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[aquanna-alight]

Shipwrecked (closed rp)

The day was bright, the skies filled with fluffy clouds, the waves gently rocking the relatively small vessel back and forth. The 4 day voyage from one island to another should have been a breeze. Then again, theres a reason they call it the calm before the storm.

The skies darkened faster than anyone thought imaginable, and rain began to beat down on the passengers. In no time at all, the small ship was capsized by harsh winds, then swallowed up by a deadly wave. Having hidden below deck to avoid the rain, nearly all the ship’s passengers quickly drowned. The only survivors were a deckhand, who had been attempting to secure some barrels on deck, and a little girl with....blue hair?

Both breached the surface with a gasp, and the crewman, quickly spotting a piece of the wrecked ship, managed to grab the child and pull her to the flotsam. It took some trying, but he eventually was able to get her onto it first, and she groaned in pain and curled up on herself. Now he attempted to pull himself onto the wreckage, but the sea was having none of that. With another harsh wave, the deckhand was swept beneath, and never re-surfaced.

The little girl whimpered as the storm slowly subsided, hoping her friend would return, but knowing it was never going to happen. Aside from the sound of rain hitting the water, her own sobs were all she could hear.

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      Alice tries not to sigh too terribly loud as she stares blankly at the wall behind the person speaking– at the very least attempting to look vaguely interested in whatever banal topic of conversation she is expected to be paying attention to at the moment. 

     How on earth does one pay attention to a conversation without any substance?

     Then again, according to what proper etiquette dictates, one must never bring up any topics which are too engaging. In particular, she’s always found that rule of polite society to be a particularly baffling one because how does one exercise their mind and the art of conversation with such dull topics? Therefore, even if she tells herself she ought to pay attention to such things, she very seldom does. 

     However, the unfortunate side effect of not paying attention is that she now has a reputation of being a bit distractible and odd. 

     On that note, this entire conversation would be much more interesting if they all had lobsters on their heads. 

     “What do you think, Miss Liddell?” 

     Alice is pulled from her own musings to stare at the person addressing her, and notices that the entire group is watching her intently, awaiting her response. Poor Alice feels the blood rising to her cheeks and she wishes she could sink into the earth to hide from their stares.

     “I think it’s a very good idea, and I couldn’t be more interested, but I’m sorry because I do believe I see my brother gesturing for me to join him on the balcony. Will you please excuse me.” 

     She excuses herself from the conversation and slips away to the balcony, letting out a soft sigh and closing her eyes. Of course, her brother hadn’t been out on the balcony, but she needed space and quiet to collect her thoughts for a moment. 

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Will looked at the woman, creature….whatever she claimed to be at this moment for a long while. She was bound to this ship, and it’s captain he knew, or rather, gathered, because of a deal she had made with Davy Jones…the bastard. Not unlike the rest of them if he was to be honest.

What could she do?

Not much to lighten the mood that had settled upon him some time ago, seeping down into his bones, into his soul, if he still had such a thing. But, he supposed she felt like that too, they both suffered under similar curses.

“Sit with me?” He asked weakly, patting the empty spot beside him. He was currently sitting on the Dutchman’s prow, no longer having to fear being washed from such a precarious spot. “It’d be nice to have some company for once.

❝As you wish, captain.❞ She muttered, hoping that he did not think that she only wished to sit because she was doing as she was told. Ceph could not help but wonder how being a captain could be lonely. He was not feared by the crew as Davy Jones was, but they were still uncertain of him. The devil that you know is... 

           ...probably worse than this one, but it               did not lessen their apprehension. 

❝Do you believe that we will ever make it back to the locker or do you think this is it for us... for all of us, I mean.❞ She glanced about, often wondering of the fate of the crew if this was it or if there was more. 

                                                 ❝I used to sing.❞

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“Sir... There seems to be a wreaked ship on the southern coast.” A knight stood at full attention before his commander, saluting and still in that pose.

The Elite Knights commander, the famed White Knight themselves turned, helmet under an arm. Eva was fierce both on and off the battle field, her cream blode hair pulled back into a tight bun, with a few braids to keep it secure under a helm. “Survivors?” The female Knight asked, and she was answered with “Uhhhh..”

“So, it’s a fresh wreck? 

                                    Let’s hurry. People could be wounded and in need of attention! Move out!” Her orders were acted on immediately, knights packing gear onto their horses- food, water, healing potions and salves. 

The ride did not take too long, the sun still high in the sky as Eva unmounted her steed, patting the horse’s neck, thanking the animal for its duty before she and a few of her men trekked onto the pearly white beach.

Barrels and broken crates littered the sand, but there didn’t seem to be many people with them- maybe it was a small boat just with cargo? Or maybe the passengers had survived and wandered into the woods.

“Vlad! Take two other’s to search the near by woods. If there are survivors, they may have been well enough to try to go finds help.” “YESSIR.”

It was now, that the White Knight and her remaining troops began to search the for life.

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             The witch had been told by other hunters about an vengeful spirit that had been causing trouble. They had asked him to take care of it, so he was there, waving burning sage around in the air as he tried to get rid of Will’s spirit.