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| Sailors, Taverns, and a Midshipman; NTP, before "Starting Over" | |
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| Topic Started: 6 Apr 2007, 12:08 AM (257 Views) | |
| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:08 AM Post #1 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. The boatswain Matheson had only piped Liberty seconds before, but Samuel was already standing near the entry port with Yardley and one or two others from their mess. Each sailor was as smartly turned-out as they could manage, some men wearing round-brimmed hats with long ribbons trailing down their backs. Those were the Commodore's personal boat-crew, small wonder they were better dressed than their comrades. Samuel curled his lip at them, unable to squash his jealousy at their finer clothes. "Ya know the routine by now. No fightin' an' breakin' up storefronts an' taverns. Any man 'auled off t'the dungeon'll be on the wrong side o' me cane, if I've anythin' t'say about it!" Matheson barked, glaring particularly at Samuel as he spoke. The sailors declared their understanding, eager to be on their way. After a moment, the boatswain scowled and waved his hand, effectively dismissing them. In a cheering rush, the sailors broke ranks and their bare feet drummed over the deck toward the gangplank. Samuel stretched out his long legs as soon as he reached the dock, quickly leaving the others behind. His mate Yardley knew where to go, there was no need to wait for him. His first stop was one of the many houses of ill repute that were spread out along the waterfront. He'd get his pleasure before making his way to the taverns, the better to have more coins to spend on rum or ale. Fortunately for the Scotsman, the brothel he chose was not crowded with eager sailors or fishermen. He was back on the street within half an hour, grinning like a fool and eager for a drink. Yardley and two other libertymen from Dauntless were gathered around a corner table in their favourite tavern when Samuel arrived. Happily noting that there was an unclaimed mug on the table at Yardley's elbow, he hurried across the busy floor. "Oi mates, saved me a round, 'ow sweet!" Yardley lightly punched his arm. "Got yerself some pleasure, din't ya? Lucky bugger!" "Course. Any sailor worth a coin tends t'that first," Samuel answered, his gaze sweeping over the tavern. A frown creased his brow when his eyes settled on the familiar sight of a dark blue coat just entering the tavern. "Aw 'ell lads, there's a bloody middie 'ere!" What a rotten stroke of luck! A midshipman's presence in the tavern meant they were being watched. No chance of a good brawl tonight, at least not here. The sailors would have to go elsewhere if they wished to start or participate in a rip-roaring fistfight. Samuel glared at his mug of rum, wishing the damn officers would just leave him be. "We'll 'ave a couple rounds then cast off fer safer waters, ain't no fun t'be 'ad wiv a middie about." The others grunted agreement, their faces showing their disappointment. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:08 AM Post #2 |
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Originally posted by Keegan McAllister. Keegan had not been to the seedier taverns for some time. Normally he would avoid them, even before becoming "civilized," simply because of their more questionable clientele. It was dangerous for a young boy of any age, which was why he was always concerned about his friend Alden. Similar in age but never of station, they had met each other on the docks, each boy looking for a day of fishing. Alden turned out to be much more skilled at it and taught Keegan quite a few things that first day. That led to fishing lessons, which led to a friendship. Now, with the navy calling Keegan one way and his family the other, he didn't have as much time to wander down and speak with his friend. He would have tried using letters, but Alden couldn't read or write. And so, despite his better judgment, he was wandering down to the pubs in a rather conspicuous blue coat and very fine-looking breeches. He had been around Commodore Norrington, which required a better fit and quality compared to his usual docks frock. It wasn't Navy-issued or tailor-made, and was simply an imitation of what the officer's wore. His mother, the seamstress, figured, if he had to be in the Navy, he might as well strive for something higher than "cabin boy." He had a gift for Alden, a very small something he had swiped from the fort. Actually it was a knife that had belonged to a prisoner that had died, but Keegan saw no reason to tell Alden all that. The other boy could be a little superstitious, and might not like owning a dead man's knife. Keegan would simply say it was a freebie from the fort and he had no use of it. Alden could have several uses for it, either gutting fish or stabbing brawlers. When he walked into the tavern, however, he was surprised to see a mass of familiar-looking men trying to look rather inconspicuous and somber. A couple sent him fleeting, disgruntled glances, but the light was dim and Keegan might have imagined it. As he ambled closer on his way to the back of the tavern, he heard a familiar brogue, and his course deviously turned. Sure enough, there was the boy Samuel. Keegan approached him from behind, but the men near him who had a clear view of Keegan seemed surprised to see him, though they had been looking at him when he first stepped in. He clapped a hand on Sam's shoulder and grinned at him, his eyes dancing with wicked mirth. "Why hello there, Sammy-boy. How be you this fine afternoon?" |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:09 AM Post #3 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. "Why hello there, Sammy-boy. How be you this fine afternoon?" The midshipman drawled, clapping a hand onto the Scotsman's shoulder. Across the table, Yardley's expression was positively terrified. This midshipman knew Scotchy? The other sailors shifted uneasily, torn between making a departure or sticking with their mate. For his part, Samuel was hard-pressed to fight down his surprise and, he was loathe to admit it, fear. He knew that voice and who it belonged to without turning around. That damn middie... " 'Ullo sar. Just enjoyin' a bit o' liberty," Samuel answered, resenting the gross misuse of his name. "Din't reckon on bein' met by a middie, 'specially not inna place like this!" He hoped the middie would take the unspoken hint in his voice and leave the sailors to their peace, but somehow he knew that would not happen. That bloody middie had a powerful bit of control over Samuel and the Scotsman had no doubt the lad would use it at every opportunity. Like now, he thought grumpily. What had he done to deserve such punishment? It was only a damn horse! "D'you reckon we might be left to it, sar? This really ain't the place fer officers, no 'ow. There's some... entertainment gonna start up inna bit." That should do it, any other officer would not care to remain in a place where a brawl was soon to erupt. This lad could hardly be any different. A quick glance at Yardley told him that the Londoner was prepared to provide the spark for such a brawl if Samuel gave the word. Smirking slightly, the Scotsman sipped his rum. It was set, then. If the middie didn't leave of his own accord, the sailors would make him go. In right proper style, too! Samuel finally turned in his chair to meet the middie's gaze. As he did, he spotted two of the better-dressed sailors from the Commodore's boat-crew. Their fine round-brimmed hats with the long black ribbon stood out in a tavern filled with roughly-attired men. Those two would be their targets, if they had to set off a fight. Yardley had spotted the pair as well and was quick to rise, knuckling his brow as he brushed past the midshipman. Excellent. With the scrappy Londoner sidled up the bar next to the two boat-crew sailors, it would only take a shouted word to get the "entertainment" started. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:09 AM Post #4 |
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Originally posted by Keegan McAllister. Keegan practically giggled with evilness at the tone of Sam's voice. He was obviously not happy to see the younger boy, and for some reason Keegan got a kick out of torturing someone who was so much more powerful than he was. Blackmail was a fantastic invention. " 'Ullo sar. Just enjoyin' a bit o' liberty," Samuel answered. "Din't reckon on bein' met by a middie, 'specially not inna place like this!" Middie? Why was he calling him a middie? Keegan stared at the side of Sam's face for several speechless moments, since the seaman hadn't turned his head. Keegan could easily make out the Scot's grimace, and he wasn't joking when he called Keegan a midshipman. The looks on the faces of the other men were just as grim. Did they really believe he was an officer? "D'you reckon we might be left to it, sar? This really ain't the place fer officers, no 'ow. There's some... entertainment gonna start up inna bit." This information caused Keegan's brows to furrow. He looked at the men again and saw smirks, including one on Sam's face. The grimace wasn't because he was an officer who was in a place he shouldn't be (because we wasn't anyway). Now he was simply concerned for his friend's safety. Alden worked at the pub his family owned, and though he had seen his share of brawls, it didn't mean it wasn't dangerous. Keegan probably worried more than he needed, but he wasn't used to bar-brawls and didn't know the best ways to keep out of them. He glanced over his shoulder toward the sailors that had caught the seamen's malicious eyes. Those men he recognized from the commodore's group, and he knew they knew who he really was. His midshipmanship was about to be taken from him in the eyes of Sam. Being assumed as one would probably come in handy in the future, and Keegan saw no reason not to milk it for all it was worth. But the two newcomers would derail that plan. Keegan's mind was running to a solution before it had even recognized the problem. "Nothing like a bit of fun, eh?" He grinned and gave Sam's hair a ruffle before quickly and quietly skedaddling toward the window. He made sure to keep some tables and patrons between himself and the two well-dressed sailors. They were talking to the barmaid behind the counter, who was in fact Alden's mother. She had had seven children, and her bosom was evidence of this, and it made for a great distraction of which Keegan was grateful. He reached the window with no small amount of distress (especially from the people who were situated near that window), and then quickly climbed out of it and onto the street. Actually he rolled onto the street, since his hand couldn't quite grasp the window siding, but he was out, and that was all that mattered. He stood up and took a few moments to prepare himself, and then he ushered back into the tavern. "Williams!" he cried, panting slightly like he had been jogging to catch up with them. The two sailors turned around and looked at him, concern on their faces. The man named Williams grimaced. "Aye? What is it?" he grunted. Keegan put on an apologetic smile and dropped his head. "I'm very sorry for reporting this, but you and Donahue are requested back at the fort. Matheson wishes to speak with you both." When he saw the despondent looks on their faces he quickly put on a happier grin. "Don't distress, sirs, I think it's for a good reason. But then you can never tell...." His face blanked and the sailors resumed their gloom. Keegan motioned toward the door with a bit of urgency. "Best not to keep him waiting, either way." The two men nodded their heads and began grumbling amongst themselves as they exited the bar. Keegan began to follow them, but quickly turned heel and re-entered the bar. He trotted over to Sam and clapped his hands together. "So, what's the entertainment then?" he said, beaming broadly. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:09 AM Post #5 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. "Nothing like a bit of fun, eh?" A grimace flitted across his face as the lad gave his hair a tousle. Just who did that bloody middie think he was? Samuel dropped his head to the table with a thunk and let out a groan. This lad could create untold amounts of trouble for him. Him knowing about the stolen horse was bad enough, but turning out to be a sodding midshipman? It was a living nightmare! How to get out of this? He racked his brain for a workable solution, beyond the brawl that Yardley had positioned himself to start. It would only work this one time. There had to be some way to stay out of this middie's way. Or, he thought sourly, in the lad's good graces. If only he knew the sort of trouble that followed Samuel around everywhere. That was it! Trouble! The more time he spent in Dauntless' brig or the fort's dungeon the better, he decided. Such would keep him away from the middie quite well. Frustrated by the seeming hopelessness of his predicament, even with that solution presenting itself, Samuel thunked his head against the table once or twice, covering his head with his arms as though doing so would make everything go away. He had no idea what he'd done to bring such horrible misfortunte upon himself. "So, what's the entertainment then?" He jerked himself upright in the chair as the midshipman spoke again. Why hadn't the little devil scampered off to harass some other sailors? Samuel's eyes went saucer-roumd as he saw Yardley returning to the table, a bewildered expression on his face. Looking past the other sailor, he realised that the two boat-crew sailors were gone. Shite! But why had they left so suddenly? "Typical sailor fun," he answered blandly, wanting to be anywhere else but that tavern. "You know the like, I'd reckon, sar?" No doubt the lad did. He'd also know that being well away from rowdy, rum-filled sailors was the safest thing for him. Even without the two boat-crew sailors present to pick a fight with, it would not be too difficult to find other sources for creating an argument. Samuel lifted an eyebrow, pretending to be curious. "An' what're ya doin' down 'round 'ere anyways, sar?" |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:10 AM Post #6 |
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Originally posted by Keegan McAllister. "Typical sailor fun," Sam answered blandly. "You know the like, I'd reckon, sar?" Keegan's grin turned to a grimaced smirk. "Yes, I do know, that's why I stopped it. Or tried to stop it, at any rate." He stood straight and glanced around the tavern, frowning gently. Alden's mother gave him a small wave and a tired smile. Keegan smiled and nodded in return. "An' what're ya doin' down 'round 'ere anyways, sar?" Someone came out of the kitchen at that moment, carrying a tray for dirty dishes to be carried back by. Keegan lifted a hand and pointed at the boy, Alden. "A very good friend of mine works at this tavern. His family owns it. I don't want to make life tougher for them than it already is." He gave Sam a look illustrating how much he didn't want this to happen. "And there's no reason to glare at me, mate, I didn't get you in trouble," he said, his eyebrows tweaking into an almost hurt expression. "If anything I save you from it, and prevented more than is needed." Then he scowled. "Besides, there are other kinds of entertainment to thrill yourself with that don't involve innocent bystanders." |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:10 AM Post #7 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. "Yes, I do know, that's why I stopped it. Or tried to stop it, at any rate." Devil take this lad, an' spare me the trouble, Samuel though darkly. That damn middie was shaping up to be quite the ruin of the sailors' evening. Perhaps it was time to find a safer place to hole up in. Glancing over at Yardley and the others, he gave a quick jerk of his head toward the door. They took his meaning clearly and finished their drinks. No sense in wasting their precious liberty here. "A very good friend of mine works at this tavern. His family owns it. I don't want to make life tougher for them than it already is. And there's no reason to glare at me, mate, I didn't get you in trouble. If anything I save you from it, and prevented more than is needed." Then, the middie scowled. "Besides, there are other kinds of entertainment to thrill yourself with that don't involve innocent bystanders." Samuel shrugged carelessly. "Aye, an'? If not this place, then we're off to anuvver. Maybe you've got somewheres to recommend?" The other sailors snickered quietly, amused by their unofficial leader's casual, border-line disrespect. It was his specialty and he fed off the barely-suppressed chuckles. Puffing up his chest a bit, Samuel added, "An' anyways, sar, we don't reckon it'd matter 'ow we thrilled ourselves, s'long's nobody turns up dead, eh?" |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:10 AM Post #8 |
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Originally posted by Keegan McAllister. "Aye, an'? If not this place, then we're off to anuvver. Maybe you've got somewheres to recommend?" Keegan shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. The chuckles of the other men bothered him a little, but they were all against him and would take any opportunity to belittle him. Samuel certainly seemed to feed off their laughter, puffing up like a rooster. Keegan rolled his eyes. How sad. "An' anyways, sar, we don't reckon it'd matter 'ow we thrilled ourselves, s'long's nobody turns up dead, eh?" "I'm not such a humanitarian as you think," he said, grimacing at Sam. "I honestly don't care where you go and brawl and knock your teeth out as long as it's not this tavern. As for other places to go...." He narrowed his eyes and thought a moment, but there weren't a lot of places this lot could go. "Theaters, brothels, gambling houses. Best to go through your pay as fast as you can, hm?" |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:10 AM Post #9 |
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Originally posted by Aidan Kenrick. Aidan was bored and while bothering one of the officers would be amusing, he didn't fancy being told off or assigned some tedious chore instead of going on liberty, so he decided to do some exploring. He strode off in the direction of his home mind intent on one purpose and not 20 minutes later he left wearing a satisfied smirk, his pocket heavy with his father's coins. He hadn't stole it, he did need to with his father handing it over readily, if only to prove that he was wealthy enough to deny his son nothing if he chose to, Aidan tended to encourage this trait. He strolled up the high street, peeking in the windows of various taverns and pubs scattered up the street and alley ways trying to decide which one deserved the privilege of his presence. He looked smart in his crisp Midshipman's uniform, from the tailored navy blue coat to his expensive polished black knee boots, he looked every inch the young Navy officer, or would have had it not been for the decidedly un-professional glint of mischief in his hazel eyes. He was whistling "Let the Waters Roll Jack" and almost passed the pub when a flash of dark blue caught his attention. Aidan stopped and looked in the window grinning as he recognized some of the men from the ship and a younger boy he didn't know. He could see he was dressed similar to a middie but he was sure he'd have remembered him. Deciding to go in and see what was up, he walked inside and started to make his way over to where the group was. As he got closer he recognized the cabin boy he'd seen with the Commodore before though they had yet to be properly introduced. He grinned as he stepped over to the group and spoke "Evening gents, seeing you all here this must be a good spot for a pint or three, ah and who's this?" He turned curious eyes on the boy across from him "Aidan Kenrick, Midshipmen on the Dauntless, but you've probably seen me by now, your Norrington's cabin boy right? I didn't get your name, don't think we've been properly introduced" Aidan said this with a friendly smile, unaware that anything was amiss before he arrived. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:10 AM Post #10 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. "I'm not such a humanitarian as you think. I honestly don't care where you go and brawl and knock your teeth out as long as it's not this tavern. As for other places to go.... Theaters, brothels, gambling houses. Best to go through your pay as fast as you can, hm?" The sailors laughed outright. Samuel took a healthy swig of rum, grinning hugely. "Aye, nat'rally. Wot else is sailors t'do wiv theirselves?" Scratching himself idly, Samuel glanced down at the mug before him. It was nearly empty. Once the rum was gone, he and his mates would be leaving. Thankfully. Clearly the middie didn't care where they went or what they broke as long as it wasn't this place. Fine by them! "Oi, not anuvver one!" Trevenham groaned, and the sailors twisted round in their chairs to look where the man was pointing. Another midshipman was entering the tavern, apparently having spotted the sailors through the front window. The men shared a moan of annoyance as the second middie approached their table. Samuel buried his face in his mug, not liking the mischievous gleam in the newly-arriving middie's eyes. What was it with these damn midshipmen? They seemed to travel only in packs! "Evening gents, seeing you all here this must be a good spot for a pint or three, ah and who's this?" The other middie asked. "Aidan Kenrick, Midshipman on the Dauntless, but you've probably seen me by now, your Norrington's cabin boy right? I didn't get your name, don't think we've been properly introduced." Every expression round the table went blank and a silence descended over the gathering. The sailors stared at the two midshipmen, disbelieving. Could it even be possible that they'd all been had? That little... Samuel's hands curled slowly into fists and he shifted in his chair, his movement breaking the momentary stillness. "Cabin boy?" The notion that he'd been lead on by that sod was... infuriating. To think he'd been afraid of the lad's authority! |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:11 AM Post #11 |
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Originally posted by Keegan McAllister. "Oi, not anuvver one!" Keegan frowned slightly and turned around to follow the sailors' gazes. They let out a groan as another midshipman arrived, but Keegan felt his disguise unraveling before it had even been properly stitched up. The sailor's huddled toward their drinks, but Keegan kept his eyes fixed on the approaching man. As he drew closer, however, he saw it wasn't a man. It was a boy. He was new to the fleet, and the son of a noble. Kenrick. Shit. He tried to get the midshipman's attention, but he wasn't looking at him then. Keegan could only hope that he would keep quiet, or at least not say anything incriminating. "Evening gents, seeing you all here this must be a good spot for a pint or three, ah and who's this?" Keegan smiled at the other boy, obviously younger than Sam but also older than Keegan. Perhaps if Keegan could introduce himself as a Middie, then pull the boy aside, they could reach an understanding. "Aidan Kenrick, Midshipmen on the Dauntless, but you've probably seen me by now, your Norrington's cabin boy right? I didn't get your name, don't think we've been properly introduced" Or not. During the silence that ensued, Keegan pressed his lips together and stared straight at Aidan's face, his hands clasped behind his back. His cover had been effectively blown, and he was waiting for one of the sailor's, specifically Sam, to react. They all seemed rather shocked by the news, and none of them said anything for a while, so Keegan took that moment to introduce himself to Aidan. He nodded his head and bowed the slightest bit, a grin slowly but surely worming its way onto his face. "Keegan McAllister, sir. Pleasure to finally meet you." "Cabin boy?" Keegan turned to look at Sam as he shifted in his seat and uttered those words laced with growing anger. It was then Keegan realized that, while he had no power over the other sailors, he still had his blackmail on Sam. So he was much bolder in his reply than he would have normally been. "Yes! Did you really think I was a midshipman? I never told you I was. My mother is just an expert seamstress and likes for me to set my sights high." His grin turned wicked again. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:11 AM Post #12 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. "Yes! Did you really think I was a midshipman? I never told you I was. My mother is just an expert seamstress and likes for me to set my sights high." His face grew darker as he realised he could not counter that, and hope to avoid having his own secret revealed. This thought was strengthened by the grin spreading across the middie's - cabin boy's face. Damn you lad! There was precious little he could say without provoking the lad and the knowledge of being stuck so was maddening. Worse, he knew he was losing face in front of his mates by remaining silent. There was nothing he could say! Thankfully, Yardley found his voice and used it. "Aye, we bloody well thought you was a middie. 'Oo wouldn't, wiv ya paradin' about dressed up like one?" The Londoner scowled. "I'd lay odds 'e's duped lads before, like this!" A grumble of agreement rippled around the table and the sailors glowered at the cabin boy, to a man feeling betrayed. It was not a good feeling to have, when in possession of solid drinking vessels and a pint of rum in each belly. Samuel scrambled for words to express his own thoughts, without enticing the lad to make any mention of the stolen horse. "What was ya playin' at wiv such a scheme anyways?" The Scotsman demanded. "Other'n leadin' us lads on bad?" |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:11 AM Post #13 |
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Originally posted by Aidan Kenrick. Aidan watched to scene unfold before him, he had of course seen Keegan more then once about the ship but they had not spoken directly which was why he didn't know the other boy's name. Aidan observed that their seemed to be some sort of bad blood between Keegan and the sailor...Sam he thought his name was. Aidan didn't know what issues there was between the boy and the man, but he knew things could quickly get ugly if he didn't interrupt. He'd seen many a tavern brawl and even participated in a few but he felt like in this instance all of them causing a scene would not sit well with the higher-ups especially that damn straight-laced Commodore. He further knew that often time that many times a dispute could be settled with it forgotten at the bottom of a rum tankard, a strategy he'd seen employed several times and one he decided to trynow. Giving Keegan a significant look not to respond to their angry queries just then, Aidan gave the men a friendly grin and spoke. "Now then gents, I highly doubt Mr. Macallister meant any harm so no needed anyone gettin' his feathers in a ruffle about it. I've had a taste for a good grog all day and this looks as likely a place as any, what say we have a drink before leaving you men to your business? Whatever you fancy, next drink's on me, what do you say lads?" |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:12 AM Post #14 |
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Originally posted by Keegan McAllister. "Aye, we bloody well thought you was a middie. 'Oo wouldn't, wiv ya paradin' about dressed up like one?" The Londoner scowled. "I'd lay odds 'e's duped lads before, like this!" Keegan scowled slightly at the Englishman, like his honor had been attacked. Actually it had, but he had never been as hung up on his honor as his parents were. "I haven't 'duped' anybody on purpose here. Sounds more like you lads are just gullible and don't pay attention to the details." After he said that he realized that he only had blackmail on Sam. This Englishman and the other sailors could easily corner him and mash him into a pulp. Not to mention treat him badly on the ship itself and refuse to help him should he need it. It probably wasn't a wise decision to aggravate them. But he could still annoy Sam. "What was ya playin' at wiv such a scheme anyways?" The Scotsman demanded. "Other'n leadin' us lads on bad?" The cabin boy shrugged. "It was no scheme. This wasn't planned. I never told you I was a midshipman." Then he grinned and looked wistfully toward the ceiling. "'Course I never cleared up the misconception either." He looked at Sam. "Guess it was just a fun display of disobeying authority." "Now then gents, I highly doubt Mr. Macallister meant any harm so no needed anyone gettin' his feathers in a ruffle about it. Whatever you fancy, next drink's on me, what do you say lads?" Keegan grimaced slightly and glanced around the bar. He hadn't seen Alden yet and guessed the other boy was stuck in the kitchen cleaning dishes. Despite trying to support the Woodrows, Keegan had never really had a taste for any of their refreshments. They were just as cheap as their prices, but Keegan was still a good actor and could pretend they were superb drinks. "I think these men were on their way out," he mumbled, turning to look back at Aiden. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 12:12 AM Post #15 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. "It was no scheme. This wasn't planned. I never told you I was a midshipman. Course I never cleared up the misconception either. Guess it was just a fun display of disobeying authority." Death. It was the only thing on Samuel's mind, and but for the presence of other patrons in the tavern he might have done something maddeningly rash. Instead, he settled for glowering at the lad, silently telling him that his acquaintence with the Scotsman had soured almost beyond salvaging. Bloody bastard. "Bollocks, that's wot this is," Yardley scoffed, rising to his feet. "Ain't no sorta middie, so's let's be outta 'ere." "Now then gents, I highly doubt Mr. Macallister meant any harm so no needed anyone gettin' his feathers in a ruffle about it. Whatever you fancy, next drink's on me, what do you say lads?" The other middie - the real one, Samuel corrected himself quickly - made a tempting offer, and any other time he would have more than glad to accept. Current company, however, meant that the sailors were going to depart, and very shortly. Samuel set down his mug with a forceful thud and got to his feet as well. His mates followed his movement, their expressions reflecting their desire to leave. "Anuvver time, sar," the Scotsman grumbled. "I think these men were on their way out." "Aye, an' gladly." Samuel cast the cabin boy a dark glare, wishing heartily that he could give the lad a quick toss across the place. Serve him right! "Reckon Mister McAllister 'ere would care fer a round, wot t'celebrate 'is change o' fortune, like." The other sailors snickered quietly, all standing now and clustered behind Samuel. All they were waiting for was his signal and the lot of them would be on their way, in search of safer places to carouse. |
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