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Helmsman Ari.

[hellish-high-water]

Ari made a noise of distaste and brought the knife down. It ripped through the fabric as easy as if it were butter.

“What am I meant to do with a roll of silk?” She scoffed, dragging the knife through the material. She spun her blade between her fingers and admired her handiwork, lips pursed in thought.

She glanced up at the sound of footsteps, and raised her eyebrows at the unwelcome guest.

“You want this?” She gestured to the ribbons of silk scattered on the table in front of her. She took a seat, her gaze on the other person expectant.

[carmen--flores]

Carmen was wandering the ship as she usual did, over heardibg bits and pieces of information and storing them away for later use. After a haul like the one they just had , there wasn’t much to heard. Some complaining and other praising the goods they received.

Carmen walked up to Ari and saw what they were doing. Seeing the silk in ribbons made her want to both laugh and cry. “Aye aye , Arielle sometimes jou can have things just to be pretty. ” She sighed picking up the pieces, “But if jou really don’t want it. I’ll take it but know jour part of the reason we can’t have nice things.”

[hellish-high-water]

“Darling, we can have as many nice things as we want,” Ari grinned at her, “We need only to take it.”

“What are you going to do with silk? Make a pretty little bodice? Some undergarments?” She couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She picked up one of the ribbons and looped it around Carmen’s neck. “I don’t see the point. Now a nice knife or a gun…that I could find some use for.”

[carmen--flores]

“Aye Carñio, jou then are blind to the possibilities” Carmen smiled as she took the silk from around her neck, “esilk I’d very estrong, it doesn’t rip or break when pulled on.” She gave the ribbons a hard tug, “plus they can be used for…oh mierda que la palabra.” Carmen paused, she had forgotten the word she needed, furriowing her brow she looked to Arielle, “What you call puntadas?” Carmen made an action as if she was sewing, “When jour hurt the doctor does it. ”

[hellish-high-water]

“Stitches?” Ari felt her eyebrow quirk up. “With silk?” she paused, regarding the woman carefully. “Suppose I’ll take your word for it.”

She sighed and went on, “I suppose you’re well pleased with today’s haul. What did you manage to get your hands on?”

[hellish-high-water]

Ari made a noise of distaste and brought the knife down. It ripped through the fabric as easy as if it were butter.

“What am I meant to do with a roll of silk?” She scoffed, dragging the knife through the material. She spun her blade between her fingers and admired her handiwork, lips pursed in thought.

She glanced up at the sound of footsteps, and raised her eyebrows at the unwelcome guest.

“You want this?” She gestured to the ribbons of silk scattered on the table in front of her. She took a seat, her gaze on the other person expectant.

[carmen--flores]

Carmen was wandering the ship as she usual did, over heardibg bits and pieces of information and storing them away for later use. After a haul like the one they just had , there wasn’t much to heard. Some complaining and other praising the goods they received.

Carmen walked up to Ari and saw what they were doing. Seeing the silk in ribbons made her want to both laugh and cry. “Aye aye , Arielle sometimes jou can have things just to be pretty. ” She sighed picking up the pieces, “But if jou really don’t want it. I’ll take it but know jour part of the reason we can’t have nice things.”

[hellish-high-water]

“Darling, we can have as many nice things as we want,” Ari grinned at her, “We need only to take it.”

“What are you going to do with silk? Make a pretty little bodice? Some undergarments?” She couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She picked up one of the ribbons and looped it around Carmen’s neck. “I don’t see the point. Now a nice knife or a gun...that I could find some use for.”

[hellish-high-water]

Ari made a noise of distaste and brought the knife down. It ripped through the fabric as easy as if it were butter.

“What am I meant to do with a roll of silk?” She scoffed, dragging the knife through the material. She spun her blade between her fingers and admired her handiwork, lips pursed in thought.

She glanced up at the sound of footsteps, and raised her eyebrows at the unwelcome guest.

“You want this?” She gestured to the ribbons of silk scattered on the table in front of her. She took a seat, her gaze on the other person expectant.

[arno-law-quartermaster-blog]

As soon as Arno had the ship in his sights he realized that their luck was about to turn. The merchant ship was heading back to England with it’s haul. The key was getting on board.

Arno let a sly grin creep to his face. “This will be fun.” He said to no one in particular

_______________________

After the ship was captured Arno, covered in blood, was taking inventory of their haul. A line was slowly forming of people waiting to get paid. Arno’s books laid out before him his eyes down at the books when he waved the first person up. “Name and what you think you should be getting.”

[hellish-high-water]

Ari placed her blood-slick hands on the table and leaned forward, a smirk gracing her lips.

“Arnie!” She knew he hate being called that, “My best friend. I think I deserve the largest cut, don’t you?” She cocked her head to the side. “Considering I did...most of the work, out there.”

[stormtheseasrp]

Ariella is a 31 year old Gender-fluid female serving aboard The Santa Sophia as the Helmsman.

Additional Information

♛    Not much is known about Ariella - where she comes from, her last name. She (or, in some cases, he) adapts to every situation she comes across with ease; the person Ariella finds herself today may not be the same person she is tomorrow. Some who know her say she’s a spy, straight out of the government’s pocket - though that would be ridiculous. Some speculate she’s not even human, a shape-shifter or something equally fantastical, perhaps. If asked, Ariella prefers to tell people to think what they will about her.

♛    Several years ago, Ari found herself what she considers to be a more stable job aboard the Santa Sophia. She is their helmsman, having long since proved that she can keep the ship afloat come hell or high water. Steering a ship is not all her job is limited to, however. She’ll do whatever her Captain and Quartermaster need of her, provided it benefits her as well.

♛    If asked about her past by her crew, if she’s in a giving mood, Ariella enjoys making up stories just to see how much people will believe. Maybe half the rumours about her - those of her being a spy, or a creature of myth, or royalty - are of her own doing, and maybe, just maybe, she slips some truths in there as well. With Ariella it’s always hard to tell where the lies end, and where the truth begins (if there ever is any truth).

♛    No one is quite sure where Ari’s loyalties lie. If she tells a lady she’s her friend one day, she may very well slit the woman’s throat the very next to get her hands on that pearl necklace she’s been eyeing (to sell it, of course). Ariella is not the kind of person you can easily trust, even if she does all she can to convince you otherwise. Perhaps, deep down, she’s a good person. But perhaps it’s also not worth the effort to try and figure out her true nature.

♛    There’s a man, somewhere out there (most likely stinking of rum and talking the ear off of anyone who’ll give him the time of day) who claims he knows who the mysterious Ariella of the Santa Sophia really is. Claims she’s naught more than a farm girl who, at the ripe young age of 17, saw her chance at a better life if she killed some people for some coin. He tells the tale of how she killed many people, people that used to care for her. He says she’s a nobody, and deserves nothing she has - she’s a liar, a cheat, a murderer, a monster - and that he would know. He was there, he insists. But why listen to a drunkard?