Date: 2013-11-17 12:01 pm (UTC)
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"Looks like we have a jester aboard," Edward said, with a grin that was all teeth and no smile, to a murmur of uneasy chuckles from his men. "This is the Jackdaw, mate, and you won't be crawling around it much longer unless you tell me what you are and where you came from."

Date: 2013-11-17 12:23 pm (UTC)
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Edward remembered a particularly odd-looking rock in amongst the chests, but... an egg? Madness. While he considered that, when the dragon began to pick at the rope, his holder gave it a sharp tug to stop. They weren't taking their chances.

"Too right you aren't. Crocodiles don't have speech." He studied him for a long moment, pacing the deck and fingering his pistol, then looked up at his crew. "What do you think, gentleman? Why not proceed as we did before, sell it to the highest bidder? We'd make a greater fortune than any old shiny rock would have brought us."

Still the reaction was mixed -- unease spread with cheers. Some wanted the dragon put to the sword immediately, others more of a mind of their captain's brand of recklessness were more willing to take the risk until they made it to port.

Perhaps more importantly, Edward could tell the Assassins about its existence, but why bother? They had little coin to offer, much less than the Spanish or British would be willing to offer up for it.

Date: 2013-11-17 03:13 pm (UTC)
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Another dangerously toothy grin. "And let my prize get away? I reckon not. Tie it to the mainmast, men. I want a cage prepared in the brig, and someone get it some food, before it decides to make you dinner."

Those orders given, he swaggered back up to the quarterdeck to take the wheel, as one of the sailors lashed the dragonet's makeshift leash to the mast. Two men stood by, hands to pistols should the dragon prove violent, while others disappeared below deck. As Edward took the wheel, the dragonet might have been able to make out snatches of his conversation with Adewale, who voiced disapproval of this whole plan, that keeping such a thing on board -- and selling it like common cattle -- was madness, and that he was endangering the whole crew.

Of course, as usual, Edward paid little heed to his quartermaster's advice. His plan was a good one: if it would make them all rich, what did it matter of the consequences? Within a few days the dragon would be sold off in some port, and he would be set for life. The rest would be someone else's problem.

Date: 2013-11-17 11:07 pm (UTC)
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As the dragon burst out of the sea and onto the deck with a shark in its mouth like some manner of sea monster, Edward had to bellow once again for his crew to hold their fire. Then, swearing under his breath, he crossed down the deck again, staring at the dragon with an odd mix of being irritated and impressed. "You caught this on your own?"

Maybe Ade was right, and they shouldn't sell the dragon. It would save a lot of the dangers of harpooning with a dragon to catch things for them. Not least to think of the benefits of having a dragon help attack and sink ships...

But a dragon also meant competition with something much bigger and more powerful than them, opposed to the immediate profit of selling it. The idea was dismissed.

"And why," Edward said, crouching low to put them at an eye level, with an air of mock civility, "shouldn't I lock you up? Chances are you'll fly off that the first sight of land and never come back."

Date: 2013-11-18 12:01 am (UTC)
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Slowly, Edward grinned, and this time it was less hostile. "You crafty little bastard. If we get you a bit bigger and stronger, that just might work."

Chances are Adewale would object to that, too, as madness, but what did he care? If the dragon thought it could be done, he'd be willing to take his chances. Scam the whole West Indies, keep it secret from the Assassins and Templars for as long as possible, and get rich fast enough to escape with no trail. That idea was appealing.

"What should we call you, then, dragon?" Considering it was so young and yet already capable of speech, he had no idea whether or not it would have a name.

Date: 2013-11-18 10:52 am (UTC)
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That birdlike mannerism, coupled with the black scales and love of treasure made Edward think that perhaps here was a creature that might have suited the name jackdaw as much as his brig. He pondered the question for a few seconds more, racking his brain for other black-feathered birds, birds of prey, seabirds...

"Razorbill. How's that for a dragon with a fine set of teeth like yours? Especially one so suited to the water." He patted the dragon's bloody muzzle as if it were a dog more than anything. Perhaps he was testing the limits to just how safe this dragon was to be around, but nonetheless, he needed to take that risk if the thing was to stay aboard the ship.

...That, and Thatch had taught him rash acts of madness were a good way to inspire loyalty in a crew.

Date: 2013-11-19 02:24 pm (UTC)
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Edward gave his newly-christened dragon a few more pats, then straightened back to his full height. "No getting underfoot of the crew, all right? And throw your food overboard when you're done. I won't have my ship stinking of dead fish."

With that he went back to the wheel with the cheerfulness of a man ready to make his fortune, and they made for the nearest port.

It was British, which meant no risk of bumping into anyone expecting stolen Spanish cargo. It also made trade negotiations easier than relying on Edward's meagre Spanish to explain that yes, it was a dragon, and yes, he'd only be willing to part with such a thing for a grand sum. The traders were equal parts astonished and competing to buy such an amazing creature. Razorbill, for his part, was kept shacked with a metal collar and chain around his neck, but they'd purposefully weakened some of the links beforehand so the hatchling would be able to break free at the first opportunity.

And if he didn't, well. Edward had the money as he'd planned all along -- it made no difference to him.

After more trading the Jackdaw hastily left port, but the brig remained close to land so Razorbill would have little difficulty finding them. Edward kept his spyglass trained to the sky, checking every half hour or so for any sign the hatchling had made a successful getaway...

Date: 2013-11-26 09:06 pm (UTC)
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"Aye, and we've a chest full of gold to show for it, don't we lads?" Edward turned from the wheel to regard the dragon as he landed, then flashed a grin to the crew. Of course, a large cut of it would be going to him, but split between all the Jackdaw, this catch was more than most men had earned in years of privateering or menial work.

Then he noticed the crate and the tray of jewellery the dragon had brought with him. "Jesus, Razorbill! What's all that?" More treasure? In all his years as a pirate, this had to be one of his best swindles yet.

Date: 2015-02-18 10:18 pm (UTC)
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Edward crouched down and rifled through the tray, his face splitting into a hungry grin. He examined rings, womens' bracelets, and finding a gaudy jewel encrusted amulet, he promptly put it around his neck with a smug, "How do I look?"

Ridiculous was the most likely consensus, but it wasn't like the crew were going to tell him that when they had an eye on getting pieces of the jewellery for themselves.

When Razorbill pulled the books out, Edward paused in his scavenging long enough to give him a baffled look. "Can you read those bland things? Or is it that they're valuable?"

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