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@ameliaslegacy
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Amelia: Mr. Smith, if you are willing I require your services immediately. You will be fully compensated for your work, which should take less than one month.
*exactly one minute later*
Amelia: No rush. Just the fate of the Kingdom of Atlantica, and the entire realm at that.
All Hail King Scar | Closed
Captain Amelia was never much involved in current events, especially out in the city. She didn't much care about who was the boss of this or in charge of that, so long as King Triton was in good health. That was who she answered to, when she answered to anyone. The seas were treacherous and full of mysteries even Triton didn't understand, since he had such an aversion to going on them. So she and the King had an understanding: keep the seas clean, using whatever tactics you must, and the police will mostly turn the other cheek. It wasn't that Amelia was some sort of wild vigilante. She'd trained in the Royal Academy just like everyone else. It's just that Amelia had a knack for taming the untameable, and that was something you couldn't teach in school.
Anyway, Amelia knew that King Mufasa had been shot, and that was nothing to sneeze at. Such acts of tyranny threatened the whole realm, unraveling it bit by bit until it was nothing but wretched chaos. And even worse, it gave pirates the wrong idea.
She sliced at a brute's torso, her sword cutting quick and true into his side. Deep enough to leave her mark, but not enough to cause permanent damage. Behind her a cannon fired, shooting a cannon ball into the opposing ship. Somewhere in front of her she heard Mr. Arrow give the command to pull the R.L.S. Legacy away from the pirate ship. She started to move to help, but then the same brute from before took out a dagger and lunged at her.
"All hail King Scar!" he cried, and Amelia dodged the knife, grabbed him by his jacket and threw him overboard. That would probably cause permanent damage.
The attack ultimately lasted four hours, and at the end of it, when her men were bloody but victorious she sauntered over to Mr. Arrow. She'd only sustained a few knife wounds, and she propped her leg up so that he could attend to the deepest cut.
"That wasn't so bad now was it," she asked cheerfully. "We only lost two men today. I'll have to let them have extra rations tonight. Reputable performances all around. Up to snuff I'd say."
"Captain, we might have to be sparse with rations. If we're going to get to Neverland-"
"Oh, we aren't going to Neverland," she said, and gave Mr. Arrow a grin. "We're heading straight to Atlantica, then you'll be in charge of the crew while I go on a trip to Disney City."
"What-"
"Why would a pirate, a feckless drudge of humanity, feel the need to proclaim his loyalty to the King's brother, who is third in line for the throne?" she asked in a low, dark tone. "What do you know about Scar, Mr. Arrow?"
The man tied off the sutures and frowned. "Not much, Captain."
"Me neither," she said. "And you know how I get when curiosity grabs ahold of me. Men!" she yelled at the crew, wobbling into a standing position. "Turn her around immediately. Atlantica, full speed!"
LITERATURE MEME | 9 poems - (6) the rime of the ancient mariner by samuel taylor coleridge
Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor an drop to drink.
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Stowaway | Open
The laughter was very disrespectful in Charming’s eyes. He is a prince after all, a prince in possible danger and need right of now. why on earth would they laugh, his question wasn’t very amusing.The woman lifted him by the collar and he panicked, unsure of what was going on and still had no clue whose ship this was. He pleaded and pleaded and she had him in a tight grasp. He wanted to cry, although he hardly cried — this woman was practically threatening his life as he had his head pushed over the edge. He gulped, it was an awfully long way down to the waters. “O-Oh?” He wasn’t exactly too sure what she was gathering at, but before he could try to introduce himself, he was now in an arm lock against these two vulgar men.
"I-I’m not a stowaway." He answered softly, not like this woman would care or anything. Charming glanced up to the two men. "Can you please loosen your grips, gentleman? It is quite painful." Of course, this just resulted in the two laughing and exchanging winks, Charming was bemused until he felt the blood in his forearm cut off. He whimpered in pain and held his head down.
The mention of cleaning — his eyes burst open. He couldn’t muster up anything to say, since this captain seemed to talk an awful lot, plus he didn’t exactly want to be fed to any sharks today. Most of what she was saying went right over his head, he just wanted to go home. Back to his warm palace, where he would be waited on at hand and foot. There was no chance of him having to clean after these disgusting, smelly men there. Or would he ever have to see them. He wished there were some way to turn back time so he never ended up on this horrific ship and wouldn’t have a bag of fish intestines as a pillow.
Suddenly — there was an interruption. Charming looked up again at the mention of pirates. No, this could not be happening. Before he knew it, the two men had dropped him onto the floor again and he witnessed them run to their positions as he lay on the wooden panels. He stood himself up and began to sneak back to the stairs to try to get away from all of this drama right now, but of course, Amelia stopped him in his tracks as she tossed a gun over. “What?!” He stared at the pistol in bewilderment. This was not. Happening.
What was he even supposed to aim at?! He held the pistol with his right hand. He had this sort of training as a child, well — sort of. With toy guns and still targets. He shot, without aiming. The bullet shot right past the incoming ship. He didn’t want to shoot anyone, so that was possibly the best result he could hope for. Although he was concerned for what this captain would think.
"I-I would quite like to talk to you, Captain… If that is okay?" The nerves in his voice were obvious, all of this was such a strange feeling to him. "I-I’m not a stowaway. I’m a prince." He proudly announced his title, with a brief puff of his chest.
"Load the cannons!" barked Amelia, hopping from one iron black cannon to the next. The men repeated her orders, heaving the cannons into place and stuffing them full. She took her place beside a cannon and used her binoculars to watch the fast moving pirate ship try to outrun the oncoming assault. "Ready!" she yelled, eyes scanning the scene before her until she caught Sinbad's gaze. "Aim," she put two white-gloved fingers into her ears and grinned devilishly. "Fire!"
The boom rocked the entire ship, throwing everyone around the deck-except Amelia. She stood still as stone, chuckling a little as several of her cannon balls made contact with Sinbad's ship.
"Ready to concede, scoundrel?" she shouted, cupping her face with her hands. In reply the pirates edged their ship even closer, producing hooks from the side that dug deeply into the R.L.S. Legacy. The ship lurched sideways, and Amelia's mouth dropped open as she witnessed Sinbad's enormous metal hooks sink deep into her ship's wood. She snarled.
The proximity between the two ships meant that Sinbad's men could now swing from ropes onto the Legacy, and Amelia cocked her pistol and took out a knife with the other hand. In her peripheral vision she caught the stowaway standing there looking as lost as he'd been a few minutes before. If he'd done or said anything until now, she hadn't seen it. She rolled her eyes and focused on knocking out a pirate with the blunt of her gun. As she fought, she made a mental note to behead Sinbad this time, and toss him over into the sea.
Amelia could never seem to keep up with how long she'd been fighting, but sometime later she saw the stowaway again, only this time she saw a brute sneaking up on him with a long, rusty knife in his hand. "Lookout!" she cried, leaping at him to shield him from the blow. She landed on top of him, her back towards the pirate. A sharp, stinging pain ripped through her back, and she immediately turned around and kicked the brute in his leg. She threw her knife at him as he fell, and well, whatever he'd done to her back was probably nothing compared to the hole that was now in his neck.
The stowaway still lay under her, and she turned to look at him. Her breathing was ragged and she narrowed her eyes. "Stop standing there like a doltish fledgling and do something or next time," she paused to take a deep breath. Her spine hurt. "Or next time I'll let them kill you," she sniffed, standing up slowly. She could feel the blood flow down her back, her tattered jacket and uniform. After one more shuddering breath, she was back on her feet, wielding her pistol about and screaming that she would see all the pirates hanged.
Stowaway | Open
Charming wasn’t exactly too sure where he was, nor how he got there. The last thing he could remember was asking some fine gentleman about the whereabouts of the Hundred Acre Woods. It wasn’t often that he left the palace, he had no real mean to. He had servants and handymen at his service every minute of the day. Of course, he did leave on occasion, but he was chaperoned around, this was possibly one of the first times he had sneaked out himself and now it turns out that maybe, that wasn’t such a wise idea after all.
He woke up as the waves bashed against the surface, the pressure shifting his body from one side to another. “Huh— What! Who’s there?!” He announced in a state of shock as he awoke, but there was no one there. He shrugged halfheartedly to himself and rested his head back down onto the damp sack of fish guts he had mistaken for his pillow in a daze. The stench woke him up again pretty damn quickly. He sat up — With a loud thud as he knocked his head against the low ceiling. He widened his eyes as it suddenly began to make more sense that no, he wasn’t in his palace anymore but he was… Well, he wasn’t too sure where he was, but the shock of the contents of the sack made him shudder in disgust and throw it as far as way as possible from him.
After awhile, he began to try to put two and two together, the location he was currently in was swaying, kind of roughly. “I’m at sea! Perfect — Wait no, that’s not perfect… So this is a boat?” He tilted his head up, he could hear rowdy footsteps, plenty of them too.” “Ah, a ship. So what am I doing here?” He questioned himself. Charming crawled to the middle, where it was more level and hopefully enough room for him to stand himself. He brushed off the sand, dirt and whatever else was on his ruined garments. There was something missing, however, his jacket. Perhaps those fine gentleman weren’t so fine after all. "Oh dear…"
He could have sworn he heard someone, but the space was still empty, until the door swung open and two, much larger men stormed in. “Oh hello gentlemen, I was wondering if you could perhaps tell me where I am?” The man snarled back at him, and they both clasped his arms in a tight grip, lifting him from the ground. “Oh, uhh — Not too tightly, these were made from the finest cotton in Disney, I’ll have you know.” The pair didn’t listen, instead, they dragged him through the doorway and up the staircase. “I-I do know how to walk… Just so you know, if that is helpful…” As they reached level, the two sailors threw the prince at the Captain’s feet. He winced a bit, and attempted to get on his feet again. The ends of his once tailored to fit pants were now tattered, and his white shirt was now a mucky shade of beige.
"—Perhaps you could tell me where I am… Ma’am?"
The crew had gathered in a circle around Amelia and the stowaway to watch how everything panned out. They all laughed, loud and guttural, at the stranger's question. Amelia wasn't laughing though; her lips stretched into a tight, thing line, her eyebrows raised. Whoever this stranger was, they certainly weren't one of Hook's. Or any sort of spy. Perhaps a brat from the academy who'd failed his exams and was kicked out of school, or maybe an overeager student who wanted to prove he could last a voyage. With a twitch of her nose she yanked him by the collar and stomped towards the railing of the ship. Amelia pressed his head over the edge and began speaking rapidly:
"Welcome to the Atlantican Ocean, thousands of miles of saltwater filled with nasty serpents...and the decaying bodies of Captain Hook's crew, thanks to the efforts of yours truly," she tossed him playfully towards the arms of two of her crew, big smelly men with most of their teeth missing.
"I'm Captain Amelia, and this is the R.L.S. Legacy. Captain or Ma'am should suffice. Normally I don't allow for stowaways, do I Mr. Arrow?" she called up to a man tying a sail above them.
"No Captain," he answered back in his booming voice.
"Yes, see, typically you'd be slop for the sharks right about now, but it just so happens we're short a few men. You'll be cleaning up after my crew. And when we return back home-assuming we're still alive to return home- it's to the hoosegow with you!"
"Now the first rule is to not talk to me. I'm a very busy woman. If you have a problem, well, that's highly unfortunate. Two, obey all orders from myself or Mr. Arrow and the Cook, that's who you'll be working for. No questioning, do you understand? And lastly-"
"Captain!" cried a scrawny man with binoculars in his hand. "Pirates?"
"Already? You heard the man," she barked, as the crew burst into action. "Steady those cannons, I want all of them pointing north. Who is that?" she snatched a pair of binoculars from a passing sailor and held them up to her face. She gasped.
"Sinbad? That conniving devil. I had him locked away months ago," her voice held no twinge of worry in it whatsoever, and in fact she had begun to grin a bit. "Well now Mr. Stowaway I suppose you'll get to see the fray up close and personal," she tossed a pistol to him and with peculiar feline grace, flipped over several cannons the men were dragging into place.
"It's not too difficult, just aim and pull the trigger! I have every confidence that you can manage that much."
Stowaway | Open
"Hoist the sails you bunting tossers!"
Captain Amelia stood at the helm of the ship, white gloved hands clutching the wheel firmly. A strong midafternoon breeze and a clear sky were good omens, and she was glad to leave the city behind her. Her time ashore had made her uneasy, much more so than usual, and she couldn't quite figure out why. She shook her head, deciding none of that mattered now. All that mattered was the mission ahead.
She leaned to her right and snapped at a new crew member, a young man who'd begged to be taken away from his old life in the city. "If you're going to wretch all over the place, do it overboard. I always have a clean bill of health and I won't tolerate a transient mucking it all up with....muck."
The sailing was smooth after that, and as the dock became smaller and smaller behind her, disappearing completely after a time, she found herself relaxing.
Until Mr. Arrow's voice called hesitantly to her. "Captain, there's....a slight issue."
"Well what is it?" she asked, annoyed that her calm had been ruined so soon.
"A.....stowaway."
Amelia stopped, her stare becoming icier with each passing moment. "Really?" she said, nodding for a nearby sailor to take over the helm. "Keep her north," she said curtly before taking the steps down to the deck. With a swift motion she produced a pistol from a hip holster, flipped it in her hands.
"Well," she ordered quietly. "Bring him out."
They - oh my God! Come here, that’s, not good at all here; here, take my jacket, just hold it over it there, and put your arm around my neck, that’s it… who were you fighting? What were you fighting about that made them want to hurt you this badly?
The hospital… we’re going to have to phone for an ambulance, we’ll never get you there in time, c’mon, walk with me, I have a friend who might be able to help you until we get one, just keep pressing down on the jacket… you have a cell phone by any chance? Or a friend who lives nearby who might?
Well in my line of work I'm bound to make my fair share of enemies. I'm Captain Amelia of the R.L.S. Legacy, late of a few run ins with the pirate Captain Hook. Nasty business but I won't bore you with the scars.
Anyway, I have no clue who those devils were-the ones laying in that alley over there. They decided to attack me, said I can't r-remember....
......What were you saying?
Well, uh, you appear to have a little bit of a … gaping chest wound. Very distracting.
Do you need a little help with that?
Oh. Triton's teeth they stabbed me. If I hadn't already cut them to ribbons I've half a mind to do it again.
I'll be fine, got at least seven minutes until I bleed to death. Although if it isn't too much trouble, could you point me in the direction of the hospital? I'm afraid I'm seeing double.
M-Me?? Oh — I… Uhh — Are you okay?? That looks kinda painful! — I mean, do you want me to call an ambulance for you?! Or I could get some ice — Maybe, somehow.
… There’s not really a lot of ice around here.
A band of woefully inept vagrants thought they were going to stage a assault as I walked home from work-don't, don't look back into that alley.
In the process of disassembling them I've been stabbed myself. No time for an ambulance. I'll just-
...
And what are you gaping at, precisely?
My stay in the city has gone quite nicely thus far
Pirates!? I thought those codfishes left months ago, what are they doin’ comin’ back again! Are you gonna fight them? If you are then you’re gonna need me, I’m not afraid of pirates or anything. What are you going to Neverland for?
I'm going to Neverland to cut those codfish down where they stand. I prefer an offensive approach and I certainly have no intention of repeating last summer's dreadful siege.
...You're the boy who was injured, aren't you? Yes, I remember now. I could use some courageous boys like you, but I'm afraid the risk is simply too high.
My stay in the city has gone quite nicely thus far
Urbane, even.
But if I'm going to forestall the efforts of those blasted pirates I'll need to leave as quickly as possible. And to do that I require some supplies. Now, maps of the Neverland Islands. Accurate maps. All my years of dealing with those shapeshifting atolls and I've yet to find a single device to chart their movements with precision.
I need a crew.
Well you know, I think you might have.
Okay, got it. Tea cakes? Haha, sure, that all sounds pretty good to me. I look forward to this sterling arrangement of yours, Captain.
Splendid. I'll notify Mr. Arrow.
I need a crew.
Well it should be, since that’s my name. Alright, but there isn’t much I could actually tell you about either, Amelia. Wow, the R.L.S Legacy? That’s pretty impressive. Hey, I’m in no way less than anything — I can prove that to you if it’s needed.
Well, that’s comforting to know.
Yes, yes and — yes. Is there anything specific you’d want me to bring?
Really? What luck! I might have found myself a real sailor in this tawdry bunch, eh Smith?
Bring everything for the voyage, but I think I'd like to talk to you before then. We should meet up, tea cakes the whole shebang oh and you'll need to meet Mr. Arrow as well yes this seems like a sterling arrangement tip-top really.
I need a crew.
I’m the first? I wasn’t expecting that, it’s good to meet you, Captain Amelia, I’m John Smith. No identification needed, huh? This is legitimate, isn’t it…
Well sure, I can do that.
John Smith, well that's as good an alias as any I suppose. Don't worry, I won't pry about your background anymore than is necessary, John Smith. It's wholly legitimate; I've been sailing the R.L.S. Legacy for years under King Triton, and I've sailed ships before that. But you'll fine that desperate times have forced me to hire...less than savory men. But you know that vagrant Hook isn't going to wait for the next class of sailors to graduate from the academy before he tries to plunder the coast.
Oh but don't worry, I make the ones who do anything too terrible walk the plank.
Do you have any skills with firearms, Smith? Navigating perhaps? Ever been on a ship before?
I need a crew.
Sorry to hear about your crew, you know that’s just too bad. A voyage? You can count me in, but I’ll have to talk to a few people before confirming my position, but there shouldn’t be an issue with that.
Ah, good! First man to sign up. I'm Captain Amelia, I just need your name or alias, no identification necessary.
Position.....? Well, you look strong enough. You can be a rigger. We'll need strong arms to man the sails.
