Stormy Seas

[japan]

Will could see the moonlight through the floor boards of the ship's upper deck. The motion of the ship made him a little dizzy but otherwise he stayed where he was. After all he was a stow away and he didn't want to be found because he would probably be thrown in jail. He huddled closer in on himself for warmth and hoped the journey would soon be near it's end.

Now the reason Will was stowing away was because no one within the United Kingdom wanted to hire him. Despite his workmanship and his hands where very quick. He even tried to perform magic on the streets for food but that only sustained him for a week or so. Now with knew hopes of a job in the Americas he stowed away on this ship after he heard some crew members loudly gloated, thanks to the alcohol, that they were off to the new world with some very good valuables. Will just hoped whatever on the ship wasn't being targeted by pirates.

[England]

Through the telescope, Arthur could see their next target floating along the Atlantic ocean, on its way to America. The fat little merchant ship was weighed down with what the green-eyed man hoped was enough goods that they could finally make a decent profit - and finally go back to good old fashioned pirating. Sometimes he thought that privateering cramped his style - having to ignore certain targets because the Queen said so, when some of them were obviously ripe for the pickings always rankled him.

But a promise was a promise and this time there was nothing standing in his way of taking down that ship and making some quick money. Having taken on so many crew members in the last few months, he'd found that the amount of money that Her Majesty sent his way didn't cover everyones needs. Alfred ate enough for three people. Lily needed to have more medical equipment (and he really couldn't let such a young lady have just one set of clothes. It was like having a sister for once, and the undeniable urge to let her dress up even as it wasn't conventional on the ship always was too great). For some reason, James needed fresh meat and grains (he refused to ask. EVER. What James did with those...). And Saorise... drank a lot. More than Arthur could manage.

So, the ship in their sights, named the Bella Swan, was going to help fund his people's needs. "Alright men..." he paused, looking to Lily, before coughing and continuing on. "and women, of course. In a few moments, we're going to be boarding that ship." he gestured with a sweep of the arm out to sea, "and taking whatever we can carry. Any questions?" he asked dryly, observing his crew with a proud eye.

[Ireland]

Saoirse listened to her younger brothers orders, or at least half listened, leaning against the side of the ship. And it wasn't like she was purposely only half-listening. For once she actually couldn't help it. Ever since she'd woken up that morning, her head had felt like it was in a fog. Like she was forgetting something very important...

But she couldn't imagine what that could be.

It was only when James piped up (more like shouted) that she paid full attention to what Arthur was talking about.

"Oi! Not to be rude or anything mate... But is the ship seriously called the Bella Swan?" The Australian asked, a bushy eyebrow raised. "Cause no offense, but that sounds like the name of some sheila in one of Al's stories."

Saoirse couldn't help but agree with him there, snickering slightly at the comment before pushing herself off from her post. "Gotta agree with the rugrat there. It does sound like something Al would come up with."