Post by Aurora on Nov 7, 2009 17:42:19 GMT -5
Green eyes looked out long and deep on the horizon that seemed forever blue. Endless really, but Paige would not remove her eyes from it. Being lookout had it's advantages. For the lazy one, rest that lasted until the captain ran you through for an attack that cost the lives of many on the ship. That was not Paige. She laughed in the face of heights, being able to jump down from the lookout post itself and into water was considered a hobby for her. Tying quick knots that stayed was also a hobby of hers that helped everyone in the long run.
Glancing down she could see the others, her fellow crew members for which she had been with for a while now. How long? She lost count when she stopped caring about time. They were sailing, under orders of Captain Rapier DeWitt, they were to sail until they discovered the island of Curr. There resided the known Davin Fitzwilliam and his own crew. They had taken an unknown something from a Navy ship, and apparently it was for Pirate eyes only. She felt sorry for the Navy ship that had to go through that plunder. Meant no one lived if they got what they wanted. At this time, all Pirates were allies, but it would not last much longer. This was it. A pact had been made that the Navy ship that passed through the West Routes were to be untouched so that there would be less Pirate hangings and already that pact had been broken.
Their mission....to find Fitzwilliam and bring back whatever it was that they had stolen from the Navy ship in the first place. When the peak of a mountain came to view Paige gasped for a moment and took hold of the nearest rope. She had come to trust every part of the Seventh Sanctum. Grasping the rope firmly and with ease she took the plunge downward swinging around the mast once until she landed in a crouched position. Straightening herself out, she stood up and had a pleased look on her face as she quickly made it to the Captain's quarter's and knocked on the door. She was second mate on the ship and proud of it.
"Captain! The mountain top has come into view. They're there unmistakably on Curr. Two ships lay on the harbor, pulled in no doubt."
Paige would wait for a reply, no sooner would she turn to leave then he would let her know of something else that she could do. Paige was nothing out of that current world. Normal, only extremely adventurous. Probably the youngest on the ship, could fit in small places, worked well with rope and finding way out of places. Leaning up against the doorway she pushed goldish brunette hair over her shoulder and played with the ends. It was held half up and half down by a pin she had brought from home. Where ever that was now.
"hmm...seawater is horribly damaging.."
Placing a boot that went up to her knees up on the wall to support herself, she took a quick glance at her nails. Still clean, which was great actually. She had a fair completion, even for being out in the sun all the time. She wore a black skirt with leggings that went into her boots. The skirt with a slit up its left side that ended at her thigh, yet went no lower than the top of her knee. A burgundy blouse that went off the shoulder and a black corset over that. She sighed softly and turned to look at the ship. Beautiful she was.
It was a golden brown with it's share of some damage. It made the ship strong though seeing that she could resist so much. Six floors, not including the room on the stop of the ship, the wheel over the highest part, six cannons on either side (Not including the ones below deck), rope ladders on either side reaching the top of the mast, dungeons of course (the dreaded gallows), and the small homey touch of each individual crew member on board. The creaking of the ship at night had become a comfort they had all heard it for so long.
Looking back toward the side of the room there were a set of stairs that led up to the wheel. One of the crew members,Gavin Locksley, was rushing down them. He was somewhat rugged, tall, muscular, deep blue eyes, his blond hair tied into a ponytail. The two of them constantly competing against each other, only to better themselves in the end.
"Paige! There's Curr! tell the Captain!" He seemed excited, he had yearned for a fight for a while now.
"haha...beaten yet again Gavin, you've always been the slower one. Always the last to find out about everything.." She said it like she was the one running the place. She only teased of course.
"I may be slow, but who was the one who needed the
saving last time..." Paige rolled her eyes at that.
"I wish you would have just left me there like I wish every time you bring it up...that happened two years ago.."
"So..it still counts.." He chuckled his low chuckle and ran back up to his post.
"I didn't need saving....I needed help getting out of a hole...two totally different things!" Paige called after him.
"You keep telling yourself that lass!"She heard him yell from the top.
"I will then.." She mumbled to herself.