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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 17:30:28 GMT -5
"Michael...oui." Vivi nodded, walking to the tavern with the captain and looked around at the rather small crowd for the day, finding the bartender knew who Vivi was.
"Miss Vivi, welcome. Do you need more yeast for your bakery?" he asked, wiping down a dirty stein with a cloth.
"Non, our supplies are filled," the younger answered, glancing a bit toward Michael to see what his order was.
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 17:45:20 GMT -5
"A pint of rum for myself and one for the pretty miss." Michael found a seat for each of them and sat down, motioning for her to take the other. The rest of his crew were already enjoying themselves around the tavern, sloshing rum and laughing loudly.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 17:49:21 GMT -5
"Your crew...they are jovial already. Is it la mer?" Vivi wondered, taking a sip of the pint of rum, something the apprentice baker wasn't quite used to despite being nineteen already.
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 19:19:52 GMT -5
"La mer?" Michael wondered, trying to place the word before shaking his head. "They love the sea, they're worse on the ship." He said with a smirk as he took a long sip of his rum and wrapped an arm around Vivi.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 19:26:31 GMT -5
"Oh?" Holding onto the pint of rum carefully, Vivi looked over at the rowdy crew and noticed them getting rather friendly with a barmaid that made efforts to try not to fully reject them since it was her job to be a helpful and agreeable sort. "But la mer...dames are not plentiful there."
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 19:35:09 GMT -5
Michael nodded a bit and moved a bit to set his feet on the table. "But there are ships to raid at sea." He pointed out, knowing how rambunctious the crew got after a raid, bathing in rum and gold.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 19:39:09 GMT -5
"Raid? That is...a navigation word, non?" the apprentice baker asked, only about a quarter finished with the pint of rum as lightly dazed brown eyes looked toward the captain.
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 19:41:43 GMT -5
Michael chuckled and took another long sip of his rum before blinking slowly at Vivi. "It's a fighting word." He grinned lightly. "We crash our ships into theirs, scare 'em and loot 'em." He described the act as easily as he could, his own rum past a quarter gone after another long sip.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 19:45:41 GMT -5
"Oh! Tu as...un navire légal!" Vivi said, putting down the rum to clap a single time, eyes shining in excitement at what was told. This man was a sailor...and one who made sure ships were operating legally. How exciting!
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 19:57:39 GMT -5
Michael caught the 'legal' bit and his grin increased. "Something like that." He tightened his arm a bit to pull her closer, finding her naivety a little bit adorable.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 20:06:29 GMT -5
"I only have sailed un voyage...I remember rien since mon frère devoured all food for me," Vivi said, the memory hazy since the trip was almost fourteen years ago and could only recall Rémy's horseplay causing a bad scrape that stung horribly for days. "The terms are...inconnu à moi."
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 20:10:38 GMT -5
"Well then maybe you should come on a trip with us." Michael suggested, adjusting his feet on the table and rubbing the toe of one boot against the other to try and get rid of a mark on it.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 20:14:53 GMT -5
"Un voyage? So many wish them...mais, Paris has a révolution maintenant. We cannot arrive there." Vivi didn't really want to go to Paris now since it was still July and it wasn't yet time to see a beautiful winter Paris.
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Post by Captain Michael Young on Sept 19, 2009 20:19:45 GMT -5
"Well then we'll have to find somewhere else." He took another swig before looking at Vivi. "Where are you from, anyways? Paris?" Her French didn't sound as snobbish as he was used to from Parisians.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 20:26:27 GMT -5
"Nova Scotia. Ma famille departed it long ago for here. Mon frère expired from the smallpox et ma mère et père departed here for Europe...neuf years past." Vivi wasn't used to telling the story much so there was a brief period of a slipping smile before it returned with a shake of the head. "C'est la vie."
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