Chapter 1: Commotion & Nonpareil
The captain's quarters of the ship slammed for what would be the first time of several that day. Not all by the same person, most of these door slams would be made by the pirate-captain of the Sabertooth ship when he had discovered the treachery that took place the night before. But, currently the one slamming this poor soon to be abused door was the pirate ship's second-in-command Rogue Cheney as he stormed out of the room. Capable of avoiding strange looks from SaberTooth's crew since no one had arisen from their own chambers yet except for the mindful few who had awoken to look out for the ship's sleepwalkers to make sure that they never go overboard in their sleep. Which sadly had happened on too many occasions to count. But that wasn't the point right now. Currently the issue at hand was the dark haired pirate storming down the ship's exit into the just awakening city streets that was still covered in the morning darkness.
"Come on Rogue! Man! I wasn't serious! I don't even know what I said!" Sting shouted swinging open the door to the captain's chambers and walking towards the exit where Rogue had already made his way down as Sting looked over the edge of the boat. "Good for you. But, I do." Rogue replied looking swiftly towards the captain before storming off into town to cool his head. Such a trivial matter. Something that he would normally brush off. Why of all times had he felt infuriated now? Why? He knew the answer. It wasn't something he wanted to hear out loud. That was the only reason. Sting had been joking like he usually was. Joking about wearing eye patches. How pathetic was that to get mad over? Sting had chosen the wrong drink for dinner. Well more like grabbed the drink that wasn't his but was stil sitting next to him as he partied it up with the rest of the crew. And that's how Rogue had wound up in Sting's room all night, guarding him, to make sure he didn't do something stupid while highly intoxicated. Even as a captain Sting was still incredibly idiotic at points in time. That's why he needed such a crew. One that contained a sleepwalking female ship navigator, a red-eyed first mate, an idotic captain, and several other people within this crew of his. Without everyone Captain Sting would've wound up shark bait a good long time ago, even with the said taboo of having women out on the water causing boats to wreck. Every single person must be there or the crew was doomed. Rogue sighed. He would return later. After he blew off some steam by wandering around the city. Surely there were some sword shops with some etiquette that he could browse through. Maybe even lift a few swords for the taking. They never knew when they might run into another pirate ship or two.
What was he thinking? Going to loot some stores by himself when he should've been guarding the highly intoxicated captain of the ship hoping that Sting wasn't sitting there with his arm stretched out crying "Rogue don't go!" like in those highly drawn out plays that Sting liked to drag his...well.."entourage" with him. An entourage of girl's that he always seemed to attract whenever within a city or two. It was quite a pain. He would eventually drag them out to a play, but the worst part? The truth. Sting wasn't actually interested in the girl's. Sting just wanted to sneak out and see a good play. Which usually wound up a romance that he wound up drunk reenacting. As a one man show. It was quite interesting to watch at times. Rogue turned to go back to the ship, hopefully no one was up yet. If anyone found out what Sting was doing someone was going to wind up in a dress for the amusement of the crew. And no one dared touch the leader of the SaberTooth ship. Hopefully it wasn't too late for such a tragedy to be avoided. "With those eyes...these days all the girls will be afraid of you..let's try and put eye patches over both eyes." Sting hiccupped as he glanced towards Rogue watching Rogue become angry without so much as noticing as Sting babbled on about how he could help get some of the girl's off of him if he were to just hide his eyes. There was no way such a thing was true. Seriously for the first man to say he shouldn't care about how his eyes looked...to say something such as that that affected him. Sting should've known. Being the first person to accept him for his "different" eye color.
A sound cut into Rogue's thoughts-feet pounded on the streets as heavy breathing echoed within the air, screams of confusion echoing through the streets, as chains pulled down various food carts. Hands were reaching for brunette hair as it echoed in the wind struggling to stay hidden within the daylight as she crashed head-first into his chest falling to the floor.
The girl blinked up at him, teal eyes echoed as he scanned her over the metal clinking coming from her wrist..handcuffs with an orange seal around them. A large orange bubble letter "C" with two points sticking out at the end and three disconnected matching squares in the space of the C as the girl stared up at him..a barely working for her anymore ripped and torn green "dress" if that's what anyone had wanted to call it as her raggedy hair dripped past her shoulders. He blinked at her. She was an obviously escaped slave. Someone's possession. A frown forming on her lips as she attempted to stand obviously covered in bruises and cuts. From more than a rough day at work. "Thank you sir! It escaped early this morning! I've been working to catch what's mine since early this morning!" The blonde with obviously groomed hair and formal wear approached. "Mother would've been so disappointed if I let this go. Such a hard worker when you motivate it you know." The boy laughed talking to him as if he thought they were on the same level. Someone's possession. Echoed through Rogue's head once again. "Thank you for catching it, I'll make sure you get your rewards delivered to your home shortly after returning it to my mother." The blonde said reaching out for the girl that Rogue was helping up. She wasn't that much younger than he was himself as she placed both her hands within his hands. A smirk coming to Rogue's lips. "I don't think you know who you're dealing with." Rogue smiled looking towards the blonde who seemed startled. "I'll send you as much gold as you want! Giver it back please! My mother paid good money to make sure she had it from where it was kept." The boy sighed seeming agitated already with the chase. The girl glanced inbetween the two obviously already confused by the ordeal that was going on currently. "I may be a pirate but I don't just like gold. I like to take. I especially like to take things from others." He smiled a plan obviously forming within his glowing red eyes as he swiftly reached out and picked up the now former slave of this city. Moving back to the ship with such speed not a person could match it within this city. Now that he had claimed something valuable to him. His treasure...
His Nonpareil.