That's C A P T A I N to you,

"She was like the sea, Wild and free Cruel and kind Beautiful and treacherous She was like the sea Untamed Reigning supreme She was like sea, And she belonged to it." Status: Single M!A: None [Closed, dependent rp blog associated with pirataliarpg ]

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First Impressions || thecaptainscurse

Nisa strode off her ship and onto the dock below. The port was better than most, but nowhere near honest. Honest ports were hard to come by and she avoided them whenever she could. There had been... Rumours of another captain in port, one with a crew just as infamous as her own. Though she would have liked to avoid him, as ship captains meeting rarely resulted in good tidings. Nisa couldn't prevent it, however, as the world seemed to working against.

Just a few steps out of the docks and into the port city, she spotted him. His face was plastered on wanted posters in more affluent areas, much like her own was. A few of the port's lawmen, a truly minuscule force, was walking towards the other Captain. Nisa hurried over to the other, grabbed his arm, and smiled sweetly, "Now, where did you run off to, darlin'?" As she said the words, her eyes flicked toward the lawman, "Shouldn't we be goin'?"

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[Like this post for a starter! I'm here for the day, since it's a holiday and I have nothing to do.]

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The ocean was the only God Nisa bowed to, and even then she played with fire. On land, she did not feel the same power. The exhilarating, incredible feeling of the wind in her hair and the mist on her skin was absent. With earth beneath her feet, Nisa felt anxious and on edge. The port was darker than the lat one she was in, built in the shadow of a great rainforest. The tropics were a beautiful, bountiful place to sail. But in a place with such wealth and opportunity, Nisa could not be alone. Somewhere in the city was another captain, another power, she was sure of it. Nisa slid down the ropes leading off her ship and onto her wooden dock. First thing was first, she needed to find the market, and it's shadier counterpart.

The pirate glided through the town, billowing in rich silks and bright fabrics. Ostentatious, gilded gold jewelry dangled from her wrists and hips, metal clinking softly. Several amulets, talismans, and pendants hung from her neck. A thick, silken piece of fabric was hooded over her head and hair.The flamboyant clothing was all for show, and she was not worried about being seen or drawing attention to herself. Usually, lawmen didn't risk pirate ports and she was safe to roam here. 

She arrived in the market and hummed, eyes cloaked by porcelain, "Where to start.."

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I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.

Robert A. Heinlein (via mylittlebookofquotes)

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And I said to the wind, ‘take me, I’m yours.’

B. Lafrankie (via forget-them-wendy)

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Nisa & Roderich

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Roderich’s polite smile did not falter, even at her teasing tone he remained cordial. However, his smile seemed to widen ever so slightly while amusement flickered across violet eyes. This was no whore, nor some fragile lady. It was clear by her attire, and the way she held herself that she bowed to no one. Even the small movement of her leaning back across her chair made it seem as if the world were her oyster. Something for her to flit around however she pleased.

Roderich gave a small nod at her words as if to say: 'Please do not flatter me. I am no hero; I am just a man with dignity.' Every crew that has been under his command so far has been held in high regards. He was not about to let that reputation be tarnished because one man could not keep it in his pants like some low-life scoundrel. He had worked too hard, and strong morals to uphold after all. 

A dark brow rose at her request. Partly amused, and perhaps pleasantly surprised. However, he knew she was most likely looking for some amusement of her own. Someone to play with so to speak, and though Roderich was not one to be toyed with often, he could not help but be tempted by her enticing offer. After all, it had been some time since he last gotten a chance to speak with a woman, or even be challenged by one for that matter. Also, to further justify his desire, he was starting to grow weary with looking after his men. They were grown men, some older than him. They should be able to handle themselves for a minute or two. Hopefully that is.Of course, this was wishful thinking. 

"If that is what you wish, then I would be honored to. However, I should not keep my friends unattended for long. As you have just witnessed, they can be quite troublesome." His smile remained kind, though the glimmer in his violet eyes belied his sparked interest in the other. It was not just because she was a woman, but because she offered a challenge, and perhaps an intellectual conversation. It would be quite a refreshing change from the usual incomprehensible rambling of his crew.

"May I interest you in treating you for another drink, or are you still nursing the one you have?" Roderich inquired while he took a seat across from her. His movements were graceful, while his posture was impeccable. It was a product of growing up among royals as he even had a regal air to him.

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Nisa grinned, "Oh, I quite understand the feeling. I have a little... Group of my own, so to speak. But I can usually trust them to stay out of trouble." The fact that they were all women helped that fact. Rejected by male-run ships, Nisa rebelled and created her own ship. Her own crew. The Vile Star was their vessel and they cared for her deeply. But that was long ago, before now. And now was what mattered. Now, she was here with a handsome man. He was cat-like, lean and graceful. She could admire that.

Nisa's fingers traced slowly around the rim of her empty glass, watching the man, "It's seems I'm all out. I'd love another drink." She watched him through cloaked eyes, her porcelain mask in place. It was always on her face, keeping the upper part of her face concealed. It had started as an attempt to stay anonymous, but now it had become her trademark. She was rarely seen without it, only when she slept or when in disguise. It's cool, smooth surface was a comfort. Constantly there, it felt as though it was a piece of armor. It kept the color of her eyes hidden, as well as their emotions and expressions.

The air about him spoke of nobility and regalia, a trait many strove for. It came naturally to him, she could tell that much, "Shall we play a game?" Her accented voice purred, "Boredom is unacceptable. I used to play this game with an old crew I was with." Nisa tucked a loose lock of dark hair behind her ear, "A game of names. I try to guess yours and you try to guess mine. What do you say?"

It would be hours before Nisa had anything to distract her from her guest and drinking, as none of her regular contacts could meet at the moment. A few days of shore leave would do wonders for her crew, and their morality. It also gave her the chance to repair the ship and restock their supplies. Their water reserves in particular, as they'd been running low. In fact, they were on their last container if she remembered correctly.

Nisa's bright gaze narrowed in on the regal man, "Or are you frightened of little old me?"

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Nisa & Roderich

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Flames danced within the expansive hearth, emanating warmth throughout the room as if the many abled bodies within it already did not emit enough heat. Nonetheless, they did emit other things that caused the man’s nose to wrinkle at first and his ears to ring by their gregarious garble. Violet eyes remained averted, however, since he had not come here for trouble. He merely came for a drink with his crew.

His men have not set foot on land for about a month or so, and they were longing for a night out at a tavern. Also, considering their recent victorious catch of a small pirate ship, he thought he should reward them with a few rounds of ale, rum, or a nice sip of beer. Most of his crew were new sea legs as he was pleasantly surprised how well they held themselves. However, if they ran into a much larger ship, he wasn’t so confident they would all be sitting here at this very moment nursing some kind of intoxicating liquid.

"Well hello there mister." Violet eyes glanced up from his drink, thoughts derailed as he was met with a pale pretty face. He nearly sighed at how young the lanky girl seemed to be while a dark brow rose at how tight fitting her bodice was. It suited her nicely, accentuating her curves in the most delectable of ways. However he was in no mood to indulge her. She was just another whore searching for a lap to sit upon for the night, and although it had been some time since he had anyone warming his sheets, he had no desire on changing that anytime soon. The sea was a demanding mistress as it was. He did not need anymore. Luckily that night, he had changed out of his uniform. Had he waltzed in with his royal seal, he would be a flame to the moths that flittered around the darkened tavern.

He went to politely decline the woman’s advances when one of his crewmen’s voice cut him off. He was leaning rather heavily upon some poor woman’s table. He recognized her as the one who had foolishly decided to buy rounds for everyone. With a relenting sigh, he excused himself from the whore, and went to drag the drunken crewman away before he did anything foolishly.

"A pretty thing like you must have a name. C’mon, what is it? Ya can whisper it in my ear."

Roderich sighed once more at the leering man’s horrid mannerisms as he cleared his throat to catch the man’s attention. At the sight of his commander, the man froze. Even through his drunken haze, he was wise enough to not cross the Austrian, as he swiftly sputtered an apology and scampered off. Meanwhile, Roderich shook his head lightly in disapproval before offering the woman a polite smile.

"Excuse me, Miss, I do apologize for my friend’s tactlessness. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, please do not hesitate to ask."

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A sailor had appeared from nowhere. And she knew he was a sailor, by the way his drunken grin leaned more towards a leer. A little too much ale in one of the sea-dogs and they just become a dog. Of course, Nisa was used to that sort of thing. When one spent as long sailing the sea as she did, and as a woman to boot, one couldn't avoid a few obnoxious men. Instead, she'd made a game of it.

Sporting a predatory grin, Nisa hummed back to the drunk man, "I do have a name, but only the worthy may hear it." Her persona required a lot of... Mysticism. She supposed that's what they associated her dark skin and bright clothing with. Inaccurate as it was, it served her well enough to deceive others, "And you are far from that."

And then the sailor fled, ending her game. Nisa pouted for a moment, and then looked to her 'rescuer'. She was pleasantly surprised by what she saw. To send the sailor fleeing, Nisa had expected to see a pirate captain. Yet here was someone entirely different. Bright violet eyes reflected from beneath thin glasses. He was handsome, in a very traditional, classical sort of way. Nothing like the men of the ocean she'd seen.

Nisa's lips curled into a wicked grin, "Heroic sort, are you?" She crossed her legs and leaned back into her chair, looking the man over again. He cut an attractive figure, "I assure you, I'm quite used to the occasional drunk sailor. A drunk sailor who hasn't seen a woman in months." The Ottoman laughed lightly, "If I felt uncomfortable, I would have handled him myself. But, " Her manner was cheerful, "You have my thanks."

Though she wore a coat over her chest wrapping, much of her skin was still revealed, which was likely why she had such trouble with men in the ports, "Anything? Well, I'm quite alone now, as you have no doubt noticed. Care to join me for a few drinks?" It wasn't often she met honest folk, and it was interesting to see the other side of the fence. So to speak anyway. The Captain of the Vile Star could only remain anonymous for so long.

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Visits to port was a common occurrence, as they needed to fence stolen goods and resupply for another voyage. Of course, this port was far nicer than the ones Nisa was used to. Pirate ports were usually dirty, dark, damp, and filled with the most... Unsavory of people-- Not that she was much better, mind you. They were safer for Nisa, however, than ports like this one. But no matter where you went, the taverns were exactly the same. The ale was swill and the whores were pushy. It felt a bit like home really, she decided as she saw down in a darkened corner of the bar. From her space, she could see the whole area, door included.

"Next round is on me. Everyone gets a drink!" Nisa grinned, feeling generous at the moment.

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

"Gold, to be frank. Gemstones too, and let's not forget swords. If it's shiny, worth a lot, or kills people... Well, it makes me feel better. Others? Not so much."