A bit of the old Parlay, jacques/oni, open to spectators!

He had to have a few more drinks before he could push himself up and away from his table. Jacques walked slowly and steadily out the door and towards the docks where their boat was moored. Oni should have known better, right? Or, well, he should have known better. She was a feisty girl, she was, and Jacques always had a taste for such sea-wenches. Now that he was properly sauced, he could stand a bit more of her shenanigans.

With a bottle still in one hand and the other free, he swung his body back and forth as he sung a shanty and made his way toward the boat. He was singing an Orlesian song about the full, beautiful moon when he came up upon the perfect picture - Oni bending over, doing something with the ropes on deck. A grin split his lips and he started singing a bit louder.

"Oh, my belle madamoiselle..." He took a swig of the wine and jumped onboard the boat, closing the distance between he and the other pirate. "How in hell do you look so well?" He reached out to grab at her ass, grinning all the while.

Oni had been waiting. The deck of the ship was lit up with lanterns, and the sails ready rigged, so all the crew had to do now was pass out and wait til dawn to set out. When they got there, that was. She wasn't waiting on them; she was waiting on the braying jackass from the Pearl, who was climbing aboard as Oni coiled rope. He had a nice voice, she would give him that.

And a handful. This may have been the last time Jacques was going to have a working appendage stuck to the end of that arm, after all--before she returned the favor. Oni reached between her open legs and grabbed the Orlesian's wrist with both of her hands, and with a mighty tug, dragged him through her knees and face-first onto the pile of rope. A girlish giggle escaped her, looking at that man all splayed out on the deck, then she dropped rather heavily to straddle his back.

"Oh~ho, so you're a brave pirate tonight, Jacques?" Oni continued to giggle, and reached backwards to grab one of his ankles and curl it over her shoulder. He wasn't wearing any shoes, like she--smelly--and she ran her nails down the bare sole of his feet, giggling some more.

He was drunk. What was new? Well, on the ocean, he was often sober as the Mate usually took the wheel as the Captain spent more time running the entire ship. Being the default navigator meant that he couldn't fuck around with things as much as he might like to. Which is why he was so drunk now.

The woman were used to his handling - at least on shore. On the boat, it didn't matter what they had between the legs as long as there was enough between their ears. They had to know how to work and when to work and everything else was butter and cream. But, Oni... Well, she was such a spitfire. A good looking girl with a personality as well. Jacques couldn't help himself.

The callouses on his feet were so thick that he couldn't feel the tickling all that well. And though Oni did have him under her, he could easily pull himself to a position where he turned over and lifted his hands to her hips and kept her sitting on his right-side-up self.

Jacques grinned and shook his hips back and forth. "C'mon m'love. Its just you and me and the sea. You don't need to treat me so bad."

Were it so easy for the men on this ship. Most of them had the suave sexiness going for them that only pirates could exude, and that did get them into a woman's panties more often than not, but pirate women? They were another breed, harder to catch, and even harder to tame. Oni grinned and leaned over Jacques, letting strands of her hair fall in his face, and her lips stopped mere inches from his.

"Flying at full mast already?"

She smiled coyly and gyrated her hips against his, taking his wrists in her firm grip so Jacques would maintain his hold on her. Her voiced lowered to a husky whisper, and she turned her head so she could breathe heavily in his ear.

"There ya go thinking ya can tell me what to do again. Tsk tsk."

With that, Oni squeezed her thighs again and rolled backwards onto her back, pulling Jacques on top of her. She dropped a brief wink to him, then pulled her knees up to her chest, planted her feet on his chest, and launched him up and over. Before he even hit the deck, she was up and laughing, standing with her hips cocked and hands planted on either side.

"I only answer to the Cap'n and the sea, Jacques."

It was not in Jacques' nature to take this sort of thing 'lying down', as it were. Oni was one of the only women that he wouldn't put his hands on in a rough manner - a non-sexual manner - and she knew it. When he finally got himself up and righted himself, he pulled his shirt down and moved his pants around and then frowned over the smile he was trying to hide.

"Madamoiselle, you should know by now that the sea is part of me and I, part of it. So, if you answer to the sea..." He stalked back toward her, coming close but not close enough for her to reach out and grab him. "You answer to me as well." He shrugged and murmured, "M'Darling, y'er too jumpy to ship out. Y'need to get rid of some of that energy."

Sade sauntered onto the deck of the ship. Her knife twirled in her hand and she looked over at O' One Eye trying to carry on with Oni. "When do we set sail? The stale air of Ferelden is making me nauseous." She flipped her knife into the air before catching it and throwing it at the makeshift target she had put on the mast years prior.

Bullseye. Sade smirked.

The scent of the sea water made her antsy. The ocean was calling to her and Sade was ready to leave. She had her fun in Denerim and it would be preferable to set sail before some Ferelden guards showed up looking for some pirates who may have broken into a certain fort.

"Where are all the other riffraff? And Mac? I tire of this place." Sade sat on the wooden rail of the ship and stared into the dark waters below. She was tipsy, sated, and ready to start a new adventure.

((OOC - I will give everyone two days to post in this thread before moving on. Then we will start a new thread with the pirates already at sea.))

Willow clambered aboard and nearly fell flat on her face when she tried to duck and climb simultaneously in response to Sade’s knife thudding into the mast.

Recovering her balance before she could make a complete fool of herself, Willow staggered upright and laughed. She dodged the other two on deck and was already on her way up the rigging when Sade spoke.

Hanging from the ropes with one hand, Willow waved the other in answer.

“One riff-raff here. The Cap’n and the others...” she pointed vaguely in the direction she had come from, peering out towards the docks. She thought she could see a few small, distant shapes moving their way, but the darkness made it hard to be certain if they were Mac’s crew or other sailors.

“Eh, back that way somewhere. I can see some people, if it’s our lot they should be here soon,” she said, before scrambling the rest of the way to the crow’s nest, checking the rigging as she went. Everything already seemed sorted, however, which was a welcome sight. Now all she had to do was hang around, see if there were any orders before turning in for the night.

Oni's eyes flashed like lightning in a typhoon as they watched Jacques right himself and saunter over. The bastard was correct in his observation, to a certain degree, but he was forgetting one simple detail. Ah well, she would just remind him again.

"Do I now? Ah'm too much for ya in my current state?"

The arrival of a few of the other crew mates registered somewhere in her mind, though not enough to distract her. Oni gave a toss of her red hued mane and sized up the man in front of her, who was trying to not let on how much he enjoyed this kind of game.

"Ya know to win, ya need to beat me, Jacques. Ah'm still waiting for that day," she taunted, still holding her cocky stance. "Unless your bone is too tired ta handle me."

Talla’s approach was guided by the moon and drunken pirates. Though she had met the majority of the important members of the crew while at the whorehouse some of the lesser crew members had joined the horde as they approached the Blue Oyster; a beauty of a ship to be sure.

Throughout her short life Talla had seen her fair share of ships, from sea faring ships that could barely hold two men to the epitome of vessels, Qunari dreadnoughts. Both had their uses and regardless of size they served their purpose.

The sea was Talla's greatest lover, it treated her well, tested her nerve and comforted her as she slept. Though she was wary of human religions she found some truths in the words of the Avvar; how it was a mother that nurtured you. The sea even when wild never deceived her, it fed her, bathed her and left her with the greatest feeling of content.

As she climbed aboard, Jacques pinned between her arm and chest she looked on as the human with fiery hair trained with the blind one. His face seemed familiar to the Kossith, but she paid him little mind before grunting a hello to fire hair.

Looking up Talla noticed the helm, the great mind of the ship. It was her instrument, her sword, her cloak. Despite herself the Kossith smiled as she remembered her first chance at piloting outside of a battle. She had found such comfort that she had stripped naked and sailed for nearly an hour. The men seemed to have been distracted though at the time she had no idea why, but the captain after some talks had explained it to her.

As she stepped up to the helm, setting little Jacques down she ran her ashen fingers across the smooth surface, eyeing the wheel intently...

Ah, back to the room then. James liked his room. It wasn't his room, really, as much as the ship's, but he thought of it as his because nobody else used it. A somewhat large closet where things were kept, specifically his larger instruments. He hung his guitar on a wall peg and picked up his Kalimba from another, clipping it to his belt with a happy snap.

He left without locking the door: the lock needn't be metal, but that the door was invisible, blending in with the other doors that nobody really opened, that was what kept things safe. His one place in the ship he could be alone, but he gave it up for the instruments, and that was just fine.

He climbed quite quickly and stealthily up to the top deck and leaned himself against the banister, awaiting orders, his eyes scanning blankly the horizon.

"All ready?" he asked the sea, the waves, the sky. "Time to depart soon. Where will you take us?"

Francisco sauntered onto the ship with his guitar slung on his shoulder and a smile on his face. Ah, another successful evening. He had crossed another interesting locale off his checklist (he had never been in Fort Drakon before) and sated his lust... For the time being anyway. That feeling would probably change a week into the voyage.

The Blue Oyester, what a beautiful ship she was. He had been fortunate to have Sade hire him for this crew. Really, the benefits were far better than any pay he could expect anyway. The ship was in good shape, and relatively free of lice and rats. Not that Francisco minded rats, they made for good meals on long voyages. He just didn't like the flees they brought. Oh well, nothing diving in the ocean wouldn't kill...

Stopping just after the gangway, he took a deep breath and smiled. Finally, on a ship. Home. Even in port, a ship always swayed ever so slightly. It was the faintest of movements one could not tell or take comfort in unless they had been at sea all their lives. Looking around at the slowly gathering crew, he laughed at the fire haired woman's pinning of Jacques. Little spitfire that one. He'd have to make a pass one of these days, perhaps when Sade was busy playing with someone else.

Speaking of, he grinned and waved as she asked where all the other riffraff were. "Riffraff present ma'am." He grinned. "I'll go get the armory ready. Gema here is only comfortable around objects that deal death." He tapped his guitar thoughtfully, then began to go below decks to do an inventory and status check on the weapons. Hopefully, they had been well stocked. He doubted they'd have anything as fine as his own hatchet however.

The Blue Oyster...Levi was pretty sure it was the finest ship she'd ever had in her sights. As she walked on-board, she noticed pretty much everyone had already boarded. Well, excepting the captain.

If those damn stupid mercenaries hadn't asked for 'a piece of her ass' she would have been on the ship quite some time ago. Scoffing internally at the audacity of men, Levi inspected the rigging. Already taken care of. That was enough to make her near gleeful.

Where would this sea take her this time? What marvellous adventures would she be graced with?

Macavity was the last to arrive, and he didn't have much time before the guards followed the trail. He marched aboard the ship.

"Cast off, we're leaving this shithole right now," he commanded, glaring at the rest of his crew until they got things moving. The sooner they were at sea the better.

((This marks the departure of the pirate crew.))