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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 15:52:50 GMT -5
Michael Young proudly walked off his ship's gangplank as the rest of his crew made sure the vessel was properly moored. His ebony cane with gold inset on the handle - very possibly stolen - tapped with every other step until it came to a stop. He turned on his heel and watched the crew while adjusting his top hat.
"All done, cap'n." A few of his crew members said as they popped up straight. "Good." Michael nodded and placed his hand on his hip while his other pointed his cane at the three present crew members. "Get to restocking the ship." He ordered, British accent obvious. He then turned again and walked down the dock towards the town, the rest of his crew either following or splitting up to find pubs to invade and wenches to woo.
"Now..." With what was left of his crew, Michael stopped and tapped the cane against the ground slowly. "Where can we eat?"
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 15:57:18 GMT -5
"Un navire?" Adjusting the hold on a basket full of the usual baked goods the baker wanted to sell off, Vivi moved a little closer to the harbor to see just what was going on over there. Newcomers were often a fairly rare thing, but at the very least, some of the day old goods could be bought for a decent amount of money.
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 16:03:25 GMT -5
Michael glanced over to spot a woman holding what looked like a basket of bread. Although his cook made some delightful dishes (for pirates, at least), the bread was always en masse and rather dry. "Good day, miss." Michael called decidedly, waving his cane a bit then walking easily over to her with a smooth smile. "What've you got there, love?"
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 16:08:43 GMT -5
"Notre boulangerie sells the day-old bread. Halved in the cost, Monsieur," Vivi said, unable to stop the French from slipping out despite knowing that the man was English and the relationships were quite frosty all around.
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 16:27:19 GMT -5
"Well then," Michael leaned forward slightly on his cane while his other hand searched his pocket for a bag filled with shillings. "how about I take that basket off your hands, darling?" He suggested, his smile increasing mildly as he found the bag and straightened. He tucked the cane under his arm and counted out a handful of shillings. "This should be right." He decided while gently taking her hand and pushing the money into her palm to avoid spilling loose coins.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 16:31:42 GMT -5
"Ah..." Genuine surprise caused Vivi's eyes to widen as the stranger paid for at least twice the shillings all the food was worth and after pocketing the money in a tiny drawstring, the basket was surrendered to the man. "Monsieur, you are the généreux one. The goods...they were simply sept shillings."
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 16:35:00 GMT -5
Michael passed the basket back to the men behind him and looked back at the girl with the same mild smile. "The pretty lady always gets a tip... Mademoiselle." He said with a small wink that made his smile turn into a light grin.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 16:42:23 GMT -5
"Oh...non, non, non..." With every "non," Vivi's head would shake back and forth as the smile already there became more amused. "La dame jolie, I am not, Monsieur." A tiny blush colored Vivi's cheeks, giving an already rosy appearance without any rouge.
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 16:49:58 GMT -5
"I beg to differ." Michael smiled again when he noticed she was smiling. "Does your shop have no mirrors?" He wondered while shifting playfully to stand a little closer to her.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 16:54:53 GMT -5
"At un boulangerie? Mirrors are not desired dans magasins...only tailors require them," Vivi said, adjusting that stubborn strand of hair that always seemed to come loose from the bun.
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 16:57:40 GMT -5
"Obviously you haven't seen how pretty you are, then." Michael nodded as if his assumptions were correct before smiling playfully again. "What's your name, love?"
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 17:04:52 GMT -5
"Ah...mon nom..." Vivi seemed to reflect a moment, taken a bit by surprise at how the man's flirting was really giving a boost to the little ego the tall apprentice baker had. "You are to call me Vivi." A smile followed this as their eyes met for a moment. "Et tu...?"
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 17:09:22 GMT -5
Michael smiled lightly at her name but the playful grin returned when he adjusted his hat. "Cap'n Michael, at your service, Mademoiselle Vivi." he moved his hand back to his hip. "What do you say about drinks, Vivi?" He asked while shifting to stand sideways and offer her his arm.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 17:13:31 GMT -5
"Boissons?" For a moment, Vivi pondered this, but then decided to take the man's arm. "It seems très agréable, Captain." Looking around, Vivi pointed to one of the taverns with a nod. "That place...it is bien."
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 17:20:16 GMT -5
"Good." He smiled then glanced at her, "you can just call me Michael." He added in a quieter voice before tilting his head to indicate they should head for the tavern. The rest of the crew started for the tavern as if the pair didn't exist, but it was obvious they were teasing their captain between themselves until they got caught up in the smell of good rum and hurried into the pub.
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