Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

"I saw what you did to Kasady and her boys," Ravelle said to the two nobles, giving them an approving nod. "Y'all be some nasty pieces of work." He turned to Parris again. "Where do you find people like this? Seems like every time a pirate's meeting arises you always got the meanest dogs."

"Well, Fane's been on my crew for years," Parris said, gesturing over to his first mate. "You've seen her from the last three times I've come here. Anto, however, we had to fish his ass out of the sea. He'd survived a hurricane and had been floating around for a few days before we found him. His legs were busted up real good, too. Still fought off a pack of marauders barely a week after the stitches went in, too."

The woman seemed pleased after Parris was done bragging about young man, sliding in a little closer and beginning to wrap her arms around his shoulders. Now even Anto noticed what was going on. He stood up from his seat, hiding a wince as he stepped aside and gestured to it.

"How about you have my seat? You've probably been standing much longer than I have," Anthony said, walking over to Fane's side and leaning against her slightly.

"Or just stupid, " the woman grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat down int eh chair previously occupied by Anthony.

"Oh, don't act like that, Mirrim," Ravelle said, rolling his eyes. "Jus' 'cause the boy already has hisself a girl don't mean you get to insult 'em."

Her face crumpled up into a pout, but didn't respond. Parris flicked an amused look over the Fane, a ghost of a smile on his face.

"So, any news on the others?" Parris asked, returning his attention back to his friend.

"Ah, well," the giant pulled a pained look. "Drashika got caught. Put up a good fight, but two British ships ended up being too much for the old man."

"Drashika?" Anto asked quietly to Fane, raising an eyebrow.

Parris caught wind of this and nodded. "One of the oldest pirates I've ever known. Last time I was him, he was 82 and wrinkly as shit, but had the body of someone half his age. It is a shame he had to die."

Ravelle nodded solemnly. "I believe he's why this meetin's been called." The news seemed to put an oppressive mood on the table. With a group of pirates, however, the bad vibes wouldn't last for long, even if it was as forced as the question the giant asked the two royals: "So, how long have ye two been together, eh?"

Anto's eyes went wide, blinking a couple of times as the captain turned to him and asked, "Well?"

"Probably….a month? Two?" he asked, looking down at Fane with a slight wince.

Jesus, this is bad. I don't even remember when we actually started to date, he thought, scratching the underside of his jaw sheepishly.

"Ah!" Ravelle said. Women and sex were his two favorite things, so he continued on. "And how is she in t-"

"That is none of your damned business," Anto interrupted him, his look hardening and his hand resting on the bigger knife on his side. "So don't even ask."

The table fell into a tense silence. Ravelle looked like he was contemplating breaking the small man over his knee, while Anto thought of the best places to stab the captain. Then, surprisingly, Ravelle burst into joyful laughter, letting his head fall back and his hands clutch his gut.

"Oh, fuck, Parris!" he exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes, "You have a couple of hardasses."

Parris passed Anto a look that said you are in so much trouble as the other Captain stood from his seat.

"Well, time to cause trouble elsewhere," Ravelle said as his crew rose with him. "It was nice seeing you again, mate. Stay safe."

"You too," Parris said tensely, then turned to Anto. "The fuck was that?"

Parris ignored her defense of Anto, hissing in a quiet voice, "I thought you were a pirate, boy. What the hell do you think you're doing, mouthing off to a friend of mine like that? If shit went sour, it would be put on my head for bringing you into here. I think it's time you kept your mouth shut and let us do the talking."

Anto didn't answer, frowning down at his feet. He was showing his true colors with each word he spoke. Any pirate would have let that woman do what she pleased without shame, even if they're in a relationship. No crew member would threaten a captain, either.

"Alright….alright, yeah," he said, moving from Fane and sitting back in his seat. "I am sorry."

Parris didn't answer. He just studied the bar with a pissed-off expression.

"And you," Parris said, his anger seemingly renewed as he turned to Fane. "You know how this works. Why even let him get out of his seat? Nothing good could come from turning that girl down, yet you let 'im anyways. Is he making you loose your edge?"

Parris watched her leave with a stunned expression, never before been spoken to like that. A deep anger boiled inside him at the sight of Anto still staring down at his hands. That little shit coulda gotten me killed. And she took his side.
"You will get your shit," Parris growled in a low voice, "and get off my ship. Don't ever come back. If I even see you again, I will run you through like a dog on the street."
Anto, understanding his current condition, stood up from his seat with a wince and limped out after Fane with a grim look on his face.

"I've…..been evicted," Anto said when he caught sight of Fane, not catching what she said just seconds before

He held no anger towards his former captain. All Anto had done for the man since joining his crew was get hurt, cause issues, and be a liability. The man had trusted the prince enough to bring him out here and Anto had fucked that up, too.

"Look, I'm sorry," Anto continued, running a hand through his hair. "I have done nothing but be a hindrance ever since I met you."

"You're….leaving, too?" Anto looked baffled. "But….you have built a life here. You can't just throw that away over a simple dispute."

He realized that he had everything that he came on the ship with on his body, with exceptions of the knifes. He wasn't about to give those up, though.

(They're the same height, remember? I made him small)

(Oh, shit, my bad)

"You're…what happens to Hugh and Johnny and the rest?" he asked, blinking a few times at her response. While he still felt guilty, the idea of a life with her excited him greatly. "And how can we even be pirates without a boat? Or a crew?"

The initial shock of getting kicked out had waned and he was in business mode now.
"If we can get Hugh or White to come with us, the other will follow," he said slowly, tapping his chin. "Same goes for Johnny and the sharpshooter. I feel like White would be the one most willing to go. Wanna try him first?"

(Wanna just timeskip to when they meet up again? It is pretty obvious White is gonna say yes)

Anto stood in front of the bar about an hour later, White and Hugh standing next to him. As usual, they were enveloped in a conversation with the smaller man leaned up against the giant's side. The dude was already drunk and it was barely 3 o'clock.
"When she gonna return?" Hugh asked Anto, raising an eyebrow down at the prince.
"I am unsure," he confessed, rubbing his hands together anxiously. "She has to get a great deal of stuff."

"Hugh, I got the drunk guy," Anto said after a bit, walking over and taking the weight of White from the giant. "GO down there and see if she needs help."

A few minutes later, the sound of loud footsteps came walking up to the door, followed by two firm knocks.
"Ms. Fane?" Hugh asked in his deep, powerful voice. "Need some help in there?"

He began picking up every box in sight, seeming to have endless strength as he studied the woman.
"Wha' happened in the bar, if you don' mind me askin'?" he said slowly, pausing his efforts to lift up every available object in the room.

"Anto ain' a real pirate, is he?" Hugh asked as he gathered up the remaining boxed and hefted them onto the mountain of containers in his arms. A surprising amount of intelligence flashed behind his black eyes. "He don' talk like us, act like us, or even sit like us."