Post by sweetiegail on Nov 8, 2005 11:24:18 GMT -8
((Sorry it's a little long; I didn't mention Aimee's friends so you can just make up a character.))
Aimee pulled back strands of copper loose ends as she fiddled with a dubloon. What was the use of thievary when you didn't know what to do with the money? In fact only of late did she feel empty inside; her purse was beginning to sag from coins unspent. The local bartender shook his head and she could vaguely hear, "Sixteen, poor, unmarried..." That was the last straw! She stormed out of the bar and into the night's cool air.
By the beach she recognized her favorite ship in the armada. She'd grown up on this island but even at sixteen she'd had thrills, tragedies, stories beyond one's wildest beliefs. And usually the adventures started with a simply decision to get off her arse and do something. Her favorite thing to do was to stow away on boats but this one in the armada... this one was different. Aimee had had her eye on the ship for a while. It's gold paint depicting, "St. Adelle" was fading but it was still royally built with the finest of woods and the best of construction. The girl was tall compared to the girls who had settled on the island; eight inches above five feet in fact. Due to this it was easier to pickpocket but not easier to hide... she ran behind bushes clumsily to watch the captain of "Adelle" speak to another man she didn't recognize.
"We need crew - the owner wants cargo; we'll be leaving in the morning but I need a full crew by then!"
"What happened to your crew? I heard they were the best around."
"The plague." Hidden sadness laid deep set in the captain's eyes and he wouldn't say anymore.
That was all Aimee had to hear; he wanted a crew: she knew a few people. She smiled to herself and crawled off of the shores to go find her friends. This was going to be interesting...
Aimee pulled back strands of copper loose ends as she fiddled with a dubloon. What was the use of thievary when you didn't know what to do with the money? In fact only of late did she feel empty inside; her purse was beginning to sag from coins unspent. The local bartender shook his head and she could vaguely hear, "Sixteen, poor, unmarried..." That was the last straw! She stormed out of the bar and into the night's cool air.
By the beach she recognized her favorite ship in the armada. She'd grown up on this island but even at sixteen she'd had thrills, tragedies, stories beyond one's wildest beliefs. And usually the adventures started with a simply decision to get off her arse and do something. Her favorite thing to do was to stow away on boats but this one in the armada... this one was different. Aimee had had her eye on the ship for a while. It's gold paint depicting, "St. Adelle" was fading but it was still royally built with the finest of woods and the best of construction. The girl was tall compared to the girls who had settled on the island; eight inches above five feet in fact. Due to this it was easier to pickpocket but not easier to hide... she ran behind bushes clumsily to watch the captain of "Adelle" speak to another man she didn't recognize.
"We need crew - the owner wants cargo; we'll be leaving in the morning but I need a full crew by then!"
"What happened to your crew? I heard they were the best around."
"The plague." Hidden sadness laid deep set in the captain's eyes and he wouldn't say anymore.
That was all Aimee had to hear; he wanted a crew: she knew a few people. She smiled to herself and crawled off of the shores to go find her friends. This was going to be interesting...