smirks as he saw another ship. Time to stock up~

it's only time to stock up on tomatoes, dammit...

spots his ship in the distance "....who wants a new cook?"

got his men ready to attack the other ship, his battle axe in hand.

stayed below decks, wanting to avoid fighting.

clutches her sword, pushing her pistol in her belt as she gets her own crew ready for battle.

cracked his knuckles before swinging over onto their ship. He wanted the first kill~

hides in the food cargo hold.

definitely going for the Captain's blood. That way she could take over his crew too. She swings her sword at him, already trying to get a_

_feel of his fighting style.

dodged it and leaned hear her, swinging his axe around to try and catch her off guard.

ducks, trying to kick his legs out from underneath him.

kept his ground and brought his axe up to swing at him again.

*Her ((Ugh. Stupid 3am spellin' errors. ))

[Dude go sleep!]

((No way man, don't got school tomorra.))

moves to the side, axe catching her arm a little. She swings out her sword, aiming to get at his legs.

smirks when he felt the contact, and just got his leg away from her before she could do some real damage. "Nice try~"

grins, moving up to slash at his chest.

stumbled a bit and cursed when the blade ripped through his shirt a bit. He swung his axe at her again, trying for a diagonal slice.

moves back, climbing up on one of the rails. "You'll have to be faster than that."

smirks. "Oh I can be~" He picked up his pace, swinging at her like the axe weighed nothing.

jumps to the side, swinging her sword at him, ducking when she needed to.

found this fun~ He didn't really see how his men were doing. But he liked this. Her moves seemed slightly familiar though.

to think her moves were as original as she was. She'd very much like to get in a hit. It wasn't fun without equal amounts of bloodshed.

couldn't agree more. But he still found her moves unorignal. He could have sworn he saw them before.

make sure he finds his death original then.

narrows his eyes a bit as he kept attacking her. He wondered what colour her eyes were.

manages to parry his attack, pushing forward and getting close enough to see him properly. Her eyes were red of course.

blinks. "... Wait." He pushed her sword away with his axe.

pulls back and a little put out that he wasn't going to fight, uses the chance to swing across to his ship, blowing a kiss over her_

_shoulder. She was going to steal her a cook.

huffs. "Oh no ye don't!" He tried to go after her, but got stopped by her men.

grins, fighting through the people and managing to get into the kitchen. "Oi, cook!"

hears a struggle in the kitchen and someone calling out. With a small noise, he wrests the lid of a crate of tomatoes and hides inside.

gets into the storage room, looking around. "Ugh, why so many tomatoes?"

shivers at the voice. Normally he liked women but this one sounded scary...

kicks over a barrel, sticking her sword into another and watching the water spill out. "I wonder if they have booze..."

shivers more, the lid of the crate shaking.

turns around, holding her sword at. "Come out or die!"

freezes, the lid falling still.

drives the sword into the barrel near the top. If no blood spilled out, she'd missed his head.

yelps and barely ducks in time.

hears the yelp and kicks the crate over, sword positioned.

comes tumbling out, covering his head with his arms."D-don't hurt me! I'm just the cook!!"

grins deviously. "Perfect. Stand up, cook."

stands up, shaking in fear.

levels the sword at his neck. "Hands behind your back."

"Wh-why?"

rolls her eyes. 'Because I said so. Do it or lose your head."

instantly puts his hands behind his back.

smiles sweetly at him, picking up some rope and tying his wrists together.

glares at her.

finishes, tugging on them hard to make sure they held. "Good."

"I'm not even armed, dammit!"

shrugs. "You're the head chef, are you not. You might be concealing a knife." Which means she should probably check him. She stands_

_in front of him, starting to pat him down to check for anything.

turns bright red. "N-no, dammit!!" He didn't have one on him...

checking him anyways, hands slipping into the folds of his clothes.

fidgets and whimpers. "S-stop..."

rolls her eyes. "That stupid blonde has cowards on his ship."

"I-I'm not a coward!"

declares him weaponless, and pushes him forward. "You'll be cooking on my ship from now on."

"Fuck off!!"

points the sword at his throat. "What was that?"

yelps and shivers in fear.

smirks. "Move it. We're heading back to my ship."

whimpers. "Wh-why?"

that's a stupid question. "Because my crew is getting sick of just potatoes, which is stupid."

winces. That was even worse than being stolen. "N-no!! I won't go!"

presses the blade of her sword against his neck. "Move it, or I'll tie you up and drag you."

starts to cry...

...doesn't know if this is worth it anymore.

didn't want to go on the ship that had only potatoes!

stop the ship at an island and get other ingredients if he stops his damn crying!

would stop for that....

he should get himself out of here and over to her ship then.

reluctantly starts trudging out as he cried.

kick him over if he keeps crying.

keeps crying...

scowls, kicking him over. "Shut up, cook."

tumbles over, rolling out of the kitchen.

grabs him by the back of his shirt, pulling him up.

gasps and closes his eyes, trying to focus on finding a way to run away.

sheaths her sword in favour of holding him close with a dagger to his neck instead. "Let's go."

winces and walks slowly.

walks him over to the edge of the deck, grabbing onto a rope with one hand, and him with the other.

{Den, are you still there?]

((Good timin'. I was just gonna go. -w- Sup? ))

[Oh. I just wanted to know if you wanted to stop her from stealing your chef? xD]

((Pfft, Den can starve. XD In my mind he's just kinda resorted to chillin' on her ship. Assumin' she was his friends twin or somethin'. ))

[xD Do we know what Gil's role it all this is yet?]

fidgets, trying to get away.

tightens her grip on him. "If you squirm, I'll drop you overboard."

((No idea... I just image he's a pirate, and they're twins. But were too cocky to be on the same ship. XD ))

...squirms more.

[xD Makes sense]

shoves him forward, grabbing him by the ropes around his wrists as he hovers over the ocean. "Wanna keep doing that?"

just assumes his crew would rescue him then...He keeps squirming.

rolls his eyes and wraps her arms around him, gripping the rope and swinging back to her ship.

looks back at his old ship longingly.

((Lies and slaaaaander. ))

shoves him in her cabin still tied up and goes back to deal with the blonde.

[what is?]

((Longingly. Liiieeesss~))

... was chatting up some of the crew mates.

[Oh xD]

holds a blade at his neck "What do you think you're doing?"

(( He thinks of it as heaven compared to the potato ship XD ))

rolls his eyes and nudges the blade aside. "M'talkin' here."

((Pfffffft. XDD ))

frowns at the door and tries to wiggle free.

[xDD Thanks]

blinks at that, and draws her sword instead "How dare you..."

smirks. "I knew I recognized ye, Giselle."

......"What?"

smirks. "I know yer twin. We've had good times."

almost wants to groan. "Gilbert? Is he still alive? He sure as hell doesn't visit."

nods. "Alive and kickin'. Last I saw he burned down a whole village."

grins, rolling her eyes. "He always ends up having more fun than me. When was the last time you saw him?"

shrugs. "Maybe a few weeks ago? He was headed South though."

((Kay. I gotta crash. S'almost 5:20 here. -w-; Night ye guys~ ))

[geez. sleeep]

why he'd go south.. "Huh...weird."

shrugs. "Ja, I know. But ye know him. He's an idiot." He smirked at that.

grins. "That he is. I kinda miss him though..a little."

manages to get the door open with his tied hands and goes tumbling out the door, landing hard on his face.

...turns and stares at him. "What are you doing? I put you in my cabin for a reason."

raises his brow and looks over. "Oh, that guy."

rolls over, dazed from hitting his head.

glances back at him. "Yea, I borrowed your chef." Well..stole. She walks over to him, pulling him up and seating him on a crate.

slumps over, murmuring nonsensical Italian.

...tugs on the weird looking curl. "Hey!"

instantly turns red, completely alert. "CH-CHIGIIII!!"

blinks at him. Okay...

glares at her, shifting uncomfortably on the crate.

goes to pull his curl again.

closes his eyes. "CHIIIGIII!!"

grins. "Soren, he makes weird noises."

"I-I'm not a plaything, dammit!!!"

nods. "Ja. Ye can have him regardless. Wouldn't make me food when I wanted anyways."

grumbles. "Fuck you! You were a crap captain anyways!"

grins "Great! Thank, Soren." She'd make him cook for her if he wanted to keep his life.