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Post by England on Apr 25, 2010 16:44:25 GMT -5
Coming into port, Arthur came to the realization as to why he'd never been to Boston before. Everything he could see about the city - from the buildings, to the streets, to the ships, to even the dark waters - made him... agitated. Not quite angry, not quite sad, but it set him on edge and he didn't know why. Perhaps there was some magic reason about it, perhaps it was the air - whatever it was, Arthur didn't want to be there. If it wasn't for the fact that for once they were doing an honest job of bringing cargo over from Britain, he'd say fuck it and go the other way.
Pacing the deck with an irate expression on his face, his posture screamed 'stay away from me' as he waited for the dock master to come and see their cargo. He couldn't wait to have the stuff unloaded so he could set back out to sea and not stop until they hit - oh, he didn't know, maybe Brazil? - just somewhere way far away from here.
"What is taking him so long?" he snarled under his breath, impatient to go.
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Post by Australia on Apr 25, 2010 21:47:28 GMT -5
Lazily James watched Arthur pace back and forth. And if he was getting dizzy just from watching, he could only imagine how dizzy the captain could possibly be. Honestly, the captain had been agitated ever since they had landed in Boston. Hell, he had even snapped at Lily earlier when she had asked him if he was okay. Something James was sure he never saw happen.
So, completely ignoring the captains 'stay away from me' posture, James strode over with his hands in his pockets. "You're gonna grow wrinkle if you keep scowling like that pom."
Granted, he realized belatedly calling the Brit a pom was not the best of ideas.
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Post by America on Apr 26, 2010 8:47:54 GMT -5
Getting a job was always the best feeling, thought one Alfred F Jones, a teenager with blonde hair and a big, stupid grin on his face. Today he was set to join some ship he'd never heard of, The Grim or something like that.
At the age of 19, the fresh-faced American teenager was more than ready to get to work. Strolling the streets of Boston, he felt a strange excitement running through his veins; whispered voices crying revolution! in the back of his mind. The very thought (even if he had no idea where it came from) sent his pace just a little bit quicker, and the blonde's lips quirked into a cocky smirk as he reached the docks. Time to find the Grim.
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Post by England on Apr 29, 2010 10:14:31 GMT -5
The normal exasperation he felt when James said something insulting was replaced by a burning anger at the boy who taunted him. So much like... like... who? He growled as he thought for a moment that James was blond... (why blond?)
"James." his voice was practically emnating his anger. "Piss. The. Fuck. Off." he snarled, pushing the boy back. He wasn't aware of how hard he shoved, or how close to the rail they both were until the australian boy was falling over the edge.
Thrown into the Boston harbor, he became angrier at the thought and some illogical part of him wondered if the water would taste of tea.
... what the hell was wrong with him?
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Post by Australia on May 1, 2010 0:27:33 GMT -5
A loud, colorful, string of curses escaped James as he flailed his arms out trying to keep his balance. This proved impossible however, the Australian losing his balance completely when his back hit the railing. And then the world turned upside down and he was sent tumbling straight into the water below. The impact stunned him, as did the freezing water. It only took a moment or two for his brain to register what had happened. And then James was trying his hardest to make it back to the surface.
Captain or not. Arthur was so dead for this!
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Post by America on May 5, 2010 9:42:14 GMT -5
Alfred beamed as he approached the large ship, a skip in his step as he saw the side. The Grim. This was it, wasn't it? This was his new job. A new chance, a new opportunity, to be a hero, to fight crime, to--
"Piss. The. Fuck. OFF!"
As Alfred looked up, he blinked--seeing a man falling into the grimy blue of the Atlantic. Gasping, the American man ran to the docks edge, shouting, "HANG ON, I'M COMING!" before leaping into the water, clothes still on. There was no hesitation--and of courses not!
He was a hero, after all.
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Post by England on May 6, 2010 20:08:59 GMT -5
Trying to push the unwanted feelings away, Arthur nearly jumped those few steps forward, staring down at the sea that had swallowed James. Damn. Damn - bloody damn! He thought as he began to really realize what he'd just done.
Just as he was starting to shuck his heavy overcoat to go and help pull the Aussie boy out of the water he saw a blond blur jump into the water near where James went down, the splash echoing oddly off the side of the Grim. Feeling rather stunned, he stopped what he was doing and just stared.
Where in the world had that come from?
(bleh xD; I apologize for the failure that is this post)
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Post by Australia on May 9, 2010 15:19:54 GMT -5
Coughing up some water when he resurfaced, James did not know how to feel. Incredibly relieved that he was alive. Incredibly pissed off he had been thrown overboard for no apparent reasons besides the fact Arthur has a stick up his arse (which wasn't exactly new). Or embarassed beyond belief that he had been rescued by a complete stranger. Saved from drowning. He opted for a mixture of both as he and the blond who had jumped into help him made their way to the dock, James shoving his hair back when he hand hauled himself onto dry land.
"Er, thanks." He mumbled, glancing at the unexpected hero, before away. Embarrassment was wining out on the other emotions.
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Post by America on May 10, 2010 17:25:25 GMT -5
Surprisingly, the other man was light; Alfred had little to no trouble lifting him and swimming out of the water. Setting the Australian down on the deck, Alfred leapt out of the water and grinned, adjusting his soaking wet hair. The American wiped his glasses and beamed, "You alright? Jeez. Ahahaha, no need to thank me, I'm a hero~"
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Post by England on Jun 2, 2010 23:55:30 GMT -5
Letting out a faintly relieved gust of air, Arthur clutched the railing until his knuckles turned white as he leaned as far as he could over it. He nearly called out, to ask James how he was, but stopped himself. Guilt lodged the words in his throat and he had to look away. What kind of captain was he to toss crewmembers overboard - especially ones as loyal as the australian.
His self-flaying thoughts were interrupted by a raindrop landing on his hand, quickly followed by more. Staring at his hand, at that innocent bit of water, he felt himself tearing up, horribly sad and confused and not even able to understand why. Taking quick steps away from the rail, the door to his cabin slammed shut behind him as he hid away, trying to understand what was going on.
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Post by America on Jun 3, 2010 9:29:39 GMT -5
Alfred sat with the Australian until the large ship came to bob in front of them to catch it's fallen crew member. The American flashed a pearly grin to the man and sat back on his hands, watching the giant ship loom in the distance. "So what happened anyway? I feel like a klutz shouldn't be on a ship like that. Unless that guy pushed you...?"
(I'D LIKE TO POINT OUT ALL OF OUR FONTS? AMERICAN COLORED.)
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Post by Australia on Jun 24, 2010 23:18:40 GMT -5
"Pissed my captain off," he frowned a little, getting to his feet and wringing out his shirt. Yeah, pissed him off by trying to get him to lighten up. He glanced at the other, cocking his head to one side. The blond seems awfully familiar, not that he could place how.
The sudden drops of rain cause his attention. James looked up at the sky, before groaning. "Just my luck. Now it rains!"
Shaking his head he started back towards the ship, glancing over his shoulder. "C'mon mate! I'll nab us some dry clothes and something warm to drink!"
He didn't wait for an answer though. He had something to do. The scowl returned as he walked up the gang plank, making a beeling for the captain's door and slamming it open. "What. The. Fuck?"
(Ahahaha this is fail. But you are right XD AMERICAN COLORED!)
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Post by England on Aug 5, 2010 13:08:30 GMT -5
(lulz. I REALIZE NOW why I didn't reply to this sooner. America, you bloody idiot, you jumped the gun XD I was waiting for you to post, but you posted ahead of Aussie and messed with my head.)
When his door burst open, Arthur was already a good half-way through his first bottle of hard rum. He figured that getting right pissed right now would alleviate any bad feelings this stupid place was giving him - but it wasn't helping. In fact, he felt worse and, in an oddly out-of-body moment he wondered why he was complaining about a 'stupid american' under his breath. He didn't even really know any Americans!
But slowly his mind caught up to him and he blearily peered up at James. "Yer okay? Sh'good." he slurred out, tongue wandering away without him. "Wash worried - stupid fuckin' port rubbin me the wrong way... din't fink I h-had the strength t'toss ya like tha. Stupid fuckin' 'mericans and their pissin port. N'all tha wasted tea..."
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Post by America on Aug 12, 2010 10:39:01 GMT -5
(  MY BAAAD ~)
Alfred couldn't help but stare. He'd heard wonderful things about ship captains his whole life--how they were brave, and cunning, and fearless...
...this just looked like a drunkard who needed an eyebrow wax.
It was strange though; he almost looked familiar. Shaking off that train of that, Alfred frowned, looking down at the other through the rims of his square glasses. "Hey, man, that wasn't very cool to do, shoving your guy off the deck like that! Some captain you are." |
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Post by Australia on Aug 18, 2010 15:02:01 GMT -5
(I had wondered why no one had posted in this for a while XDD)
James had been prepared to yell. He really had. A dozen insults had been on the tip of his tongue.
And then he saw how drunk the captain was. And worse of all, the Austrlian knew Arthur really was sorry. Groaning he dragged a hand through his hair, muttering something to himself. And why the hell did the captain keep rambling on about tea? That really made no sense what so ever to him. Maybe he wanted some? Reall, James had to wonder some days if his captain was fully there.
He glanced back at the blond who had helped him out. Not being able to keep himself from laughing. And he really had to agree. For all extentive purposes, that was probably not the best impression to make on a new comer. But... "Eh, he's an okay captain once you get to know 'im. Just has a short temper..."
Okay, so today his temper had been even shorter then usual. But James was willing to let it go...
He'd just bring this incident up next time he got in trouble.
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MY BAAAD ~)