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Post by England on Jan 15, 2013 0:47:20 GMT -5
Early 1600's
In a small port town close to Spanish waters
Arthur breathed in the hot salty air, the breeze off the sea did nothing to cool it, but he was used to the heat. In fact he quite loved it. He took a long moment to drink it in, closing his eyes as he listened to run about on the dock, the sounds of boots hitting the wood and making it creek, of the waves lapping against the supports and on the sides of the smaller boats that could make it close to the shore. It wasn't until someone tapped him on the shoulder that he blinked and looked over at the man questioningly.
"Captain, we 'ave the supplies ordered we are just waiting to have them ell prepared and loaded onto the boat. Shouldn't need to be here much longer then a night or two, unless you wanted to spend more time here." The man, his first mate spoke, his voice carried a rough accent that most didn't normally understand but Arthur had been sailing with the man for as long as he'd owned his own ship.
"I think I will need another night, I've got a good tip on something, just need more information before we have a destination to said to." Arthur smirked at the look of doubt that crossed his friend's face and he clapped the man on the shoulder with a gloved hand. "I promise you this is a good lead and not just some dingy old tavern tale about fish gold." His words hardly seemed to ease the man though.
"As long as it's not like the last time, we nearly ended up with a gaping hole in the side of the Glory and even if we can afford to fix the damage, we can't raise a ship from the depths once she's down there and I rather like this ship Arthur." He gave him a stern look with that before he returned the gesture before he turned to head back down the dock, making his way to one of the many trading shops located in the small port town. He yelled at few of the milling sailors who had come ashore with them to help load the provisions and supplies. They were all good men, though they had lost a few in the last run. He would need to go see if he could sign on a few more in this port. If the lead he had was true then he was hoping for a nice pay day and his crew would be able to eat like kings for once.
Arthur headed for the tavern, it was as good a place as any to find some willing sailors and his lead was due to be there when the sun went down.
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Post by France on Jan 28, 2013 18:22:15 GMT -5
Francis Bonnefoy was not in a good mood. He had known from the very start of the day that nothing good would come of it… after all, his hair had refused to sit right and even the large amount of oils and perfumes he used couldn’t seem to cover the stench of having been at sea for too long. In that sense, the attack on his ship was a blessing in disguise (yeah, right) to force them to dock at a small port at the edge of France. His ship had been nearly destroyed, in need of serious repair to be sea-worthy again, thanks to some Spanish pirates that had figured his ship held a nice collection of treasures. He couldn’t argue that that wasn’t true, but it was still irritating as can be.
Looking around the tavern he had plopped himself down in after sorting out such a mess, Francis sighs into his glass of cheap wine. To top the day off he had, for some reason or another, surrounded himself with the noisy and rambunctious locals and his fellow sailors in need of a good drink. The tavern was busy tonight, and loud enough that when a pair escalated into a shouting match, it was no surprise that half the occupants seemed to leave outside with them to watch.
Francis sighed and sunk in his chair in the now quietened tavern, boot-clad feet propped up on the seat opposite him as he contemplated his next move. He knew he couldn’t sail out for at least a week, potentially a fortnight or longer. And he knew that while he had enough gold to last him the time in a nice inn where he could bathe and eat properly and enjoy the company of some fine ladies, the thought of staying when he had been hoping to stop in port somewhere more exotic certainly dampened his mood.
So when he notices a certain all too familiar blonde stroll in through the tavern doors, he has to hide a natural scowl from the waitress that manages to take that moment to ask if her needed anything else. He orders himself another round, returning immediately to watching Arthur. If he was here, it could only mean either he would start trouble, or he was looking for new crewmates to toss from his ship, and Francis felt like none of that tonight.
((So so sorry for how long this took. If I need to change things let me know.))
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Post by England on Jan 29, 2013 18:10:50 GMT -5
The tavern was pretty cleared out as he made his way over to the bar, he ordered a pint and a plate of the chicken dinner before he scanned the tavern. He noticed a familiar well groomed head and he raised a brow at that. He turned his back to the counter and as he waited for his drink and watched the French man. He couldn't help but notice he was being watched in return.
When he got his drink he flashed the bartender his best grin before he moved he thanked her and slid her enough coin to cover the food, telling her to bring it over to the French man's table when it was ready. He moved across the tavern and over to him, he took a long swig of his drink as he stopped in front of Francis' table. "Ah if it isn't the lovely French maiden who's very face wakes a fierce tiger behind my fly." He took another sip of his drink before he set the glass down on the table and took a seat, not bothering to wait for an invitation to join the other man.
"Was that sorry ass looking ship at the dock yours?" he folded his arm on the table as he looked the man over, he could smell the oils and perfumes on the man from here. He personally didn't bother with those things, they just ended up being a waste of money more often than not. He took another long sip of his beer as he moved to adjust his coat. He really should be looking for new crew members, but he simply could not pass up bothering this man. He didn't often come across him and when he did, well he wanted to make the most of it.
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Post by France on Feb 26, 2013 1:08:08 GMT -5
Francis was making a show of himself by trying not to look at Arthur as the other lounged so casually at the bar of the tavern. It proved a difficult feat though, his eyes wandering back to the overly confident figure again and again until finally he had decided to give up pretenses and stare him back down. The fact that Arthur was now watching him in return had nothing to do with this, of course.
With a defiant gesture, he sits back in his seat and pros his feet up on the bench opposite himself when the other blonde pulls away from the waitress in favour of walking over to Francis's table, heavy boots resounding against the flimsy wooden floor. He arches a brow at the greeting though, unable to help but laugh, even as Arthur plops his arse down in the seat anyways. "Why Arthur mon cher, I never knew you had such an affinity for my body like that," he grins, cockiness shining through his grumpy mood. "I'm afraid it would take you more than that awful sort of a line to get in my trousers again, however."
His scowl tries to return as Arthur mentions his ship, though he makes sure that the strained grin stays on his face. "Non, of course it couldn't be. I keep my ships in the best of shape and can outrun any attack in these seas, you now that," he lies. Of course, his ship usually was great with speed at escaping... but apparently, not all other ships knew of his prominence in that area and overtook him anyways. Francis was glad however that he had overdone it with perfumes tonight, the other's stagnant body odor permeating even his veil of flowery scents. "Perhaps instead of wasting your time drinking mon petit cochon, you should indulge yourself in a bath. You smell like a horse's arse." Francis sighs, taking a long sip from his wine and directing his eyes around the tavern. “Even the worst ladies of the night would have nothing to do with you in this sort of mess,” he hums.
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Post by England on Jun 8, 2013 18:24:18 GMT -5
Arthur pretended to look mildly offended at the comment on his lack of a bath. Really he simply hasn't had the time nor the chance to bathe. Being a ship didn't always afford such a luxury. He took another long sip of his drink before he shrugged, rolling his shoulders in an indifferent manner. "The last time we hooked up was a mistake, one I don't wish to have happen again. So all the better if my smell puts you off." He would have said something about flowery scents not being his thing but looking the French man over he got the feeling the other wasn't in the best of moods at the moment.
"I am positive I saw you mark on that ship though, even my crew pointed it out to me. If it is yours I have one less bit of competition out on the sea. For a while anyway." That thought lifted his spirits enough for him to grin as he shifted and pulled his hat off, setting it on the table. He ruffled his hair with a gloved hand.
"And I'm not here to pick up ladies tonight, I'm here to find additions to my crew. Kinda killed off a few to many in my last altercation. Pulled in a good haul though and with less bodies to split it with, it's even better than it was originally." He would be able to pick up plenty of decent supplies as well, of course he would still go for the cheap stuff for the crew, no point in spending good money when it didn't need to spent. He took another long sip of his beer, maybe he would indulge in a bath now that he was in port.
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Post by France on Jun 8, 2013 20:52:15 GMT -5
Francis rolls his eyes at Arthur's comeback, leaning back in his chair. "And yet you greeted me by telling that my face makes your cock hard," he replies, before making a show of wrinkling his nose at the stench. "Honestly, I will pay for your bath if you need some financial help," he sighs.
A scowl graces his mouth at last though as Arthur grins that overconfident grin at him, his mood spiking downward once again. "...alright, perhaps my ship encountered a little damage recently. But the haul was worth it," he hums, trying to act dignified again as though he hadn't lost half the gold and several of his crewmates to the Spaniards. "And even still, I'm sure I lost far fewer men then you seem to be happy to toss to Davy Jones in a day just to get that higher cut of profits." Obviously Francis had his doubts about Arthur's men being lost in battle, as he had never trusted the self proclaimed pirate king to be any good at being moral.
He took a long drink from his wine, finishing off the glass before motioning to the waitress for another. If Arthur was here that meant a long night ahead of him- whether that meant fighting of fucking however, he wasn't yet sure. It seemed to be spiralling towards the former though, if the circumstances that lead them both to be here on the same night were as they were. Francis could only hope alcohol would help him keep his sanity about him.
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Post by England on Jun 10, 2013 10:00:38 GMT -5
Arthur chose to ignore the comment about his greeting and instead he finished off his beer, asking the waitress for another one and giving her a decent tip for her time. "Judging by the amount of perfume you're wearing you need a bath as much as I do. Maybe you should join me." He tapped his chin lightly as he stared at him. "Hmm… I'm always happy to cut the loose ends so to speak." He grinned again with that, he had no issues with throwing anyone who didn't meet his standards over with little more than a ball of led in their chest as a parting gift.
"So what's left of your crew is out of work till you scrounge up enough gold to repair your ship. I'm looking for extra bodies and I have the perfect hull in mind. Just need to get it." He crossed his legs as he leaned back in his chair. "My ship is without a scratch and I plan on leaving first thing in the morning. Provided I can get some extra men…" he looked up as the waitress brought their drinks and he smiled at her, motioning her closer he whispered something in her ear before slipping her another coin.
"I'm willing to offer you a deal, might help you get ship fixed and we can go back to only running into each other in dives and bath houses." It wasn't like he like the French man at all, he needed more crew members and there wasn't much hope for that outside of Francis' crew. He needed the extra hands if he was going to be able to pull what he had in mind. "I'd be more than willing to split the take with you. It'll be well worth your time."
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Post by France on Jun 11, 2013 0:23:56 GMT -5
Francis took a long slow drink from his new glass to mask his expression as Arthur talked, eventually having to put it down with a frown. "I am not about to let you use my men for sacrifices just to man your damn English ship, Arthur, and I am fairly certain that you know that." He couldn't deny that the deal sounded good though, and he was curious about the treasure Arthur seemed set on. As much as he disliked the man, he couldn't argue that he had good connections and good tips.
Brushing a hand through his hair he sighed, seeming a little more resigned as he directed his gaze to watching one of the waitresses bustle about the tavern now that people were returning inside again from the earlier show. "A bath would be nice, however," he agrees, taking another long drink. "So I may join you on that, at least. You would have to offer me something amazing to get me to agree to go with you in the morning though, let alone bring along my men and put them within range of your gun voluntarily."
He gives Arthur a look when the other whispers to the waitress, curiosity rising but not enough to simply ask what that was about. Looking back to the fellow blond at the table once she's left, Francis's expression read of doubt and distrust more than anything. "Let me know what this haul is, if you are so certain of it," he insists, leaning over the table enough to hear a quietened voice but not enough to raise suspicions of bar-mates.
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Post by England on Jun 11, 2013 0:43:16 GMT -5
The English man watched Francis carefully, but not so obviously. He shifted most of his attention to the bar and the people in it, the slowly growing din of the place. He shifted in his seat to pull his leather gloves off, setting them aside as he started tapping the table top with one hand. Debating. He wasn't so sure he wanted to tell him what the haul was, not yet anyway. All Francis would have to do is go to someone else to get a ship so he could do it himself, granted he wouldn't be able to. Not with so few crew. That was the main reason Arthur was even posing the deal to the French man. He hated him on a good day, luckily today was a great day so he only mildly disliked him right now.
"They're your men, most I'd expect is that they follow the rules of my ship and take orders from my first mate while on it. Other than that I won't harm a single hair on any of their heads. Even if they do manage to piss me off. They're yours and I can respect that much." Francis was probably one of the only other pirates he knew could take him on easily, when the other man had a ship that wasn't falling to bits in the harbour anyway.
When Francis leaned closer he raised a brow and a small smirk grew, "Spanish gold." He said simply, grinning. He had a reliable tip, a small rumour that had made it to his ears. He'd already gone and checked in with his inside men to make sure it was solid. He knew this was a sure thing and he knew exactly where to hit as well. "Straight from the royal fat arse himself. I intend to take over a royal ship that will be carrying one of the princesses and enough royal gold meant as he dowery. That's almost a third of the kingdom's worth." He leaned back again, his voice had dipped as he spoke and he watched Francis more intently now. His first mate thought the plan was crazy and if his first mate thought it was crazy than it was a damn brilliant plan.
He swallowed down the rest of his beer and set the glass down before he stood, his chair making a loud noise on the wood floor as he grabbed his gloves. "How 'bout we talk it over in the bath house, wouldn't want to offend your delicate lady like constitution for to long."
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