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Melodia · **08-21-2014, 07:39 AM**

-Age 19-
Before......

It was a small formal dinner. The Captain had wanted to do something nice for the crew and had demanded they dress for the occasion. And dress they did,a dn Melodia was impressed. In all of her years she had not seen these grouchy, hard-working men and women ever dress in fine attire. And yet, that night they had dressed so wonderfully, she could barely contain her jubilance. She glanced around the deck while three of the crew members were playing some soft music on one side of the deck. She saw the Captain chatting with a few of the crew, always busy planning their next move.

She wore a fine dress she'd nabbed on one of her jobs and had been holding onto it for such an occasion, and her long hair had been done up neatly by one of the other ladies on the ship. In short, she looked like a beautiful young woman. Some of the crew members had stared a bit at her making her blush, but she was waiting for one and as she looked for him -

And there he was, coming up from below decks. Tomas. He was dressed in a fine suit that Taurin had acquired and he looked as handsome as ever, only moreso dressed that way. As he approached her with a grin, she blushed and smiled. "Well.....look at you....I don't think I've ever seen you dressed up....you look beautiful." His voice was nervous but he was still happily smiling at her. She laughed softly and nodded. "Aye...I've been holdin' onto this one....maybe fer ye." She winked and they both chuckled. Tomas looked about the deck and heard the music before flashing his eyes back at her. "Would you care to dance my lady?"

She went red in the face, overwhelmed by her feelings for him and nodded. "Aye, me love. I thought ye'd never ask." She rose and the two went to the open deck area and held each other close as they danced. Their relationship was no secret and they caught a few smirks and comments as they danced but they were left alone. In each other's arms. Together. "I love ye Tomas....ye know tha' right?" She said, her head against his chest as they danced slowly. "I love you too Mel. I always will."

"I always will....."

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-Age 19-
Now........

The loud clang against the bards woke her and even in her bonds she flinched awake. The ritual was now a regular exercise in sleep deprivation as he did that every time she began to doze. Her blured vision and blinking eyes showing darkness still and her cracked lips and raspy throat tried to utter something. Anything. Her beautiful memory shattered by the cruel voice of her jailer and torturer, Ramsay.

"Ye'll no' sleep on me watch, lass. Wake yer arse up! Cap'n's comin' t' see ye."

She froze as she heard the words. She had no idea how long she'd been down here getting force fed tiny meals and little water with an occasional beating for good measure. But in all that time she'd not seen the Captain. Not one time. And now she was coming. A tear stung her eye as she thought it was finally time. Time to be done with the pain and the captivity. Or perhaps she was coming with news that they had found Tomas, something she did not want to hear.

Instead she heard the hevay bootsteps of the Captain, her large frame moving through the ship as though she were a part of it. Melodia heard a small voiced "Aye dismissed f'r now, Ramsay." Her voice was calm. Ramsay replied, "Don' worry....she's no fight left in her, Cap'n." And then his fading footsteps

And then silence. Cold cruel silence. And she knew the Captain was staring at her.

"Two days." The Captain's words were flat, devoid of any hate or caring. They were just facts. "Ye've two days t' make yer peace with th' Twelve. Then we head to a special place jus' f'r ye. An' thenÂ I execute ye."

The words hit hard and yet she smiled softly to herself, as a tear rolled down her cheek.

At least this misery would soon be over.

Melodia · **08-25-2014, 10:44 AM**

-Age 16-
Everyone aside from the few on deck watch was sleeping. At this hour the stars would be out andÂ Melodia would have a bit of peace, though was a bit inebriated. She crept up the stairs and out onto the deck and smiled. The night air was crisp and cool and the clear skies made for a beautiful scene.

And then she saw him from afar and smiled wide, quickly walking to the railing of the ship, attempting to sneak up on him. He didn't turn, but did speak in a hushed tone that also denoted a smile. "Given those footsteps, I'd wager it's either Mel or a herd of Goobbue arriving."

Tomas had always been a bit a smartass and she smiled behind him.

"Well, aint ye th' funny one." She approached the rail by his side and grinned. "What're ye doin' up s'late?"

"Getting some air. And you?" He replied looking over at her with a warm smile.

She blushed softly and nodded. "Aye....same." She had lied. She knew he was up there and had planned to be there at the same time, but he didn't need to know it.

Tomas laughed softly and nodded looking back to the stars. "Then I'm glad for your company. Can get lonely up here at times."

"Oh? A ladykiller like yerself? Lonely?" She made a mocking gesture waving dismissal but smiled as she edged closer to him.

He looked a little taken aback and grinned. "Byt the Twelve....you're drunk. How much, Mel? How much did you toss back this time?"

"Only a bit....a wee bit....maybe." With a giggle she made her fingers form into the shape of showing him a small amount, with the index finger and thumb very close.

"That is a lie, my dear. It's lucky we don't have a job tomorrow so that this won't be a problem."

She feigned offense. "I'll have ye know I c'n handle me liquor, love."

"Oh! It's 'love' now is it? I thought I was a ladykiller who only slept with whores." He jokingly said turning to face her.

Inching closer she giggled and tiptoed so she was near his height. "Maybe I do, silly boy...ye'll never be sure 'less ye make a move." She was red cheeked and moved her lips close to his and his eyes went wide.

"Tell me you are not trying to make a move on me while you are stone drunk?"

She backed away a step, truly looking hurt by his words. "But....I mean, I thought ye'd like...."

He sighed and shook his head. "Not like this, Mel....I can't with you....not like this." His own face went red and he turned to look at the stars again. "You should go back.....sleep it off."

She frowned and looked embarrassed. "Sl...sleep it off? Ye bastard!" She looked hurt with clinched teeth and angry, moist eyes she backed away a step, her index finger pointing from her hip in an upward motion. "I come here.....throw meself at ye...takin' a big feckin' chance.....an' ye turn me down an' tell me t' sleep it off?"

He replied with a calm voice, still hushed. "You're drunk, Mel....this isn't what you want."

"Why ye feckin' son of a bitch! An' how would ye reply had I been one o' them whores? Ye'd likely already be in the sack with her! I ask an' ye sen' me packin'? Who the hells do ye think ye are? An' HOW DARE YE?! I know wha' I wan'!" Her eyes were streaming tears and she was backing down the stairs. A couple of the tired men on deck were now staring. "Guess.....guess I'm jus' no' enough o' a whore fer ye Tomas."

She turned and began to walk below deck, tears streaming.

Melodia · **08-26-2014, 01:26 PM**

-Age 5-
The cheers had bothered her and Melodia held her hands over her ears as she watched.

The man was being whipped on the deck by the Captain herself. The Hyur has been caught stealing extra food after breakfast and had been ordered to receive ten lashes for it. The Captain herself administered these types of punishments and it was common for the public discipline to happen a couple of times per week at some points. But it was the crew cheering her on...that brought chills to her, along with the loud crack of the whip. She had struck the young man across his bare back 8 times now. The man was silent but appeared to be weeping a bit. The Captain, her imposing Roegadyn frame standing over the small man, the whip hanging loose as she brought a gloved hand up to wipe sweat from her brown and a smirk on her face as the crew cheered.

Her lips were moving but Melodia couldn't hear as she watched the whip rise and fall, a muffled crack sneaking into her ears. The man's back was red, raw and looked to be bleeding in places. She tried to close her eyes but suddenly strong hands were pulling her hands from her ears and she turned and looked back to see the Miqo'te man who'd helped her with the scrubbingÂ standing behind her. He knelt and looked her in the eyes. With a stern voice he leaned close and whispered.

"Look girl, you need to look. Need to understand who you're dealing with. Don't look away in fear. That's what she wants." He turned her back and stood to watch as well. The Captain grinned and shouted.

"This one.....aye he'll no' steal again. If does....it won't be lashes, aye Ramsay?" She laughed as Ramsay nodded as he stood nearby. She brought the whip up again and as it cracked hard the final time she heard the man's voice again and heard this for some time to come:

"Need to understand who you're dealing with...."

Melodia · **08-27-2014, 12:25 PM**

-Age 11-
Taurin placed his two closed hands forward over the makeshift table and each dropped its contents with a small thud on the wooden surface. From the left fell a coin pouch with the clinking coins inside. From the right fell a key and a small notebook.

He stared at Melodia with a serious countenance and nodded. "Choose, girl. Which is the most valuable? Given the choice, what would you take first?"

Melodia stared at the two sides and gulped. Another lesson and one he'd told her would be a critical one. She looked at both side to side and her hand slowly crept to the coins. He grunted and shook his head.

"No, dear." He knelt down lifting her chin and staring at her intently. "Let me explain....you chose the coins and for the purposes of this ship and this Captain, you would be correct." He slid the notebook and the key forward.

"However for your own purposes, knowledge....information....this is a much more powerful treasure. Never place the value of the coin above information. With information you can do so much more. And never understimate those who have that information. You do so at your own peril." He nodded and stood watching her as her hand slowly retreated and then moved the notebook and key, swallowing them as she pulled them to her own pocket.

He nodded in approval.

"Wise choice, young one. Wise choice."

Melodia · **02-10-2015, 08:12 AM**

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