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Sadness. There was an awful lot of sadness on this girl's face. Not that Ella could particularly blame her... She had, afterall, been on deck when Nickolai and Beaux had taken the young man from the ship. His fate was already sealed, and this young woman obviously knew it. The red-head exhaled quietly through her nose, pausing just outside her cabin before opening the door and stepping inside, being sure to pull Harmony gently in with her.

"It's nice to meet you, Harmony." Ella said, opening her arms to the room with a slight smile. "It's not much. But I figured it might be easier for you to stay with someone, rather than go to a cabin alone. Everything considered."

The cabin was small, naturally, but cosy in a peculiar way. There were two beds, one on each side of the room, both adorned with cream coloured sheets. The walls, although consisting of the same dark wood as the rest of the ship, looked particularly elegant in the glowing light of the lantern that swung gently from the ceiling. The porthole on the opposite wall was big enough to let in plenty of light, although, at the moment, the only thing that could be seen outside was the clear, starry sky. Ella spent a moment looking at it, then smiled back over her shoulder at Harmony.

"Yeah. I figured." She answered to Harmony's answer to her previous question with a sad smile. "Not many people are brave enough to attempt stealing from Hook, however." She paused, staring with campassion as the girl's emotions began to form in the shape of tears. Oh, dear... Despite being a pirate... It was hard to be too cold shouldered with someone who was so upset. Well. It was with Ella. As heartless as she sometimes had to be, it would be pointless acting that way now. After all, this girl... Would be part of the crew from this day forward.

"It might not... Help right now. But the pain will lessen. I'm sorry you had to go through what you did." The red-head stepped forward into the room, slipping off a necklace before placing it into a nearby chest of drawers. "Not many people survive getting near this ship with the intention of taking something." The young woman smiled as she closed the drawer, straightening herself up and looking back towards Harmony. "In fact. There's only one other person I know of who got out of that situation alive."

Shrugging to herself, she walked back to the other girls side, glancing around the room. "It's not much. But it's home." Ella paused. "Come on." She said suddenly. "Let's get you something to eat. I can't imagine you've had anything for a while... The ships been docked a couple of days... And I doubt you'd got into the food store safely in that time."

Gently taking a hold of Harmony's arm again, Ella led the way out of her cabin, and further down the dimly lighted hallway. A couple of turns later, and the two emerged into a large room, very similar to the cabin. This room, however, contained a number of large, dark tables, surrounded with stools and chairs. Lanterns, again, swung gently from the ceiling, and the portholes around each side of the room let in the beauty if the night sky outside. There was a bar over one end, as well as another door that led to another corridor. On the girls' right, there was a second door, this one leading down into the stores below.

"Wait just here." Ella gently sat Harmony on a nearby stool, before disappearing down a side door, and into another room underneath the dining hall. She retrieved a number of foodstuffs from the stores down there, fruit, bread, and a couple of slices of preserved meat.

Heading back up into the hall, the red-head quickly made her way back to the newcomer. She hadn't any worries about leaving the girl up here alone... It wasn't likely she'd run for it, not here. There was far too much of a chance she'd get caught again, and then, of course, the Captain would end up having to do something more drastic.

"Here." Ella murmered, placing the food on the table in front of Harmony. She walked away only long enough to retrieve a flagon of fresh water and a cup, before seating herself opposite to the girl. "We'll eat down here. It's quieter." Ella smiled, taking an apple. "Men get rowdy after a couple of pints... Try to eat something. It'll help. I promise."

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Well. Nemea certainly had her work cut out for her, going by the faces on a couple of the older crew members. A few of them seemed more than eager, already heading for their swords. Alcohol, it seemed, gave men a certain amount of bravery they might otherwise lack. It was certainly true in this case.

The lanters on deck cast a baleful glow, the dark wood of the ship gleaming under the crew members feet. Somewhere to Nemea's right, the quiet groans of Victor could still be heard, as he nursed his now sore head, joined only with the gentle sounds of the sea rolling under the huge, floating craft. The island to her left was almost black in the inky darkness, the seas expanse, just as black, reflecting only starlight.

The blonde exhaled, looking idly at a pirate who had already drawn his sword. It was just as he was about to take a step towards her, that the sound of another set of boots reached her ears. Sharp as they were, Nemea was more than able to locate that sound immediately, and turned her face to gaze at the oncoming Captain as the surrounding pirates slipped into silence. Well, well. This was a surprise. Or, perhaps not. She didn't mind, either way. The Captain was a challenge. One she was more than willing to take on. Besides. This wouldn't be the first time she faced him. And it wouldn't be the last, either.

Stepping across so that she faced the dark-haired Hook head on, she quirked an eyebrow slightly as he started speaking.

A small, barely visible smile fleetingly touched her lips at his obvious tact. Three years she had been with this crew. Three years he had not changed in the slightest. It wasn't him, really, that had her amused. It was more the fact she was facing him. The Captain wasn't a pushover. And Nemea would much rather fight him than one of the drunks. It required far more skill, for one thing. A good deal of cunning, for another.

"How very considerate of you, Captain." The blonde replied in smooth voice, bowing ever so slightly in response to Hook's. Strightening up, she glanced quickly over to the pirate from whom she had borrowed her sword, and, holding it at the blade, threw it back to him. She then leant over just long enough to grasp the hilt of a sword hidden within one of her boots, taking out a second one from the other with her other hand. They were shorter than an ordinary sword, yes. But not by much.

Holding both glinting weapons loosely at her sides, she outright smiled, a challenge in that ex,pression. "Naturally not." She responded to the Captain's final words, barely waiting a heartbeat before shooting forward. She held one blade in front defensively, the other she brought around to strike at the Captains hooked arm. She didn't strike flesh, but managed to make a sizeable cut in arm of the Captains coat before pulling away from him, her movements fast and sure. She came to a sudden halt behind the Captain, having moved around him, the point of one sword mere inches from the back of his neck. "Your move, Captain." She muttered, her eyes narrowed as she braced herself, her other sword ready at her side.

This was certainly going to get interesting... And very, very quickly.

((Just adding Victor for now. c;

It'll. Take more thinking for Hook's brother. c; Besides. He won't be in here for a while. Not until later. c;))

Name:
Victor Mondal.

Age:
30

Gender:
Male

Looks:
Victor stands at 5'10", and is built along the same lines as your typical wrestler; Quite bulky and very muscular. His arms are decorated with numerous tattoos, alongside one on the back of his neck, and another behind his left ear. He is clean shaven, bald and all, and usually harbours a stern looking ex[injection]pression on his face. His eyes are a very, very dark brown, and his dark brows give him the look of an eagle about to swoop. He wears the usual pirate garb, his loose shirt revealing most of his arms, and dark trousers/Black boots.

Personality:
Cheerful usually, despite his fierce looks. He greatly enjoys the company of his fellow crew members, and is known to enjoy himself when the drinks start flowing. His respect for the Captain means he's usually more than willing to undertake any task set by him, and is often seen treating the Captain more as a friend, rather than an authoritative figure.
Victor is fearless, willing to face anything thrown his way, especially if it means protecting the ship and his home.

Abilities:
Like most pirates, Victor is incredibly good with a sword, especially his scimitar, his favourite weapon. His bulk and muscular build means he's more than capable of fighting bare handed, and will do willingly if he has no weapons to hand. He works on the ship with the rigging, as well as other more difficult jobs, such as heavy lifting. He also accompanies the landing group on the odd occasion.

Other:
Uh. An older member of the crew who survived the betrayal. ;o

((SO EXCITED FOR EVERYTHING LOLOLOL.))

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((Adding this so I have it.))

Name:
Kane (Blackbeard) Jones

Age:
32

Gender:
Male.

Looks:
Typical pirate. Also, being Hook's older brother, he is very similar in appearance save for an ever so slight darkening of the eyes. His facial hair is also as similar, though slightly more grown out. Kane has a number of scars, many of them on his arms from previous fights. He dons the usual pirate garb of dark trousers, a dark, loose fitting shirt and coat. He sometimes wears a matching hat. c; Pirate-y. You get the idea.

Personality:
Pff. Cold. Cruel. Sadistic. Basically everything negative about any personality. He doesn't know how to love, nor even remotely cares. He works towards his own ambitions, and will gladly and willingly sacrifice the lives of his crew members and complete strangers to get it if need be. Heck. He might even sacrifice them anyway. He despises his brother, and anyone who questions him usually ends up face down in the ocean. He rules his ship completely by fear, although in all honesty, many of his crew are exactly like him, though they still fear him to some extent. He's ruthless, cunning, and darn near heartless. He almost seems to enjoy making people suffer, physically and emotionally, and will lose absoluotely no sleep over it.

Abilities:
Incredibly good with any sort of sword, as well as hand-to-hand combat. He also has an uncanny ability to trick people to their deaths, a system he loves to use just for the sake and joy of using it. He's good with words, has an awful lot of physical strength, and also enjoys using heavier weapons; Such as his battleaxe. c;

Other:
Not really.

[[ Oh my word, that bromance is brewing.

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I like it. 

I like it a whole lot.

-secretly ships- -cough- what? o_o

And oh man oh man oh man.

Bella and Harmony x Nick all in one room.

My shippers heart! It can't take much more~

ok so.

I have exams this week so don't expect anything soon.

but I love you all.

And our ships. 

I just seriously can't ignore my other rp's and keep posting here so. Next week it is. :D ]]

((Oh, Twin. The pain you cause me. LOL. And that. Wasn't supposed to come out that way I don't think. But OH WELL. GETOUTLOL. O_O

Also that other woman. Ava. She's pretty awesome. o_o AND LOL. Leader of the runaways omg. xD

Hook's brother must... I dunno. Collect body parts or something. o_o AHAHA. xD)

Upping this~

It was a hard thing to do, to convince someone everything was going to be okay when it so obviously wasn't. Ella had never been in the same sort of position as Harmony, and was probably unable to grasp just how painful it was for the shorter girl. Unfortunately, all she could do was be reas.suring. Something Harmony wasn't too likely to find from anyone else on the ship.

Taking a quick bite of the apple she held, the red-head allowed her thoughts to slip to her own inclusion into the crew. It had been quite straightforward, painful in it's own way, but not by fault of the Captain of any of his men. Ella had once lived in a small sea-side dwelling, a quiet, sublime sort of place, with her parents. It had been the sort of place fishing folk usually reside, very few visitors, where everyone pretty much knew everyone else.

The attack had been fast,. Too fast to comprehend. Sea brigands, Pirates, had taken it upon themselves to have a bit of fun. Naturally, this consisted of nothing but wholesale slaughter, a slaughter only she had somehow managed to live through. She could honestly never say how, she couldn't remember. But she had been found a few days later, half-unconcious, by none other than Nemea and her small group of landing pirates. Luckily for her, it turned out Hooks crew had been following the previous visitors, and due to Ella's passing involvement, she was taken aboard ship for questioning.

For some reason unknown to her, Ella had not been thrown off board after she had been able to provide information. Instead, she was placed to work with the weapon-smith on the ship, acting almost as his apprentice. The old man was no longer with them, having lost his life only a month or so ago, but the young woman had certainly learned enough to be a useful addition to Hooks crew.

Sighing quietly, Ella glanced at her now eaten apple, before throwing it with surprising accuracy into a nearby bin. She then looked over towards Harmony, about to part her lips when the sound of footsteps dragged her eyes towards the door that led into the room.

Beaux walked in, looking... Well. Like he'd gone for a swim. The image took a moment or two to make any sense, and when it finally did, Ella had to exercise a good deal of restraint to clamp her mouth shut and not laugh at the guy. What in the heck was he doing going out into the ocean at this time?... She watched his approach amusedly, picking up a nearby slice of meat as he plonked himself down next to Harmony.

It took only a few seconds for Ella to realise that something was seriously not right with this situation, and she looked up in time to catch the new girls face and the look of absoloute murder there.

Ohhhh, no. Crap. The red-head could only watch with a sinking feeling in her gut as Beaux held out his hand towards Harmony. She would have, if possible, tried to warn the young man with a few vigorous head shakes, but that was in no way going to work here. For one thing, Harmony would have noticed it without a doubt, and everything would have spiralled downhill faster than you could say "ship".

Unfortunately, it all went downhill anyway, as the first mate suddenly strode into the room with obvious purpose. Oh god what was this. Ella stood slowly, leaving her food forgotten on the table as Harmony jumped to her feet within the same second; The sound of wood hitting wood breaking the silence as her stool fell to the floor. She remained quiet as the girl went to stand at one end of the room.

Ella exhaled, then looked exasperatedly at Beaux. "Did you HAVE to do that?" She asked in a hoarse whisper. "Or did you not remember just disposed of her companion?" Ella sighed, throwing a glance over at Nick. "And what is he doing down here." She asked, almost of herself. Wasn't like the first mate to follow anyone around.

Sighing again, she stepped away from thew table, and towards Harmony. She didn't say anything, anything she did say probably wouldn't help anyway. She she chose to offer the girl an easier option.

"Would you prefer to go somewhere else?" The young woman asked quietly. "Back to the cabin, maybe?... Sleep might do you some good.... I can bring you a bundle of food if you'd like to eat there." Ella smiled, a genuine sort of smile, before throwing a glance over her shoulder at the men in the room. "And... Beaux. You might want to get changed. If the Captain slips on this wet floor, we'll all end up pointing our fingers at you."

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The stance Nemea had taken was one entirely of preparation. Naturally, she knew, things were going to get a hell of a lot more difficult from here, and probably faster paced too. Gripping her unused sword firmly in her other hand, she shifted her feet ever so slightly to ready herself for whatever it was the Captain had planned.

His first reaction was anticipated, and the blonde took a quick step back as he suddenly flashed around, lifting her blade just in time to catch his before it landed on one of her shoulders. The sound of the crew in the background was meaningless noise. At least, it was until this fight was over; And the steely ring of metal on metal was the only sound Nemea really noted with any interest. Her entire demeanor was focused, gray eyes narrowed, muscles tensed to balance the force of Hook's moves.

The entire ship rang with constant clangs, whistles and cheering; The night sky eerily silent except for the noises emanating from the sea-bound craft.

The fight had lasted a few moments, Nemea and her Captain exchanging equal blows until she made one slight, but otherwise fatal mistake. She slowed her pace, entirely at the wrong time, allowing Hook to manouver his way around her. Unfortunately, she was unable to turn her own body fast enough to prevent what happened next. The force against the back of her legs pretty much caught her entirely off balance; And the blonde hit the deck hard with a quiet yell of surprise.

She gritted her teeth, jaw set as she braced her arms to lift herself up. The Captains sudden appearance had her abandoning that move and lifting her blades to meet his attack, though that never came. His somewhat more relaxed approach had her raising an eyebrow quizically at him, morphing into something only partway amused as he started talking. Her other brow raised to meet the first, as the blonde made a quiet snorting noise in the back of her throat.

"I never quit." Was all Nemea said, as, with a surprising amount of speed and grace, brought one leg up and swung it towards him; The leg catching Hook firmly in his side, the force more than enough to push him straight over and onto the deck beside her. As quick as a flash, she pushed herself up and straight over the Captain, pushing one knee firmly into his chest, both of her short swords crossed over the man's neck. Now in the stronger position, as he had been mere seconds before.

She looked at him for a second or two, before smiling, leaning more body weight onto her knee as she lowered her face ever so slighty. "And what was that?... You're not enjoying this?" She asked, listening in passing to the jeers and constant whistling of the crew. "That's a pity. Allow me to make it more exciting for you."

That said, the blonde lifted one of her swords, pressing the blade lightly against the man's small scar that resided on his cheek. "How about opening an old wound, hm?"

The ship feels in these posts are just too much I can't take it like someone kill me now too late the ships did.

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((*Gigglesnort*... Also. Nice name change, Vin. c;))

((Ohhh, Vin, Vin, Vin. LOL.

You honestly have no idea. HOW excited I got when I saw I had an alert this morning. And it told me this thread had a post. And then I saw that it wasn't a post. LOL. I nearly cried. ;o;

Ilu still, though. c: <3))

 -gives Kelly false hope that Vin posted with this alert- 

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ilu too. c:  

((You're so mean. LOL.))

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