people and hopefully do something great to be remembered. That was one thing he wanted and that's why he was turning to be like this. He took in a deep breath and stepped onto his ship. If only he had a crew.
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Post by nyo on Mar 16, 2010 22:28:32 GMT -5
Nadira knew that the large number of ships in the harbor was an oddity-she'd learned that from the people living in the town weeks ago. No, most of the sailing craft were only there because of the brutal winter storms that had been plaguing the seas nearby. Most of the crew on her ship had been over joyed at the extended holiday. Her-not so much.
Eventually the idelness had started causing her and the captain of the ship to clash. The disagreement between them and general irritation of the ships staff had eventually caused him to kick her off. This hadn't seemed much of a problem at the time, it gave her time to catch up on some much needed shopping and learn about the locals.
Now that the weather was getting warmer though...She needed to find a ship, fast-before they all hightailed it out of there.
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Post by japan on Mar 29, 2010 12:42:49 GMT -5
((All of Canada's Crew please post! :3 Thank you!!!))
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Post by turkishdelight on Apr 13, 2010 20:44:15 GMT -5
Sadiq, personally glad for a bit of warmer weather, had finally up and left his roost in the local Inn. Just about the right time to find himself a new ship and captain since he was the only survivor in a relatively recent shipwreck.
Somehow, the Mediterranean had wound up in North America, but he didn't much care how. He was just happy that he could be leaving. So cold! He naturally gave off his own heat, so he was surviving the winter air fine, but that didn't mean he left his room at the Inn unless it was a frikken emergency.
This...wasn't quite an emergency, but he was starting to get cabin fever. He strolled himself--and what little belongings he had-- down to the pier-side in search of a new vessel to board. Hopefully, he'd fine one soon before he got bored and would have to find something sweet to eat.
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Post by pilipinas on Apr 13, 2010 21:51:57 GMT -5
It's to make money, he told himself. Travelling, dealing with other people, going so far out of his comfort zone (aka, the mountain ranges) as to even cross the ocean. And certainly, selling weapons and equipment had raised him a hefty fare. Not that he would tell anyone. What kind of money-keeper blabbed about money? Or showed it off? He bought cheap food for a reason. Poor people didn't get robbed. . . well, that's a lie. He didn't get robbed because he always had a rifle or some kind of pistol on him. Always.
Now, he was more or less out of wares. Sold it all away. His providers were in Europe though. Dammit. Not again. Travelling. Yuck. At least the Northern nation was easy to get used to. The bitter cold was disliked, of course, but nothing he couldn't handle. Look for a merchant ship, Vash told himself. Don't step on a pirate ship.
"What? I'll never pay that sum just to cross the ocean!"
Okay, pirate ship it was.
The pier wasn't crowded, but it had its population. sailors and other various seafarers, small ships and large ones. Something too small would be claustrophobic; too big would make it expensive and probably obnoxious. The blond peered skeptically at each ship that hadn't already given him a stupid price for boarding. Nobody seemed to be looking for workers either. Vash didn't mind working for money. . . or a trip back home.
Down one of the isles of ships was one he hadn't checked out yet. It was fairly massive, but nothing terribly fancy. Quite new looking though, for a pirate ship. There was a blond boy walking up onto the boards. Not terribly mature-looking, but it was someone at least.
"Hey!" The Swiss called, pulling down his woolen muffler slightly to speak without being muffled. "Who's the captain of this ship? Is it going to Europe?"
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Post by japan on Apr 18, 2010 17:47:38 GMT -5
Matthew walked the docks of the port and looked around. He was looking for people who would jump ship and work for him and when he heard a man asking if his ship was going to go Europe. He approached the man and gave him a meek smile.
"It would be one of it's stops. If I could find a crew." he said with a slight shrug. Kumajiro his faithful bear waddled beside him before sitting down and yawning.
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Post by Latvia on Apr 18, 2010 22:37:14 GMT -5
Raivis had originally signed on to work on a ship for many reasons. While not the strongest reason, experiencing new things was on the list. However, he hadn't wanted being fired to be one of them. What was worse, being let off meant that he had no way home and not too many skills to fall back on. Really, he knew the tasks he had been taught on his first ship, but he wasn't that great at them. His bumbling had already proven to be his undoing. They had decided he was more trouble than he was worth. Could he really do any better on another ship?
He didn't really have any choice but to try. Still, that was no small task. To get a job on a new ship, he actually had to work up the courage to approach someone and then he had to make himself sound useful. Neither of those things would come naturally and they certainly wouldn't be easy. But, being on a ship gave him a little more job security than anything else. If they wanted to send him away, they'd have already have a replacement ready or they'd have to wait until they docked again. For his own sake, he'd have to accept being someone else's burden and hope they didn't over hire workers.
He overheard a pair of men talking. One of them even mentioned needing to get a crew together. It was exactly what he needed, someone desperate! And he didn't look all that scary either. Maybe he wouldn't mind taking a chance on someone like Raivis. Nervous, he simply walked closer to the men and waited, trying not to invade their conversation, but close enough that they might realize he was waiting if they saw him.
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Post by pilipinas on Apr 22, 2010 20:12:45 GMT -5
Hmm. Work for passage, or pay for passage? . . . Saving money never hurt. . .
Stopping at Europe. That's all he needed. ". . . I could work," He tried not to grumble. "I sell weapons and ammunition usually, so. . " He trailed off, looking about the cold dock. "Vash Zwingli," He introduced himself, before giving the boy in front of him a proper look-over. He was somewhat thin and had wavy blond hair, violet-blue eyes hidden behind spectacles. Not the average pirate. Had to be a crewmember. A deck swabber. A. . .
". . . You're not the captain, are you?" Vash hazarded. It was a little hard to believe, but nobody else seemed to be on the ship, from where he could see. A few shuffled steps seemed to edge closer. The swiss turned his head to see, ever the suspicious one. He narrowed his eyes, though didn't feel that much of a need to glare at a boy so young and child-faced.
"Do you need something?" He asked. Might as well, the boy wasn't looking at anyone else but Vash himself and the young pirate before them.
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Post by japan on Apr 27, 2010 20:09:54 GMT -5
Matthew chuckled that wasn't the first time that he was asked if he was the captain or not. After all he wasn't very manly looking. Not buff or scary looking, he usually avoided confrontation anyways but he took care of his own. When someone needed help or it was treasure, or food at stake people saw his true colors. Hence why he needed a crew in the first place. Most of his last crew jumped ship because of a certain incident. He was about to answer Vash when a young boy approached. Suddenly things seem to be getting interesting.
"Yes, can we help you?" he said with a soft smile. He didn't want to scare the shaking boy off already.
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Post by Latvia on Apr 29, 2010 13:52:36 GMT -5
Raivis listened as the two men talked. They were a weapons dealer and a sailor, which were probably two of the most stereotypically tough occupations out there. But still, the sailor didn’t seem that rough. He knew that eavesdropping was rude, but this was really a matter of his livelihood. He had to know if he’d be able to become a part of the crew and this conversation seemed to be about that. If he just hung around and listened, he might get just the information he needed. And then once they were done reaching a deal, he could try to insert himself on the roster as well.
It was a good plan, until the shorter man acknowledged him. He jumped a little, even though the words hadn’t been said too coarsely. He felt a little better when the man with glasses gave him a smile and rephrased the question, but only a little. “…Ah! W-well yes… you see I’m uh… s-sort of a pirate myself, b-but I’m… uh… in between crews right now. I-I was wondering.. if m-maybe you needed a hand on your ship…?”
It was hardly a glorious telling of his past deeds, but then, he had no glorious deeds to speak of. Once again, he had to fall back on the hope that they were desperate or wanted to assemble a crew as quickly as possible. He began to fidget as he felt them looking at him, his own eyes staring at the ground.
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Post by pilipinas on May 17, 2010 22:37:14 GMT -5
He wondered if there was more spying and espionage amongst Pirates these days. These two were far from being pirates -- looks wise anyhow. Everyone kept the stereotypical image of a seafaring thief in their head when it came to pirates: A rugged, probably young to mid-aged man, somewhat dirty and not terribly attractive.
Between crews? By the look of the diminutive young man, Vash found it hard to believe he actually spent time on the sea. Regardless, he looked back to the Captain boy.
"Well, there you go. Two crew members right here, if you're looking for them," Vash said, trying not to sound stand-offish. "How 'bout it? I'll look after supplies and weapons and he'll . . . " His gaze slowly drifted to the other blond, who Vash hoped would fill in the blank.
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