The Port and Harbor

Cyrus moved his way down towards the docks where the Twintail was anchored. He could see it from the boardwalk, the large plane that doubled as a mobile home:



State of the art, it even had an 'auto-pilot' feature in case he needed a quick nap.

He talked to the harbormaster before heading to the plane. Once it was started up and running, Cyrus pulled out from the docks and then took to the skies for his long flight Eastward, to the Kindom of Lux.

Shinxe made her way from the White Tower to the Harbor with relative ease. There were some merchants who dared to set shop near the harbor which reeked of fish and sea salt; the feline woman figured it be a good idea to check about the shops before she would search for a sailor who'd be willing to cart her furry tail towards Beijio.

Crime was rife, indeed.

Nel weaved through the stream of living beings, bumping into people occasionally who she deemed as 'easy marks'. Being a cut purse was more of a hobby than a way of life, taking wallets from unsuspecting dolts was just her way to pass time as it hardly made her enough coin to be a day job. However, it honed her skills, kept her sharp. She knew who to avoid, and who to push, though there were days where she liked to add a little danger to change it up.

She slipped to the side of some wooden crates, the darkness shielding her as she eyed the crowd and slipped her 'earnings' into her rear satchel.

(OOC: Will be making character profile soon, was getting a feel for the character type I will be playing )

Random Mobs wrote:The Harborside markets were always busy as fishing vessels unloaded their catches fresh into the ice packed stores direct to the customers, while larger cargo freighters offloaded cargo containers full of goods for road transport to the city proper, or inland to other parts of the country for redistribution to other local markets. Day and night the stalls and stores operated as a kind of ramshackle plaza of merchants, retailers, and con artists alike.

Indeed, crime was still rife in this part of town as thieves, pickpockets, and robbers mingled in with the general hustle and bustle of the crowds doing as they pleased invisible to the local authorities. Children playing among the crowds some of them apprentice criminals themselves darted between stalls and into alleyways. And always, a few octaves above the usual throng, was the chorus of merchants calling out their wares to any who will listen. "Nice Supple Fish! Very firm! Good for you!" "Why do you not have a pork bun in your hand!" "Hey there sexy lady! You want new clothes? Why don't you let me dress you?" Among other things being called out over the crowds.

Shinxe made her way through the general bustle like she had several times before. She only needed a few wares for her travels, survivalist gears which would be appropriately found in such an area like this.

BOOM!

The loud, ringing sound made her ears fold back, and her body shiver as she turned to the sign of the disturbance:

"CAN'T YOU FEEL THAT POWER? NOTHING LIKE IT IN ALL THE WORLD LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! *Cocks Lever* This here is the genuine article, a masterpiece of our times, the Manticore, twelve gauge lever rifle!"



"The 'Manticore' Lever-Action Trench Shotgun, recently developed by Steven Chesluk and Grey Arms, it is the first 12 Gauge Shotgun of our times! Comes equipped with a lever action, pistol grip design, for ease of access o'course! It holds five 12 Gauge shotgun shells, a new, volatile but effective shell developed by Grey Arms, and its rumored to be offered as a side arm to the T.I.R.S. in the coming months! Our numbers are limited, but we have been given the green light from Rolan to, in the meantime, present this powerful firearm to the public!" cried the hawker, holding the weapon above his head, standing upon a crate to show the crowd which gathered around him.

Curious, Shinxe ignored the ringing in her ears and came closer to see more about this new firearm. She was not one for firearms, but the weapon, admittedly looked interesting to say the least.

Nel too, was a bit startled by the random discharge of firearms. That guy from the gun company only set up shop recently, so Nel hadn't fully gotten used to his antics yet, compared to the other stall owners. Ughh cripes. He shoots them so infrequently, I just hope he doesn't do that while I'm in the process of rummaging through someone's pack. She thought, more irritatedly than worried. She weaved through the crowd however, looking for a new challenge. The threat of being caught seemed to only add a little more to the thrill, making her smile.

Random Mobs wrote:The hawker continued to rant and rave about the new firearm on the market. "Order yours today, and you get full  service, customization and all the aftermarket upgrades and parts! But wait, there's more! The first 50 orders get a second Manticore absolutely free! Why? because why have only one death dealing bang stick, when you can double down, and dual wield your firepower like a Gunslinger out of legend!" to emphasize the point, the Hawker drew a second Manticore in his offhand, cocking the weapons simultaneously by spinning the levers around his fingers, before firing both shotguns into his target crates. "Thats right folks, for 2 thousand Gil, you get not one, but two Manticores, and free service and customization! But only to the first fifty orders!"

The feline warrior raised a brow at the tactics; they were clearly marketing the weapon towards Scardian's due to their strength. She doubted one of the normal borns in the other lands would be able to wield two of those monsters at a time, unless they were beast-kin, perhaps. "May I see one of those?" She asked, approaching the hawker with some bemusement.

The hawker looked down from his elevated position on the crate, and his eyes widened. Quickly turning off the inbuilt microphone in his collar, he immediately responded "of course! A member of the Royal Guard is always welcome to peruse my wares!" excitedly he hopped down off the crate and flipped the safeties on the Maticores, before flipping the weapon to hold it by the barrel and offered Shinxe the handle.

"Here you go ma'am. Checkered grip built into solid Scardian Ironwood Oak. Black chrome metal and carbon parts..." he rattled off the advantages of the weapon like a well rehearsed salesman.

Random Mobs wrote:The hawker looked down from his elevated position on the crate, and his eyes widened. Quickly turning off the inbuilt microphone in his collar, he immediately responded "of course! A member of the Royal Guard is always welcome to peruse my wares!" excitedly he hopped down off the crate and flipped the safeties on the Maticores, before flipping the weapon to hold it by the barrel and offered Shinxe the handle.

"Here you go ma'am. Checkered grip built into solid Scardian Ironwood Oak. Black chrome metal and carbon parts..." he rattled off the advantages of the weapon like a well rehearsed salesman.

Shinxe took the weapon gingerly before subjugating it to an extreme durability test, smacking it hard against one of the shipping crates and spinning the weapon while also swinging it in wide arcs. For what was being advertised, Shinxe was actually impressed it was rather true to its sale's pitch. "Interesting..." she says with an amused face, looking over to the man. "Any targets I may test this on?" she asked.

The hawker smirked, and handed Shinxe a bullet "Sure, just use my target crate over there." he pointed to the wooden crate he was shooting at earlier.

The woman leaned against one of the retaining walls that protected the city in times of horrid weather. Her arms were folded across her bountiful chest, the v-neck cut into her cropped shirt revealing a teasingly eye grabbing crease between the folds of her well endowed bust. Aside from her mentioned cleavage, the top was cropped just a little below her breasts and displayed an hour glass frame with toned muscle and supple creases in her flesh which depicted her abs, toned belly, as well as exposed her oval shaped navel.

A pair of creases from her exposed upper hips descended into a v-shape before vanishing behind the hem of her brown leather belt and taut white pants. They were almost form fitting, showing off the woman's rounded curves that descended from an unseen backside (as she was pressing it against the wall along with her back), to form a pair of shapely legs and thigh high black leather boots that were cuffed and affixed by brass buckles. She was tapping her right foot, the heel clicking upon the wooden planking. She tapped her gloved right hand fingers against her left arm, the jacket she wore was a modified Scardian Royal Navy jacket; it too was cropped like the revealing white shirt she wore underneath.

During her tapping, her blade's gilded hilt which depicted a Siren of sorts rattled against her bare hip; the cool metal against her flesh causing the woman to open her visible left eye. A cerulean blue orb appeared from a pair of long, blinking dark lashes. Silky, raven black hair which covered the woman's right eye with its medium curtain of bangs swayed subtly in the blowing sea wind. Her face was placid in expression, seemingly brooding to others nearby who stayed well enough away from the woman with a large cutlass hanging from her left hip.

She was resting prior to being awoken by the feeling of the cool hilt depicting the feathered naked woman press against her flesh. Part of her was startled, half expecting to greet the face of a pick pocket or cutthroat. Not that she couldn't handle either. Again, she extruded a cold and brooding exterior. Not many but the insane would attempt to mess with that.

"Hmm... They're taking their sweet time..." she says softly to herself, speaking only to remember what her voice sounded like, given how quiet she was on her own. She was, quite the solitary woman who honestly kept to herself mostly. She wasn't one to usually start conversations, but with her cold and alienating exterior not many wanted to open up to her either. She sighed, closing her eye again, bowing her head so her right side's bangs hung, casting a faint shadow against her otherwise beautiful face. "What a pain..." she complains, her plush, kissable lips forming a weary frown.

Melissa Ronson wrote:The woman leaned against one of the retaining walls that protected the city in times of horrid weather. Her arms were folded across her bountiful chest, the v-neck cut into her cropped shirt revealing a teasingly eye grabbing crease between the folds of her well endowed bust. Aside from her mentioned cleavage, the top was cropped just a little below her breasts and displayed an hour glass frame with toned muscle and supple creases in her flesh which depicted her abs, toned belly, as well as exposed her oval shaped navel.

A pair of creases from her exposed upper hips descended into a v-shape before vanishing behind the hem of her brown leather belt and taut white pants. They were almost form fitting, showing off the woman's rounded curves that descended from an unseen backside (as she was pressing it against the wall along with her back), to form a pair of shapely legs and thigh high black leather boots that were cuffed and affixed by brass buckles. She was tapping her right foot, the heel clicking upon the wooden planking. She tapped her gloved right hand fingers against her left arm, the jacket she wore was a modified Scardian Royal Navy jacket; it too was cropped like the revealing white shirt she wore underneath.

During her tapping, her blade's gilded hilt which depicted a Siren of sorts rattled against her bare hip; the cool metal against her flesh causing the woman to open her visible left eye. A cerulean blue orb appeared from a pair of long, blinking dark lashes. Silky, raven black hair which covered the woman's right eye with its medium curtain of bangs swayed subtly in the blowing sea wind. Her face was placid in expression, seemingly brooding to others nearby who stayed well enough away from the woman with a large cutlass hanging from her left hip.

She was resting prior to being awoken by the feeling of the cool hilt depicting the feathered naked woman press against her flesh. Part of her was startled, half expecting to greet the face of a pick pocket or cutthroat. Not that she couldn't handle either. Again, she extruded a cold and brooding exterior. Not many but the insane would attempt to mess with that.

"Hmm... They're taking their sweet time..." she says softly to herself, speaking only to remember what her voice sounded like, given how quiet she was on her own. She was, quite the solitary woman who honestly kept to herself mostly. She wasn't one to usually start conversations, but with her cold and alienating exterior not many wanted to open up to her either. She sighed, closing her eye again, bowing her head so her right side's bangs hung, casting a faint shadow against her otherwise beautiful face. "What a pain..." she complains, her plush, kissable lips forming a weary frown.

[From here]

Lady Mary lead the new 'deck hand' to the harbor, when she stumbles across Melissa. "Ah, Ms. Ronson," she began. "You are relieved from your post, go into the city and enjoy yourself for a couple hours! I'm bringing Mr. Alistair here aboard; showing him around. He'll be joining us for a short time." She quickly introduced the pair, before she draws close to the Brazen Siren. "You can have your way with him tonight, as pay for being left to stand guard." She whispered, giggling in her ear before turning to Alistair. "Aye, this way Alistair." She beckons, leading him to the gang plank that lead to the Dreadnaught's Revenge:



"Welcome to the Dreadnaught's Revenge. Come, I'll show you around." She looked over her shoulder at him and winks playfully.

Alistair nodded to the raven haired woman whom the Pirate Queen had introduced as 'Ms. Ronson'. He nodded to her with a smile. Like the Captain, she was quite attractive in appearance as well. Heh, if the rest of the crew look like them, I really must be a lucky bastard! He chuckled at the thought before introducing himself. "Ms. Ronson, pleasure to meet ya." He says waving at her, before following the Captain up the gangplank to the massive ironclad ship. He whistles. "Well I would says she's better equipped than the best ship in Scardia's Navy!" He declared upon entering the deck. He was stepping onto a ship that meant business, its no wonder her Captain was so eccentric! He couldn't stop smiling as he looked around the vessel. "Like her Captain, she's a beaut." he playfully winks to Lady Killigrew.

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:"Ah, Ms. Ronson," she began.

The voice of the captain was enough to make Melissa turn her attention to the taller, beautiful, scarlet haired Lady Mary Killigrew, the Golden Siren, the Pirate Queen. She stood at attention, her years in the Scardian Royal Navy' Marines made her that way from years of habit. "Mi'lady, welcome back." She started, when Melissa turns her large blue eye towards the tall, handsome looking young man wearing what appeared to be a tattered Naval uniform like the Captain's. Thankfully she did not have to inquire about his purpose:

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:"You are relieved from your post, go into the city and enjoy yourself for a couple hours! I'm bringing Mr. Alistair here aboard; showing him around. He'll be joining us for a short time." She quickly introduced the pair, before she draws close to the Brazen Siren.

She looked from the man, inspecting him thoroughly head to toe, before turning to Lady Mary. To be given such an order sounded suspect... but being relieved of her duties and able to have a few hours to herself in the city was a nice reward for her duties. She felt a little under appreciated, especially given her rank among the crew members...

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:"You can have your way with him tonight, as pay for being left to stand guard." She whispered, giggling in her ear before turning to Alistair. "Aye, this way Alistair." She beckons, leading him to the gang plank that lead to the Dreadnaught's Revenge

She blinks at the Captain's response, before her eye catches the young man, named Alistair. She bats her eyelashes his way, and flusters slightly. It made sense why she was given her freedom to walk about now.... granted, this additional reward... or rather 'bribe' was quite favourable to the raven haired pirate. She turns to Mary with a slight smirk. "Aye, aye Captain." Melissa replied with excitement. As the Captain walked up the gangplank with new greenhorn, she followed them, patting the man's shoulder before turning to the Captain again. "He can bunk in the Brazen Siren's Quarters, and if you need anything while I'm at the market send word."

She then turns to Alistair and smirks confidently, looking him up and down again, bobbing her head gently as she inspects him. "Yes... you will do nicely." She glanced back up at him and pats his right bicep as she waltzes past him. "Welcome to the crew." She chuckled as she heads back down the gangplank; her curvy rear shifting left and right with a playful, seductive swagger as she left; her head looking back over her right shoulder to the new arrival with a mischievous look on her face before she vanished into the crowd of the fish market.

Melissa Ronson wrote:

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:"Ah, Ms. Ronson," she began.

The voice of the captain was enough to make Melissa turn her attention to the taller, beautiful, scarlet haired Lady Mary Killigrew, the Golden Siren, the Pirate Queen. She stood at attention, her years in the Scardian Royal Navy' Marines made her that way from years of habit. "Mi'lady, welcome back." She started, when Melissa turns her large blue eye towards the tall, handsome looking young man wearing what appeared to be a tattered Naval uniform like the Captain's. Thankfully she did not have to inquire about his purpose:

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:"You are relieved from your post, go into the city and enjoy yourself for a couple hours! I'm bringing Mr. Alistair here aboard; showing him around. He'll be joining us for a short time." She quickly introduced the pair, before she draws close to the Brazen Siren.

She looked from the man, inspecting him thoroughly head to toe, before turning to Lady Mary. To be given such an order sounded suspect... but being relieved of her duties and able to have a few hours to herself in the city was a nice reward for her duties. She felt a little under appreciated, especially given her rank among the crew members...

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:"You can have your way with him tonight, as pay for being left to stand guard." She whispered, giggling in her ear before turning to Alistair. "Aye, this way Alistair." She beckons, leading him to the gang plank that lead to the Dreadnaught's Revenge

She blinks at the Captain's response, before her eye catches the young man, named Alistair. She bats her eyelashes his way, and flusters slightly. It made sense why she was given her freedom to walk about now.... granted, this additional reward... or rather 'bribe' was quite favourable to the raven haired pirate. She turns to Mary with a slight smirk. "Aye, aye Captain." Melissa replied with excitement. As the Captain walked up the gangplank with new greenhorn, she followed them, patting the man's shoulder before turning to the Captain again. "He can bunk in the Brazen Siren's Quarters, and if you need anything while I'm at the market send word."

She then turns to Alistair and smirks confidently, looking him up and down again, bobbing her head gently as she inspects him. "Yes... you will do nicely." She glanced back up at him and pats his right bicep as she waltzes past him. "Welcome to the crew." She chuckled as she heads back down the gangplank; her curvy rear shifting left and right with a playful, seductive swagger as she left; her head looking back over her right shoulder to the new arrival with a mischievous look on her face before she vanished into the crowd of the fish market.

Alistair turned to the black haired woman as she rests her hand on his shoulder. Ms. Ronson was shorter than Lady Killigrew, but had a larger bosom which bounced as she walked he noticed... or tried not to out of respect. She had followed them up the gangplank swiftly, he didn't even hear her boots or weight shifting on the planks on the deck! She was someone who knew this ship as well as its Captain, and from the small exchange, gather Ms. Ronson was a veteran member of a substantial rank upon this ship. He nodded to Ms. Ronson with a curious smile. "Thanks for havin' me..." he says softly, watching Ms. Ronson walk away... her butt cutely swaying as she made her way off the ship.

Upon first glance, she looked the taciturn type, but now I'm left to wonder if thats just years of habit... though her swagger is definitely seductive, she's still walking as if she's been in the military for a long while. Her coat also suggests the Scardian Maritime Marines... He thought, watching as Ms. Ronson shot him a mischievous glance before vanishing amid the small crowd leading into the Harbor's fish market.

Alistair Valor wrote:

Melissa Ronson wrote:

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:"Ah, Ms. Ronson," she began.

The voice of the captain was enough to make Melissa turn her attention to the taller, beautiful, scarlet haired Lady Mary Killigrew, the Golden Siren, the Pirate Queen. She stood at attention, her years in the Scardian Royal Navy' Marines made her that way from years of habit. "Mi'lady, welcome back." She started, when Melissa turns her large blue eye towards the tall, handsome looking young man wearing what appeared to be a tattered Naval uniform like the Captain's. Thankfully she did not have to inquire about his purpose:

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:"You are relieved from your post, go into the city and enjoy yourself for a couple hours! I'm bringing Mr. Alistair here aboard; showing him around. He'll be joining us for a short time." She quickly introduced the pair, before she draws close to the Brazen Siren.

She looked from the man, inspecting him thoroughly head to toe, before turning to Lady Mary. To be given such an order sounded suspect... but being relieved of her duties and able to have a few hours to herself in the city was a nice reward for her duties. She felt a little under appreciated, especially given her rank among the crew members...

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:"You can have your way with him tonight, as pay for being left to stand guard." She whispered, giggling in her ear before turning to Alistair. "Aye, this way Alistair." She beckons, leading him to the gang plank that lead to the Dreadnaught's Revenge

She blinks at the Captain's response, before her eye catches the young man, named Alistair. She bats her eyelashes his way, and flusters slightly. It made sense why she was given her freedom to walk about now.... granted, this additional reward... or rather 'bribe' was quite favourable to the raven haired pirate. She turns to Mary with a slight smirk. "Aye, aye Captain." Melissa replied with excitement. As the Captain walked up the gangplank with new greenhorn, she followed them, patting the man's shoulder before turning to the Captain again. "He can bunk in the Brazen Siren's Quarters, and if you need anything while I'm at the market send word."

She then turns to Alistair and smirks confidently, looking him up and down again, bobbing her head gently as she inspects him. "Yes... you will do nicely." She glanced back up at him and pats his right bicep as she waltzes past him. "Welcome to the crew." She chuckled as she heads back down the gangplank; her curvy rear shifting left and right with a playful, seductive swagger as she left; her head looking back over her right shoulder to the new arrival with a mischievous look on her face before she vanished into the crowd of the fish market.

Alistair turned to the black haired woman as she rests her hand on his shoulder. Ms. Ronson was shorter than Lady Killigrew, but had a larger bosom which bounced as she walked he noticed... or tried not to out of respect. She had followed them up the gangplank swiftly, he didn't even hear her boots or weight shifting on the planks on the deck! She was someone who knew this ship as well as its Captain, and from the small exchange, gather Ms. Ronson was a veteran member of a substantial rank upon this ship. He nodded to Ms. Ronson with a curious smile. "Thanks for havin' me..." he says softly, watching Ms. Ronson walk away... her butt cutely swaying as she made her way off the ship.

Upon first glance, she looked the taciturn type, but now I'm left to wonder if thats just years of habit... though her swagger is definitely seductive, she's still walking as if she's been in the military for a long while. Her coat also suggests the Scardian Maritime Marines... He thought, watching as Ms. Ronson shot him a mischievous glance before vanishing amid the small crowd leading into the Harbor's fish market.

Lady Mary Killigrew turned to face Melissa who was already pawing on the poor boy, making up some sort of an excuse to do so. The scarlet haired pirate smiled though, showing no contempt or annoyance as she did so. "Ah, I will send someone straight away." She says in a sarcastic manner. As she left, Mary looks to Alistair and shakes her head left to right. "Galiavan to Alistair," she playfully called out, her wavy red hair bouncing over her shoulder as she leans over a railing towards him; her breasts draped over the edge of the railing and though they were not as big as Melissa's, he knew how pliable and soft they were in his grasp when they met at the pub. "...you know, if you keep drooling you'll sink my ship." She giggled, waving her hand in a come hither manner. "Follow me, I'll show you the bridge."

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:
Lady Mary Killigrew turned to face Melissa who was already pawing on the poor boy, making up some sort of an excuse to do so. The scarlet haired pirate smiled though, showing no contempt or annoyance as she did so. "Ah, I will send someone straight away." She says in a sarcastic manner. As she left, Mary looks to Alistair and shakes her head left to right. "Galiavan to Alistair," she playfully called out, her wavy red hair bouncing over her shoulder as she leans over a railing towards him; her breasts draped over the edge of the railing and though they were not as big as Melissa's, he knew how pliable and soft they were in his grasp when they met at the pub. "...you know, if you keep drooling you'll sink my ship." She giggled, waving her hand in a come hither manner. "Follow me, I'll show you the bridge."

Alistair slowly tore his eyes away from the crowd Ms. Ronson vanished through, before his eyes fell upon the Captain's playful gaze and her generously presented 'bounty', which hung and swayed listlessly over the railing she was leaning against. He blinked, closing his mouth and wiped his chin in a mocking response to her playful one. "Heh, well lead the way Milady." He bowed his head, chasing after her as she lead him around the ship's deck. He noticed how empty the ship looked, and was curious if Ms. Ronson was literally the only sentry on board. "Seems pretty empty, you run a small crew or are there other sentries aside from Ms. Ronson guarding the ship?" He asked the beautiful pirate out of curiosity as he followed close behind.

The Pirate Queen lead Alistair up a flight of steps and then around a curved deck that was in front of a many windows that looked into a large cafeteria like interior. She heard him ask about security and chuckled. "If you're worried about being caught with me like a lady of the evenin' don't worry about it love." She says, throwing a glance over her left shoulder with a seductive grin. "Ms. Ronson was the only one I left behind to look after the place. She alone is enough security than a handful of my riflemen." She replied, and now with her gone it was only the boy and the Golden Siren...

She lead him up another flight of stairs, and another. They were pretty high up, and it was necessary so that the helmsman could steer the ship and see all that they could around them when they were at sea. "Through here," she pointed, opening the heavy iron door to the bridge. The room had a semi-circle of windows as tall as themselves, thick glass that would easily shrug small arms projectiles shot at it.

She observed Alistair as she leaned beside the doorway, one arm swaying toward's the ship's wheel which stood at the center of the semicircle. "Have yourself a looksie, she won't bite. Not as hard as I will, anyway." She winked, folding her arms and crossed one shapely leg over the other; her pirate hat tipped down and shadowed her eyes. Behind the ship's wheel was a large table with navigational items and other equipment. "We don't have any of those fancy computers and robots that Tenik has been making of late... I don't trust the new systems yet, not when you've got the stars and years of sailin' behind you." Mary states.

Beyond the navigational table was a stairwell leading down into the decks below the bridge. She would show him the way to her private quarters soon via this stairwell...

Lady Mary Killigrew wrote:The Pirate Queen lead Alistair up a flight of steps and then around a curved deck that was in front of a many windows that looked into a large cafeteria like interior. She heard him ask about security and chuckled. "If you're worried about being caught with me like a lady of the evenin' don't worry about it love." She says, throwing a glance over her left shoulder with a seductive grin. "Ms. Ronson was the only one I left behind to look after the place. She alone is enough security than a handful of my riflemen." She replied, and now with her gone it was only the boy and the Golden Siren...

She lead him up another flight of stairs, and another. They were pretty high up, and it was necessary so that the helmsman could steer the ship and see all that they could around them when they were at sea. "Through here," she pointed, opening the heavy iron door to the bridge. The room had a semi-circle of windows as tall as themselves, thick glass that would easily shrug small arms projectiles shot at it.

She observed Alistair as she leaned beside the doorway, one arm swaying toward's the ship's wheel which stood at the center of the semicircle. "Have yourself a looksie, she won't bite. Not as hard as I will, anyway." She winked, folding her arms and crossed one shapely leg over the other; her pirate hat tipped down and shadowed her eyes. Behind the ship's wheel was a large table with navigational items and other equipment. "We don't have any of those fancy computers and robots that Tenik has been making of late... I don't trust the new systems yet, not when you've got the stars and years of sailin' behind you." Mary states.

Beyond the navigational table was a stairwell leading down into the decks below the bridge. She would show him the way to her private quarters soon via this stairwell...

"Oh, I'd gladly make love to you on the deck, that bother's me little." He chuckled. However to hear that Ms. Ronson alone was capable of defending a ship such as this, was well... "Impressive." He replied. He kept close to the Pirate Queen, hugging her back, she would be able to feel his left arm cup her stomach, and his right hand against her right breast and his hardening cock rub between the soft cheeks of her ass as they paused briefly. "I'd be lonely, if you ordered me to do such." He cooed, his breath against her neck as he fondled her chest playfully, driving his bulge against her butt a little tighter. He could see she wanted to press on with the tour, and so he slips away, patting her ass in a teasing manner before letting her continue.

Following her up the several flights, he could feel the salty wind beat against his muscular form, and now Lady Killigrew lead him into the bridge. It was quite ornate in appearance as he entered, looking over to the wheel and navigational charts spread across the table. "You sound like my father in that regard." He chuckled. "He doesn't quite trust the Tenik technologies... yet. Nor their organizations, 'a complete waste of time' or something like that, he'd prattle on." He says, turning to the Pirate Queen with a smile. "So a biter huh? What if I wanna bite back..." He asked, walking over to her, cupping her right cheek with his left hand, while his right hand gripped onto one child bearing hip, drawing himself closer so their lips were almost touching; their warm, ale scented breath washing against the other's faces.

Alistair Valor wrote:

"Oh, I'd gladly make love to you on the deck, that bother's me little." He chuckled. However to hear that Ms. Ronson alone was capable of defending a ship such as this, was well... "Impressive." He replied. He kept close to the Pirate Queen, hugging her back, she would be able to feel his left arm cup her stomach, and his right hand against her right breast and his hardening cock rub between the soft cheeks of her ass as they paused briefly. "I'd be lonely, if you ordered me to do such." He cooed, his breath against her neck as he fondled her chest playfully, driving his bulge against her butt a little tighter. He could see she wanted to press on with the tour, and so he slips away, patting her ass in a teasing manner before letting her continue.

Following her up the several flights, he could feel the salty wind beat against his muscular form, and now Lady Killigrew lead him into the bridge. It was quite ornate in appearance as he entered, looking over to the wheel and navigational charts spread across the table. "You sound like my father in that regard." He chuckled. "He doesn't quite trust the Tenik technologies... yet. Nor their organizations, 'a complete waste of time' or something like that, he'd prattle on." He says, turning to the Pirate Queen with a smile. "So a biter huh? What if I wanna bite back..." He asked, walking over to her, cupping her right cheek with his left hand, while his right hand gripped onto one child bearing hip, drawing himself closer so their lips were almost touching; their warm, ale scented breath washing against the other's faces.  

The Pirate Queen smirked as he briefly wandered the bridge. "Well Ms. Ronson certainly wont be when she returns." She says cryptically, before he drew himself upon her again. She hummed approvingly as he cupped her cheek and gripped her left hip, drawing that impressive blade between his legs against her inner thigh. She grinned, her right hand sliding around his waist and gripped his ass in return. "I'd much rather you swallow me whole... as dangerous as that is, I once was familiar with a lizard man who would do that when we laid with each other. He had an impressive cock, but I got off more by his deep swallow..." She purred, leaning close, blowing into his face before she nodded to the stairs. "You'll be working the deck with Ms. Ronson and the other crew hands, so let us leave the bridge for now. I'll show you my quarters and where you will be staying, love." Her voice was husky and whisper like, as she pulled herself away from him, taking his right hand in her own and pulled him along.

Down the stairs was a long corridor that lead to three doors, each depicting a Siren made of a different material: Gold, Silver and Bronze. The door at the center was gold. She pointed to the bronze siren, and opened the door leading into a large room that was rather militarily themed. "You'll be sleeping here from now on, unless you get bored and want to crawl into my bedroom." She giggled, before turning to him with her hands on her hips. "Go and unpack, when you're finished, come meet me in my office. Its the one with the Gold Siren." She winked, letting him get used to his new surroundings as she enters her own room.

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