Rouge Pirates: Tales of The Cursed Ones

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The ship sailed smoothly over the vast sky. The captain was watching over the deck. He was old, almost 69. He was forgetful and cruel, and had a slur in his voice. While some members look upon him with annoyance, animosity, and hatred, the older members remember his glory. The ship reflected that, creaking. Jason didn't remember it's pristine condition, he was too young. He checked the gas, it was low, one of the many things in poor condition. He sighed, and went up above deck. The captain hated him now, lord knows why? He had been nothing but good to him. It annoyed him to the core. He looked around, to find some of his crew mates

 

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Name: Jason Emerson

Age: 17

Appearance: http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs19/f/2007/246/f/5/Wai_con__Steampunk_Mascots_by_Risachantag.jpg

Gender: Male

Bio: Orphaned at a young age, he lived a street rat for a young age. At 5, he snuck on the ship, and became a crew member due to bring fed up with the lowdown town he lived in. The captains first mate taught him all he needed to live by, becoming a father figure to him.

Expertise: His ingenuity and combat skills. He is of moderate intelligence

 

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Lydia woke up. Her back hurt but she ignored it. The storm was gone. Finally. She stared at Jason who was lying next to her. Lydia stood up and stretched. This was going to be a long day.

He woke up, as your fist nudged his face, and looked around. "Now we have to look at the damage..." He rubbed his neck, and sighed he could feel that the ship was weaker. Definitely some severe damage. 

"Right, let's check" Lydia saidand left the saferoom. The pain in her back was gone. She looked around to see the damage.

The ship was, in a word, completely torn to shreds. There were supplies everywhere, some split out onto the floor. He looked around and sighed.  "Well isint this a pre....pre... Whats the word...?" 

"I dont know what you mean..." Lydia said. She picked up some supplies and looked around. "What a mess..."

"Pre.....Dick...Ah! Predicament!" He smiles and looks at you. "Thats the word!" He looks at you.  "Soo....We need to find land, and fast...."

"Okay...But I cant help you. I'm a gun expert, not a pilot" Lydia said. Couldn't the others help him? She looked around and sat down on the ground.

"HMm?" He looked at her. "I was speaking out loud. You don't hafta if you don't wanna." He smiled at her/

"Okay..." Lydia looked at him. She was hungry and tired. "Well... if you need anything...Ask okay?"

"Alright!" He said, and go to work on the gears. Meanwhile, the captain was not all well, huffing and wheezing.

Lydia sat down and watched Jason work. She really wanted to help but she didn't know how.

"Wanna just check on the captains room?" He says to you. "You can move some of the stuff out so we can repair..."