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AU: [Bangarang] Lost At Sea | Alice&Killian.
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Eyes widened at the sound of his voice. The Captain. Well, she had certainly found him now. And in the worst possible way. Slowly, she picked up her own form and stood, still taking shelter behind the barrel. Her fingers gently resting along the top of it. She was prepared to knock it over - cause a bit of fuss - and possibly jump overboard if need be.
The last thing she wanted was to walk the plank. At least, this way, her hands would be untied, and she would be able to swim. Although, she was fairly certain, she would sink - having never been taught the proper way to use her arms and legs while in the water.
The idea of going back - of being stuck in Wonderland again - it was maddening, and she was prepared to gather her wits and use any method of persuasion necessary to stay aboard. Almost any method. She moved to look up at him, noting the man standing near him and the awful red hat he sported. The smell of rum filled her nostrils. Although, she wasn’t surprised - he was a pirate. Pirate’s enjoyed rum. But the smell alone caused Alice to feel a bit woozy. Or was that the rocking of the ship?
Nevertheless, she managed to hold herself together well enough. “One normally would unless they’re sneaking aboard.” Honesty was the best policy, or so she had been told. But it wasn’t because of honesty that Alice made mention of that fact. No, it was because she couldn’t help herself.
In fact, she was proud that she had even made it this far. Had anyone even successfully boarded his ship in secret before? A slender finger raised into the air, pointing around at his crew. “Your crew is a bit off their game. They haven’t been paying much attention, have they? Considering I did manage to board with no problems…”
“Until now.”
Though appearing nonchalant, Hook kept a sharp eye on the woman, as intimidating as she may appear it was certainly safer to assume her capable of harm. His ego, however prevented him from vocalizing of admitting this assumption.
He folded his arms across his chest, yet to dismiss Mr. Smee in the event that his assistance would be required. However, it seemed that the extra cargo didn’t intend to cause any sort of fuss- at least at the moment.
She certainly wasn’t accustomed to the sea- or so he concluded at her uneasiness- perhaps she had an aversion to pirates. Still, regardless of her control over herself Hook knew a land-lubber when he saw one and this maiden was certainly without her sea-legs.
Was that something he could afford above his ship?
An eyebrow cocked as she stepped towards him, admitting her intentions of stowing away. “Yes, I suppose one wouldn’t exactly announce they were planning on stealing or murdering someone either.” He mused, “Speaking of what might you be seeking, hiding amongst the barrels, darling?”
A sigh parted his lips at her observation of what seemed a less than capable crew, but chose not to acknowledge it. There was a level of shame he refused to claim with admitting his crew should have been more attentive.
“Now now, no one said anything about you encountering a problem now, have they? That is entirely up to you.”
AU: [Bangarang] Lost At Sea | Alice&Killian.
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There was no other way. She had to board a ship in order to start her journey home, but which ship? It mattered little to the small blond. The only requirement was that it had a decent enough hiding spot - she had to go unseen by the prying eyes of pirates. Otherwise, she was sure, walking the plank would be her only fate.
She had watched for days - observing; the movements of everyone on each ship burned into her memory. It was surprising that she was able to retain the amount of information she could, considering it seemed as if she could never concentrate. Her mind was, in most instances, a jabberywocky in a bag. But when it came to the things that she considered work - like spying on pirates - she became an entirely different person.
She was certain, after having observed for so long, that she had found the perfect ship to board. There were never too many people on deck at a time, and the captain - well, she wasn’t even sure if it had one. They were nowhere to be seen. Not from what she could tell. But a ship without a captain was useless as a ship - there had to be one. No matter, captain or no captain, she was boarding.
Doing her best to remain hidden, she waited until she was shrouded in darkness - having found it to be her most formidable ally - before ever making her move. Crouched and quickly, Alice moved onto the ship; behind a barrel for now. Perhaps the crows nest later - until someone undoubtedly found her there. No, she would have to sneak into the quarters. It was the only way she could truly hide herself.
Continuing to watch the scattered members of it’s crew move around, Alice’s mind was currently devising a plan to scurry by them, to blend in. An unlikely task as it didn’t appear there were many women aboard this particular ship, nor was she certain she could easily steal a man’s clothes. She pursed her lips, an index finger tapping slightly against the barrel in front of her.
“Mayhaps,” she whispered to herself - easier to think that way, “it would be better suited if I simply hid in this barrel. At least until they all fell asleep…”
Clobbering weighted feet sounded against the floorboards of the deck as the Captain boarded along with a few members of his crew, his own voice lost among the others. His presence ignited a new fever among the crew- who had previously been lazying about.
Heavy with the smell of liquor and rum, the crew still worked in perfect union. Every job fulfilled with precision and, for lack of better words, care- especially in the presence of the Rodger’s beloved captain.
No woman followed him tonight, while he had entertained the company of one at the brothel he cared not for engaging another one for a long period- certainly he had no interest in bringing a one night fling with him for tonight- they set sail.
Her beauty was certainly a sight to behold sailing off on the horizon into the sunset, however he never held the pleasure (or dismay) of watching his vessel retreat onto the water with him still on shore. Perhaps a maiden or two that he had left behind may tonight.
He barked out a few orders as he took his rightful place at the helm, which he would hold until they found themselves sailing calm open waters and most of the crew had turned in for the night.
Then he would remove himself from his post, and walk the familiar space of his ship, company shared by only a few restless crew members, and his first mate- ready to respond to any beckon he may voice.
Hook was an attentive captain, he knew his ship well, every nook cranny and scratch she bared, every piece of cargo she held and how she carried it– his eyes landed on a misplaced barrel. They had been stacked and stored quite particularly to save space if they had come upon some sort of necessary plunder and yet- one had been nudged forward- forward just enough to fit a body between.
If one of his crew members had found the nerve to rifle through the Rodger’s cargo.. he certainly would make a sorry man out of that scallywag. Suspicions were quickly laid to rest as a quiet voice reached his ears, one belonging to a woman no doubt.
“You think the darkness as your ally?” He began, alerting his companion of his knowledge of her presence, “Never underestimate a Captian’s knowledge of his ship, love.. And correct me if I’m wrong but, doesn’t one usually request passage before boarding a ship?”