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She's called the flying Dutchman and its rage that fills her sails..... (Kira X Alisa)

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Name: Captan Amara Gabriel
Alias: Davey Jones
Age: Lost to the sea she has lost count
Height: Six foot Two
Cup Size: 36C
Hair and eye color: See Photo
Amara is the most viscous pirate on the seven seas and she rules them with her crew of the damned and her ship known as the Flying Dutchman. She pillaged and plundered the seas till her black heart was content, and it never was. She would capture the pirates and ask them three questions. Who was their captain? Do you have any water? Will you bring letters to shore? Of course those that answered those questions with the real answers were cursed and doomed to stay aboard her ship for eternity, those that denied the answers were killed, with the exception of one person to tell the legend and keep it alive. The ship would appear as a wreck till the victim got close, then, it would spring to life and they would attack and pillage and plunder and take prisoners.

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There it sat, in the middle of the sea, a shipwreck, torn, tattered and broken, at least by appearance. In hiding though was Amara and her crew. There was a trade ship and its escorts entering their waters. She didn't have to give the order to hold, nor did she say a word, they had done this thousands of times and it was all the same. More people to ferry to the briny depths below, she was pure evil and had no need of gold or food, or even pleasures of the flesh. Just death, she wanted them all dead. Just when they got close, she raised her sword and the ship sprang to life. "FIRE!" she shouted and the cannons delivered their deadly payload of grapeshot right into the broadside of the first escort ship. The second went hard to port and opened its doors to reveal its cannons. "SHES COMIN ABOUT! LOAD THE GRAPPLING HOOKS!" Her crew loaded the small ballistae aboard the ships and fired, the hooks launched high into the air and tore into the ships sails and wood, anything they could get their teeth into as they tore the sails to shreds and some of the crew as well.

"Captain, we have her." Her first mate said.

"Unleash hell." She replied.

"LOAD THE GRAPE SHOT! FILL ER FULL OF HOLES!" The first mate ordered and the crew responded by loading the cannons, "FIRE AT WILL!" he said and they riddled the ship full of holes, it never stood a chance.

"LOAD THE HARPOONS REEL HER IN AND PREPARE TO BOARD!" Amara shouted, and the ship swung about and fired harpoons into the side of the trade ship, the crew began turning cranks and reeling the trade ship in like a fisherman's catch. "PLAAAAAAAAAAAANKS!" She shouted as they got closer, and indeed the crew did lower massive planks of wood, bridging the connection between the two ships and they began to run across it with all of the grace and speed of a cat. Amara however, waited for her crew to depart before simply walking across.
 
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Note: Often wears a hat while in disguise.
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Name: Kristel Gemeraled
Alias: Kaine Gemeraled (Masculen disgiuse)
Age: 29
Height: 5'2
Cup Size: 32A
Hair Colour: Red
Eye Colour: Green

Bio: Kristel was born and swiftly abandoned as her parents wanted a boy, luckily for her she was found before she died and was given to an orphanage by a good samaritan. Unfortunately, that Orphanage was more interested in profit than it was in doing its job. Kristal was often overlooked for her gender and red hair, as some believed this to be improper. She ran away as soon as the opportunity came and spent her youth on the streets, digging through garbage and stealing food to survive. She spent most of her time tinkering with trash she found, using parts to fix items then sell them to pawn shops. This allowed her to spend some money to acquire tools to better fix objects and then sell even more, eventually allowing her to buy food. Though she learned from early on she could never tell anyone that she fixed the items herself or she would be turned away. She always claimed she was bringing the item in for her father, she had a pretty good sense of the value of items by comparing them to similar items in the shops. Though she claimed her father told her the price to get. When she reached adulthood she managed to get a small shack and was approached with an offer for her father to become a repairman for a crew, she told them her father passed and her brother, was the one who repaired them now, the job then transferring to him. She took the opportunity to claim his name as her own and joining under the guise of Kaine, her made-up brother. She had managed to invent a small device that would go around her throat, hidden by her collar, it disguised her voice when she spoke, using this she was able to get her official Id as Kaine. Over the years she was trained as was mandatory for her position in hand-to-hand combat, and swordplay she was also introduced to firearms, which she quickly became very familiar with gunpowder weapons, a whole new technology for her to play with.

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Kristal was sitting in her small cubby, a little area under the stairs to the canons. She was working on a new item she was working on that would be used for travel when she heard a commotion, it sounded like a battle. Pirates? they had recently taken out another pirate ship that tried to attack them and had just finished the repairs, she sighed knowing her 'free time' was at an end. She took up her sword and finltlock pistol and put on her hat, strapping it on so the wind would not take it. She sip shook from a hit and screaming could be heard as orders were given, they wanted to retreat but could not, then she heard the call.
"MAN BATTLE STATIONS! WE ARE BEING BOARDED!"

Kristle ran to the broadside and peeked out the canon hole, looking up to see the boards being put down and the crew running across, something was different about this ship attacking them. It was Erie. Then she saw her, the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones.
"Shit, Shit, Shit" She had read about her and her crew, they were no joke, and an encounter with them was certain death, this crew was already boarded and she knew no one on this ship was capable of taking out someone like this. The only pirates they took out were low-tier, they even had avoided mid-tier Pirates! She had to make a decision, if she went to fight she was dead, most of the crew were sexist womanizers anyway. Power-hungry corrupt officials and degenerates with funding. She only worked with them for the gold and protection, but that was soon coming to its end, this ship was done for. She had to abandon it, but she could not survive a swim back to shore, she only saw one option.

Kristel moved a canon and moved it, to access its window. The carnage covered the shot of her new device, a previously broken pistole repurposed to fire a metal hook attached to a rope. SUCCESS!! it latched onto the Flying Dutchman.
"Don't break, don't break, don't break" She whispered to herself as she jumped and swung over to the other ship, climbing in, Luckily this ship's crew was on her old ship and the focus was no in the small space between the ships. He feet found placement on the side of the ship as she climbed up and used her slender form to crawl into the enemy ship. It was empty and terrifying but she had to find somewhere to hide!
 
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Amara moved through the ship as her crew killed anyone who resisted. The last few men gave up and she had them on their knees. "So." She said pursing her lips looking at the first man. "Where is your captain?"

The first man pointed to the left and gestured down the line. "DISLOYAL!" she shouted, "YOU NEVER GIVE UP YOUR CAPTAIN! TIE HIM UP AND THROW HIM OVER BOARD WITH A CHAIN AT HIS FEET!"

"NO! PLEASE GOD NO!" He begged as her men began to tie him up.

"Wait." She said and the men froze on the spot, "God?" she asked, turning to him, "Tell me, are you the religious type?" She said, almost kindly.

The man nodded yes feverishly. "Good." She said, "Then you believe in the devil?" He nodded again, "Good, because you are lookin at him." She grinned and laughed as she walked away and "Throw him overboard." She said and the man begged for his life in vain, soon his screams were gone with the sound of a splash.

"Now then." She said looking at the next man, "Do you have any water?" She said, licking her lips, acting parched and her crew snickered. The man offered water from his water skin and she grinned, "Fool, I'm dead, we don't drink water!" she ran him through with her sword and kicked his body off the rails to the ocean. She walked to the last man, "Tell me sailor, I haven't seen the shore in years, do ya think you could deliver letters to me mum?" He nodded his head yes. She turned to her crew and gave a boisterous laugh and they all started laughing. "ONE HUNDRED YEARS ABOARD THE FLYING DUTCHMAN! KILL THE REST AND TORCH THE SHIP LADS!" She walked back to her ship and watched the carnage.
 
Kristel looked around for a place to hide, or if she could find them, something to wear to disguise herself as a pirate, but they didn’t exactly have a uniform. She began to panic as she heard things start to die down other then some cheering, no doubt from the pirates. She knew they didn’t have a chance, but she had no idea they would be defeated so quickly. She was running out of time!

she dashed over to an upper level as where she was had no place to hide that would be safe, she kept searching until she heard them returning. Her time had run out! She booked it for a door and bust through, seeing a rather lavish bed she quickly crawled under it. This was not good for long term but it would have to do until she figured something else out. Little did she know she was under the captains bed!
 
Finding herself sufficiently amused she went to her quarters and sat in front of a desk, pulling out a music box and turning the key to play a melody. She found her black heart at peace through this song. Then she stopped, smelled the air. "Flesh." She growled. "Come out now and I'll make it quick, hide and I'll make ye into chum for the sharks."
 
Kristel lay under the bed as she heard them all returning, she wanted to cry, what would she do? she couldn't hide there forever. What were they going to do to her once they found her, she still had her disguise on so they might just kill her. If she hadn't, she didn't want to know what terrible things they might do to her. She just started to calm down a little when the door opened and she held her breath, hearing someone walk around before starting a music box. Then the woman called out for someone hiding, it had to be her right? She had no choice she had to show herself and beg, perhaps she could convince them she was usefull?

"Okay! okay, please I don't mean any harm" She held her hands out and crawled out from under the bed.
"I... I can be useful, I can fix things and make things, maybe I c-could join your crew, you don't have to kill me, y-you can use my skills, I don't have any loyalty to the other ship, they were really only a source of gold for me, I promise"
 
"If ye have no loyalty to your old crew, what bargaining chip do ya have to want to be part of mine?" She growled, drawing her sword, "I'm gunna ask ye three questions. Get them right and you are aboard on me crew. Get them wrong and I gut you where you stand and throw ya into the briney depths for shark food." She took several steps forward getting as close as she could to the woman, "First question, do you have any water for me? I'm feeling awfully parched."
 
"W-water? I mean, n-no, I didn't think you would even need to drink water, I-I'm sorry" She winced preparing herself to be stabbed.
 
She clicked her tongue in her mouth, "Second question, where is your captain? Would you give him up if he were here?" She said, slightly altering the question.
 
"I don't have a captain, and I can't give up what I don't have right? So I guess, no?" She answered relieved that she did not yet have a sword in her stomach.
 
"Last question. I haven't spoke with me mum in quite some time, do ya think you could take some letters ashore for me?" She leaned forward and over, purposely getting as close to the woman as possible, grinning a wide, devilish grin.
 
"Aren't you like, ancient? I mean, I don't think your mum would still be alive, would she?" She asked nervously in her head she was yelling at herself but she was just saying what came to mind, she was too scared to think it through.
 
Another tongue click, "Alright, you've proven yourself to at least be of sound mind, or well read enough to not get yerself killed. Welcome aboard the Flying Dutchman." She said, sticking out her hand offering a shake.
 
She let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, you won't regret this" She smiled and shook her hand, happy that she passed the test and her current disguise seemed to be holding up.
 
"One last thing." She said holding on to the womans hand, "If ye are going to wear a disguise, at least bother to make it look right." She removed the hat and smiled.
 
She blushed as she seemed to be found out.
"I umm, but my face, what if they recognize my uhh true self?" she asked seeming worried now.
 
"Well hmm, isnt that quite the conundrum we are in?" She grinned, already knowing the answer, "Tribute." She said, grinning widely.
 
"Tribute?" She asked not sure what she had meant by it, she couldn't have decided that she wanted to offer her as tribute could she? Let the rest of the crew have their way with her? There was no way, she was a woman as well after all, why would she put her through that?
 
"To me." She said with a growl as she looked the woman up and down.
 
"T-t-to you? Tribute? I am afraid I don't understand, I never read about any Tribute rituals that your crew does for you, I would not know what to do. Though I am definitely willing to do what I need to umm, be a part of the crew" She looked around nervously, not sure what kind of terrible thing she might have to do, would she force her to kill an innocent? go through some sort of ritual that would make her undead like her? Take on some sort of unthinkable curse?
 
"Thats right lass, see I haven't seen the shore in years, much less a woman as beautiful as ye." She put a hand on your shoulder, "You will be part o me crew alright. As my concubine." Another wide grin, "Well its that or the briney depths."
 
"Oh I umm, okay what sort of duties do I have as a concubine... Like I am used to that as a reference for a man and women but, uhh, I don't exactly know what you need me to do here" She asked nervously, she didn't want to presume, but she was feeling some heavily sexual vibes from her, perhaps she was reading her wrong?
"Oh umm, like I said my skillsets are like mechanical fixing building, again, just to point out" She added, wanting to still do what she loved.
 
"I am sure we can find some purpose for you outside of my quarters, inside them of course, you are mine." She said, drawing her sword and running the tip up the front of her suit, just enough to cut the material, and let it fall off.
 
The Pirate Queen drew her sword and swung it at her, she froze, closing her eyes and wincing as she prepared to be cut down. But after a moment, no pain. She was surprised by that, but even more surprised as she felt her suit top fall from her body.
"Ahh!" She looked down, at her exposed top half, well it would be if not for the tight wrappings over her chest.
"Wait, you don't need to, I can.." She held a hand up as she started to unwrap the coverings, slowly exposing her bare chest to the woman.

The only thing that remained was a small, wrist-bound item, almost like a gauntlet, but with mechanical-looking parts to it.
 
She smiled at this, "Willing to are we?" She asked, "The rest of it, off now and on your knees." She said.
 
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