Well. I assumed he was. LOL.

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Uhhhh sexy overload. And just have him whatever age. o_o
Your bio's are FINE. LOL. A lot of people prefer to just RP straight away anyways. The personality and whatnot  can come later. ;D

Also.

Feel free to start. ;D!

((OKAY FIEN me first. LOL. If it's... Confusing. Feel free to ask questions. My style might be different to yours. ;D))

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Sand. What a funny thing it was.

Ella stared at the subtle change in the colour of the stuff as it disappeared underneath the constantly shifting water of the ocean. She stood, barefooted, watching the waves stroke the shore as the sun began to set on the horizon. The ship had been brought to a halt only an hour or so before on this little tropical island, currently on the trail of an injured phoenix. The Captain had seemed quite intent on tracking the fire bird down, at whatever cost. Apparently their feathers were awfully valuable... And if there was something the people on that ship loved... It was anything of  some value.

Natural. She supposed. Considering they were all pirates.

Sighing quietly through her nose, the red-headed young woman stretched her arms above her head, then turned her gaze further down the shore. The ship was anchored not that far off, the sound of raucous laughter floating towards where she stood, seeming to materialize out of the silence. It sounded like the crew were enjoying themselves. Drinking, probably. Well, that was hardly a surprise. It was a rather common occurance when the ship made port anywhere, especially if they happened to be staying over night, which, in this case, they were. Or at least Ella assumed they were... Tracking something like a phoenix was likely to take time, and the Captain probably wouldn't rush off until he heard something about the bird. It would be a terrible loss of money.

Sighing again, the noise muted as it slipped past her lips, Ella bent to pick up her boots, before she started heading back towards the ship. She had wanted to wait for Nemea, but doing so could have meant she'd have been waiting out here all evening. Nemea was awfully good at her job, probably one of the best trackers aboard the ship, so she tended to spend a decent amount of time scouting once they landed.

Shrugging to herself, Ella turned her eyes back to the seabound vessel, noting it's peculiar dark beauty in the quickly fading light as she walked towards it. The ship itself was incredibly large, and yet pretty speedy for it's size if truth be told. It's dark wood gleamed with a subdued malevolence in the orange rays of the setting sun, black sails down against the masts that stuck out stark against the sky. Huh. Funny how people could be frightened just by looking at it (It's reputation probably the cause of that).

It was amazing in it's own way, really.

 Saying that... Ella had lived on that thing for almost half her life... She was more than just a little used to it; Her personal opinion was most likely biased. To her, it wasn't really scary at all. It was home.

Shifting her boots into her other hand, the young woman stepped onto the plank that led straight up to the ships main deck, her feet making almost no noise as she ascended. She made her way quickly to the top, pausing to giggle at a group of somewhat tipsy pirates who were currently trying, and failing, to drink and dance at the same time. Honestly. If they didn't keep the noise down, Hook was probably going to storm up here and throw someone overboard.

Skipping quickly across the wide, varnished deck, Ella quickly sat herself on the rail on the far side of the ship, facing out towards the ocean. No matter how beautiful the island was, which is was, by anyone's standard, nothing would ever compare to the stunning majesty of the rolling ocean. Especially at times like these, when the lateness of the day set the water almost on fire. It was the one thing that had compelled Ella to join Hook's conquest, all those years ago when the crew had found her and brought her on board.

Yep. A pirate's life was most definately her calling. And she wouldn't change it for the world.

(LOLOL. First posts are always my worst. 8D))

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((Okaayyy so. I'll have to improvise with Hook here. xD I think he called for Nickolai and Beaux while inside his cabin. Both of those two are outside on deck LOL. So let's just... Say Hook dragged Harmony and Lukas outside. O_O If that's okay.))

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Ella had been lost in thought, her eyes focused firmly on the endless ocean, her ears filled with the merry noises of the male crew members drinking somewhere behind her. She had remained sat on the railing of the huge, dark ship; Moving only when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

She glanced over her shoulder in time to catch the Captains right hand man strolling towards her, and she threw him a fleeting sort of smile in greeting. Many people, to her experience, would have trembled at Nickolai's approach. Being as quiet and aloof as he was. It kind of stood to reason that people would be uncomfortable in his presence. Ella, unfortunately, wasn't one to notice a person's solitary aura, Nickolai's included, and as such, felt pretty much comfortable in anyone's presence. Even if it was probably smarter to fear certain people.

The red-head didn't speak until the Nickolai spoke, and she responded to his qestion with a slight shrug, turning her face towards the plank that led from the beach to the deck of the ship. "Not just yet." She said after a moments pause. "The landing group seem to be taking their time today. They might not show up until later this evening." Ella turned her face back to Nickolai, smiling slightly. "Any reason you wanted to know?" She asked, brows raised slightly.

As far as she knew, the ship wasn't supposed to set sail until later tomorrow, so it wasn't likely he was asking because they needed everyone aboard as soon as possible.

It was right about then there was the sound of a commotion, coming from somewhere below deck. A few seconds later, the Captain appeared, bringing two unrecognisable faces with him. Ella's already raised brows raised further, and she twisted her legs back over the railing so that she could plant both feet on the gleaming wood of the deck. Silence had fallen over the previously jovial crew, and many of them were openly glaring at the two that stood with Hook. The Captains voice resonated as he called both Nickolai and Beaux's names, and Ella took that moment to get a closer look at the two intruders.

There wasn't really much about the male, in Ella's opinion, but the girl certainly looked frightened enough. Her wet face betrayed the presence of her tears, and the red-head found herself idly wondering just what those two were doing here. Not to mention how they'd managed to get on the ship in the first place... Someone was probably going to pay the price for that later.

"Uh-oh." The young woman murmered under her breath as Hook declared what he wanted done with the young man. She waited idly for him to declare his decision regarding the girl, and it came as somewhat of a shock that he'd chosen to place her with Nemea. For one thing, Nemea was probably the third pirate on this ship with whom most of the other members had a great deal of respect, (And fear), after only the Captain and his First Mate, and the blonde wasn't all that accomodating with new blood to boot. Oh, dear.


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Well. What a waste of time that proved to be. Still. At least now they knew the Pheonix was definately on the island. Which meant it wouldn't be long at all before the group finally found the thing and put it out of it's misery. Unfortunately, it was starting to get late, and Nemea knew better than to keep a group of hungry men away from the ship too long. Not to mention deprive them of the chance to drink themselves stupid. Not that she couldn't handle them if they got a little rowdy, but she much preferred to keep her hands clean.

Exhaling heavily as she trod through the shores wet sand, Nemea allowed herself to stop thinking quite so much about her "plans" for tomorrow. After all, there was no rush to chase the bird. It was, as far as she could tell, injured to the extent it couldn't leave the island, which gave her and her little group of expert hunters plenty of time to track it in their own time. The island itself wasn't particularly big, which only served to increase their chances.

It didn't take long at all to reach the ship, an Nemea knew almost instantly that something was afoot. Drunk pirates were never this quiet.

Frowning slightly, the blonde made her way quickly to the plank that led to the deck, her boots making a quiet click as each one hit the wood. She paused to look at the group of men who had obviously been drinking, then turned her stormy grey gaze to the entrance that led below deck. The Captain stood in front of the door, with a young man and woman who were obviously not a part of this crew. With there being no inhabitants on this particular island, it was obvious those two had somehow made it onto the ship before they set sail on this particular journey.

That, naturally, meant they were not supposed to be there.

Nemea exhaled, eyes narrowed as she heard her name mentioned. If it had been anyone but the Captain deciding this, the blonde would have refused downright. Unfortunately, her respect for the man prevented her from arguing with him about it.

She stepped forward to get a better look at the girl, a couple of the burly men from her tracking group s*censored*ing at the idea of Harmony joining them; Silenced as Nemea glared flatly over her shoulder. For a woman, Nemea was formidable. Even by pirate standards. She was the tallest of the women on board, and her blunt ex,pression, silver blonde hair and stormy eyes even had some of the men feeling uncertain about challenging her.

Turning her attention back to the girl, Nemea chose to delibrately ignore the presence of the male. Hook had already sentenced him to beheading, so there was little use in acknowledging him now. The blonde spared a second to glance at Hook, before allowing a sigh to slip through her nose in resignation.

"Your discovery came a tad late." She said, her voice smooth and musical, despite the bite of cold steel that edged it. "Unfortunately, we are finished for today. You may, however, get yourself up here at the crack of dawn tomorrow. I suggest you don't be late." She paused, then sighed. "You're going to need a cabin."

"She can always stay with me." Ella said, stepping lightly between a couple of pirates. "I don't mind." The red-head shrugged. Truth was, she felt somewhat sorry for the girl. Even if she had been hitching a ride, or thieving, or whatever it was she was doing on the ship; she was about to lose her companion, and this ship wasn't exactly the friendliest to be on when you didn't know it. Not that Ella had ever really been bothered by that herself.

Nemea gave the younger a woman a look, before shrugging, walking over to the group that had previously been drinking, and helping herself to a bottle. She then went and stood by the ships railing, grey eyes focused on the lush greenery of the island beyond the ship.

Ella had made her way quickly to Harmony, before incling her head slightly towards Hook. "Captain." She said in a form of respectful greeting, before turning her moss green gaze to Harmony. "Well then. You'd better come with me." That said, the girl then gently took a hold of Harmony's upper arm, before heading through the door and down towards the cabins.

"So. What's your name?" Ella asked, looking over her shoulder. "And what exactly possessed you to climb aboard this particular ship?"

((LOLOL. Right. ;D))

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Mmmmmm. sexy man. 

Vin take all the time you need; Im in no hurry. ]]

((LOL. IMPATIENCE AND IMPROVISATION. 8D Okay here goes.))

Well. That little bubble of peace didn't last long.

Nemea had been hoping for something a little less noisy. She probably should have known, though. Drunk pirates?... They were never, ever quiet. They had that particular ability to make noise no matter what they were doing. It was probably her own fault anyway, for choosing to stay out here on deck, rather than retreat to her cabin for a quiet night as soon as she'd set foot on the ship.

She watched the group, having gone back to their drinks immediately after Hook had issued his orders. She managed to divert her attention elsewhere long enough to watch as Nickolai and Beaux half dragged, half carried, the male intruder off the ship. It didn't matter whether or not they did their job properly. The poor kid wouldn't survive on that island if he lived through whatever those two pirates were going to do to him. For one thing, there was no drinking water, nor was there anything remotely edible around. He faced a long, suffering death that way. Nemea could almost force herself to feel somewhat sorry for the guy.

Almost.

Exhaling through her nose, the blonde closed her eyes, then went back to her bottle; Once again focused on the drunken rabble, getting increasingly rowdy as the evening wore on.

It was just as the sun was setting, and the lanterns on ship were lit, that Nickolai and Beaux returned, the latter immediately jumping to the conclusion that his drink had somehow disappeared. The crews reaction to his question had Nemea raising her eyebrows. Oh ho. So now they were blaming her for it. Despite the fact that Beaux had been drinking out of a mug, and she had taken a bottle. Unless of course... Beaux had been planning to drink the bottle... In which case...

Nemea shrugged, pushing herself away from the ships railing, straightening her spine and looking at the white haired pirate with a flat sort of gaze. She took a quick swig from the half empty bottle in her hand, then promptly dropped it over the side of the ship without a seconds hesitation.

She glanced fleetingly over the railing towards the dark, glistening water below. Any other day and situation she might have been a little less abrupt. Unfortunately, she wasn't in that much of a good mood, and getting back to the ship to have the resident flirt throw a tantrum was just serving to irritate her further.

Looking back towards the deckhand, Nemea strode forward, wrapping an arm firmly around Beaux' neck. "I'm terribly sorry." She said, voice resonating with an exaggerated smile as she pulled the young man back to the railing of the ship. "There's still some left, though... Why not go get it?"

Almost as quick as a pirate might draw his sword, Nemea forced her arm forward, effectively pushing Beaux's head forward and over the railing. Using the deckhands own body weight against him, the blonde released her arm from his neck, and forced it under his legs, pushing him up. And straight over the side of the ship.

Yes. It was probably uncalled for. No. She didn't particularly care. It made her feel somewhat better at any rate. And Beaux didn't usually hold grudges. Besides. He was drunk. He might not even remember this tomorrow. And in truth. Beaux knew her well enough to know that it certainly wasn't anything personal.

Looking over the ship with a distracted ex,pression, a voice to Nemea's left made her turn her head.

"Ar. Little harsh, that, wasn' it lass?" A pirate with a bald and tattood head grumbled, looking at the ships railing. He then laughed, a low gutteral sound. "Fiery tonight, eh." He muttered. "Want to blow some of that steam off, missy?" He asked, pulling his sword from it's scabbard with a metallic whistle.

Well that just figured. Drunk pirates. Not only did they make way too much noise. They loved to fight. Or show off, was probably a better way to put it. Nemea could only stare at him for a minute, one side of her lips inching upward in the form of a intrigued smile. "If you wish." She leant over, stole another pirates sword from his scabbard, (Despite his protests), then went and stood in front of the bulky man with the bald head.

What followed was a very fast, very dangerous exchange of blows; Both drunken pirates and sober ones forming a circle around the fighting pair. There was an awful lot of noise involved, mostly made by the watching pirates jeering and yelling, which eventually died when the bald man ended up face down on the deck. He was then dragged away from the range of Nemea's sword, groaning all the while.

"You probably shouldn't drink so much before swinging that sword of yours around." Nemea said, holding her own borrowed blade over one shoulder. "It makes your aim a little awry." She sighed through her nose, then looked around at the other people on board. "Anyone else?" She offered, feeling more than willing to give a few of these drunken louts a little bit of exercise if they felt the need to throw themselves around. A few of them already looked quite up for it. Well that just figured.

((OH LOL. That was fun.))