(Info gleaned from years of RP and edits made by Sil. Posted with Permission as usual from Da Silvs)
Faustus yawned, scratching the stubble of hair that inhabited his head. He was bored. The unusually warm fall weather had people out and he was getting ready for one of the last runs of the season, but it was slow going right now and that did not sit well at the moment.
Sil was usually off working. Cranky. Serious. Faustus leaned back in the beach chair, stretching his legs out on the deck of the ship. He had known her for a good third of his life, yet he still did not know all the pieces of her life. The woman never spoke about it all. From what he garnered, she had the usual upbringing, two loving parents. Then something happened, what he wasn't quite sure, but she grew up fast and the Silver he knew began taking shape. Apparently her father was a knight, and she followed in his footsteps. Faustus chuckled to himself, lighting a cigarette as he mulled over the infamous pirate captain.
He knew that wasn't easy since she was one of the very few, if not the only woman, at that time to be in the knighthood. Again, he knew that something major drove her from that life path and she ended up on a ship in the ports, where he met her. Eventually she got her own ship and here she was. Stubborn, thick headed woman.
There was only one man with cojones enough to woo her; Bennet Lancespur. Jesus, Faustus thought, did anything ever go as planned in Silver's life" For the third time, he mused, something went wrong between them. As far as Faustus knew, there had been no one before him nor after him, yet Bennet couldn't seem to stay away. He always showed up every few years on "errands for the knighthood". Faustus snorted, exhaling a ring of smoke. That was a joke; if he were Bennet he'd figure out ways to see Silver too, but there was no way in hell he'd ever try to woo her. The woman scared the hell out of him at times though he'd never admit it. It was the same way with most males he knew " probably because she could beat the shit out of them or that she could out drink nearly every human possible.
Faustus took another long drag of the cigarette, amusing himself with escapades he had convinced Silver to go on. Every now and then he could catch glimpses of her, the fun side, and good lord was it fun. She needed a vacation.
"Captain?"
"What?" Faustus asked, squinting up into the sunlight.
"This arrived for you." The man held out an envelope, the label on the front denoting it was from the supplier of the cargo he was going to ship next week. Faustus took the envelope, tilting his head as he noticed the sound of music coming from somewhere on the deck.
"Richard, sir. Got that blasted music box thing going again."
The radio' Faustus pushed out of his chair, crossing the deck until he drew up alongside some of the crew working around a radio, a few of them singing along. He forgot Richard had a radio. Last time he had one on his ship was years ago, before some drunk pirate threw it into the sea claiming it was the devil. Faustus grinned slowly, eyeing the few men standing around. Richard, from some navy of a country he couldn't pronounce and Tyrone, his side kick, were singing rather loudly and off key to some song by a man about a perfect woman.
Oh' Faustus mulled?this was too good to pass up. It would probably royally piss her off, but it'd be worth it.
Faustus yawned, scratching the stubble of hair that inhabited his head. He was bored. The unusually warm fall weather had people out and he was getting ready for one of the last runs of the season, but it was slow going right now and that did not sit well at the moment.
Sil was usually off working. Cranky. Serious. Faustus leaned back in the beach chair, stretching his legs out on the deck of the ship. He had known her for a good third of his life, yet he still did not know all the pieces of her life. The woman never spoke about it all. From what he garnered, she had the usual upbringing, two loving parents. Then something happened, what he wasn't quite sure, but she grew up fast and the Silver he knew began taking shape. Apparently her father was a knight, and she followed in his footsteps. Faustus chuckled to himself, lighting a cigarette as he mulled over the infamous pirate captain.
He knew that wasn't easy since she was one of the very few, if not the only woman, at that time to be in the knighthood. Again, he knew that something major drove her from that life path and she ended up on a ship in the ports, where he met her. Eventually she got her own ship and here she was. Stubborn, thick headed woman.
There was only one man with cojones enough to woo her; Bennet Lancespur. Jesus, Faustus thought, did anything ever go as planned in Silver's life" For the third time, he mused, something went wrong between them. As far as Faustus knew, there had been no one before him nor after him, yet Bennet couldn't seem to stay away. He always showed up every few years on "errands for the knighthood". Faustus snorted, exhaling a ring of smoke. That was a joke; if he were Bennet he'd figure out ways to see Silver too, but there was no way in hell he'd ever try to woo her. The woman scared the hell out of him at times though he'd never admit it. It was the same way with most males he knew " probably because she could beat the shit out of them or that she could out drink nearly every human possible.
Faustus took another long drag of the cigarette, amusing himself with escapades he had convinced Silver to go on. Every now and then he could catch glimpses of her, the fun side, and good lord was it fun. She needed a vacation.
"Captain?"
"What?" Faustus asked, squinting up into the sunlight.
"This arrived for you." The man held out an envelope, the label on the front denoting it was from the supplier of the cargo he was going to ship next week. Faustus took the envelope, tilting his head as he noticed the sound of music coming from somewhere on the deck.
"Richard, sir. Got that blasted music box thing going again."
The radio' Faustus pushed out of his chair, crossing the deck until he drew up alongside some of the crew working around a radio, a few of them singing along. He forgot Richard had a radio. Last time he had one on his ship was years ago, before some drunk pirate threw it into the sea claiming it was the devil. Faustus grinned slowly, eyeing the few men standing around. Richard, from some navy of a country he couldn't pronounce and Tyrone, his side kick, were singing rather loudly and off key to some song by a man about a perfect woman.
Oh' Faustus mulled?this was too good to pass up. It would probably royally piss her off, but it'd be worth it.