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by OOC: If you don't get the title reference, check this out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fc9nTcROQtw
BIC: The weather in Port-au-Prince was hot and damp, not at all what Capt'n Bellamy was inhabited to, having spent most of her time in the cold waters of Scandinavia. It was much too warm here, her long blue cloak, trousers and embroidered corset clinging to her skin a bit too much. Fortunately, her tricorn was protecting her eyes from the burning sunlight. She was walking through the darker streets, ignoring the stench of unwashed persons while making her way from the bay into the city. Wooden houses piled up against one another; she spotted several taverns and shops. A grocer was praising his fruits in a loud voice. Out of habit, her eyes looked around, focusing on random faces to see who'd make good members for her crew. If she didn't find anyone here, she'd have to go to Tortuga, something that displeased her. Tortuga may be the island of the pirates, the chaos and anarchy there made her fidgety; she liked being in charge, having authority. And there was no authority on Tortuga.
She had gunners, two surgeons she had grabbed from an overtaken ship's crew, one cook, enough deckhands, even a 14-hears-old cabin boy, but she needed a new master-at-arms, one or two carpenters, some powder monkeys, a boatswain and a navigator. The last ship they had attacked had brought in gold and riches, but many of her crew had died.
She arrived at the tavern she had heard of, the Octopus, and went in, her two mates behind her. The left one was her second mate, a dark-haired girl with a mid-length braid, dressed only in men's clothing and a vest, while the other one was her first mate, another girl with a bicorn on her dirty blonde hair, wearing a green tunic with a large belt, a short cape, trousers and sea boots. All three were equipped with sabers, quality pistols and knives, and carried gold rings, bracelets and rich brooches to pin their cloaks. They were dressed to impress; if they wore indicators of wealth and success, crew members were easier to come along.
Capt'n Bellamy found a table next to a wooden pillar and ordered rhum for all three of them.
"You see a recruit, you tell me," she told them in a clear whisper. She may have been a pirate for most of her life, she still had manners, and the pirate accent had never quite gotten over her speaking like a highborn.
BIC: The weather in Port-au-Prince was hot and damp, not at all what Capt'n Bellamy was inhabited to, having spent most of her time in the cold waters of Scandinavia. It was much too warm here, her long blue cloak, trousers and embroidered corset clinging to her skin a bit too much. Fortunately, her tricorn was protecting her eyes from the burning sunlight. She was walking through the darker streets, ignoring the stench of unwashed persons while making her way from the bay into the city. Wooden houses piled up against one another; she spotted several taverns and shops. A grocer was praising his fruits in a loud voice. Out of habit, her eyes looked around, focusing on random faces to see who'd make good members for her crew. If she didn't find anyone here, she'd have to go to Tortuga, something that displeased her. Tortuga may be the island of the pirates, the chaos and anarchy there made her fidgety; she liked being in charge, having authority. And there was no authority on Tortuga.
She had gunners, two surgeons she had grabbed from an overtaken ship's crew, one cook, enough deckhands, even a 14-hears-old cabin boy, but she needed a new master-at-arms, one or two carpenters, some powder monkeys, a boatswain and a navigator. The last ship they had attacked had brought in gold and riches, but many of her crew had died.
She arrived at the tavern she had heard of, the Octopus, and went in, her two mates behind her. The left one was her second mate, a dark-haired girl with a mid-length braid, dressed only in men's clothing and a vest, while the other one was her first mate, another girl with a bicorn on her dirty blonde hair, wearing a green tunic with a large belt, a short cape, trousers and sea boots. All three were equipped with sabers, quality pistols and knives, and carried gold rings, bracelets and rich brooches to pin their cloaks. They were dressed to impress; if they wore indicators of wealth and success, crew members were easier to come along.
Capt'n Bellamy found a table next to a wooden pillar and ordered rhum for all three of them.
"You see a recruit, you tell me," she told them in a clear whisper. She may have been a pirate for most of her life, she still had manners, and the pirate accent had never quite gotten over her speaking like a highborn.
