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Feb 18, 2021 19:23:09 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 18, 2021 19:23:09 GMT -5
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Musa was a glorious city, and well, all the stolen goods had to go somewhere, right? It was a pretty good fortune to stumble upon a small ship delivering a set of vintage port wines. After all, a city of sailors certainly loved their alcohol. The sale had been easy; an old friend certainly knew an old family that had needed something special for an event, and the trade was done. Simple as that. There wasn't much to prepare today, but the boys wanted some time off and the weather was a bit cloudy. Better to stay safe than sorry. Striking a conversation with other sailors around, there was talk about the other regions. The snowstorm at Guivre, Lacaille's new coronation, some trouble down in Esso'tera... He was about to leave and head to the pub at the end of the street when he overheard a man telling a story about something strange. A beast? Some kind of shadow? Huh, interesting. What was all that about?
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Feb 18, 2021 20:41:46 GMT -5
Post by flor on Feb 18, 2021 20:41:46 GMT -5
Westerly had barely a handful of coins left to his name, but like any respectable sailor he was more than happy to spend them all on booze and women - or men, depending on how the night went. That was half of the reason he was in this line of work, anyway. Jobs that didn't revolve around illegal activities tended to be a little more picky about how wasted you were when you showed up. Given that his previous vessel was now currently residing somewhere on the ocean floor, the pirate in question had decided that it would only make sense to give himself a fresh start by relieving himself of all the money he'd earned on said vessel in order to really give himself a new start on whatever new employment he was sure he would manage to stumble into tomorrow. There was nothing like an empty money pouch to really motivate him to find work - but for now, he planned to wring every last scrap of revelry out of the meager coin remaining. And lucky for him, stories were free and could sometimes get you just as far with a woman as buying her a drink could.
He stumbled down the street in the center of a ragtag group of day-drinkers he had amassed in the last bar, his arm flung around the shoulders of a pretty girl whose name he had already lost in the haze of alcohol clouding the edges of his senses. "So we're sailin' back to Musa after, ah, pickin' up some cargo," he said, giving a conspiratorial wink to the shadiest-looking character among his new friends. "And everything's goin' fine and all, nice weather, good winds, courtesy of yours truly." If he had been a little less drunk he might have summoned up a small breeze to illustrate his point, but he had gotten into a few too many street brawls by knocking over the wrong person's drink when his winds got out of control under the influence. "Until we start comin' up on the coast, and I'm up in the crow's-nest keepin' watch. And the water had been calm all day, but I look down this time and there's just this big shadow under the water. Bigger than any beast I've ever seen." He received a satisfying gasp from the ladies of the group as he paused to let it sink in, casting his gaze slowly across the members of his circle to gauge the responses. "And at first I thought nah, this is just one of those damn mind fairies playing a trick on me 'cuz I beat them at cards. So I'm callin' out to those sneaky mind-bastards, an-" His companions parted for a second, and his eyes fell on another face, one whose name he remembered this time.
"Well, fuck me!" he said, cutting himself off mid-sentence as a devilish grin broke across his face. "If that ain't Marseilles Basquiat!"
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Feb 19, 2021 5:12:51 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 19, 2021 5:12:51 GMT -5
Hearing his own name was never a good sign around these parts. Either it meant a trade deal hadn't gone right and the guards were going to get involved, or it meant that he had maybe accidentally slept with someone's wife. Or sister. Or daughter. He jumped, turning around to the source of the sound, as if ready to flee or fight.
Huh. Why did the man look so familiar? Mars was certain he knew this guy, wait. Was that–?
"Westie?" he could almost laugh. No fucking way, he thought, immediately heading over and giving the other man a bear hug, patting him on the back. They had been old friends back home, sneaking around and stealing candy from the shop down the street, "I thought you'd be dead by now. What, not lying in the bottom of the sea yet? Shame." As much as they hadn't spoken for years, Mars still held the same familiarity he had when speaking to old friends.
It had been years since he crashed into one of his old friends; it was definitely a good idea to stop for a couple of days. "Oi, let me grab you a drink, how are you mate? Last time I saw you was when...ten? fifteen years ago? Back when that blasted monster was still terrorising the country, no?"
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Feb 19, 2021 22:59:37 GMT -5
Post by flor on Feb 19, 2021 22:59:37 GMT -5
"I could say the same about you, Mars," laughed Westerly, breaking from his group to clasp his old friend in his arms. "Remember when that old lady at the candy store told us to go rot in hell? I think I've been stayin' alive out of pure spite ever since," he said, grinning. "These are my friends, ah..." he realized he hadn't a clue what his 'friend's' names were around the same time that he turned around to find that they were already gone, the lure of the closest bar far more entertaining than a reunion between childhood friends. "Well, whatever. I could use a drink," he said, no matter than the smell of rum was already coloring his breath.
"If by that blasted monster you mean my ex-girlfriend, what was her name? Mara?" he said, looping an arm affectionately over Mars' shoulders as they approached the pub. "You remember, the one that tried to burn down that barn I was livin' in. Wait, no, I think that was Callista," he said with a slight frown. "Mara is the one that tried to stab me. They were both pretty fuckin' terrible."
In the years since he and Mars had last seen each other, Westerly's frame hadn't changed much, but his hair had grown and his skin had deepened a few shades from spending most of his days beneath the sun on the open sea, and black tattoos snaked up his forearms where they were exposed by his rolled up sleeves, the edges of a design peeking up over the loose collar of his shirt. And sometimes, when the light hit him right, he seemed almost translucent around the edges.
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Feb 20, 2021 20:39:08 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 20, 2021 20:39:08 GMT -5
He grinned. "What was her name again? Mrs. Andino? Ardena?" he laughed, as he turned to the man's other friends. Huh. Seems like the sailors were distracted by the bar–as they usually did, Mars supposed, they never stayed long after all. Still, he was glad it was just the two of them; accommodating others when catching up with a friend always seemed a bit distracting. He hated getting derailed, after all.
"Honestly, I'm pretty sure you dated, or at least slept with half the girls in town," he smirked, "from what I remember, all the girls you dated were fucking crazy. I can't believe you even tried with some of them; surprised to see you alive after that breakup. Mara was always a wild card, wasn't she?" He grinned. They were two sailors of a similar breed, after all, spending half their youth chasing after girls and the other half on the open ocean.
Not much had changed since; Westerley still seemed like the wild man he used to be, and Mars hadn't changed much other than the fact that his left arm had gone missing from elbow downwards, though it was hidden under the coat he wore over his shoulders.. His good arm around the other man's shoulder, he was already leading the man towards the nearby pub. The Salt and the Sea; it was his personal favourite, after all.
"So how have you been?" he asked cheerfully, "don't tell me you've settled down and found a nice girl or something since?"
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Feb 21, 2021 22:22:29 GMT -5
Post by flor on Feb 21, 2021 22:22:29 GMT -5
"No idea, I only ever called her Mrs. Demon," joked Wes. He didn't much miss his newfound companions either, although he did slightly regret losing the girl that he had had his arm around. The suggestion that he might have settled down gave him a good laugh, though. "Me? With a nice girl? You were always the funny one, Mars," he said. "You know my taste in women. The day I get married is gonna be the day I turn up dead under suspicious circumstances. I actually heard that Mara ended up married last time I was in port, though, spirits help that poor man's soul."
Ready to employ a different kind of spirits to help his own soul, Wes felt the comforting stink of booze and the sweat of dozens of off-duty sailors wash over him as they entered the darkness of the bar. "I've bounced around a few crews since you last saw me, doin' totally respectable work of course," he said with a wink and grin, "Spent some time in Nyre, but didn't last too long on dry land. I was with my last crew for a good few years, but I've recently found myself unemployed on account of that ship bein' at the bottom of the sea."
For the first time since meeting Mars, the ever-cheerful expression on Wes's face had faded somewhat. For all that he had been drowning himself in alcohol and disguising his pain under dramatic stories about great sea-beasts that he told to strangers, he hadn't truly taken the time to mourn the loss of the closest thing he had to a home and a family.
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Feb 22, 2021 7:04:06 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 22, 2021 7:04:06 GMT -5
Mars grinned. "Hey, you never know," he joked, "people can change I'm guessing, though someone like you? Hell's gonna freeze over the day that happens." He chuckled at the thought of that demon getting married; from what he remembered, she had always raised hell, even when they were kids playing ball in the nearby park.
He had quickly gotten a pint of ale for the two of them, the foam already forming a mustache on his face as he downed half of it in one go. "Respectable work huh?" he snorted. Maline wasn't exactly known for respectable work unless they worked for some of the trading companies or the head houses, after all, and punks like them had never quite fit the reputation of 'respectable.' He frowned at his comment about the ship.
"I'm sorry," he replied genuinely, "the ocean is a fucker sometimes. Was it a storm or the sirens?" There were plenty of creatures out there in the unknown that took joy in sinking their ships, and as powerful as fairies could be, they were no match for many of the tricksters that laid wait for unsuspecting sailors. He had lost many good men out there years ago during the battle of a hundred ships, after all. He knew how painful that must be.
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Feb 25, 2021 20:58:40 GMT -5
Post by flor on Feb 25, 2021 20:58:40 GMT -5
"Yeah, you know," said Wes in between long drags of ale, his glass already dangerously close to being empty. "Liberatin' cargo from unsavory merchants and the like. Respectable," he said with a grin. It wouldn't be a surprise to Mars to find out what line of work Wes had been in, and he suspected that his old friend had been doing much the same since they last met.
"Storm," he said. "Hit some rocks off the coast of Heizeok. Most of us got out, but the ship was toast." He took a final drag of his ale and found the end of the glass, ready to change the subject.
"So, what have you been up to? Don't tell me you're on the straight and narrow these days."
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Feb 26, 2021 7:20:44 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 26, 2021 7:20:44 GMT -5
Mars laughed. Guess people really never changed, he thought with amusement in his gaze. They were small town pirates after all, and why work for the men who had sent his brothers to their watery grave years ago?
"Heizoek huh?" he frowned, "always hated sailing their coasts. Too many caves and tight turns; we fought a fucking kraken and I still worry about accidentally scraping the hull of a ship because I underestimate how shallow their coasts are. Tough luck, mate. That shit just sucks."
He gave Wes a smirk. "Straight and narrow are two things I'll never be," he snorted, the devious look on his face was filled with mischief, "let's just say some of the merchants in Vela now hate me. They had plenty of whisky and the crew wanted a drink." He had gotten himself thrown into a county jail for what they called petty theft....and accidentally sleeping with the wife of some police officer.
"You know, if you ain't got a crew anymore, why not join mine?" he chuckled, "we've gotten into plenty of trouble back in the old days, I'm sure we'll break the entire Maline region if we work together." A wide grin was on his face as he flung his arm across the other man's shoulder. "I'll even throw in an extra bottle of rum for ya."
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Feb 28, 2021 23:31:29 GMT -5
Post by flor on Feb 28, 2021 23:31:29 GMT -5
"Damn merchants are always hoggin' the good whisky, aren't they?" said Wes with a shake of his head and a grin. "Any man who doesn't have the good manners to share his booze when a thirsty sailor comes askin' has it coming, that's what I always say," he said.
"Well, what kind of sailor would I be if I said no to a bottle of rum?" he said, a smile breaking across his face, this one an expression of sincere happiness rather than the playful grins and mischievous smirks that typically played around his lips. Mars' offer couldn't have come at a better time, his pockets conspicuously light from the money he had poured into the bars of their hometown in the last few days.
"When do we sail?"
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Mar 1, 2021 8:56:51 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Mar 1, 2021 8:56:51 GMT -5
"They do, those rat bastards," he laughed, "there'd be much less of us pirates if they weren't so selfish, don'tcha think?" He chuckled, before turning to Wes, glad to see the grin on the man's face. Their little band of men could always use another, after all, and Wes was someone he'd certainly trust, after all the shenanigans they had pulled as children.
"We still have one shipment to sell, hopefully we'll have that all delivered by tomorrow morning and we can set sail in the afternoon. Any last-minute affairs you need to take care of?" he had a smirk on his face, "no lost children to fund or girlfriends to bid farewell to, no?"
"It's been a while since we've gone up to the north coast, I hear this is a perfect time for whale catching for the Guivrians."
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Mar 2, 2021 1:03:45 GMT -5
Post by flor on Mar 2, 2021 1:03:45 GMT -5
Wes shuddered at the thought of an old flame turning up with a miniature Wes in her arms. The kid would be screwed. "Spirits, I hope not," he said. "All the more reason to get out of this town as quickly as possible." There was also a minor issue involving some gambling debts that he would be glad to be rid of, but he didn't feel the need to bring that one up. He and Mars might have gotten into plenty of trouble together as kids, but Wes wasn't keen to volunteer too much information about the shortcomings that had haunted him into adulthood, at least not until they were safely on the ocean where Mars couldn't change his mind about inviting him onboard.
"Ah, been a while since I've been up north," said Wes. "Pretty sure I have no long lost kids up there," he said with a grin, although there were a couple of good-looking Guivrian men he wouldn't mind seeing again.
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Mar 2, 2021 5:24:40 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Mar 2, 2021 5:24:40 GMT -5
Mars laughed. "Frey I hope not," he laughed, "though you have to admit, women up there are pretty damn nice. Long legs and gold hair, all the good stuff, you know? Though the cold probably kills any dreams of actually staying up there. Can't imagine never having any sunlight in the winter." Mars seemed unaware of the hurry Wes was in to leave town, still feeling rather casual and nonchalant about the whole thing.
Of course, his own brand of trouble had gotten him into plenty of messes, but the people here didn't care about what he stole from the other regions, or from the rich as long as he didn't mess with the right people. The great houses barely cared about the others, and well, they tended to make the right enemies, apparently.
"Come on, let me show you around my ship anyway, you can settle down and we can grab dinner with the guys," he smirked, "I'm sure you'll get along with the rest of the crew. They're not nearly as much trouble as you, but they're fun."
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