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03-05-2011, 10:58 PM
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A good captain always re-affirms his/her authority when nessecary, whether it involves killing a helpless fugitive, or a good, but misbehaving, friend.
Excellent Chapter, as always. However, I'm surprised the mighty Kat Crestshot gave into her brother and sister. Makes you look like a pushover! - runs and hides before the reprise comes - |
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#197
03-07-2011, 11:16 PM
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i liked it!!
 the dude would of done it to her in a heart beat so he shouldnt have thought about trying to get her trust and try to get the upper hand oh well haha
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#198
03-12-2011, 05:58 AM
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Locked Away
Ahoy mates! Here's another chapter, nice and fresh off of the pen ink! So, for you...
Locked Away  The ship was silent around her. Kat glanced around from her red tipped blade. “It had to be done,” she said just loud enough for everyone to hear. She flicked the blood off of her sword, and small drops of it splashed onto the deck. More stains. “Now I’m afraid that we have a slight change in plans,” she announced. “There is no longer any reason to travel to England. Correct course for…” She pulled out her compass as a guide, but the arrow spun indecisively. A small hum of annoyance escaped her throat. “Head south in the general direction of Padres. We’ll see if we can intercept some ships on the trade routes. To your duties!” she ordered. She walked up the steps to her cabin with her cutlass dangling from her side. The occasional drop of blood still spattered to the deck as she moved. “Was that what you would consider ‘necessary’, Kat?” Sarah asked quietly at the top of the stair. Kat looked at her with cold eyes. “Yes,” she said simply, and continued to her cabin. Nobody followed her. While she cleaned the blood off of her cutlass, she was left with her thoughts. The fearful look of Jenkins' last moment would haunt her, she knew. It made her question. No, she had made the right choice, she knew. If he had been a part of the crew, he would have been terrorized, perhaps even killed by another. Afterwards, if he had lived, at the first chance he got, it would have meant betrayal. She still remembered Figgins. The choice had been right. She had saved the man from a much worse fate, but more importantly, she had saved her crew. After only three days of lonely waters, the Lightning Mercenary came across a merchant ship off port side. It was quick and simple to cripple it, board it, and subsequently raid it. There were no casualties in the least from it. It was clear to Kat that the captain was new and inexperienced to his station as he fumbled about trying to give orders to his crew in counterattack. Only when Kat threatened him with the sharp end of her blade did the man completely give in. While the rest of her crew searched the lower levels for something shiny and valuable, Kat invited herself into the timid Captain’s quarters. During her own search, she called to the man, who had been on the main deck, guarded with the rest of his crew, up to her. The two locked themselves in there for quite some time, until the rest of the crew was itching to leave. They were getting impatient, and Lawrence was at the door, ready to knock, no matter what she was doing, but at that moment, it was flung open, and Kat exited with the captain in tow. Nothing appeared to have changed or have been taken from the cabin, which Lawrence considered odd, but she ordered them back to the ship and he got no chance to ask about it. They let the ship go free with only minor damages; mostly to the sails. Kat spent the rest of the day mostly at the wheel and giving the occasional barking order. The next day, however, she was locked in her cabin with orders not to bother her unless it was absolutely necessary. This became a regular occurrence on the ship. Kat would come out some mornings to perform her duties and shut herself away in the afternoons, or vice versa. Lawrence would often give a worried glance at the closed door, and he would hear the crew mutter about it from time to time. When Kat did exit, Lawrence tried asking her what she was doing all these times, but she either ignored or avoided the questions. It was frustrating him to no end. One evening, noticing that Kat hadn’t emerged for supper, Luckie sent Angel up with a plate to the cabin. Lawrence watched as she went up the steps, curious as to what would happen. A moment after Angel entered, a crash rang out from the quarters, and he heard Kat scream “Out!” Angel flew out of the door at top speed, Kat following with her sword. “What part of do not disturb does my crew not understand?!” she shouted venomously. She didn’t wait for an answer, but spun on her heel and stormed into her cabin again, slamming the door behind her. The silence among the crew was deep as the stared at the door. Angel was wide eyed like a deer while Luckie comforted her, murmuring that Kat wouldn’t have actually killed her. One by one, eyes began flicking to Lawrence. Luckie caught them when he finally glanced away from the door, nodding back towards it in a clear message to go talk to her. He sighed slightly as he noticed the other eyes staring at him with the same plea. Placing his dinner plate down, Lawrence proceeded up the steps for the verbal battle he knew was to come. Kat hadn’t bothered to lock the door again when she had charged back in. Lawrence opened it slowly, cautiously, not wanting to provoke Kat’s wrath right off the bat. She was kneeling on the floor, picking up the plate and scattered food he assumed had flown from Angel’s hands. “A little annoying, isn’t she?” he asked casually. Kat’s eyes shot up from the mess to him. “She keeps making fun of my hair. Says it’s too long and too red, whatever insult that is.” “I didn’t know about this,” she muttered. “I’ll be sure to-” “Maybe if you actually acted like a captain, you would know what’s going on with your crew,” he cut her off, the slightest hint of Mcrage in his voice. Kat turned away from him to her desk. She slammed her plate down on to it. “Lawrence, I-oh no!” The plate had hit a bottle of rum and tipped it over. Brown liquid sloshed towards a half open scroll, which Kat quickly snatched up. She rolled it up completely and stuck it under her arm as she grabbed a rag to clean up the mess. Lawrence eyed the parchment curiously. He didn’t recognize them, and he had been with Kat long enough to know about everything that she had. “Kat,” he began slowly, “What is that?” She glanced over at him, then at the small scroll under her arm. “Nothing,” she told him simply, but Lawrence crept closer. “Is that why you’ve been locking yourself in here for days now?” he demanded, grabbing for it. Kat easily evade him. “I don’t see why you need to know,” she told him brusquely, tucking the long item into her coat. “Don’t see why…!” Lawrence spluttered. “Kat, I’m your first mate! You don’t trust me enough to look at a piece of paper?” Kat paused. “That’s right, you are my first mate. And that’s all you are.” A rigid finger pointed past him. “Now get out.” “Get out?! I’ve been more captain than you the past couple of days!” he thundered at her. “I said OUT!” Kat roared. “That’s an order, Mcrage!” “Fine!” he shouted at her. He stomped out the door, slamming it behind him much like she had a few moments before. The crew looked at him suspiciously, but he just stormed down to his cot. Kat in her cabin went back to her mysterious writings. A few hours later, when most of the crew was asleep and the moon was high in the sky, Kat revealed herself again. She nodded to Tim on watch, and began making the rounds on the ship. A shock of dark green hair, shining white in the light of the moon, met her on the bow. “Do you ever sleep?” Kat asked. The woman leaning over the railing chuckled without humor. “No’ for a long time,” Luckie murmured. She turned her head to look at Kat out of the corner of her eye. “Do you?” Kat moved to her side. “You’re not scheduled for watch tonight,” she said, clearly changing the subject. Luckie glanced at her. “Apparently so.” A small hum escaped her throat, and she leaned over the railing the slightest bit more. “I come to watch tha waves. They’re very calm this time o’ nigh’. Much more so than anythin’ happenin’ on this ship, at leas’.” “What do you mean?” Kat questioned gently. “Am I missing something?” Luckie looked at her with her sharp green eyes. “Only wha’s righ’ in fron’ o’ ya, Captain.” She went back to staring out at the waters, and Kat decided not to question any more, but wait for dawn. “EITC, starboard side!” A little short, but we'll be getting into some good stuff soon.  Thank you to Luckie and Angel for letting me abuse them.  Well mates, I think we know how this works, aye? Haha, thanks for all of the reviews last time, and I'll see you guys sometime this week? Haha, here's hoping. Thanks for Reading! -Kat Crestshot |
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#199
03-12-2011, 08:36 AM
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Ooh that was a good chapter! I must know what is written on the paper!
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#200
03-12-2011, 03:01 PM
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A bit suspenseful, are you trying to go after the Fountain of Youth? (random guess)
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#201
03-12-2011, 08:57 PM
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^ Wouldn't put it past her... she's a strangeee pirate all right.
Great chapter. Would have liked a little longer chapter, but I'm good. It had better be longer next week! |
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#202
03-22-2011, 06:25 PM
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Sweetheart
*Peeks in slowly* Ha, Ahoy mates! I'm aware that this chapter is a little... well, okay, we'll just go with late and cut off little from the title, but what can I say? I'm easily distracted. It's here though, and we'll hopefully have one this Friday as well! So, without further ado...
Sweetheart The call came from the crow’s nest in the early morning. It was one of those times that Kat was actually on deck. She pulled out her telescope and searched the direction of the call. Black and white sails met her eye. She lowered it and turned to Lawrence standing at her side. “Shall we engage?” she asked her first mate. Lawrence looked straight ahead. The argument about the scroll the night before still hung between them. “It’s your choice, Captain,” he said coldly, emphasizing her title. She wanted to speak with him now – yell at him, really – but that black and white was taunting her. Now was not the moment to recede from her apparent Captain’s strength and give into emotion. “Mark course to intercept!” Kat ordered. She closed the telescope with a snap. “Raise British flag! Let’s see how close we can get without raising too much suspicion. Make sure those cannons are readied!” She shouted her orders left and right. The crew scattered as they tried to follow them as quickly as possible. Lawrence went below decks without a word, making Kat sigh internally at his stubbornness. Within the next half hour, the Mercenary had lined up with the galleon. Kat was manning the wheel and led her frigate carefully to their target, bringing the broadsides even with it. When she felt they were at the best position, she let the fury fly. “Broadside Port!” she screamed, and she heard the order echo until the cannons exploded from below. The cannonballs screamed towards the galleon, speeding through the hull. Despite the strength of a galleon’s hull, with a ship right next to it, it stood no chance. Through the holes, the crew saw men running around in panic. Man on the top deck aimed chainshots at the sails, forcing the EITC to slow. One lucky shot even caught the main mast, and it fell across the desk. The galleon would not be going down without a fight, however. Its own broadsides fired at the Mercenary, penetrating the lower deck. Kat heard the shattering of her hull as the blasts rocked the ship. Her teeth clenched in frustration at the sounds, and she called the order to send another round of broadsides. “Fire when ready!” she yelled. Her cannonballs were sure on the planks of the EITC, causing damage that made her grin. Kat belted the order to pull back the sails and to prepare for boarding. Men got out their hooks and ropes as Kat brought the ship around on their remaining momentum, and they were soon launched. Kat checked that her sword was safe by her side before launching herself over to the EITC Galleon. At her move, the rest of the crew swung over to the ship, and the battle begun. Kat drew her black handled blade with a grin that dared the men to approach her. One black uniformed thug swung at her head, but she ducked and struck his leg. A small chuckle escaped her throat with the adrenaline rushing through her veins. She saw her crew dancing in circles lightheartedly around their foes, messing with them a little. It was rather enjoyable to watch the black and white run around confusedly with her men taunting them. Where there had only moments ago been worry, now there was fun. These were the moments she lived for. But a flash of red suddenly appeared on the deck, and not the rather burnt color of Lawrence’s hair. This was bright and shiny, with white trim. This was the uniform of a Navy officer. Kat wondered somewhere in the back of her head why the Crown would be involved on an EITC ship, but she didn’t acknowledge the thought too deeply. Instead, she dodged and weaved through the many men towards that unique form. She wanted to be the one to take this one. Curiosity did kill the Kat. She was raising her blade to strike the man in the back, when someone yelled at him in warning, and he spun around. His blade met with incredible ferocity over their heads as her eyes absorbed the other’s face; the sharp, pointed features that led to a wide chin and a small, tight lipped mouth; the light brown hair swept back in the sea breeze; the large nose with the smattering of goatee just framing his mouth beneath it; and finally those dark, almost black eyes that made her feel as if she was staring straight into the coldest, most calloused abyss that ever existed. She knew this man. “Katherine?” he spoke in a low, rumbling timbre. Kat tore her sword away from his and backed up a few steps. He didn’t follow, nor did she want him to, but just stared at her in confusion. “Gregory,” she breathed. Her face was white, as if the sea foam itself had replaced her blood. The sword she had taken from Jenkins dangled lifelessly at her side. She was trapped in a state of shock. “You’re alive,” they said unanimously. The fact that they did as much seemed to stun them both back into silence. Kat’s crew and the EITC still waged war on all sides of them, but they were immune. Finally, Kat seemed to revive her thoughts as memory returned to her. “You left me,” she growled. “You abandoned me! You-” “Gregory?” Sarah’s cry of surprise drowned out Kat’s next words. Charles, who had been fighting right next to her, whipped his head around as well. “Gregory Randolph?!” he yelled. At the sight of the man, he began to charge like a bull towards him, and death would have met one of them had Sarah not been there to hold him back. “What’s going on?” Lawrence, noticing the action, asked above the battle, looking from one family member to another. Kat shot Gregory a scathing glare. “Everybody back to the ship!” she ordered as loud as she could. A few people glanced at her, and she heard mutters of ‘What?’ beginning. “Now!” Her projection was so strong that her voice cracked a little as she hit the pitch. Everyone immediately moved to action, grabbing ropes and swinging back to the Mercenary. Kat waited until her entire crew had left before taking the final rope in hand. She glanced back at the Navy Officer still staring at her. “I’ll be seeing you, sweetheart,” she hissed. Something fell from her hand and rolled into the hold before she dropped off the edge of the galleon. Her boots landed hard on the deck of her ship. She buckled at the knees, feeling them protest, but she didn’t care. “Get us out of here!” she yelled. “I don’t care which direction, just move!” The crew automatically jumped into action and got the ship moving as fast as possible. Kat looked back to the EITC and saw the smoke from her grenade’s explosion. She nodded coldly in satisfaction. “What the bloody hell was that?!” Lawrence demanded of her. She just turned away and began walking towards the wheel. Not wanting to be ignored again, he roughly grabbed her arm. “Stop walking away from me!” “It’s nothing!” she shouted in his face, trying to flee his grasp. He only gripped harder. “Stop telling me that!” he yelled. “You look as though you’ve seen a ghost!” Kat stopped struggling against him, and her eyes got a distant, fearful look. “I have,” she whispered. The question was on the tip of Lawrence’s tongue, but Sarah, who had been standing nearby, spoke first. “You said he was dead,” she stated. “I thought he was!” Kat claimed. She finally pulled her arm from Lawrence, whose grasp had loosened in his confusion. “I just assumed that…” Her voice trailed off as she travelled into a memory. “Who is he, Kat?” Lawrence asked quietly, feeling his anger fade out of fear for Kat’s state. He waited silently for an answer, but Kat was stoic and not giving it away. “That was her husband,” Sarah told him, watching her sister’s face closely for a reaction. “Gregory Randolph, Officer of the British Royal Navy.” Lawrence’s eyes seemed to bug out of his head. “You have a husband?!” Kat sighed and put a hand to her eyes. “Lawrence, remember that very first day that we met? You kept calling me ‘Mrs.’?” She chuckled without humor. “’I am not a Mrs., Lawrence. I am merely a Miss,’” she quoted from that day three years before. “That was the day I had been betrayed, abandoned by the man I had given my vows to. While I was being given assistance in escaping that grimy little island he had stranded me on, after accusing me of infidelity, I heard cannons shooting off, and I knew that his ship was being attacked. I had assumed he had sunk.” Her gaze returned to the EITC ship they had left behind. “Apparently not.” They were all silent and contemplative for a moment until Kat seemed to regain control of herself. “No matter now, though. We can’t do anything at the moment. The ship is in too bad of a shape.” Her gaze travelled to the flames on her port side. “Enough of my emotions. We do nothing about Gregory.” ’For now,’ she silently said. While writing this chapter, I attempted to draw Gregory Randolph so his image would be much clearer in my mind, and so that writing his description would be much easier. I should have that picture up on my profile within the next few days. Well mates, what do you think? Rather shorter than I had anticipated, I must admit, and honestly, it took me a while to get this chapter exactly how I wanted it. Tell me what you think, aye? Thanks for last week's reviews, and Thanks for Reading! - Kat Crestshot |
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#203
03-22-2011, 10:13 PM
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Oh well that was different. Shoulda seen that coming... interesting plot twist. Nice chapter.
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#204
03-22-2011, 11:29 PM
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Nice Crest I have always enjoyed your stories. Exellent chapter!
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#206
03-25-2011, 10:44 PM
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A bit short, but, as they say, it happens.
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#207
04-01-2011, 10:09 PM
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*pokes Crest*
Alright. Where's the chapter? It's been a couple weeks now. Don't make me take your rum! :P |
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#208
04-02-2011, 03:19 AM
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Her End
I've been doing a lot of thinking, mates. And please, before you leave, thinking I don't have a chapter again, hear me out. The truth of the matter is that yes, I don't have a chapter today. There's very good reason for this as well. As many of you know, I've been deeply involved in a musical, and that really takes up the forefront of my mind. Between memorizing lines, dance steps, music, and how to be mean (it's in the character, don't worry) I've been over stressed. Now, right after that comes my regular school work, and most of us know how that is. It's relentless, especially with all of my more advanced classes. The workload is killing me so much that, yes, I really don't have time to come on in the afternoons to play Pirates. I've missed out on seeing a lot of people in my guilds the past few days, and really the Pixies have suffered the worst. Then, last but not least, I've had a more personal matter...well, we'll just say that it's stressed me out. The whole nail-biting, running hands through your hair, facepalm stress. With all of this on my mind, I have come to a very difficult decision. I'm afraid, my friends, that The Scathed is ending. All of the stress in my life makes it so that I find inspiration... lacking. My brain refuses to function, refuses to find the words that is necessary for weaving this tale together. I'm sorry mates, but it's over. Below, I have provided my outline of what WOULD have happened, had I been given the chance. As always, Thanks for Reading. -Kat Crestshot Spoiler for "Outline" :
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#209
04-02-2011, 03:22 AM
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Har har har Crest.
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The Scathed
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I seriously have been here for about 2 hours reading. It's an amazing story. I love it. Keep writing.
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