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Lara and Elizabeth 3
Jame focused on getting his breathing back to normal, and stretched. "We have to attack a cannibal group on the island. They have the other men as hostages there." He explained, fixing his bandanna. "Prepare yourselves for battle."
Most of the men wandered off to go grab their weapons or get dressed, a couple stayed up on deck. "How did you two get away?"
Jame sighed, shaking his head. "Pure luck. And a near death experience." He said, smiling grimly. "They were about to roast us alive. Which is what they'll do to the other men if we don't get there in time."
"Who knows how many of them they've already killed." Adella added she wanted to get back out there, do what she could to save the other men.Most everybody was back up on deck again with their weapons. "Want any of us to stay back and watch the ship?"
Jame nodded. "Ten or so are all I can spare to watch the ship. The rest are needed to come help with the attack." he said, grabbing his own sword which he gripped in readiness. "Let's head out!"
Once it was decided who would stay wand who would go everyone was getting into the rowboats and heading to shore, Adella going with them. She wanted to help. To make the cannibals pay for killing some of their crew. there were a lot of them but they just had to hope they could have the advantage of surprise. "We'll need to stay near the stream." she warned the rest of the crew. "a lot of us got caught in traps on the way in before."
Jame nodded. "Yes, don't stray too far into the brush." He agreed. "We don't know what else is hiding in there. The second one of us gets caught, we loose the element of surprise." He said seriously.
There were nods among the crew. Everyone tried to stay as close to the stream as they could, many walking in the water. "How far is the camp?"
Jame tried to gauge the distance in his mind. "Not far. A five minute walk or so." he said, his voice hushed as if there might be something listening in the bushes near by.
They all fell silent the rest of the way to the camp. Adella was walking near the front of the group with Jame.
Jame started recognizing pathways that lead to the camp. They were close. He could almost smell the smoke from the large bonfire. "We're close." he whispered.
"So what's the plan?" Adella muttered
Jame sighed. "Attack from all sides I suppose." he whispered back.
As he said that the crew began to spread out around the camp. All seemed quiet. Was it possible the natives were all asleep? Well. They probably weren't expecting them to come back after getting away. Adella was still near where Jame was. Ready.
Jame waited for a moment, before motioning his arm, for his men to stay still for a moment. The natives were all sleeping! "Sneak in, sneak out. Don't start a fight if we don't have to." He whispered, creeping into the camp and towards the prisoner's huts.
There were a few natives still awake, the ones set to guard the prisoners. But all things considered it wouldn't be hard to take them out. Adella gripped her dagger as they got closer to the first of the huts. So far they hadn't been seen.
Jame slipped up behind the first guard, dispatching him before he had time to make a sound. He killed the second seconds later, slicing away the vines that held the door shut. Motioning for the men inside to be quiet, he let them out.
Adella was helping at one of the other huts, killing one of the guards while one of the other crew members took care of the other. She opened the door to free the others, like Jame telling them to be silent.((So they still need to get the key here how are they going to do that?))
((its around the cheif's neck. Maybe Adella can grab it and sneak away?))
((I think she'd be more concerned with getting everyone out of here than goingafter the key))
((Probably. And going to be ghosting now))
((So yeah, Jame would more likely go for it than Adella.))
((kk. Lots of hw tonight, so probs only one post today))Jame was busy sneaking up to the cheif, and then slowly snapping the cord that the key hung on. He pocketed it quickly, before dashing off after the rest of his crew. "Go, go go!" He whispered urgently, itching to get out and away.
They were all on the way back to the ship, keeping close to the stream like her and Jame had done on the way out. when they got back to the ship she was going to get her shoulder checked out by the ship's doctor then sleep.
Jame scrambled along the path, slowly drawing further and further from that accursed camp. It made him want to gag, the thought of where those people found food. Frowning and shaking his head, he gripped the key and dove in the water, swimming to the ship.
Adella's shoulder was throbbing again by the time she pulled herself on deck. She couldn't wait to get as far away from this place as she could. How many men had they lost though? How many dad been killed? How many had been....been eaten? She shuttered at the thought. she'd almost been one of them....
Jame pulled himself on deck by the chain. Though he was exhausted and wanted to just collapse, he knew he had to pilot this ship away from the island and out onto open waters again before the natives decided to come after them. So he walked tiredly to the wheel and commanded those who were the most awake and alive to get the ship ready to set sail again.
She knew she needed to get her shoulder looked at but for right now she was helping get the ship ready again. The farther way from that island they got the better. She was looking around at the crew, trying to figure out who was missing. At least five people....
((have lots of hw so I'll be ghosting. This weekend should cool down a bit))Jame captained the ship out into open waters and then dismissed the crew, deciding they all needed rest. He stayed on duty however, as he felt that was his responsibility as captain.
((Its fine. That was me a few weeks ago.))Adella wanted to stay and help but her shoulder was hurting more by then so she went below deck to finally get it patched up where it had been stabbed by the natives when they were captured. after getting it wrapped she came back on deck to see if she could help.
Jame was practically supporting himself on the wheel, barely able to stand anymore, but he was hiding it valiantly. He told himself it was just a scratch. When Adella came up again, he shook his head. "You should be resting!" He protested.
"I'm fine." She told him. "I feel a lot better after getting my shoulder patched up. What about you? Did you get injured at all? and you could probably use some rest too...." She was tired but he must have been exhausted as well.
Jame shook his head. "No. I'm fine. I don't need rest. I need to pilot this ship." he said seriously, ignoring the dizziness in his head. "I didn't really get injured... its just a scratch."
She raised an eyebrow, not completely believing that. "Well I guess I'll stay out here for a little while to keep you company then." Besides, her adrenaline was still pumping a bit after all that. She couldn't sleep.
Jame nodded, allowing that. "If you're up for that, then that's ok." He agreed, smiling weakly. He needed to stay out here. He needed to captain his ship, even if it was until he physically couldn't any more. Which wouldn't be too long now.
"You know...I'm sure people wouldn't think anything wong if you took one night off. Let one of the other crew members steer the ship. After everything that happened you should be resting." With that argument she should be too but oh well.
Jame sighed softly, shaking his head. "I couldn't. It shows weakness." he said stubbornly. He didn't want to look weak in front of his men. They already doubted his capability at times because he was so young for a captain. "I'll be fine." He promised, wincing.
"You along with half your crew have been held captive for a day. Let one of the ones who stayed here take over just for the night. There are others who known how to steer the ship. Stop being so stubborn..."
Jame watched her with a slight curiosity, surprised by the authority he heard in her voice. Then he smiled weakly. "Aye aye first mate." he said, letting go of the wheel to go down below deck. But that was a mistake. He had been using the wheel to hold himself up. The second he let go, his legs gave out and he crumpled to the deck.
Her first thought was one of surprise when he called her 'first mate'. she didn't really have time to think about it however as he collapsed. Adella cursed, rushing over to his side. "At least get to your cabin before you pass out." She said half serous, half jokingly.
Jame smiled weakly and tried to stumble to his knees. He brushed her away. "I'm fine... fine... really." He said, climbing to his feet only to slam to his knees again. "Really... ok..." he groaned, trying desperately to still be able to do things himself.
"Look. Let me just help you to you're cabin. You should feel a lot better after you rest some." She needed to sleep too honestly. She'd help him to the cabin then find someone who had been here that could pilot the ship tonight. If he was serious about the first mate comment she'd have to start learning it eventually though.
Jame nodded, knowing he needed the help, so he sat still, accepting the arm she offered and sighed. "I really am ok." He mumbled, hating how uncapable this made him feel. But the burning in his wound was just starting to get to him, and he couldn't help but wince. A poisoned arrow in your side after all, is not the most painless.
((Woah it was poisoned O,O He hasn't told anyone that yet right? Or did he and I just forgot. ))
((nope. Hasn't told anyone. Doesn't want anyone to worry, as usual. :P That's why he made a point of caller her first mate so 
The men rushed up onto deck, a few with weapons drawn. Thinking there was an attack or something. Seeing the two of them there the men frowned. "capt'n? One asked. "What's going on? Where is everyone?"