(Um...Yay?)

Troy | Lieumont | Deck | Nelson
"w-wh-Oh. Hi. Um, yeah. SOrry." He coughed. "Just..thinking...is all." He yawned. "I'm not drunk, i can assure you that. Just...been up all night *cough* thinking....*cought*." Darn this throat of mine Troy cursed. And yawned widely yet agian. "I swear this stupid *cough* insomnia proble m *cough* gonna drive me nuts..Or my throat issue will...."

(Yes they should probably know about his....littel issue by now. Hard to hide when half the tie you're barking orders at lower ranks)

( I didn't take him because I am already playing a captain *and I consider it badly played xd* )

Maxwell Heavens *Stone Somber* | First Mate | Location: Deck - Maindeck | Mentions: Troy, Nelson

Maxwell had spotted Commander Nelson and Troy, being a curious person as he was he approached them in time to hear his order. " Ey sir, I shall set the course this instant. " Maxwell said, rushing off to do as the captain had commanded. Soon, about 10 minutes later ( correct me if unrealistic time ) he had set the course and returned to the commander. " Sir, " Maxwell said with a bow of his head. " Is there anything else I may assist with? " He asked, his cold emotionless voice paired with how he was in general made him bleak, almost painfully so. " I have already made sure this ship is completely able to sail perfectly, but I am sure you had already known that.. " He still didn't lift his head, he wasn't scared, just very respectful.

Troy | Um...not a liumont atm | Navyshp | Open

Troy slammed his head innto his hand. Typiacl. Not the first time he'd been demoted. His relationship wiht the captain was.....complicated. Somewhere along the lines of "Get along alright' and "third most hated person in the world". ANd he didn't min d latrine duty-he'd figured out ways to get it done faster over the years. He wandered down to start cleaning. Then he'd sleep a little more. OR something.

Amelie DeLacour | Female | Sailor/ Medic | Ship | Interactions- All

Amelie coked a brow jokingly at Defiance. "I mean I could get you a gallon of sea water?" Amelie chuckled. "It'll do the trick, but it may be tad too salty for you." Amelie looked over at the medicine cabinet and took out some fennel seeds. "My mother used to give me these whenever I was in any pain." Amelie said as she tossed Defiance a small pouch of them. "Just chew and swallow them."

Amelie turned to Maxine and glared at her sternly. "I know very well that you are my captain but if you dare move again without my consent I will personally nail you to this cot." Amelie said without blinking. "Now lay down and drink." Amelie said as she handed Maxine a flask of water.

Tracey | Docks, near the pirate ship | female | Open
Tracey had falen asleep next to her chalk sketch of the bay. The chalk had soemhow managed to stay in her hand this whole time. She leaned against a post, and every now an dagiain she coughed or sneezed, makng her jerk her head and get more and more of her thick long hair cuahgt on the post.

Cassiopeia| sailor| front deck| open

Cassiopeia gripped the handle to her new sword, the glittering katana blade slightly curving. It seemed brighter than other blades, the moon or sun light reflecting off it in bands of light, bright as a star.
I can use that to my advantage in a fight it I do it right.
The handle was firm but comfortable in her hand. She swung the blade a few times, making a swoosh sound as it cut through the air, a slash of silver.
She had snuck into a few of her brothers fighting lessons, but not enough and often would get caught.
She did a few simple moves, her feet scuffing the deck, her white messy curls arching behind her as her blade before her.
Her sword dipped a bit. Watching Amelie and Electra fight, it had been a kind of dance, a deadly one. Theyre feet had barely touched the ground as they moved, their blades moving so fast that they made so sound but for the ringing when they met.
She wanted to fight like that, and it frustrated her, the fortune of her birth and childhood.
She gripped one of her blades, stolen from her families kitchens, and let it loose with a flick of her wrist. It landing with a thud and twang in the nearby small mast.
Her accuracy was good enough, as she threw another. She had learned quick to throw knives. She had practiced in her late bedroom when her husband was out.
She lifted up her sleeve of her black coat, looking at the jacked slim white scar on her forearm.
A reminder. She would chose her destiny, her future, no other.
She let her sleeve fall and took up stance again, swinging her bright blade.

Ping))

Tracey | Docks, near the pirate ship | female | Open
Tracey had falen asleep next to her chalk sketch of the bay. The chalk had soemhow managed to stay in her hand this whole time. She leaned against a post, and every now an dagiain she coughed or sneezed, makng her jerk her head and get more and more of her thick long hair cuahgt on the post.

(uhm i got left behind what did i miss)