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Post by Daz on Nov 13, 2007 20:20:11 GMT
I can hear the men, working. I should be up there with them... I should be doing everything with them. I shouldnt segregate myself, just because I can. I should just... go for it. And not care.. and deal with the pain.
I should be used to the pain.
.. But I know once it hits me, i'll give in again.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 13, 2007 20:23:37 GMT
Once everything is aboard we are good to go. Following the captains orders, I work along with the rest of the crew to get the sails hoisted and the anchor lifted from the bottom of the harbour. The labour's hard after a night of drinking, but I welcome it nevertheless, knowing I found my way to the ocean again.
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Post by Daz on Nov 13, 2007 20:27:19 GMT
I twist around and lay back down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling and the sunlight glaring through the cracks. I can feel the ship moving, but now the thought of walking on deck makes my stomach turn. I just want to hide.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 13, 2007 20:30:13 GMT
Once everything is set and ready, half of the men, including myself, is reliefed from duties. As the others start gambling ondecks though - tossing dices or playing cards, I exclude myself from the party and head belowdecks instead. I need t' find myself a hammock after all, as well as know where is what in this vessel..
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Post by Daz on Nov 13, 2007 20:32:23 GMT
I can hear some footsteps, hoping to god that it isn't the Captain, now. I look away from them and close my eyes tightly.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 13, 2007 20:36:11 GMT
I open doors here and there, finding my way the easy way through the belowpart of the ship. When I jerk one door open the scent of food - salted meat, fruits- comes to my nostrils. Finding myself in the galley I take about two seconds to adjust my eyes to the dim light. Then I spot Cassandra, curled up like a cat in the hammock.
"..Thought ye were part of the crew?" I quirck an eyebrow, demanding her attention.
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Post by Daz on Nov 13, 2007 20:41:01 GMT
...Oh.. Shit.
After everything he said, the only thing that slipped my mind was the fact that he'd be joining. There's going to be no escape from his terrible, arrogant-self now.
I lean up on my elbow and turn to him.. which is quite hard in a hammock, so it shakes a little and I almost fall out.. "I.. I am." I manage to reply, as I balance myself.. "I'm just not needed.. on decks..yet."
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Post by Jacky on Nov 13, 2007 20:42:53 GMT
"Ah. I see." I shrug, but my tone of voice betrays what I'm thinking. She's not needed yet because none of the men feels like screwing something over just yet.. it becomes rather apparent that I consider her to be nothing more than a whore, rather than a crewmembe.
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Post by Daz on Nov 13, 2007 20:47:35 GMT
I watch him, closely.. "What are you doing down here?.. I dont think there are many free hammocks. You'll have to fight for one... that's all they ever seem to fight about around here.. who sleeps where and... y'know.." I shrug.. trying to... seem a little bit knowledgable.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 13, 2007 21:08:12 GMT
"And with whom?" I roll my eyes, now simply stating her as a whore - but I'm doubtful she'll argue.
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