Random Roleplays

Pirates

A ship pulled out of the docks and into the sea, currying goods to sell on the black market.

There was clothing, jewelry, animals, slaves and more. And in the lowest level of the ship sat a girl in ragged cloths, rusted chains connecting her wrists and ankles, binding her. Her brown hair messy and filthy.

However, they didn't just sell people, they also sold mystical creatures. One of their destinations was to siren's rock.

The girl had been on the ship for a week, but it was filthy.

She numbly looked around, eyeing the other creatures and slaves.

Next to her was a large glass tank filled with water.

She turned her head and looked, watching a figure swim around. But it was empty.

She stood shakily and went to the rust bars before her. She held onto them as the boat suddenly learched. After a while the main door opened and a man came in.

He had on a white shirt, pants with suspenders and leather boots. His hair was a warm chestnut brown and in a small ponytail tied with a ribbon. His skin was a bit tamed and his eyes a deep sea blue.

She shuddered and watched him walk slowly down the isles of merchandise.

He held a plate and a mug and set it in her cage. Giving her bread and water.

She watched and looked up at him. "Why not the others?"

"They ate this morning." He answered, his voice naturally a bit raspy.

"Then why do you only feed me at night?"

"It's the afternoon." He answered.

"Well how the hell am I supposed to know?!" She yelled, banging her fist on the rust bars, bending them a bit.

He stood "the port hole." He said coldly and left, making sure to to kick the bars, scaring her.

She jumped slightly and watched.

He went up to the main deck and and closed the hatch, sighing.

A blonde guy who was fixing a sail looked up slightly, still sewing up a hole. "What's the problem?"

"New girl has attitude." He answered.

The blonde boy was an elf that the captain bought and had as a slave, but since he had good behavior, he was treated just a bit lower than any other pirate on the ship, has he was a slave, and even given a bit of pay.

"And what's wrong with that? You ARE the captain's son. He did give you control over part of the merchandise." He suggested, raising a brow.

He sighed "I know, but I can't hurt someone with a human face, you know?"

He chuckled and looked down at what he was fixing. "Is her face really human?"

"Yah, I know she's a beastling, but still." He answered walking over to the base of the fore mast.

"Then you also know that the face she possesses isn't really hers?"

He sighed "I know. But it's still the face of a person none the less." He grabbed a broom.

The blonde stopped and looked up at him. "Why can't you hurt someone with a human face?"

He sighed "Because, once I was in Bermuda and I came across a barrel drifting in the ocean. Now keep in mind, this is back when we used to harpoon random things in the ocean as a game, and so once I messed around with some of the crew, we took it aboard the ship and instead was a mother that was holding her child, speared to death. After seeing her face, I couldn't even think of hurting another person."