A Pirate's Life

Antonio: Antonio runs up the mountain of barrels until he is on top of the highest one he can fully stand on. He looks around, and then the smile on his face disappears faster than a snowflake in summer. "C-Cap'n. The Barrels are all in place. The one misplaced one is gone." He looks around frantically. "How the HELL did you do that?!" he angrily stomps on a barrel. "I will check down here longer. You should check the deck to see if somebody's seen the spy."

Anton: Smirks as he sees the lady looking out at the ocean, then looks down to see the First mate. "Ahoy there Comrade!" he looks up at his men. "finish repairing the sails. Spoasibo!" He climbs down to greet the First mate.

As a cook, Simeon didn't really do anything besides, obviously, cook. With the ingredients they had here, he could only make simple food which hardly even needed half an hour, expecially nowadays. So, in his free time, he usually just pretended to teach himself how to fight. Of course, in reality he knew how to fight but someone who can wield a sword as well as him at such an age could only be a noble. And that was one part of himself he wanted to hide from the rest - it was better they didn't know the real him

Now, however, he wasn't cooking nor training. Instead, he had retired to a more isolated part of the ship and just started to gaze into the open sea. If asked, he already had a reason to why he was here - check out and watch for ships. Though, if one looked long enough towards him, they'd notice he waa deep in thought - he was thinking about his old home. Not missing it, he prefered this place to there any day. No, he was thinking about his brain washed siblings and that the ones that weren't corupted while he was there were now.He watched the waves and wondered what they were doing now - probably something boring. He sighed and continued to watch.

Peter yelped in surprise as he was pushed aside from the taller blonde man, almost dropping his things. He sighed, as he may as well get used to this treatment. He wondered what to do now,  the ship was in decent condition, and he had received how orders from anyone yet. ..Perhaps I should unpack my things? Or maybe I should just wait for a moment? He thought to himself, getting a bit nervous.

Basch was standing at the end of The Silent Empress, whistling a tune to himself as he examined the knife he had just sharpened. Sighing, he placed the knife into his pocket. He glanced around the ship, wondering if the rest of the crew needed his help at the moment.

Atticus shook his head at Matteo. "I think you underestimate your own crew, fratello. We've seen the Captain take down ships all by herself. I think we can withstand a couple encounters," he turned to Yukiko, "as long as it doesn't have anything to do with a Kirkland." Although Atticus was in love, he was not stupid. He could see right through Yukiko's expressionless face.

"I think we can take that English eyebrow bastardo..." Matteo muttered under his breath, "I'll bet that his eyebrows are so bloody huge, they cover his face like a big black beard that grows out of his forehead and he can't fight because he's too busy trying to get the hair out of his face."
He snickered slightly at his joke.

(( England my child, do you need Aloe Vera for those burns? They look pretty severe, third degree, probably!))

Antonio: He wasn't used to not being in charge. "R-Right! I am sorry Cap'n!" He climbs onto the deck. "ANY OF YEE SCURVY DOGS SEE ANYONE NEW?!" He looks around "You! Child! You are seemingly innocent enough. I want ye to find the spy here. If ye help me, I'll get ye a hammock myself!" He looks around. he did this because nobody would suspect the child of espionage.

Jack: Jack stumbled from the bar, very drunk now. He sees his ship, and starts to move towards it. He gets to the ship... eventually, and looks at everyone on board. "H-Hello Mates. *hiccup* How's it going?" He collapses on the deck.

Friedrich stepped out onto the deck of his ship where his men stood at attention. His Kaiser had given him the task of killing or capturing pirate captains to eliminate their threat on the seas. It would ensure that merchant fleets and people could sail unharmed and unhindered. In exchange, he and his men would be rewarded for each pirate captain brought in. "Men, our mission vill be difficult. Pirates may be scruffy und underfed und no match for us who are the elite. But remember, pirates are crafty und haf many tricks. Do not underestimate your enemy. Our targets are simplified. Ve only need to capture any pirate captains und bring them in. If there are no captains, their crew vill lose morale und become disorganized. Vhich vill ultimately be their undoing. I vill decide vhat ist to be done vith surwiwors. Now remember your training und remember who you are! Ve are the Imperialische Sturm Elite, und ve shall vin in the end!"

Viktor shielded his eyes from the strong sun as he came up from the hull. "I will never get used to this ridiculous environment," he grumbled in a heavy Russian accent. He looked up as he heard Esmeralda and lightly smiled. "Keep up the good work!" Out of all the people on this ship, he only trusted her and their Captain. The trio had been together ever since he traveled to the pirate ridden Caribbean. Suddenly he heard a new voice and looked down to see the shirtless Anton. Viktor's statuesque face turned to stone. "Firstly, you will address me as Sir. Secondly, who are you? Finally, who brought you here mate?" Viktor was not the type of person to let anyone onto this ship. Suddenly he heard a thud behind him and whipped around to see his Master Gunner passed out on the floor. Viktor's eye twitched as he stared at the drunken form. His fists were tight and walked forward to deal with the mess.

Atticus looked at the stressed out Yukiko with loving concern. "Ah! Indeed fratello! We can see his ship from miles away with those things!" He jumped to stand next to her. "You are an amazing captain ma'am and I wouldn't have you any other way."

Esmeralda looked at the scene beneath her and sensed trouble. She slid down the mast and adjusted her belt. "Oh no, not again..." She walked past Anton and put her hand on Viktor's shoulder. "Calm down Viktor, everyone needs a break once in awhile. I checked the canons and they are all armed and ready. He has done his job for the day. I'll clean this up, I promise." She smiled up at the gigantic man and felt him calm down.

After addressing his soldiers and dismissing them, he went up to the helmsman who asked for a heading. Friedrich thought for a moment before answering. "Ve shall head to the nearest port und find any intelligence ve can on these pirates und their actiwities. If ve are lucky, ve may ewen be able to catch some there." The helmsman snapped a salute and turned the ship to head to port. Friedrich looked up to the crows nest to see his spotter scanning the horizon through the telescope attached to his rifle. Above him flew the black, white and gold tricolor with an imperial eagle in the center. He gave the order to lower it and instead raise a Spanish flag to trick any passerby's.

Anton: Smiles happily. "Alright then... Sir" He looks around. "My name is Anton Koval, and I am your master carpenter." he looks up towards the men working on the sail. "Good work Comrades!" He stands there looking up at his work, messy black hair being blown in the wind.

Jake: looks up at the first mate. "Hi there *hiccup* I got all the cannons in place" he slowly starts to stand up, and then catches his balance.

Peter was about to answer the Italian as he heard Antonio yell over to him. "Spy? Where at, sir?!" He answred in surprise, rushing over to him. He was not a boy to decline an order, that was for sure, plus a hammock did sound nice.

As Simeon gazed out, he saw someone drunk come on. Wait, he knew him. The master gunner? What an idiot... His nose screwed up in disgust. If there was one thing that he despised, it was people who didn't know simple stuff. One thing that stayed with him while he had been a noble was his arrogance. Sometimes he couldn't stand how people acted, so immature. But he ignored it, or more precisely them. Watching the drunk be, well, drunk, he hoped he didn't need to deal with him in any way. Though he doubted that a cook would deal with such things, come to think of it.