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Tracey still kept her distance. But she still called out, "are you yourself ok, Miss. Medic?" Not very loud but lous enough. Hen of course she sneezed again. Yup, not her best day.

At least she didnthave a headache...yet. that was a bonus, rijt?

(Hey, I am really sorry for not being active. I think I took on too much of a big role as a captain. I wasn't sure what I should be doing and I have lacked inspiration. Feel free to give the role off to someone else. Again, I am sorry. Normally I am much better at replying to roleplay. I understand you would probably be angry with me. Again, I am sorry. I will leave the roleplay so you can give the role to someone who can handle it.)

Amelie DeLacour | Female | Sailor (Not yet recruited) | Ship | Interactions- all

"Never been better, petite poisson." Amelie smiled. She tried shifting into a better position but grunted in pain when she hit her back on the wall. " I just may need a few more swigs." Amelie said, already a bit tipsy from her previous drink. She took a few more sips and set the flask down again, tilted her head back and waited for the alcohol to kick in.

(Can someone explain whats going on I lost track)

(Idk where the idea came from...But what if the navy men had some spies or something on board the Night's Revenge?)
(Okay, pirates are all well and good in their part of the role play, but any of you Navy men ready to...idk, get involved with the pirates and stuff?)
(Mistressnyx, just a heads up, you might want to remove Bluepearl13 from the rp list on Navy men. I don't think Blue wants to do this rp anymore. :p Sorry if I told you something you already knew. Or the information was wrong.)

Pigwidgeon|Powder monkey| deck-town-ship-kitchens-main deck|

Pigwidgeon ran through the dark streets of the town, the ship needed to leave soon and it was lucky that they had docked near the very shop she needed to brake into.
Her over large dark coat flew behind her, but she was used to its weight. But as her foot hit a loosened brick from a alleyway she went tumbling into a muggy large puddle.
She spit out any of the water, her hands and knees stinging but otherwise fine. She cursed more than most girls her age would ever even hear.
She struggled up, hoping she hadnt made that much noise, and was off again, but more quietly and carefully in the dark. Her normally braided dark red hair having come undone and waving behind her, some of her soot had also been washed off in the puddle to reveal more freckles.
Once she got to the shop she picked the lock with a handy hair pin she kept in one of her many pockets. Luckly the hinges were finely greased as the door swung open to to dark shop within. She grinned despite herself.

She hadnt run on the way back but had settled for a jog, her heart hammering. The shopkeeper had heard her and come down stairs due to her stupid clumsiness. She had just managed to slip out in time, hoping she had enough.
Once on the ship she disappeared down below deck, and squeezed in the small place for all the gun and cannon powder. Her place. Her responsibility.
It was smal and cramped, everything covered in the dark glittering powder.
She unloaded her pockets, setting aside some bullets she had also stollen. Just outside the small chamber was where she slept, almost as if she were guarding the substances within.
She sat down on her rolls, taking inventory of all her pockets in her coat. She tried to use a cloth to wipe away some more soot from her face, but it didnt do much. She opened to just leave her hair down, tangly and dirty as it was and hopped up and started fir the kitchens, her stomach grumbling.
She hoped the Captain was alright, after she got something to eat, she decided she would go check up on her, and tell her of the new inventory as well.
As she entered the kitchens, pots and spoons everywhere from the battle beforehand she seemed to grow cold and her stomach dropped.
The old cook, Ida, had been jolly but stern, she had always welcomed her in the kitchens though, sometimes just as company. She remembered the room being warm with fumes of whatever was cooking wafting around, her trying to snatch a sweet bun only for Ida to catch her, warning her off with a small smile, joking that shed need to try harder than that.
Even remembering the sad memory Pigwidgeon was still hungry and grapped some bread from a cuppard, finding some bland cheese, and headed up deck.

Cassiopeia | sailor, apprentice|

Cassiopeia manned the ropes, they were dreadfully tangled.
As she moved around them, her sharps eyes filling each knot, finding it almost a game to untie them, to figure out where they crossed to be undone.
As she was up in the ropes she noticed that one sail had a gash through the tough white fabric. She leaned over, stretching the sail out a bit to fully assess it. It wasnt that bad but still, it would need to be fixed.
Sewing. She thought sourly. Never thought that be the first thing Id do as an official pirate.
She had learned to sew, as all proper ladies should, though her stitches were jagged they held, though she found the whole thing of sewing as a lady to be pointless and boring. No thinking involved, just mindless strokes to keep a woman busy from more important things.
She signed through her nose and climbed down heading towards where the Captain.
She had seen that girl Amelie with a sewing kit she thought her better to approach about fixing the sail, but figured the Captain would want to know first.
*I untangled most of the ropes. The sail on the Mizzenmast has a gash through it though. It needs to be sewed up.* she spoke bluntly, her voice smooth but cool. Her bicolored eyes sharp, studying the way the Captain looked so exhausted, she thought she should have gone with her Quarter master, but knew if she were to suggest such a thing, even on a ship of female pirates, it wouldnt be taken as the wise advise that it was.
She waved her hand towards where Amelie and Defiance had gone. Her silver waves of hair glittering in the moonlight.
*Amelie had a sewing kit* she knocked her head to the side, thinking.
*Though she might not have thread strong enough...*

( Sorry, completely forgot to do a reply xd Max doesn't mind giving orders. I am going to guess there was a time skip and they are now sailing...?)

Maxine Nevermore | Female | 19 | Captain | Location- Forecast deck > Maindeck | Interactions- Night revenge crew

Maxine looked out at the vast oceans and sighed deeply, she looked to the new crew and she carefully moved, trying not to make it noticable that her wounds were affecting her. She knew that someone must of saw them at the docks and she almost growled to herself, cursing herself for letting it happen though she knew not if it really had. Finally, she walked down from the forecast deck towards the main deck, her footfalls heavy and loud. She had been so tired, she was unable to control herself enough to not make sound as she walked. She finally had gotten to it, and said aloud as so everyone could hear her, " Alright! We got ta get this 'ere ship up and workin' in perfection. Amelie, I want ya to take the room to the left o' mine, it was the old medics room. Go through out supplies and take what ya need ta so it runs like it should. Cassiopeia, ya seem young and capable, I want you to go into our weapons and sort em out, make sure everything is in order there. Pigwidgeon, I need ya to sort the kitchen supplies.. You know how the old cook kept em, right? " Finally, she got to Electra.. She thought for a moment and said, " Electra, I need someone of yer strength used in a way ya can't hurt a person, I need ya to go and clean the cannons, and stock the cannonballs up next to em for easier use. " She didn't know what to do with Tracey and some of the others, but she'd think of something.

( Assuming they were all in range to hear her )