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Post by Sybille Hogarth on Jul 27, 2015 19:32:42 GMT
"No sea adventure? Tha's a dissapoin'ment. Pub? Did you say pub?" Her black eyes glimmered as a wide grin spread across her face. "I 'ave no objec'ions ta dat! I nee'ed somfink ta drink anywho!" She chucked again and raced off the ship before anybody else could. So they had heard of her, had they? And she had heard of the Baroness Caitlin, the queen of pirates. It had been years since she had graced the shores of Lodan, years since -... Well, at least she would have a chance to see if the drinks were still as they had been!
Cait tried really hard not to look stunned, but the surprise on her face was apparent. "The Sybille Hogarth? You're not serious?" But she seemed genuine about it. She chuckled raspily and Cait stared some more.
"Uh, well that changes things, this boat is staying docked right here, and I for one am heading to the pub. You two are coming with me. Scratch that, the whole crew is coming. We need to celebrate." She turned to face the deckhands untying the sails and loosening mooring lines. "Avast, we have a special guest with us today. Sybille Hogarth ladies and gentlethieves. Please make her acquaintance and then get your sorry arse to the Salty Dog... so she can tell us all about herself."
The recounting of her sea stories will out her one way or the other. Either she really was the tried and true she-sailor, or she was a fraud riding the tailcoats of the legend. Whether she was savvy enough to talk her way around true seamanship would be the determining factor. Having this little test in Rava's pub, the Salty Dog meant doing it on BoR turf, so if she was a liar, she'd still be in their nest to deal with as they pleased.
Ikuze raised an eyebrow at the name, in particular Caitlin's reaction. "Alright... going to sound a tad stupid 'ere... but er... who's Sybille Hogarth?" asked the thief as the ship found itself staying at the docks and the group heading for the Salty Dog. "Some kinda famous pirate or somethin'?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 28, 2015 14:11:19 GMT
Cait hung back with Ikuze, bringing up the rear of who was heading to the pup. "She's the forerunner in female pirating. Before she proved to be just as good of a shipmate if not better than most men, everyone believed women on ships was bad luck. Some still do, but, the legend of Sybille Hogarth, while not terribly specific, did pave the way for women to pick up the sword and swing a rope from ship to ship. The name is important because she's the first famous female pirate. While she may not have an infamous past, she is a forerunner in her niche." That pretty much summed it up. "And now, she's going to prove is she's sea savvy or not. In words. I want to hear her explain what her legend was made of and whether or not she knows her way around those tall tales will inform us if she's posing as the icon or is the icon."
They arrived at Rava's business establishment and let themselves in. The bar was already crowded with the pirates sailors who debarked the ship on Cait's orders. "The floor is yours, miss Hogarth,"
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
it had been a normal night for the Salty Dog as men, woman and anything in between where keeping the bar alive , Rava watched from her bar as the pirates and sailors sang their songs and people drank and talked , the week has been full of surprises and news that had been flowing in and out had been a lot that anyone could used , but mainly Rava was happy money was coming in to her bar.
Post by Sybille Hogarth on Aug 1, 2015 0:56:13 GMT
Sybille chuckled to herself as she heard the other two speak. To think she had such a name made for herself! It made her giddy - but she would not allow them to find out that was the reason for her energy. She found herself before a tavern titled "The Salty Dog." "This what yer' we'e talkin' about?" She called as she turned to the pirate queen and the blue haired girl who walked behind her.
The blue haired girl blinked as Caitlin explained just who exactly, or at least claiming to be, this granny was. "You're kiddin' me..." she said before shaking her head as they arrived at the pub. "Well, you'd be the better judge of that than me. Good luck. I'll get us the first round." she said, making her way for the bar, after waiting to hear what Caitlin and "Sybille" were wanting to drink. "Hey there Rava. Place is looking busy. You handling things alright here lately?" she asked of the former Bandit girl with a smile.
Rava looked up from her work to see Ikuze " hay Iku, yeah its busy " she smiled back as she saw Caitlin and an old lady .... looking closer at the older person from the bar she seem very very very familiar "hay Iku? who the old lady ? she kinda looks very familiar to someone who used to steal from me back in my Bandit day " Rava asked as she poured out the drinks for them.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 3, 2015 18:40:22 GMT
"Indeed," Caitlin answered, and quirked her brow at the redhead bringing supplies in from the back room. "Rava, would you mind sending whoever-that-is on break? This is official BOR business." She waited for the worker who wasn't with them to exit before assigning a handful of her own brawny workers to watch the exits. "No one in, no one out, until I say." She elbowed Ikuze and the pair of them helped Rava to get a drink in every sailors hands.
"Alright, dearest Sybille, the floor is yours, give us your best seastories," and every time the crew cheered, she'd get a toast, and they'd chug a beer. Admittedly the later into the night it got, the easier it would be to rouse them into a cheer, but at this moment, they circled around the old woman with stone faces. She had her work cut out for her, getting the party started.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Sybille Hogarth on Aug 5, 2015 1:16:36 GMT
"Heh" Sybille murmured as she took a seat on a stool in the middle of the pirate crowd, scanning their still faces with her cold, black eyes. A glint found itself into her corneas as she said, in a tone that was vibrant and loud - "Have you all heard the story of the Angler Adversary? Or to make it clearer, the crew who took it down?"
that name , Sybille though a memory Rava Remembered a woman in her 40s who was very troublesome and was a very effective as she managed to get away with something Rava once stole during her younger years as well as given Rava a boot to the head, she watched as the old lady in question started to tell stories , but Rava wanted to make sure as she reached under the bar and per paired to see how much this Sybille knows as she waited for the right moment.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 6, 2015 21:18:59 GMT
The crew was quiet for a moment. Then, as one collectively, they all took out their weapons. Some had swords across their hips, glinting in the light. Some toted guns, though they were clustered together, and stayed away from the ones who were rubbing their hands together in anticipation of a roast or trial on ice.
"Ahem, I vaguely recall such a vessel, please continue." Caitlin said with a dung-eatting grin. She could always count on her mates to make a point, and they had. Several, actually. Even Rava behind the bar was armed and ready.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Sybille Hogarth on Aug 9, 2015 23:35:59 GMT
Sybille snickered as the weapons of the crew flickered in her vision. This made it entirely more fun. "'Twas a Navy vessel. It lurched 'cross the ocean waves, steam pulsing wih'in its veins, clad in iron. I 'member it as it was - demonic lookin', wit' spikes potruding from the front an' a fire al'ays ablaze upon its head. To say you vaguely re'all it must mean ya 'ad ne'er seen it - unforgettable." Her gaze scanned the room and landed on the baroness for a few second's time before moving on, her smile still present. "Its mission? Pirates. It 'ad ta'en down some of the most grea'est crews known ta the sea. Ol' Barnicle Beard was onea' the firs', an' e'en he wen' down easy compared to later attacks. Infamous, that ship was, until it graced our hulls. When it came, no man left the safety of it's in'erior - Aye, cowards, they were. Hidin' be'ind the steel... Cannon's blas'ed from our ship, bu' did no'ing! No'ing at all! Pis'ols shot from their side, and we retaliated the same until their cannon's unlatched them'eves. Knowin' that we couldn' sur'ive an attack of that magnitude wi'out bein sunk, I took the last cannon ball in our supply an' aimed it at that ligh' on their top. The crew though' I was crazy, but as it hit iss targe', the vessel burs' inta flames. All becausea me." With that, she turned and took a huge swig of whatever drink was closest to her, slamming the bottle on the table before adding, "Heh, howzzat fer a sea story?"
"Sooo... ship covered in spikes that hunted pirates comes along, took out whoever Barnacle Beard was, guessing he was a top pirate?" asked the blue-haired girl, looking around and getting a couple nods here and there from the crews, "It comes along to yours, your getting your backsides handed to you on a silver platter by the cannons, till you took your last shot and hit some kinda light on them that then somehow set their entire ship on fire?" the thief asked, just making sure she had gotten the gist of it. "Eh, sounds kinda weak if you ask me. I've heard better tales coming from the drunks down on Shard Avenue." Ikuze shrugged. "Then again, I'm just a landlubber, so what do I know?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 15, 2015 1:39:49 GMT
Caitlin nudged Ikuze, but not too harshly. "Ok so you got a lucky shot," She grinned. "I'll drink to that," and the cheer went up, and the glasses all raised, and the crew chugged their first round. Caitlin though, did not. She helped Rava refill the glasses instead.
"Got anything better? Any trials or tribulations, all hope is lost, the ships about sunk? Any o' that?" She wanted to know.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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