Sir Eddie...I am a lady...remember? *flounces and flutters her eyelashes* *pouts* most men do not forget that fact. I believe you have had too much rum! *Engages in a tug of war over the bottle of rum*

Is this that jungle adventure you have been going on about of late, Sir Eddie? *gives a final solid yank and wrests the bottle free from his hands*

*picks marvel up and sets him on his shoulder* there, you are safe now, dear

*rolls her eyes* A moment ago you called me sir...now I am not allowed to engage in conversations about where the ship is headed next??? MEN!!! *flounces off with Marvel*

*holds up the bottle of rum* I beat you to it, dear. Now to find an appropriate hiding place....*ponders*

*whispers to Marvel* Any ideas where they might not find it? You surely have a better idea of small hiding places than I do.

*turns her head over her shoulder, speaking to the Captain* NO! Everyone has had enough for tonight if you plan on plotting adventures. I shall give it back in the morning! *flounces off quickly to find a hiding spot*

*marvel stands on Brielle's shoulders and whispers into her ear* *she claps her hands* Excellent idea, Marvel! *she goes to hide the rum*

*flounces back in without the rum* Cannibals? Good lord Eddie! And Amazonian women? I shall have to pray that they think of one you two are God's as they certainly won't worship me as a Goddess.....*smirks* granted....they might just decide the two of you are delicious and edible....being cannibals and all.....

*mutters* Demon Monkeys? SIr Eddie...when is the last time you were actually sober?

*sips from a suspicious tea cup* Indeed. It does. I'm in if we have permission from Dear Commodore!

*giggles at Sir Eddie* Oh blast. Let me see this map...

*Notices Nathan has passed out* Oh dear...*nudges him with her toe* I suppose that will have to wait for another time then....*sips from her teacup*

*Wakes up confusedly in the bunk, thrashing and shouting about satanic hyenas and grinding metal*

*hears Tessa shouting and runs to her cabin door. It is locked. Picks the lock with a hairpin* Tessa, for the love of God, what is wrong????

*Gapes at Brielle standing in the doorway* Brielle? What are you doing here?? 

*Yawns* Well...I WAS sleeping in my bunk....but it sounded like a riot or perhaps a murder was happening in your room so I decided to investigate!

*Frowns and rolls out of the bed* Oh..sorry about that dear.. and where are we, by the way? 

Well dear....we are on the Dragonfly....and currently, I'm not really sure where we are headed. The captain has been rather...indisposed with all of the rum drinking, so Im not sure what he has decided we are to do next. Last night I heard him mumbling something about an island where rum grows on trees....I suppose that is where we are heading. *giggles and shakes head* Between you and me....I'm not sure that actually exists....

*Groans and stands up with a curse* It seems far too idyllic to be a reality...but stranger things have happened, have they not? *Reaches under the bed to pull out a half gone bottle of rum* Although we are running rather low, and that is most worrying..

*eyes the half empty bottle of rum* I would hide that if I were you. The Captain should run out of his in....5....4....3....2....*hears a shattering glass followed by some curses and oaths, followed by "Where's the rum gone? Brielle? Is there any rum left?* Oh bother...hide it Tessa! Unless you want him to drink it! *Gathers her skirts and goes to soothe the rumless captain*

*Chuckles quietly, takes a lengthy swig and mutters* He can take it over my rusting body, and even then... *Throws on a weapons belt and staggers blearily out onto the deck*

*Very very quietly closes the door to the Captain's cabin* Phew.....good thing there was a little left....now he's sleeping like a baby! Time for a little time to myself. *giggles and flounces over to the side of the ship to gaze over the side and then notices Tessa* Rough night, dear?

*Vaults the side of the ship and balances on a small ledge on the hull* Rough nights don't generally last years, but I reckon' so. Not that you can't say the same thing..running off from an arranged marriage does not exactly equate to a peaceful mind, I'm sure?

*giggles nervously* That it doesn't....but I AM on the last place on earth any of them would expect to find me.....a pirate ship, indeed.....*shakes her head swigs some rum*

That is all.

*giggles and curtsies to Sir Eddie* Is that an invitation? I do so enjoy dancing!

Indeed? A safety dance? Sounds quite....safe....*dances anyhow*

*Groans* If you give her a reason to dance, she may very well never stop..

*twirls around and grabs Tessa's hand* Dance with meeeee! *giggles*

*Warily steps aside* Ah, that mightn't be such a good idea deary...and besides, you seem to be performing a marvelous solo! 

*swigs some rum before giggling and resuming dancing*

*Cautiously backs away and sits down to work on a sparking brass contraption*

*pouts at Tessa and goes over to see what she is working on* What is that for, dear?

*Laughs quickly and thrusts it into a carrying bag* Nothing at all dear. *Leaps up* What were we doing? Drinking and dancing was it? 

*Looks at Tessa suspiciously* Indeed.....drinking and dancing....*dances right over to the carrying bag and goes to see what is inside*

From This point below, the original stories of the FRS Dragonfly exist, all backwards and wonky, just like the crew! From this point above, we shall discuss all things wonderful about the dragonfly and potential plot points! For the roleplay itself, go to this lovely little link. This includes all Cabin boys. Especially the Cabin boys *whistles for the Cabin Boy* Aye, Cabin boy, you wanna write your part, go here! http://www.welcometosteampunk.com/group/frs-dragonfly/forum/topics/...

*giggles and flounces onwards to adventure*