When the Final Tear Plummets

[radannsun]

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Eyes the color of thick smoke, the woman peered out from beneath her cowl at the roiling stormclouds that blocked the sun, sending the waves into a frenzy. Her pale skin seemed to grow still paler. Suddenly a gust of wind whipped back the hood, black hair streaming out on the wind and whipping the cloak back from a youthful body dressed in supple leathers. Legs outspread, arms crossed,her eyes seemed to grow still darker as she watched the impending storm from the deck.
"El Capitan!" The crusty first mate shouted to be heard above the raging wind.
She turned, stony face impassive. One eyebrow rose, a command the man had long since learned to obey, and quickly.
"There is a sound within 15 knots of here. Should I give the order?"
Her lips thinned dangerously. "We're riding this one out, Enrique. The nobility detests being detained for overly long, as I'm sure you know..." She drew out the last word, daring him to contradict her.
"Of course, m'lady."
"Trim the sails. No one comes on deck without a lifeline. And make sure the helmsman is relieved before schedule."
The first mate hurried off, shouting at the top of his lungs to be heard above the storm. She turned back to her silent vigil, even as the sheets of rain began to slant down from the heavens above. Everyone upon her vessel would be in for a long night. The glower upon her full lips would have alerted any of her crew to the state of mind she was in. Orders were orders; she didn't have to agree with them.

[Keitaro]

(kinda new to roleplaying... but here goes... my character is an old friend of mine, Arahenion, one of the nobles aboard the ship. i think that's all u really need to know right now...)

He ducked as he walked up from belowdecks. The glare on his face showed his displeasure. He spotted the captain and walked toward her. His long blonde hair clung to his face. He brushed a few offending strands from his face with some irritation. "How much longer will it be?" he asked, his quiet voice seeming to ride with the storm. "We can brook no delay."

(better now Gradd?)

[Jgains]

OOC: you know it helps when you change your color to a specific color when role playing kind of like I always use red

[radannsun]

Captain Mireya Gallais, her back to the passenger, spoke hauntingly soft. The wind must have affected it, dulling the inflections while wrapping it in extra layers of sound. "You overstep your boundaries, Sir. Unless you are capable of abating the hurricane bearing down from the northeast, you have no business here. I haven't the time for petty arguments over something out of our control."
She turned then, locking her unwavering gaze on his. "And upon this ship, I am king; all around us lies my kingdom. When I say that no man shall come up on deck withouit a lifeline, my command is to be obeyed. Good day, Sir."
Captain Gallais stalked off, snapping orders. "Two clicks to starboard, Felipo. Someone stop that infernal rope from smashing against the mast. And what is that barrel doing on deck? How many times will it take before you finally get it through your thick skulls that unless it's bolted down, it is to be moved to the cargo-hold during a storm? Move, you lazy pigs!"
The five-man skeleton crew scurried back and forth, determined not to catch her eye. The Captain was in one of her moods. This was when she was most unpreditable, most dangerous. There would be no loitering tonight. They spared one sympathetic glace toward the stranger before continuing their work.

OOC: thanx, will remember that.

[Keitaro]

Arahenion watched the Captain as she walked away. Her comments seemed to phase him little. He turned and sighed as he walked back to his cabin.

[radannsun]

Ignacio, the first mate of Vuelo Acaso, approached Mireya warily at her post near the mainmast. The wind buffeted them violently, driving pellets of hard rain into his face, soaking through his fur-lined clothing. Captain Gallais glanced at him once, but her gaze quickly returned to the approaching wave, nearly thirty feet straight up. A few more crests, and it would be upon them.
“Yes?”
He swallowed, before venturing, “Perhaps you could…you know, command this storm to subside…” His voice trailed off at the glare he received.
Ignacio breathed a swift sigh of relief when she turned away, apparently devoting all her attention to the hurricane’s fringes. As he hurried below decks, he murmured softly, “It’s not as if she hasn’t done it before…”