"No, it isn't, and I will take care of that myself when it is full." Elias muttered, "And food and water would be nice." He continued to gaze out the window, for some reason he felt sort of calm near the waves. When he was younger he would go into hysterics at the thought of boarding a boat. Well, only after the incident, but he preferred to not speak of that at all. "I. . I mean please." he sighed sadly, "Or if not that is fine as well, I must admit I am not that hungry."
Totally Not Pirates of the Caribbean 1x1 (Closed)
"Alright." Felix replied, leaving the room. He returned after a few minutes, and slid some food and water into the brig through a slit in the base of the door. "Here." the food was your typical ship's fare; a biscuit-like wafer, and some dried jerky. Nothing that Elias would be at all used to eating, but stuff that was the standard fare of pirates and mariners.
Elias turned to look away from the window and to the food, "T-thank you." He muttered as he walked over to pick the tray, then took it back over to the bed, "You need not stay and watch me eat, that is necessary, and you have things to take care of, at least I would hope so." He lifted up the biscuit to his lips and took a bite of it, 'Hhm, not bad.' He quickly gobbled the rest down and then just stared the jerky, it didn't look appetizing at all, but he knew better than to just snub the food. He took a small bite of it and tried to hold back a gag, "Oh dear God." He mumbled as he put the meat down on the tray then slid it away from himself and towards the door. "I do think I am finished eating."
Felix nodded a little bit. He left after a few minutes. "Leave the jerky for the rats, then." he called over his shoulder, laughing a little as he imagined Elias's reaction to that. Rats. All ships had rats, it was perfectly normal. But he wasn't sure a prissy little rich boy would know somehting like that.
Elias jumped when he heard the word rats and curled into a ball on his bed, "I am going to die on this ship." The thought of rats terrified him, he'd rather be in the water with things that he couldn't see, and seaweed, and animals. . .Never mind! The rats are fine. he closed his eyes trying to relax, "Mother. . .I-I miss you." He whispered softly a tear rolling down his cheek. "Why did you have to leave?"
Felix went out on deck, shouting out orders as he approached the first mate, talking to him about the spoils that had been divvied up. He took his share, putting it in his cabin. Sure, pirates were thieves, but they knew better than to try and steal from each other.
After what felt like an eternity of lying around and moping Elias decided to work on his plan, hopefully, he'd be able to fool these men easily, and maybe trick them into letting him go. If anything the captain would be his biggest obstacle. He turned his back to the cell door and began to scratch out his ideas on the wall again.
(I know it's short, sorry. I'm about to fall asleep)
(it's fine!)
Felix hummed faintly as he went about the day, writing up the draft of a letter to post to Elias's father. He wrote it in his best handwriting, double-checking all the spelling. He wanted Elias's father to think of him as intelligent and well-written. Which he was.
Elias leaned back and looked through his ideas, "Perfect, now to get them to fall for it." It was a simple plan, he would just have to join the crew - which would definitely be the hardest part of the plan. Then get them to trust him, then when they land at a port or something runoff, wait for the men to leave, and there, now you are a free man! "Now all I need to figure out is a source of money. . .Or I could just figure that on whatever island I escape on." He said as he shrugged, "Maybe this is possible."
Felix finished the letter and sealed it, tucking it away to be mailed when they next made port. Which would be soon. He knew it had to be; the crew was itching to spend all the money they had received, and Felix knew what it would be spent on. Drink. Drink and brothels, if he knew his crew. He wasn't going to judge them for how they spent their money, even if he didn't spend it on the same things.
Elias felt a bit satisfied with his plans as if he still had control over his life in some way. . .well, that control would come if he could convince the captain to let him out of this cell, and get the man to put some trust in him. It was worth a shot, but he figured that captain might not fall for it, he'd have to somehow convince him, but how? If he was after money, he would get that from the ransom money - if there was to be any -, or again from selling him. Elias just shuddered at that thought, "Maybe this is my best bet at the moment." There wasn't too much to do at the moment, so he just pulled the blanket over himself and tried to doze off again, but something just felt off, "Perhaps I should just wait?" He mused to himself, now half-awake.
Felix stomped back out on deck, his boots making clomping sounds. Some of the crew went barefoot for better grip in the rigging, but as he hardly went up the rigging anymore, he had no reason to go barefoot. In any case, going barefoot would result in splinters, and those were never pleasant. He walked to the helmsman, and said that they were going to chart a new course, in order to come into harbor.
Elias pushed those thoughts away, 'No, at least, not really, after all, they were the ones that kidnapped me, so in a way, I would be getting back my rightful freedom.' His thoughts trailed off, 'But even if I somehow got back home, I wouldn't have any freedom at all, in fact it might be worse. I'd be forced into a life I wouldn't want at all.' Then another idea came into his mind, 'I could just stay on whatever island I hide out in, but if this ship ever came into port I'd be fearing for my life.' He shook his head, 'Maybe just getting back home is my best bet at the moment, and probably the safest.'
Our best bet is to send the message, and tell him to respond to the same harbor. Though that means that we must drift in this area, which is a recipe for getting caught… Felix's eyes narrowed in thought as he looked out at the horizon, standing with his hands behind his back. A frown traced his lips as he considered the dilemma.
(If you would like, I play one of his crew members who could maybe come and discuss the situation with him)
(sure)
Nathaniel cautiously stepped towards Felix. He was still getting used to being aboard the ship, and the captain scared him a bit. He could be genuinely nice and kind to the crew, but in a flash, well he saw how he had behaved towards their captive. He had grown tired of watching the other men chart the course to, well he wasn't even sure, the men never really told him anything, although that really didn't bother him. "Uhm, C-captain?" He began, "Y-you look a bit tense, is there anything we could do?" He figured that perhaps the man just needed to vent or something, or if anything just say that he needed to be left alone.
Felix glanced up. "Ah, Nathaniel." He greeted. "Nothing. Just trying to figure out some logistical issues." He replied, flashing a quick smile, and then frowning a little as he tried to figure out what to do about this. He knew he needed a way to communicate with Elias's father, but also he didn't want to get caught.
Nathaniel nodded, "If I may ask, is about that rich man you are holding for ransom?" There wasn't much else for the captain to worry about. The crew members were all in good moods and excited to spend their money, so he figured that that must be it, "Well, the sooner you get rid of him the better. He doesn't seem too nice, and he's probably stuck up." He muttered the last bit, he had never really liked the upper class, mainly just from what he had heard about them, and how cruel they were.
Felix nodded. "Yes. I'm trying to figure out how to communicate about the ransom with his father." he ignored Nathaniel's last comment, not deeming it worth an argument. "I don't quite know how to communicate without us getting too easily caught."
Nathaniel nodded, "That must be difficult, but I'm sure you've handled things like this before, right?" He looked up at his leader, "And if you haven't I'm sure you'll figure out a smart way to do it. Perhaps if you just send the letter to a harbor, then request for him to meet you at another harbor have him send the money, then you give the boy over? But no navy or anything? But then again, I really do not know anything about this sort of thing. But I'm sure you'll get done." He had begun to ramble again, it was one of his worst habits, he'd just start talking nonsense about nothing, and then people would grow angry with him over his incessant chattering.
Felix sighed. "Yes, I could say that, however there would be no guarantee that he wouldn't send the navy, and I would rather us not get captured and hanged." He replied, looking down at Nathaniel. "It isn't something that sounds very enjoyable to me, and I'm sure it doesn't to you either."
"HHm, what if you threatened to harm or disfigure the man if he did, or just kill him if he did? But then again, that could lead to another run-in with the navy, right?" This stuff was complicated, no wonder the captain never took hostages, "Why did you kidnap this guy then? For as long as I've been aboard, you've never done anything like this at all. You just plunder and pillage towns and ports, then destroy everything in the town." The lad sighed thoughtfully, "Do you think he is even worth much? Or worth the trouble?"
Felix sighed faintly. "I wanted to try something new. In addition, his father is quite well off, so I thought we could get a good bounty from that." he explained. "And yes, a threat could work, but only if he values his son's, say, fingers. Or eyes. Or life." he shrugged his shoulders, squinting against the sun.
Nathaniel nodded, "I understand that, and I do think that maybe it would work, most fathers do not want their children, hurt like that. I would think, I guess." He shrugged, "Maybe threats could work, I feel like he might fall for them, especially if you, I don't know to have some proof that you have and might hurt him, that might work?"
"Yes, but what sort of proof?" Felix questioned. "Perhaps some of his hair to prove that we have him could work…" he trailed off, running his hands through his hair, then looking at Nathaniel for a moment, considering.
"Hair is easy to come by though, and if he left some strands of his own at the manor the hair could be inspected, although they might not figure it out." Nathaniel smiled a bit, "Or just having him know what you are willing to do with the boy might work? Who knows, you might not have to do anything to him at all."
"I think just sending a clipping of hair might work. He should recognize his own son's hair, yes?" Felix replied. "I can't exactly send anything else without it becoming far too difficult to do, or causing physical harm. Which, I don't want to resort to that right away."
"That would probably do wonderfully then if the man would even let you or any of us get close enough to him to get some hair from him." If Nathaniel had ben captain, he honestly would have done much worse to the boy, perhaps he was just ruthless or a terrible person, but he didn't want anyone like Elias on the ship. It would ruin the ambiance of a pirate ship, and it was dangerous to have him aboard. But he couldn't and wouldn't say a word about it to Felix, after all being a child means your say really doesn't matter that much. He was still surprised that Felix hadn't just ignored him.
(By the way, I should have said this earlier, but I'm pretty chill with whatever happens to Elias, not that I'm a sadist or anything, but like with that era, well you know. So, uhm yeah)
(lol alright)
Felix nodded. "We can knock him out if we have to. I just am reluctant to harm him because it could invite…trouble. The mere threat of harm should be enough. Remember, all we're after is the money from the ransom; torturing or hurting him is not our goal." he looked at Nathaniel carefully.