Reijo scrutinizes Nolwazi with his eyes. Then, he glances around at the ship, as if scrutinizing the rest of the crew. Turning back to Nolwazi, he cautiously takes the seeds she may give to him, as if to say, Hmpf. Me distrusts ye less than the rest o'these picaroons.
Reijo glares in Fipps' direction. "Son ov'a..." The angry sailor shakes his head in disbelief, then whispers to Bellamy, "Who'd a thunk fat Fatty be havin a lighter pair o'heels than th'bloody Promise? A bloody whale, 'e be."
Noticing Fipps' breathing difficulties, he whispers more information to nearby Bellamy and Nolwazi, "Fatty's lights be faint, but avast! Mas'r Scurve be givin'em a pouch, makin' Fatty right as rain again."
"Aye," Muttered Bellamy to the others.
"Or mebbe our shifter friend is pullen on Reijo's leg..."
Reijo grumbles back in a low voice, "I be pullin' a bloody 'poon through ole Whaley's vittles nextime." The salty sailor pulls out his pipe and lights up, "Me needs a smoke..."
"We find dem seeds; dey be keepin' dem small mountain o' seeds in deep dark place. No ding to be nosin' out dat smell; stink like dem Nor'land cheese. An' be dry same same.
Maybe Jape smell it out, or 'nother dem sea boys."
"Find dem seeds, give us big swagger."
In between puffs, Reijo swiftly gulps down the little grog that Bellamy managed to place into his tankard. With a scowl at the blind man for getting the rest of it all over his mug arm and sleeve, "Aye, me lass. An' where might th'mountain o'seeds be, xactly now, eh me wonders?"
The sailor's eyes glance back and forth between the boarding pikes on deck and Master Scourge as he speaks...
"Well now, Aretta be a quartermaster too ain't she? P'r'aps a virile young buck, who shows her some int'rest mebbe, be persuadin' t' see things our way?" Said Bellamy, turning a gap toothed grin to Reijo.
Reijo smirks as he ponders the figure of Aretta. "Ha! Thar be a fine piece o'booty on that wench. I been plannin' t'stick'er with me blade... but I be preferin' t'stick'er with me... other... blade."
Giving Nolwazi a wink, "Me was savin' meself fer ye, y'saucy lass. Alas! Duty be callin'." Smirking some more, "P'rhaps another time?"
Reijo approaches Aretta in the quartermaster's shop. Preferably when noone else is there, though he'll go in if either Fipps or one of the guards is also present.
Nolwazi snorts in disgust and simply follows Reijo into the quartermaster's shop, spoiling to do something.
Bellamy followed behind Reijo some distance, curious as to how the volatile freebooter would make the approach.
Before entering, the sailor smirks at Bellamy as he boasts and jokes in a low voice, "Watch n'lern ye somethin' t'day bout usin' yer manly wiles, Blindey. Maybe ye can get yerself a saucy wench t'haul yer rope fer a change."
Once inside, Reijo is careful not to let his eyes linger on Aretta's feminine attributes. He manages to maintain eye contact with Aretta. But his best attempt at a casual smile comes across more like a smirk...
How much t'buy ye fer the night, ye saucy wench?
"Aye, lass. Well, I be lookin' fer a fine leaf t'smoke. The word be that ye be havin' the best onboard. Might I... browse yer wares?" he asks her, in a somewhat softer voice than his usual gravelly gruffness.
Reijo gives Aretta a wink as he taps the pipe in his mouth. "Aye, a fair price, from a fair lass."
The salty sailor's eyes are briefly lulled into glimpsing her cleavage as he hands her three gold coins. "Fine. Daggers. Ye got there, missy. Mayhaps ye be havin' a nice set o'cutters ta sell me t'day aswell?"
Out in the passageway, Bellamy leaned with his ear up to the hatch listening to Reijo's line and trying not to snicker.
The sound of coins jingling can be heard from Reijo's boot as the pirate shakes his leg. He takes his time answering the bosomy wench, lighting up his pipe with his newly acquired leaf. He thinks he looks calm, cool and relaxed... and resists the strong temptation to stare at what he's been sorely missing...
Then, he returns his eye contact with Aretta. And with a smirky smile, "Aye. I be havin' the gold fer it. That be, if ye be, puttin' out, yer booty."
Hearing his blind companion enter, Reijo smiles inwardly, his overconfidence beaming. Watch an'lern, Blindey. Oh wait... heh!
Nolwazi scoffs in boredom as Reijo showboats with his flirtations. She is unable to recognize the magic that has just taken place.
"You be too keen-keen on dat lass boy. Dem seed no be sproutin' an growin in your head-skull eh?"
"Ah den... well, I reckon you not be dat bad. Got dem charm, sure-sure."
What the hell? Thought Bellamy to himself, expecting more of a series of slaps.
What is wrong with that girl? She's actually flirting back to Reijo! And... Nolwazi?
No-Eyes realized his mouth was hanging open in surprise.
Reijo lasciviously glances back and forth at both of the two ladies now. He's beaming at their exchange...
I be the bloody luckiest scurvy dog in th'seven seas!
"Aye. Methinks ye both be havin' dem charm fer sure." He gives each of the ladies a wink after he takes another puff, trying to return to some semblance of coming across as suave and in command.
This be th'best ov'ole Blindey's schemin's yet! Me can't waits t'rub it in in the morn. Ha!
No-Eyes pressed his ear to the hatch harder. Surely Reijo would be pullin' a slap any minute now.
With a silly grin on his face, Reijo greets his friend in a most unusual way. "Oi! Bellamy, me ole hearty! Look at the fine booty we gots t'day!" With rope wound around one shoulder, Reijo holds out an ordinary sack for Bellamy to inspect.
No-Eyes jerks back as the hatch opens and Reijo and Nowalzi come out.
"What? What did you do? How is it she didn't slap the taste out o' yer mouth?" He said, his mouth still open with astonishment at their performance.
"Reijo. Have ye gone soft fer a girl?"
He shakes his head sadly; muttering something about women...
Look at the fine booty we gots t'day!
Bellamy grinned and pointed at the eyepatches covering his eyes.
"Still blind boyo! Ye'd think ye'd remember somthing like that...""Right then. The plan. Did'je get them seeds then Reijo boy?" He asked expectantly. Absently, he takes the proffered sack from Reijo.
On mention of still being blind, a bit of confusion comes over Reijo's silly expression. "Blind? Aye, ye be blind, Bellamy." The confused brows crease further, but then release into recognition, "Blindey? Aye, Blindey be yer name prop'r... now me remembers."
Reijo then looks at the bag in Bellamy's hand with the same silly smile. "So... whatche gots there... Bellindey?"
Reijo's silly smile remains on his face. He mutters a feeble response, as if lost in a dream, "Plan... seeds... aye, the plan... the plan... what a fine lass she be..."
The sailor's eyes then focus for a brief moment as he abruptly smacks Nolwazi on her rump (!), "An ye aswell, ye saucy lass!"
No-Eyes gasps in horror at Reijo's demonstration of out-of-character spineless wimpitude.
That woman! Had t' be a spell! Or... something! Musta got Nolwazi too...
He dropped the bag as he lunged forward and grabbed Reijo's (figurative) lapels and slapped him sharply across the face.
"Reijo! Snap out of it boy! Come back t' us! Come back or we're doooooooomed!" He shouted as he shook the freebooter back and forth like a terrier with a rat. He had to get the vile-tempered son-of-a-b$%*& back before the officers killed them all!
Nolwazi jumps about six inches when Reijo violates her personal space. Almost on reflex water bursts forth from her hands and washes of Reijo.
It doesn't do much to knock him down, but it does soak him from head to to.
"Eh now, no touch-touch dis body if you know what be good for you and you! Dat woman was plain nice and plenty honey wit her words, not like dem you with you swagger an' dem face fur." she points to the white man's mustache.
"An no, don't have none of dem seeds." she practically snorts to Bellamy. Although she does look in the sack to puzzle out what the "something" is...
Reijo's silly smile is slapped, shaken, and water blasted away. In its place now stands a confused and very wet sailor. After spitting the water out of his now unlit pipe, the sailor's eyes begin to simmer. His facial expression shifts from confusion to focus. Fists clench. Brows furrow. And angering eyes target the quartermaster's shop.
He walks rather casually back into the quartermaster's shop without a word.
Eyes targeting Aretta, and a smile returns to his face. But this is not the same silly smile from moments ago. Oh no. Not Inwardly, at least... For this is the smile a predatory cat might make as it is about to pounce upon its next meal.
Still smiling, Reijo walks right up to Aretta in a non-threatening manner. And then, quite suddenly, he swiftly grabs her forearms and forces her body into his own. Holding her close, the sailor allows his redfaced rage to boil over. Mad eyes of lightning blue pierce straight through into Aretta's. Pulling her face inches away from his own, his teeth grate together as he barks in a menacing tone, "Two. Hundr'd. Bloody. Crowns. Keep it. But by Besmara's bloody oggin, yer gonna gimme me bloody money's worth." The pirate glances towards his captive's bosom and then back to her eyes, violent intentions on his mind...
Poking around in the bag, Bellamy finds the note. Running his fingers over it, he realizes what it said. Quickly he handed the bag back to Nolwazi and hurried into the quartermasters space.
"Reijo! REIJO! Break off man!" He said as he laid hands on Reijo and tried to haul him off of Aretta and out of the space.
"What, are ye gonna do Plugg's job fer him?
"We got a line on the missing now; mebbe we can save Rosie! So this has gotta wait; it ain't like she's goin' nowhere!"
The angry sailor grumbles and nearly belts Bellamy in the face for his interruption. But his shipmate's common sense begins to sink in to the man's thick skull. He pushes the thieving quartermaster away, but not before accidentally (?) copping a feel in an attempt to grab one of her daggers.
Snickering, the frowning man with a wet pipe in mouth slowly begins to walk back out the door, keeping his eyes on the charming wench the entire time.
Out in the corridor, Bellamy shows the note to Reijo.
"I donno," muttered No-Eyes to both Reijo and Nowalzi. "Might be a fancy trap fer all we know; but if there's a chance we can get 'em back, I say we take it. I'm sick of just sittin' waiting around fer them ta pick us off."
He aimed his eyeless face in his companions and raised his clenched fist.
"I say we go get 'em!"
"We be waitin' come old-grey-whiskered? Down below an' in the da' wata'." Nolwazi pauses and says softly, in a voice asking forgiveness. "Reijo, am sorry-sorry for dem rain-making. Not be liking dis hah touched wit no askim."
No-Eyes turned his head around, as if looking around for Aretta.
"Blow me down; that was uncanny. Alright let's get down t' the bilges before anything else happens."
He starts pushing and shoving his mates to get them moving.
The angry man, mouthing syllables here and there, takes a bit of time to read the note. He then clenches Bellamy's note. Staring off into the distance, he simply says "Aye."
To Nolwazi, Reijo smirks. "Ye be takin' a fancy t'me soon'r'r lat'r, ye saucy lass. Me sees it in yer sparklin' eyes."
Reijo spits after Aretta's disapearing act. "Bloody witch." He looks at Nolwazi, "No 'ffense."
Reijo takes a quick look around the empty shop for anything of worth before heading down to the bilges with his mates. "Jus' a minute, Blindey." He smirks again, "Ye don't be havin' this opp'rtun'ty too of'en now, do ye?"
"Oh fer..." Mutters Bellamy at Reijo's antics.
"Would ye jest be quick about it then? There is not a moment to lose!"
After prying Reijo loose from the empty shop, Bellamy hustles his companions down to the close confines of the bilges. There they start the search for how to get 'below' and find their friends.
No-eyes was a little concerned. Having spent a life afloat he understood that, generally speaking, the bilge was the lowest part of a ship outside of the hull, the keel and the open water.
Where could they be then?
Nolwazi joins the others in their search, laying hands on Reijo to guide his search. She casts slipstream upon the rogue, unsure of what dangers lie ahead.
"Be not knowin where below dey bilges be; maybe be 'neath dem big blue? In dem Shimyes' arms?"