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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Eol
Pokes Eol with a cheeseburger. See what happens when you take a vacation, the work piles up. 
Hope you can find time to update for some of the other people.
Posted on 2017-08-03 at 06:27:06.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Posts
Alright all ye landlubbers, git ta posting before Maggie keel hauls the lot of ye. 
Posted on 2017-08-03 at 06:20:14.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis (The Reboot)
Subject: Detained
Aly tilted her head and smiled as Brea expressed her fears of closed places, "So long as you don't cause a problem I see no reason to put you in there." She then turned to the rest of her team,
"Lets go. We have one more to pick up before we go back." She paused as the two walked up the ramp and went in their own directions then she turned back to Brea, " I hope the next one will be as easy as you to bring in. But.. Knowing my luck.. It won't be as easy."
"I'm trusting you," Brea said looking Penumbra straight in the eyes, "I won't cause any trouble, unless I am threatened." She hoped the certainty of her words were clear in her voice. She held out her hands so that she could place the small bracelets on her, and allowed her to place the bigger one around her neck. She would then sit where they told her to sit, and she would relax and try to enjoy the ride. She liked flying actually, and if possible, she would sit back and try to doze a little while they flew to their next destination. She hoped their next pickup would be as easy it was with her.
Posted on 2017-07-30 at 16:28:12.
Edited on 2017-07-30 at 16:32:49 by Altaira
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Sounds good
No problem Silent, I'm not going anywhere.
Or am I? That is the question right? 
Posted on 2017-07-29 at 15:36:40.
Edited on 2017-07-29 at 16:19:42 by Altaira
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: Potentials
She hasn't much longer to wait and can see through Anna's long glass the pair approach the shore from the town. The Dog's longboat is still beached with a single man stationed to protect it and man its oars should the need be. Mags watches as her sister engages in brief conversation with the sailor and then, when Mr. Virgil Grover boards, Captain Cole assists the crewman in pushing the boat into the softly rolling surf before climbing in herself. Another few minutes and the longboat is aside the Sun Dog, the rope ladder hanging over the side and a couple of watch sailors standing by.
Anna is first to board, followed by Mr. Grover who pauses at the rail to scan the deck before swinging his leg over and fully boarding.
"Seen some rough seas, have ya?" Grover remarks dryly as he spots the still unrepaired damage from their last hunt.
"Rougher than some," Anna replies. "Satisfied tha' we are who we say we are?"
"No' quite," Virgil rolls his thick jaw about and considers the lay of the land, as it were, but Captain Cole is tired of playing the complacent and presses the issue.
"You asked t' see the ship, Mr. Grover," she narrows her eyes strikes a stubborn pose, feet shoulder-width apart, fists on her hips. "You've seen ‘er. I'll allow fer you t' inspect the cargo seein' ‘ow yer here, but mind yerself, sir. I'll no' accept a wit further insult withou' answerin' it in kind."
Maggie stood by watching and at Anna's words, she moved he hands to rest on the sword on each of her hips. Her hands seemed to be just resting there, but it was obviously a move meant to put her in a position to draw her weapons quicker if Anna gave her any signal that she was to dispatch this disrespectful cretin.
Grover lazily turns his tiny eyes to the protesting woman and with as little release of energy as possible, raises his eyebrows into the sweat beginning to form on his forehead. Beneath his walrus mustaches, the large man presses his lips together as his shoulders square to the much smaller captain. The watch sailors shift warily and drop their hands to their pistols and swords but make no further move. Virgil's beefy hands remain relaxed, however, and after a moment's further consideration he motions with his left and accompanies the extended arm with a low, "Then, t' the hold, captain.
Motioning the watch to the hold grating, Anna turns sharply on her heel and strides purposefully to the latched door they open. Hovering at the top of the descending stairs, she stiffly mimics his recent motion by extending her left hand towards the opening and offering, "After you."
Knowing Maggie's moods, Anna meets her eyes and gives a slight shake of the head before following the hulking tavern owner into the lower reaches of the Sun Dog. The message isn't so much to dissuade Mags from following and participating in the engagement as to warn to rage off and remind her to keep a cool head about her.
Maggie seemed a little disappointed, but she turned and followed Anna and Grover into the hold. She saw Anna's head shake and she rolled her eyes; her sister was always trying to get her to keep her cool when dealing with men such as these. Kill one little merchant because of a little understanding, and she never lets her forget it. It wasn't like people had liked the man much anyway. Once in the hold she stood back and watched her sister handle the negotiations; this was the part where Anna excelled; Maggie on the other hand preferred to handle things differently. A sword point at a throat did wonders for obliging negotiations.
Mercifully cooler than the deck, the Dog's hold is mostly empty. Faint odors of saltwater, sweat, and other unpleasantries hang in the air with a persistence. Stronger whiffs of lime and oil caress the nostrils of all who have made their way into the shade, farming implements are tied against the small stack of barrels containing the raw lime, rough cut lumber in a pile approximately six feet tall and eighteen feet long runs up to the other side, and set next to the lumber are various pieces of residential furniture. The "treasure" is embarrassing to the captain, but she cannot run a ship without what little money it will bring in and is determined to negotiate the best price for it.
"This be it?" Grover folds his arms across his chest and rocks with the delicate sway of the ship.
"Aye," Anna cagily watches his response. "This be it."
"Wha's tha' smell?"
"Lime," Captain Cole replies steadily.
"Lime? Wha' the ‘ell is that good fer?"
"It's good fer somethin' or they wouldn' be shippin' it, now would they?" Anna boldly proceeds. "The furniture an' the wood'll bring a fair price on the market. As will the farmin' goods. I'll wager a pretty penny tha' the barrels o' lime'll fetch a fairly decent price as well. I'm willin' t' part with the whole cargo lot fer five hundred crowns."
To his credit, Virgil doesn't openly scoff. Doing so might have won him a shortsword in the gut by an irate Hellfire Maggie and it is possible that he sensed as much. Instead, he calmly counters with, "A hundred crown in cash, two hundred in promise at the sale o' the goods, an' another ten shillings in drink fer each o' yer crew at my tavern."
Anne begins a methodical stroll about the hold, her thumbs hooking her belt as she mentally works through the offer. After a time of consideration she turns to face the large business man and counters, "Four hundred an' seventy five crown. Two hundred in cash, two hundred in promise on the sale, an' seventy-five t' split amongst my crew in food, drink, an' women courtesy o' yerself."
And that's how the negotiations proceed for the next few minutes before Mr. Grover concedes to a price of four hundred crowns, one hundred and fifty in cash, two hundred and twenty-five in promise, and twenty-five in food, drink, and wenches for the crew. Anna accepts Virgil's outstretched hand and allows hers to be engulfed in its mass for a few shakes before extracting it.
"I'll see ya back t' shore, Mr. Grover," she declares and starts for the stairs.
"There be one last thing, Captain Cole," Virgil tilts his head on his thick neck and waits for her to turn around and face him again. "I'm wond'rin' if I can sweeten our relations a little."
"Careful, Mr. Grover," Anna Cole cautions, a wary look resting on her beautiful, freckled face.
Maggie's hand grasped the hilt of her swords at the man's words, and what it 'sounded' like he was suggesting. But hearing the man's next words, it seemed they both had perhaps misunderstood his meaning. She slowly relaxed and moved her hands back to rest on her belt as the man continued speaking.
"There was a time when I held a much larger share o' the sales here," Grover ignores her warning and charges forward with his offer. "Tha' is ‘til Davenport muscled me out. I wan' me share back an' I wouldn' mind seein' ol' Davenport experiencin' some o' the hurt he's put on my business as well."
"An' what makes you think we're the types t' handle tha' sort o' thing, Mr. Grover?" Anna refrains from looking to her sister to catch Maggie's reaction.
Maggie's reaction was to raise an eyebrow at what she thought the man was suggesting. She was intrigued and paid closer attention to the man's words.
"Yer new t' Tortuga," Virgil replies easily. "Ya ‘ave little t' nothin' ‘cept what I jus' ceded in these here negotiations besides yer ship an' crew. People in these parts rely on reputation as much as skill an' ya do this, you'll be building on tha' reputation quickly and fiercely."
"Besides ‘avin' you owe us a rather large favor," Captain Cole states.
"Besides the favor," Virgil repeats.
"I'll think on it, Mr. Grover," Anna turns and begins ascending the stairs. "Meanwhile, I'll ‘ave me crew deliver the cargo t' yer warehouse if you'll tell Maggie where it be."
As the captain achieves the main deck, Virgil turns to Hellfire Maggie and scratches at his jaw. "I no longer ‘ave access to the main warehouses. Those be Davenports' now. Yer crew can deliver the goods t' me tavern. We'll put it in with the stores fer now.
"Davenport thinks he's dug in quite well, Maggie," Virgil shares in a quiet voice. "He won' be expectin' trouble. Should be easy, an' might include a nice haul fer the Sun Dog too. I'll be happy t' discuss shares o' whatever Davenport holds with yer captain at her leisure."
"The Captain will let you know if she's interested," Maggie replied as she guided the man back to the launch which would take him back to the shore. She watched the man descend the latter to the launch, and instructed the rowers to deliver him back to where they picked him up. Once the launch was away, she turned back and sought out Anna. As she walked up to Anna, her sister could probably read Maggie's thoughts before she even voiced them.
"We are going to do this job right?" Maggie said, her excitement evident in her voice. She wasn't usually the thinker of this pair, but she thought this could be a major boon for them. Anything that might bring them more coin, and better trading relationships was always welcome. She knew that having a favorable relationship with a trader, in a port like Tortuga, was a good thing. They could often steer you towards good prospects to 'hunt' in the future.
Posted on 2017-07-29 at 14:16:55.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis (The Reboot)
Subject: Deceptions?
Brea wasn't freaked out by the appearance of the strange craft; actually she was intrigued by the technology. To be able to cloak a ship from visual, and she assumed, radar and other detection methods, was something that was extraordinary. She had read articles on the research being done on this sort of thing, but nothing had hinted that it was available. Of course, she wasn't surprised that the government agencies were keeping this all a secret; other nations would kill for this technology.
"Stand right there for a minute," the dark-haired girl said, moving past twin rows of five egg-shaped pods that lined either side of the rear of the bay. She stopped, just past the pods, and from the sound of it, opened a compartment mounted in the bulkhead just outside of Brea's field of vision.
"Again," Penumbra said, closing the compartment and turning back toward Brea, "Don't freak. This isn't as weird as it looks,"
As the young Prometheus Agent strode back toward her, Brea glanced back over her shoulder and noted that the two "trailing agents" had yet to come up the ramp. Instead, they had taken up positions at the bottom of it, one on either side, as if they were standing guard.
"Hands, please?"
"Huh?" Brea's head swiveled back around to find Penumbra standing in front of her with a trio of curious looking rings in her hands. Two of the rings were smallish - about the size of manacles but not connected to each other in any visible fashion - the third was considerably larger.
"Hands," Penumbra repeated casually, tucking the larger ring under her arm as she snapped open the two smaller ones and held them out. "Nothing to worry about," she smiled, "just protocol, for your protection and ours. They'll take them off again when we get where we're going,"
Brea looked at the items that Penumbra was carrying and smirked slightly, "I assume those are to neutralize my abilities so I wont be a problem." It was a statement and not a question. It only seemed natural that they would want to make sure she couldn't run, or do anything else to harm them or the craft.
"I have no problem submitting to this," Brea said nodding to the items, "but if I am correct in assuming that those," she gestured with motion of her head towards the egg-shaped containers, "are for restraining those less friendly towards being 'recruited', I ask for your word that you wont put me in one of those. I'm not crazy about being trapped in dark places."
She turned her head slightly and saw the position of the men, and the still open ramp at the back of the craft. Unless they had some means to stop her, like some sort of field over that opening, she thought she could still escape if their answer was anything other than what she desired. She understood that she was giving up some liberties in order to join whatever this was, but she wanted to be a willing participant and not a prisoner. If it seemed like she was going to be the latter, she would be out that door quicker than they could blink. She turned her eyes back to Penumbra, even though her body was slightly turned towards the exit, and watched her for any signs of deception.
Posted on 2017-07-29 at 13:30:54.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Great!
Good thing too! I was about to make some of these lazy scally wags walk the plank.
Posted on 2017-07-26 at 06:11:30.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Cheeseburgers
I guess I'll have to make it a Double Cheeseburger to entice an update. 
Well Brom, you can have the onion rings, just without the breading and put them in that steak. Sounds Great!
edit: removed gif
Posted on 2017-07-19 at 15:23:39.
Edited on 2017-07-22 at 09:21:59 by Altaira
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Wait. What?
Hammer, are you saying that you'll be gone 6 weeks to this event? Or do you mean July 29th, as you said Saturday and Aug 29th is a Wed where July 29th is a Sat. Hmm?
Posted on 2017-07-19 at 15:09:04.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: Inauspicious beginnings
The Sun Dog's longboat carries a total complement of fourteen comfortably, sixteen when cramped. Having lowered it to the crystal blue waters below the first of the Dog's crew to go ashore boards by climbing down the rope ladder one at a time under the watchful jealous gaze of the rest of the crew not assigned to their various tasks of making sure the ship is at rest. Anna is last to venture onto the boat and deftly moves to the bow of the small vessel where she plants herself next to Maggie and adjusts her sash and sword to a more comfortable position. Eyeing her sister for a moment, the unlikely captain allows her thin eyebrows to rise just a little before leaning forward and saying in a low tone, "We're attemptin' t' establish positive relations this day, Mags. Tha' scowl yer wearin'll likely move people away jus' like a squal movin' in would."
Maggie glanced at her sister and her scowl intensified for a moment, then softened and was replaced by more of a neutral expression before she simply turned to look out over the water towards the docks.
Shaking her head in mock dismay, Captain Cole settles her mouth in an amused smirk and pats the side of the boat loudly. "Let's make shore, boys!"
Once ashore, Maggie followed slightly Anna a couple steps behind her and to her left. She kept a watchful eye out as usual; she had taken on a role years ago of being her Captain's bodyguard as well as sister. Maggie Cole didn't trust too many people; Anna of course, Fin as well, even the Sailing Master was trusted for the most part. The Surgeon, she wasn't so sure about him even now; maybe it was his profession where he was only really needed when things went wrong, and often there wasn't much he could do in the end. It took awhile to find the place that Anna had heard was the place to sell goods here in Tortuga; she hoped this would be over soon as she hated this part of the job and glad that Anna was the one to usually handle the negotiations.
Grover's tavern is simply named, Grover's Tavern and despite the prominence that the owner supposedly holds, it is a simple affair. The taproom is wider than it is deep with a low-hanging ceiling that reminds Anna of the hold of a smaller ship complete with rafters that people need to duck under and lanterns swinging in the occasional intruding breeze through porthole sized windows. Two serving maids maneuver throughout the square tables bearing tankards and mugs in their arms and playfully inciting the patrons to tips through flirtation. Sourness hangs in the air as a strong odor mixed with the stench of spiced sweat exacerbated by the heat. There's barely a murmur at this time of day as those that are in attendance are either early drinkers or leftovers from the night before. Standing at the entry for a short few seconds, Anna allows her eyes to adjust to the dim light before moving boldly towards a nearby table.
"Thars a women's club a few blocks down the street, miss," one of the serving wenches smiles broadly in her approach to the table. "Perhaps you'd be more comfortable there?"
Anna ignores the suggestion, preferring to allow Mags to reply, and continues to assess the room.
"You can shove the f***ing women's club up your arse," Maggie growled lowly at her and then gave the woman no further consideration.
In the far corner another door leads to the back and it is there that the serving women constantly return, so it is there that Anna assumes the proprietor resides.
"I wish t' speak with Mr. Grover," she turns a cold and calculating eye on the wench. There's no misgivings, no judgment, just a detached icy presence addressing a servant. "Business."
Raising her eyebrows, the serving girl looks to be about to reply with a practiced retort but thinks better of it. Glancing between the two armed red-heads, she nods briefly and turns to make her way briskly to the back room. Both of the Cole sisters can see that they've drawn the attention of the few patrons present; men staring over their mugs with dirty, swarthy complexions and sunken eyes filled with self-loathing and hate. And though Anna is mentally categorizing the perceived danger of each man, she otherwise makes them think that they are of no interest to her by using a short fingernail to dig at the wood grain in the scarred tabletop and staring, for the most part, at the door through which the waitress went.
A few minutes pass before a burly man in a stained leather apron over a rough cotton shirt with an open collar follows the maid from the back and looks to where she points. Vergil Grover is no more than five eleven with a bald head, large handlebar mustaches, two huge gold hoop earings that drag his lobes down, and a broadness about him that makes Anna immediately think of a bull. The all-seeing eye is tattooed on his chest between his collarbones, staring out from the opening in his collar and his beefy forearms are covered with additional ink from Asian styled dragons to African tribal marks. He stands in assessment for a brief time before touching the serving wench's bare shoulder and sending her on her way as he clomps towards the Cole's table.
"You demanded an audience?" he rumbles in a voice that heralds straight from the center of the earth. The sarcasm wasn't lost on Anna.
Rising up, she looks him in the eye, standing with no more than a foot and a half between them. "I asked t' meet with Mr. Grover, an' if'n yer ‘im, then I'm pleased with the service o' yer establishmen' thus far."
"I'm Virgel Grover," he replies, the left side of his mustaches twitching. "An' who might you be, young miss?"
"I am Captain Anna Cole o' the Sun Dog," Anna motions to the chair opposite her and to Maggie's right. "An' this is my first mate, Maggie Cole."
"Ne'er heard o' ya," he remains standing and so, too, does Anna. "Either o' ya. So, tell me why I should be wastin' my morning talking with ya an' be quick ‘bout it."
Maggie's eyes narrowed as she listened to the man, his disregard for woman was obvious and it immediately made her dislike the man. She tried to relax and do as her sister had said and keep her simmering emotions from showing on her face. She kept her eyes slowly observing the room and only listening to the exchange between Anna and this Mr. Grover.
"We was told tha' you'd be the one we want t' strike up a business relationship with t' offload cargo." Captain Cole tilts her head, the plume on her hat drifting a little in the breeze caused by the motion. "If tha's no' true, well then, we'll be on our way. I've no time t' waste with pleasantries, Mr. Grover."
Suspiciously eying the two women through beady little orbs, Virgel chews his tongue and frowns. "Two women come int' my place an' want t' do business, Captain an' first mate, ya say?"
"Aye," Anna replies evenly. "Captain an' first mate o' the Sun Dog. New to Tortuga."
"How, in the bloody nine, is it tha' two women captain a ship?" Apparently deciding that at least this bit of information is worth his time, Grover steps to the side and pulls out the proffered chair. "Most sailors can barely stand to be on board a ship when women are passengers."
Maggie's eyes darted back to the man at his last words; one hand moved of it's own volition a little closer to one of her short swords resting at her hip. She was not listening intently to what was being said now, for if this man continued in this manner, he just might be doing his negotiating with the tip of her sword at his throat.
"I'm no' gonna sit here an' debate the merits o' my captaincy, Mr. Grover," Anna attempts to steer him back to the matter at hand. "Are ya interested in me cargo, or should I be lookin' elsewhere fer a business partner?"
Anna calm words reminded Maggie of why they were here; slitting this man throat would make Anna mad at her and she often tried to avoid it. Not that she was always successful in that endeavor. Her hand moved away from her sword and rested at her side once again.
"Tell ya what, miss," Virgil slides easily into the chair and places one heavy arm on the table. "You spend that sass elsewhere. I can tell that ya got spunk, an' the other one here seems t' have the devil ‘n her heart. So, I've no doubt that the two o' you can muster enough steel t' hold yer own in most situations. But, I've got t' test the waters ‘fore I cast off. I'd like t' inspect yer hold before committin' t' a thing."
Anna can sense Maggie's response coming. Most often, the cargo is brought to a location for inspection. The only reason that Captain Cole can fathom Grover wishing to see their hold is to get a better idea of the women he's dealing with and how they run their ship.
The strain on Maggie's face at the audacity of this man, and how he was treating them, was evident on her face. She struggled to keep her mouth from blurting out the words she so wished to speak. Somehow, she was able to restrain herself long enough for Anna to respond to the man in a manner that was designed to defuse the situation.
"I'll show ya mine if ya show me yours," Anna Cole states coldly after a moment's thought.
Grover flashes a wily grin, "Delightful."
"Mags," Anna begins without taking her eyes off the wide features of the proprietor. "Head on back t' the Dog an' prepare t' receive a visitor."
Maggie turned her head to look at Anna as if she hadn't hear her correctly. If Anna had looked at her, she would have been able read the thoughts dancing in her head. Why should we give in to this man? Why not find someone else? But she knew that Anna always had a plan and that she didn't always share the details with her; so she simply got to her feet with an audible deep sigh.
"Aye, Captain," she replied and, without another word, turned and strode from the Tavern, he angry strides leaving no doubt to her thoughts on her orders.
She would return directly to the longboat and then to the ship as ordered. Once she was aboard, she would gather some of the Watch men left aboard and make sure the address anything she thought might seem out of place to a fence. She had the men clean up the deck, though most of it was shipshape as the Sailing Master wouldn't allow the men to go ashore without all the lines properly stowed and secured.
Turning her attention to the hold and organized all the goods that would be for sale to the merchant when he come aboard. Once everything was ready, she had the men return to their duties as she stood upon the forecastle and look out over the water towards the dock and kept an eye out for the longboat that would bring Mr. Grover and her sister.
Posted on 2017-07-18 at 18:38:48.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Nice
Great Super power! But the taste of the cheeseburger is much greater than the smell. It was awesome.
Now, if we can just get that update. I have another cheeseburger, medium, and a big side of Onion rings to go with it.
Posted on 2017-07-18 at 18:29:44.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Busy day
Was very busy today at work; as soon as I have my Cheeseburger, I'm going home to start work on a post. Should have it up tonight or tomorrow.
Posted on 2017-07-18 at 16:08:36.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: All this talk of ..
.. Cheeseburgers and I just have to get one. Waitin an a 1/2 lb. with onion rings. Mouth is watering. Ooooo here it comes.
Posted on 2017-07-18 at 16:06:37.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: 1st post
Ok, my 1st Hellfire post is up. I hope it is suitable.
Now Maggie will have a habit of cursing, a lot. I hope the way I handled it is also suitable for this site. If not, let me know and I will try and 'adjust'.
Posted on 2017-07-14 at 19:55:43.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: The Ice Princess and Miss Heat Miser
1st Mate Margery Cole stood on the Aft deck of the Schooner Sun Dog next to her older sister Anna and gaze out at the approaching harbor of Tortuga. She was about the same height as her sibling, and they shared the same red hair; but while Anna liked the flashy dress such as her white blouse and a fancy plumed hat, she preferred dressing in dull, and darker colors. She wore a simple man's faded green shirt atop dark blue breeches with tall black boots; all of this she adorned with a long black trench coat that was ornately trimmed, and a simple worn looking Black hat that looked like she had found it in a refuse pile. While Anna liked her long saber sword and pistols, she wore a pair of short swords, almost like long double-edged daggers, worn on each hip. She seldom carried a pistol, but when she did it was kept tucked into her belt for easy access.
It had been a long journey to get here and they didn't have a lot to show for all their efforts. But, they had the ship and most of a crew that they had been whipping into shape; well Margery, or Maggie as she preferred, did a lot of the 'whipping'. Anna demanded strict discipline of her crew, and Maggie was the one to make sure that the discipline was felt by those that slacked in their duties.
Anna had always been the leader, being 7 years older, and had watched over the two of them since they had fled the orphanage years ago. They were sent to the orphanage after their destitute mother died. They stayed there, spending most of the time on the streets rather than tending to their chores at the orphanage. It was Anna who took most of the beating that were due Maggie; she always looked after her kid sister. But when Anna reached 18, the orphanage released her but intended to keep Maggie, who was only 11 years old. Anna came back that night and stole Maggie away and they had been taking care of one another since.
Maggie looked over at her sister as past thoughts were drifting through her head. She loved her sister, but Anna had been the one to always make the decisions growing up because she was the eldest. Even now Maggie felt that Anna was a little too overprotective still; even though she was now 26 years old, Anna sometimes still treated her like she still needed protection. Maggie would sometimes bring it up to her, but never in front of the crew. Anna was the Captain, and while Maggie was her 1st Mate, she totally supported her and wouldn't do anything to undermine her sister's authority. Why would she? Who would take over as Captain; certainly not her, no way she wanted the job. Oh, she would disagree with Anna's decisions sometime, but always in private.
Creaking timber and the cries of sailors going about their work fills the air as the sailmaster sets about the task of bringing them to anchor in the harbor. Eyeing the busy wharf, Anna glances to her right and meeting a furtive look from her little sister.
"Once at anchor," she instructs. "Give the men a schedule tha' keeps fifteen on board the Dog at all times. Fifteen sober men, Mags. We're no' in familiar waters ‘ere an' I wanna see how warm it is ‘fore we dive in."
"I'll select men from each Watch and have them rotate out as needed," Maggie replied, "and they will know what condition I will expect them in when their duty comes." Her tone left no doubt as to what her words would be like to the men required to stand guard aboard ship and the punishment they would face if she were disobeyed. Being the 1st mate, one of her duties was to keep track of the watch schedules. There were three watches consisting of a primary command officer, Captain, 1st Mate, and Quartermaster, with the deck crew divided among them. The only ones not assigned to a watch, were the Surgeon, Sailing Master, Carpenter and Cabin Boy; they were considered to be on duty, when needed ,24 hrs a day. The watches stood 8 hr shifts when at sea, and as needed when in port, though with a lesser contingent of men normally.
Receiving the acknowledgment she has come to expect from her kin, Cole turns to her quartermaster. "We'll set ‘bout findin' somethin' t' hunt right away, Fin. Can' afford t' have the men growin' bored. We must keep them fed. Set Cracker ‘r Simple Jack about restockin' the hold an' take the other t' find me somethin' t' hunt. Let's be quick ‘bout it.
"I'll take Mags an' seek out the contacts we need t' establish a line o' sale fer the cargo we hold now. We'll hopefully be able t' pull enough t' keep the men waist deep in liquor an' tail ‘til we have somethin' lined up."
Turning her questioning look between the two of them she asks, "Any questions?"
Maggie shook her head slightly, and turned to take care of things prior to them leaving the ship. She spent the next few minutes selecting the men who would be the Anchor watch and would stay aboard to guard the ship while the command staff and most of the crew were ashore. As she was doing this, she overheard a lot of what was going on as Anna gave commands and permissions to the others.
She overheard Scotts speak of the need for a strong woman and strong whiskey; she remained silent with only a slight shake of her head being the only sign that she might have heard him, or maybe the shake was regarding something else, who could say.
Goncalvo keeps a keen eye on the approaching dock, not at all distracted by Campbell's discussion. Timing the furling of the sails is an art and he is an artist.
"Drop all sails!" he calls as they steer into the shallower waters.
"We anchor in the ‘arbor, Mr. da Nazere," Anna barks, still looking out at the town before them. "The boys can take the longboat in."
Sounds of complaints erupt from the main deck as sailors overhear. There's one longboat on the Sun Dog and by giving this order, Captain Cole has delayed a great many men from seeking relief in a bottle or whorehouse.
"Belay that F***ing S**t", Maggie growled at the sailors, "if you want to see shore at all, you'll stop your F***ing bellyaching." Anna remained silent for Maggie knew she probably didn't care, but she wouldn't let these men show disrespect for their Captain's orders.
"Before any of you get other ideas," Goncalvo calls out to the men rushing up the netting to obey his orders, "furl those sails correctly and ensure they are properly lashed." He always looks after the sails for without them the Sun Dog is just a floating lump. It is the sails that capture the wind and allow the ship to fly across the waves.
Maggie gave a faint nod at hearing the Sailing Master's orders to the crew. She had no complaints with the man's handling of his duties; he made sure the ship was well cared for in regards to it's sailing. She liked the man too, he had discipline, and she admired that. Of course she wouldn't say as much aloud, but he probably knew it, because she had yet to bellow at him for slacking at his job.
By the time the ship was anchored, and the longboat readied, Maggie had seen to the Anchor watch and make sure they understood their instructions. She had gone to her cabin briefly to retrieve her pistol and tucked it into her belt; since they were going into strange territory, you never knew when you might need it.
Arriving back on deck as the 1st longboat was ready to depart; she joined Anna and the others, who join them in the longboat for those assignments which were most important, like Anna and her, Fin, and the Mr. de Nazere.
Posted on 2017-07-14 at 19:48:18.
Edited on 2017-07-14 at 19:50:12 by Altaira
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Shark Tooth ... Oh ha ha
Hammer, I replied to you PM regarding Shark Tooths question to Maggie.
Posted on 2017-07-14 at 18:48:07.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: a post
Good reading thus far. I'm working on a post now. I hope to have it completed by tomorrow.
Posted on 2017-07-13 at 18:50:50.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Sails aloft
"Haul on the main brace! Make ready the guns! And run out the sweeps."
In other words, let's go!
Posted on 2017-07-12 at 13:13:19.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: A song
Here's a little song to set the mood:
A Pirate Ditty
Posted on 2017-07-11 at 09:53:43.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Wait, what?
Wait a minute! I have to be a Buzz Aldrin, choreographer who is also a cow midwife consultant, while Hammer gets to put on a catsuit and dance around security laser beams? That's not fair! 
Posted on 2017-07-11 at 08:10:49.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Super power bump
I guess he got distracted by all the wonderful attractions in Branson that he forgot about us. 
Posted on 2017-07-10 at 07:29:14.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Pic
Keeper, your link doesn't appear to work. If you're trying to post a pic, if you email me the location of the pic, I can post it for you.
Posted on 2017-07-10 at 07:26:00.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Great
Some nice looking pics, and a Q&A thread means the start if getting closer. Glad to see it.
Posted on 2017-07-09 at 20:02:38.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon - Recruiting - Closed
Subject: Yep
You think women are trouble now, just wait till the high seas adventure begins. 
Posted on 2017-07-07 at 18:10:50.
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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Hmmm
I wasn't sure on when he was leaving I guess. Thanks for the info, Hammer!
Posted on 2017-07-07 at 17:06:09.
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