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Post by Spain on Feb 23, 2010 18:37:08 GMT -5
The crew of La Madre Maria was, flat out, exhausted. Antonio and Afonso were still recuperating from their wounds, and the captain hadn't been in fighting condition for days, no matter how much he hid it. And so, after a meeting of crew mates, the Spaniard had made the executive (and very smart) decision to land for a while and take a break.
Surely this wasn't the rest of his crew's idea of "break". They were expecting a seedy little town with lots of bars and booze; what they got was the beautiful, sun drenched coasts of Brazil, miles of open sands and perfect blue waters. It was the perfect place for the happy go lucky Spaniard, who was currently lying out on a large piece of cloth, his hands behind his head, and his large pirate jacket lying beside him. This...this was the life.
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Post by England on Feb 23, 2010 19:18:53 GMT -5
Lovino loved warmth and beaches nearly as much as he loved pasta and tomatoes - and while he didn't have any food, he was (for once) having loads of fun. He'd learned to swim when he was younger (even if the memory was tainted with Mafia and needing the ability for a job) and he loved the ocean.
Which is how he found himself out in the water, swimming and (also) for once, playing with some of the crew as they smacked a beach ball around. It was fun, and for someone who usually got on so poorly with the crew he enjoyed spending time with them.
Perhaps joining this crew had been a good idea? Taking a moment to glance at his captain - who was lounging out on a towel on the beach - he forced himself to turn away as his face lit up brightly as those silly feelings popped up again. Goddamn... he knew that sooner or later he'd have to tell Spain how he felt but... blushing every time he looked at him, or at any compliment, or any smile... crap. He forced himself to stop thinking about it again and turned his attention back to the game.
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Post by Portugal on Feb 23, 2010 19:32:24 GMT -5
While the rest of the crew played on the beach, Afonso had opted to sit in the shade of one of the trees. He had wanted to enjoy the waters, but his head ached too much. And not just from the head wound from their earlier adventure. The familiar head aches had returned the moment they had reached Brazil. And while Afonso had gotten good at dealing with them, the bright sun made it almost unbearable.
Of course, he didn't want the crew to worry. Which is why he opted to sit in the shade, a book in hand. Though he doubted he would get much reading done. It had been a long while since he had had deja vu. But it was back again.
Afonso secretly couldn't wait until this break was over...
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Post by Brazil on Feb 23, 2010 20:09:26 GMT -5
Thiago had been walking for what seemed a week or more already, just wandering around, but he wasn't tired. Yet, at least. He thought that as long as he kept moving, he wouldn't feel tired. It could be said that he was starting to really enjoy it, that thing of traveling without certain destination.
After walking a bit more, he sighted the sea and grinned widely. He had just found a beach! He had always loved going to the beach, since he was a little child. It was something that enchanted him and he wasn't sure why - if it was because of the blue of the ocean's water or the light color of the sand or both things together.
He sped his pace up a bit as heading to the sighted beach, feeling the sudden need to at least touch the seawater or the sand. His grin turned into a calm, cheerful smile as his pace slowed down again and he sat down, close to the sea, to just admire the landscape.
...He still hadn't noticed that he wasn't alone at that beach.
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Post by Spain on Feb 23, 2010 21:00:22 GMT -5
Antonio could feel himself drifting off as the sun beat down on his tan skin, closing his eyes and lying back. Surprisingly (or maybe not), his mind was on only one thing; his first mate. He'd peek open an eye to look at him every once in a while, and was always met with a lovely sight--a victorious smile, perhaps a cherry cheeked blush. He smiled softly as he watched Lovino play--then blinked, noticing the strange figure of someone else on the beach.
"...What the...?"
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Post by England on Feb 23, 2010 22:47:11 GMT -5
Lovi wasn't the first person to notice the strange person on their beach - a few of the men he was horsing around with started to stop and stare, frowning behind Lovino. When he turned around - first glancing almost unwillingly towards Antonio - he saw the odd teen who wasn't part of their crew for only a second before the beach ball bounced off the back of his head. He turned back and swore, glaring at the men who tried to look innocent but really... pirates couldn't look innocent to save their lives.
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Post by Portugal on Feb 25, 2010 17:07:47 GMT -5
Afonso had probably been the first to notice the strange boy that had joined them on the beach. After all, he had run right passed Afonso. Though generally speaking, he probably wouldn't have even bothered giving the boy a second glance. It wasn't like this was a private beach after all. Had it been any normal situation, he wouldn't have minded at all...
But then his head ache doubled, reminding him of when he had first met Antonio and Lovino. And his hands found his head. A memory, maybe that's what it was after all? It wouldn't make sense but...
The scene ended, Afonso releasing a short breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Just like when he had first met Antonio and Lovino. Just like when he had met Arthur. Quietly he looked around, relieved that no one had noticed, then his eyes drifted to the familiar boy. Quietly he stood up, walking towards the boy. He was familiar somehow. "Olá."
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Post by Brazil on Feb 25, 2010 19:22:50 GMT -5
'Hm...?' The Brazilian blinked, being pulled out of his thoughts by the other's greeting. It was just after that that he noticed he wasn't the only one there. He didn't find that strange at all. 'Ah, olá.' He replied, still smiling. That man that greeted him seemed strangely familiar, but he couldn't point out exactly why. He couldn't remember when and where he had met him before and even so, that strange familiarity didn't go away.
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Post by Spain on Feb 26, 2010 11:30:36 GMT -5
Antonio frowned as he stared after Afonso, watching him communicate with the young man at the end of the beach. You'd never know if he was an enemy pirate, or even someone he could snatch up and reap a healthy ransom for. He reached over to his jacket and grabbed a small pistol--his halberd was lying beside him, but he was in no strength to use it now--and tensed, waiting a bit to see what would happen next.
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Post by England on Feb 26, 2010 11:46:45 GMT -5
After he finished cursing the beach ball and the rest of the crew, Lovi turned his attention back to the outsider - who Afonso was suddenly talking too. Tensing, he splashed his way over to the beach and came up beside Antonio, who's look of wariness worried Lovi - after all, he didn't know when his Boss would go crazy again. He did it once for their navigator, what would happen if he did it again? He cursed the fact that he'd left his pistol behind (for once - usually he hated even the idea of bringing it with him) and he crouched down beside his captain.
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Post by Portugal on Mar 2, 2010 20:48:43 GMT -5
The boy was so familiar, but he couldn't place it. Much like Antonio, Lovino and Arthur. But how remained the question. He paused, standing a few steps away from the new comer. Questions whirling about in his mind.
"Are you... I mean, is their a village nearby?" Where had this boy come from? If he had come from a nearby town, he was sure the rest of the crew would want to ransack it or something along those lines.
(Fail response was fail orz; -goes to corner-)
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Post by Brazil on Mar 3, 2010 22:48:48 GMT -5
"Oh well... Well, I guess there might be...! I don't know, really. I don't live around here."
The Brazilian tilted his head to the side as he answered, smiling a bit. He was still slightly bothered with the strange feeling that he had met that man before.
Oh well... Since he was being bothered by it, why not to ask?
"Uh, excuse me, I know this may sound a bit strange, but... Have we, by any chance, ever met before? You know... I have that weird sensation that I've seen you before."
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Post by Spain on Mar 4, 2010 10:47:00 GMT -5
Antonio looked between his first mate and the conversation of the other two men, green eyes flashing slightly as he held the small pistol. "Stay on your guard, sì? I'm not sure how this could turn out. "
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Post by England on Mar 5, 2010 0:07:02 GMT -5
Nodding and trying to hide the fact that his heart skipped a beat when his captains green eyes looked at him, or that his face turned a faint pink, Lovi turned his eyes back to the other two to watch what happened, silently hoping nothing bad would because Antonio looked about ready to go crazy again.
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Post by Portugal on Mar 8, 2010 19:00:15 GMT -5
Blinking at the question, he couldn't help but laugh. "I was wondering that same thing. Though I don't think we have..."
He smiled at the other, completely unaware of Antonio and Lovino watching them from afar. Extending his hand to the other in a small greeting. "I'm Afonso."
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