CaptainSwan

~The crew would notice that all repairs to the ship are going well no major damage was actually done. However there is an odd leaking of sea water and blood seeping from the boards pooling on the deck and then vanishing. The storm grows thick and heavy in the east but the sun shines brightly above them. The crew can see huge swells and waves in the distance but no waves hit us. The rank stench of death is still on the air. ~

~when the fog begins to lift all the crew can see that there has been absolutely no damage to their ship. The only debris is from what they shot themself at the Dark Lament. ~

~From the fog appears an apparation. It is Icy cold and appears as a walking storm with swirling grey clouds encasing its transparent form. At the heart of the storm lies a well chisled human man's face. His deep golden amber eyes search the crew. His yellow gold hair whips around his face in wet tendrils. He glides acrossed the ship looking at the crew sadly and longingly. If any make a move on him they would go right through him. His ghostly deep voice rolls in echoing tones as powerful as the sea.~ Fear me or fight me and make me stronger. Love me and release me, head me and save yourselves but most of all release me. ~he moves through the ship leaving puddles of a mixture of salt water and blood in his wake all around the ship. He finds the captain in the surgeon's pressence and leans down to him.~ May the God that damned me save you. Do not expire here from this fight. ~lightening fills the room and goes through the Captain surging him with an energy that is so strong it tieres him to a restful sleep. When he wakes he will feel stronger than he ever has, though he was not healed of his wounds just strengthened enough to make a full recovery and continue living.~

~there is nothing to fight just and empty foggy confussion. The voice persists into the darkness~ "RELEASE ME" ~Swan comes back to decks and looks around and stands next to Ciran~ Where is the voice comming from?

~Swan climbs down to the Captain's aid. ~ Where is the surgeon?! ~swan gets down to examine the captain and his injuries.~

~The Dark Lament vanished into a thick fog. Lightening and Thunder rolled and struck all around in the open waters. Waves were pitching the ships. The sent of death was still heavily in the air but things seemed unusually calm all of a sudden. Swan looks to Diego and Ciaran and is white. The watch Dog is left in thick wet drowning fog. Rain is pelting down upon them out of no where. The crew can see the sun burning brightly above them but it would not burn through this fog.~ ~From above and all around them there is a haunting howl on the wind~ "Release me!"

~anyone that is watching can see a small whirlpool forming and a storm brewing directly over head of the Dark Lament. The breez picks up once again and the smell of rot and decay fills the nostrils of the crew. Swan looks to Diego and Ciaran for any sign that they smell the stench as well and that she's not just loosing it.~

~Swan is watching this curiously and looks over to Diego and Ciaran. A flash of lightening illuminates the area but no thunder. A small breeze blows up with a hint of something else in it other than the smell of powder. The sent is rank in some way.~

~swan looks around to Ciaran and up to Diego and grins.~ Good company mates. ~she looks up and nods to Diego understanding full well~

Yes Sir, ~swan gathers her weapons as orderd and slings her bow and quiver over her shoulder as she puts all her other arms in appropriate places and climbs the rigging to the fore basket as Diego climbs up the aft Basket. ~

Permission to get my arms sirs?

~Swan climbs the rigging and looks out. She hollars up to the watch to drop down the glass. She catches it with out a problem and holds it to her eye~ Looks like all hands to deck on the merchant Sir, signalling their surendor. Pirate ship still giving chase and closing the distance...I can't tell properly if we've been seen yet, Sir. ~She jumps slightly~ They're opening the cannon ports on the Pirate ship sir...And her name is the Dark Lament.

"I'll ignore that, Miss Swan. For the record, I am fully aware of the gravity of the situation and the threat of the ships off our quarter." ~while waiting for orders she looks to the Captain.~ Captain, for the record that wasn't meant for you but Kendra and Petee who I thought missed my big mouth. I appologise sir.

~she squints and looks out again and makes an odd face~ Blue and Silver from what I can see, Sir

If I may say so, sir, The need is arising just look east at the un known pirate ship giving Chase to the merchanter....or did no one hear what I just said?

~Swan looks out and climbs half way up the rigging again. She looks out and grins~ Sirs, the merchantier is turning off and moving away from us. ~She turns with a grin then her face goes white and stiff. She turns her head so fast back at the ship that it's amaizing it didn't snap off her shoulders. She squints her eyes and cocks her head. She is silent mouth slightly opened and stairing fixedly out to the ships.~ "There's a ship in the distant east.... Full sailed, Sir. It's chasing the merchant ship, Sir a narrow league betwix the two ship's. Its an unknown ship to my eye sir, but most certainly pirate. Captain Sir, if you'll be excusing me sir, we need to be all hands and making ready to let fly the sails and hauling anchor as soon as we can sir. ~she looks back to the two ships and turns again to the Captain~ SIR! Merchant vessle has a white flag and is luffing up her sails. ~she hops down off the rigging and moves to the Captain~ Captain sir...another pirate ship and a merchent ship, we could gain ourselves a bounty if we took them. But, to be sure I'd feel a bit safer if we were ready to run or ready to fight quickly Sir.

~Swan is up and running. She climbs the rigging half way and laces her arms in the rope she looks out toward the sail and recognized the flag as a merchanter. She comes back down landing squiarely and awaits orders.~

Thank you Rummy. I've been trying to aclimate my hours to the hours I'm in the watch. Sleep most the day and up all night. You're right of course....calling the padre mate might not sound quite proper. ~Swan winks to Rummy and sits with a hot cup of coffee in her hand. She did her watch that night and not a thing was seen. She leans against the mast and watches everything that she could. No ships in sight and nothing suspicious in the town. The lack of anything presents her with a sense of disquiet, something should always be happening she thought at least something of interest but this night nothing. SHe waits for her replacement to come and tell him of the absence of anything dire.~

~Swan sees her mate Diego looking saddened and deep in thought. She rises from her shadowed seet and follows him to the galley and sits herself beside him.~ Monsignor, do you fair quite well? You looked broodful on deck. Is there anything I might do for you?

~Swan wakes and stretches in her bunk. She sits up carefully and lowers her feet to the ground. She pulls on her breeches and changes her shirt. She fastens her belt with the emptry frogs hanging on them. She pats them gently thinking of her weapons that used to hang on them. She makes her way up to the deck to see who is up and about. She nods her hellos and grins as she walks about. She sits on the railing and looks out at the waters and sighs.~

~Swan comes to sight and stands on the deck for a brief moment. It is the first time in quite some time that anyone would have seen the LT. of the watch above decks. She looks pale, clearly from her new sleeping hours. After a few moments of scanning the decks she notices one of her mates sleeping on the floor. She stops for a moment then turns and stalks below to her bunk and comes up with a blanket for him. She covers John up and moves off quietly to stand watch. As she moves among her mates she nods her greetings to them before climbing the rigging to the nest. She climbs up smoothly with out a problem and gets comfortable in the nest and continues to stand awak all night long. She looks down and listens to the crew. She sings a few songs to keep herself awake and alert.~ ___________________________________________________________ OOC: I've not fallin' off the planet. I'm now the assistant managing to a ranch. I take care of 35 horses every day and at the end of the day I'm beat. I'm really sorry I've not been as active as I used to. I miss this a lot.

~swan works with the crew. Her hands are fast and capable. While she works she hums a gentle tune. she looks over the deck to the docks.~ Oi...which man out there is the captain. I'm curious to meet the great man. ~after scanning the docks and waiting for her answer she gets back to work. She is very fast on her feet.~

~Swan saunters above to the decks. She is wearing black breeches white blouse and red vest. She takes a look around the decks seemingly looking for specific crew mates. She nods greetings to her fellow crew then goes and sits on the railing sipping her morning coffee.~

May the Wind fill your sails. and next time your brothers moan about you watching the main family tv just say "Fine then, since you want this one I'll be using yours" they shouldn't give you any more grief after that lol

GOOD GOD woman...go watch the films and read the book. The poetry is beautiful and the songs the same. Oh and by the way lol....Aa'I'sul nora lanne'lle