you want to grab the past and tear it from your body even if it takes your organs with it. hector reyes / surgeon / fortuna
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hoensbroek-etienneâ:
âThe Curse of Atlantis,â he whistled low through his teeth, ânow THATâS a name for a pirate ship. Where is home? If you donât mind me asking.â Ătienne guessed that Hector probably would mind, but his curiosity constantly got the better of him. âIâm very interested in spiritual healing,â he replied, surprised that heâd been asked a question in return, and keen to give a suitably interesting answer. âI travelled a lot around Europe, looking for things for the university, or sometimes for other people, and often people had attached an almost divine power to these ancient objects or manuscripts, they believed that they could actually enact change in the community. Nowââ Iâm sure that most of these things were just plain old objects, but it proved my theory that if people believe in something enough it gives that thing real-world power.â He shrugged. âSo while Iâm not sure spiritual healers themselves have much going for them, peopleâs faith in them⌠now thatâs interesting.âÂ
Hector was right, he hadnât considered that the man might be well-travelled, even more so than them. In his mind he had pictured someone elderly, even frail. âChina or Asia definitely work, thanks Hector ââ I hadnât thought about it like that.â Maybe theyâd make an okay team after all.Â
"It had its moments,â Hector admitted. Joining the Cure of Atlantis had a pivotal moment of his life. In addition to being the first time he left home, he had been thrusted into a new world with its own set of norms and expectations - a stark difference from the island. He had been a big fish in a small pond before he boarded the ship. âHome is an island near the Gulf of Mexico and Caribbean sea. Itâs a popular stopping place for pirates so I guess Iâve been dealing with pirates my entire life,â he answered. While he didnât look down on the pirates who visited the island, Hector wouldnât say he ever aspired to be like them. Yet, he did feel genuine camaraderie with them when it came to the Spaniards who had claimed his home as theirs. âThatâs an interesting perspective to have,â he noted, reminding himself of his own foolish attempt to trick an alleged witch. âI agree with you, there is power in believing. Once, I gave someone valerian root to help with headaches and it worked for them which was odd since the root had no known effect on headaches. Sometimes people are so desperate to believe in something their minds will trick them into believing,â he added.Â
âItâs nothing. This isnât my first time in Nassau and doubt itâll be my last either,â he explained. Things would only be more difficult for them if they made enemies of everyone on the island. âThe less attention we draw to ourselves, the better.â
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hoensbroek-etienneâ:
âOkay, greatââ I have about a hundred questions,â he beamed, taking Hectorâs willingness to partake in small talk as a sign things were going well. âhave you always been a surgeon? If so, how did you get into it? Who taught you? Were your parents into medicines? What do you think about herbal remedies? Or spiritual healing? Whatâs the most disgusting thing youâve ever dealt with?â He paused. âActually I donât know if I really want to know about that last one.âÂ
âIâm thinking maybe we can just baffle him with some made up developmental science⌠like claim it is really popular in France, or, like, London, or somewhere, and that if he works quickly with it then he might beat the European scientists and sell his products for much more? We can just throw some Latin words at it, make it sound official.â
Given how inquisitive Etienne was, he shouldnât had been surprised by the questions that just rolled off his tongue. Were they already on his mind? Or did he just come up with them on the fly? âYes, before joining Biyu, I practiced medicine. I wouldnât say there was an a-ha moment or anything close to that for me,â he started, considering how much he wanted to share about his personal life. He doubted Etienne had a malicious bone in his body, but he was also young and naive - a recipe for disaster. âMost of what I learned came from experience and experimenting with different remedies while on the Curse of the Atlantis, but there was an old practitioner back home who taught me the fundamentals,â He paused to let the memories of his island home pass from his head first. Each day was another day he spent away from home and his homesickness only worsen. âI think herbal remedies have merit. Herbs obviously have medicinal effects and itâs sometimes easier to forge supplies than to buy them. Spiritual healing - I havenât met a spiritual healer yet so I canât say much on the topic. Itâs a case of I believe it when I see it. I canât imagine Biyu recruiting one for this voyage though. As a scholar, what are your thoughts on spiritual healing?â
âHow sure are you Mr. Rolle isnât well-traveled? I wouldnât be surprised if a man like him is talking to astronomers in London,â he asked, not to criticize Etienneâs idea but Hector preferred to be cautious when he could. âI think we should say the parts are from China or somewhere in Asia. Itâs farther away so the spread of information is slower.â
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solardvstâ:
isola opened her mouth to respond but there was nothing to say. struggling to find words at a time she wants to speak. but does she really? not at all. speaking meant that she would be a step closer to getting to know somebody and thatâs not up her alley. she would much rather not even know the guyâs name â much less the idiot theyâre carrying. once they got him at the corner and dumped him, isola followed to the bar. taking a seat with no words.
she let the silence override the two of them, even going as far as ignoring his question until the bartender was near. â rum is fine. â she finally responded, ending that strain of silence and beginning another one. what can one even say? itâs not like she plans to stick with fortuna long anyways. not once she finds her old ship. there was nothing she wanted to know that this guy might, nothing she wanted to hear. so silence it was. when the pint of rum arrived, her eyes focused on the drink in front of her. wondering if she turned her head, would he try to speak to her? now that sounds like a nightmare.Â
Hector was no stranger to silence, but he had to acknowledge she was the least talkative pirate he had met so far during his three years. Nonetheless, he didnât mind how she chose to act around him as long as it didnât affect how they work together. They were all here for specific jobs assigned by Biyu after all. Although there was things he would like to know, he assumed he would learn about them through working with her. He could only imagine the targets on the crewâs back once people found out they joined Biyu, a pirate as notorious as they came. As long as traveling with Biyu brought him closer to the witchâs locket, he had no qualms with what he expected to be an increased workload.Â
âThank you for the help,â he said, several minutes after their drinks arrived. He wondered it was even necessary to verbally acknowledge his gratitude since he already bought her a drink. Maybe, the years he spent out on the sea caused him to develop a fragment of a social bone, enough to end their shared silence even for less than a minute. He supposed they should be savoring this peace of mind; neither of them would be getting any once they left Nassau.Â
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seaingxredâ:
ricardo turned to give the bartender a smug look, âtold you it was shitty.â at this point it looked like he was just asking to start trouble (and was fine with dragging whoever was around right into the middle of it). however, he would innocently defend that he was simply enjoying the fact that he could speak so freely again without facing serious consequences. âthank fuck for that. itâd be a long week if i couldnât even get a decent drink around here.â again, he spoke loud enough for the bartender to overhear him bashing his tavern. his dark eyes followed hectorâs to the bartender again. âya know, if thatâs who youâre waiting on iâm almost positive itâd be too easy to get him to hurry it up.â okay so maybe he was looking for a fight.
Hector didnât understand why he was going out of his way to provoke the bartender, but it was none of his business how Ricardo chose to entertain himself. As long as he kept out of it, he didnât care what the man did. His headache from getting stuck in a middle of a fight involving three swabbies earlier today had finally started to go down. âIs this your first time in Nassau?â he asked curiously. To his knowledge, this island was place to go if one was in search of quality rum. âItâs a packed house,â he pointed out feeling sympathetic for the bartender, his eyes scanning the room for any familiar faces. âIâll give him fifteen minutes before I consider convincing him to hurry up,â he added with a slight edge in his voice after checking his pocket watch. His biggest pet peeve was when people wasted his time, but he rather not assume the worst of the bartender so soon.
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lsolardvstâ:
she was ready to leave the body there and move on with her life. turn around and go a different direction so she wouldnât be forced to have a âbonding experienceâ with one of the other surgeons sheâs forced to work with. but no. isola was tempted, oh so very tempted, to not help out and walk away. but, the offer of a free drink was enticing. though she hopes they could just drink in silence then. â iâll grab his feet. â she grumbled, moving to pick up the idiotic pirateâs legs. if she didnât have a heart, she might rob him. too bad. sheâs certain someone else would do that. â head towards the further corner, left. less people around that area and less likely for someone to spot him. â so, maybe she does have a bit of a heart.
"Good point,â he nodded before bending down to grab the manâs arms. Considering his terms of service technically didnât start till they left Nassau, Hector knew it wasnât his responsibility to worry about the crew yet. Though it was also hard for him to ignore old habits when it came to his former crewmates. He could only assume they all were getting into trouble tonight. With her help, moving the pirate to the corner away from the crowd was no problem. The pirate would most likely wake up with no recollection of the night.
âIs rum fine with you?â he asked, once they were back by the bar again. She didnât seem like much of a talker which he was relieved about. Hector didnât doubt the the belief a night of drinking could bring people closer, however he was more than content with just having a professional relationship with the other surgeons. While he was interested in learning from them, he didnât quite see the justification for getting to know them beyond as coworkers.Â
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One of the perks of being a pirate was the variety of food he was able to try. Even though this wasnât Hectorâs first time in Nassau, he still found himself excited to visit the street markets. Well, until he noticed a hand reached over and grabbed one of his guava duffs. âYou know the stall selling these is right there,â he pointed out to the familiar face.
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Given how large Biyuâs crew was, Hector expected to see familiar faces besides his former crewmates from the Curse of Atlantis. Contrary to what he initially, the pirate world was small. However, even he couldnât hide his shock at seeing her again, after all these years. As if he would ever forget her face. To know he would have to work alongside he-to be responsible for her wellbeing-filled him with fury. He considered himself professional enough to not allow personal grievances cloud his judgment, yet he supposed an exception could be made for Catalina. From what he observed, she was replaceable. Seeing her demoted and having to follow Biyuâs orders wasnât enough for Hector, he needed more.Â
âDonât you have work to do?â he asked coldly as he refilled his chest with the medicine and herbs he bought earlier. âOr are you going to just stand there and watch the clouds all day?â
@treasurcsâ
#c: catalina;#c: all;#( i know we still need to figure out the deets but i figure we get the ball rolling )
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highscasâ:
if there was one thing that ronan loved doing, it was annoying the daylights out of hector. having been on the curse of alantis together, the surgeon was much more seasoned in his version of a prank and an outing than most other people. it also didnât help that the man behaved like a sourpuss the large majority of the time. âiâm here to turn that scowl upside down, obviously.â he remarked, cheeky grin enunciating his words. âthink about it: women, booze, a good night before setting sail and not knowing the feel of gravel below your feet until we dock again? what more could you ask for?â
"And what about the part where you end up puking off the side of the side the next morning?â he asked drily, a rhetoric question since they both knew Ronan was no amateur. Though that didnât stop him from slipping Ronan ginger to reduce nausea sometimes. Nonetheless, Hector was familiar with the game they played each time they were at a port. Even though, tonight he was more willing than he normally was. Taking a deep breath to stall on answering, he pretended to consider the idea as if he was busy the rest of the day. âFine,â he started with a huff before he followed Ronan. âBut the first drink is on you.âÂ
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solardvstâ:
one thing that isola liked about the nightâs blade is how she didnât really have to work with anyone else. it was just her and one other, the guy who raised her. that was it. afterwards, despite how little time she had onboard the last fall, she was the sole surgeon. no one else. and now? biyu has assigned a few others to work alongside her. she canât help but think of how unsuitable they are for this life just by the looks of her new associates.Â
a headache was bound to happen. she could feel it coming, slamming itself to the side of her skull without any warnings. sheâll just keep her head down, ignoring them as best as she could â and already sheâs failed at that. isola lightly kicked the strange pirateâs shoe, a groan escaping from his lips once she made impact. yay for being alive. â heâs a fool. â she mumbled under her breath. â never met him. best we just leave him lying here, heâll wake up soon enough. âÂ
"Can you help me move him to the corner? Just to save the tavern from having to clean more than they have to,â he asked, keeping judgement out his voice. It was only their first night in Nassau and someone had already managed to overdo it. This was going to be a long voyage. His supply of mint was limited and he didnât plan on wasting it so soon especially on someone who didnât know his limits. Despite the crowd he ran with now, Hector couldnât tolerate the thought of leaving the tavern owners a mess. The man would end up with a broken nose if they left him here. âIâll buy you a drink for your help,â he added having noticed his reluctance, his pockets stuffed with his winnings from a game of darts earlier in the night.Â
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seaingxredâ:
ricardo could complain for hours about how everyone around him had a real talent for pissing him off, failing to see that his less than charming personality had the same effect on those around him. âi think thatâs just his face.â he replied before shooting a glare in the direction of the bartender. âhowever if he has something heâd like to say to me, he should just fucking say it.â his voice purposefully louder this time. and this was supposedly his best behavior. âthere is another tavern around here, right?â
"The ale here is stale anywaysâ he commented, not particularly interested in what had transpired between Ricardo and the bartender. He would have left the tavern long before a fight were to start if he wasnât avoiding some people he pissed off last night. Though, it wouldnât be a proper outing if he didnât witness at least one rum-induced brawl. âTaverns are a dime a dozen here,â he pointed out, wondering if this was why Biyu chose for the crew to meet here. As if drinking would bring a ragtag group of people together. âI stuck around because Iâm still waiting for my winnings from the dice game,â he added before glancing at the bartender.
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hoensbroek-etienneâ:
âGreat,â he nodded, kind of glad Hector was taking the lead on this. He could usually pretend he knew what he was doing for about twenty minutes, then he quickly ran out of momentum. âIâll just say nothing, promise,â he added, though he wasnât entirely sure if he could manage to keep his mouth shut in practice. He just had so many questions.Â
âIâm not sure how heâs going to respond to the offer of money,â he confirmed, âIâve got cash, but even the offer of it might offend him. He doesnât run a shop, as such, itâs more of a laboratory. Iâm hoping weâll be able to trade with him. Iâve brought some mechanical bits and pieces from the university that a friend of mine was working on. Hopefully Rolle will be tempted by something⌠failing that? Flattery and stacks of cash.âÂ
"If you have any questions, I can try to answer them now. Weâll be walking for some time. According to the tavern owner, the apothecary is on the other side of the island,â he offered, recognizing the curiosity in his eyes. While he wasnât a fan of small talk, he decided to humor Etienne who reminded him more and more of a puppy each second. Talking about his work was easy. A tad impersonal of him, though he argued his knowledge and skill was who he was. It was the only part of him that hadnât become twisted.Â
Masking his interest at the mention of university with indifference, Hector nodded along as Etienne shared what he knew about Mr. Rolle. Every island seemed to have someone who strived to be as eccentric as possible. âMechanical scraps might work. It sounds like heâs passionate about learning, so maybe one of the parts will interest or aid in his work,â he said. âIf not, weâll make him believe they will.â
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"Did you just piss off the bartender?,â he asked the man, noticing how he looked after talking to Ricardo. With the week they had on the island, he had done his own read up on the new crew. Naturally, he was weary of anyone who worked for the Royal Navy. Though he expected there was more to the story if he wanted to bother. With the upcoming weeks of travel approaching, he wanted nothing more than to enjoy his share of rum. Thankfully, the island was packed with taverns to choose from.Â
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Hector didnât need to turn around to know who had just wrapped his arm around his shoulders. One could say he developed a second sense when it came to Ronan who remained the biggest pest he knew. Words couldnât describe how he felt when he saw again on the deck of the Fortuna. âAlright, Iâll bite. What do you want?â he asked, acknowledging the fact he was free for the rest of today. Whatever business Biyu had here surely didnât require them to be here for a week, right? Not that he would ever tell Ronan he was bored - that was a recipe for disaster. Â
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Hector supposed the number of surgeons on the ship was a testament to Captain Bijuâs reputation. He had met ships without a single crew member who knew how to treat wounds, but given the uncertainty of the task at hand he presumed it was better to be prepared. Nonetheless, he was interested in meeting the group of people he would be closely working with, more so he was curious on what he could learn from them.Â
However, he hadnât expected to meet one of them so soon nor the circumstances they found themselves in. He looked down at his new crewmate who was lying unconscious on the floor of the tavern. A pirate who couldnât hold his rum? Anything was possible he guessed. âDo you know him?â he asked her.Â
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The sound of swords clanging against each other rang in the empty field. Holding the cutlass, he quickly dodged her thrust and slashed upward. From the start, Hector had to catch up to the rest of the crew on the Curse of Atlantis - a lesson he learned after a bloody ambush by a rival crew his first week on the ship. Before he had to practice a defensive style to dodge and block Luciaâs jabs, now Hector had started to counter her attacks with mutual vigor. Though he still had a long way to go before besting the woman who had several years of experience under her belt. âYield,â he said, a sheen of sweat covering his face as she held a sword against his throat.
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hoensbroek-etienneâ:
âWhere to first then?â He enquired, quite keen to hover outside the apothecary himself â he bet it would be more exciting than the ones tucked away at home in Limburg. âIâm very interested in witchcraft, and apothecaries are brilliant places to start those kinds of conversations. People tend to be quite spiritual,â he paused, suddenly realising that Hector hadnât actually invited him along on that part of the trip. âOr⌠I can actually just stand outside. And be completely silent,â he corrected himself with a slightly apologetic smile.Â
âI wish I knew what kind of eccentric this guy is, but I couldnât get much information out of the people at the tavern Iâm staying at. They did try and warn me off coming â apparently he doesnât take kindly to strangers.âÂ
âLetâs go to the apothecary first. The people who run them tend to be predictable unlike this Mr. Rolle,â Hector decided. Regardless of what kind person Mr. Rolle was, medical supplies were vital and he couldnât risk leaving the port without having a stocked inventory. In addition, he didnât know what to make of the new people he was expected to work with. Besides, shouldnât a navigator already come with a telescope? âNo, you can come in if you want. Iâm not the owner of the place,â he pointed out, choosing to ignore his interest in witchcraft. The memory of his deal with the witch hung over his head, almost like a noose. While he still doubted in the existence of magic, he wasnât going to risk inflicting misfortune upon himself of the rest of the crew. âJust be careful about what you ask them,â he added.Â
In attempt to be respectful of his title, Hector tried to refrain from calling his companion a child, but his naivety was as clear as day. âOf course, he doesnât. Iâm guessing he also doesnât accept money for his goods either, right?â he asked evenly. It wouldnât be the first time he dealt with a stubborn merchant, but Hector preferred to avoid causing trouble when he could- a challenge given his new occupation.Â
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safiiyesâ:
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a hand slammed down against the table, or was it a head? her fingers wrapped around her glass, shifting it slightly to the right as to save it from spilling out onto the ground as two rather rugged pirates continued to brawl within the tavern. a brow raised ever so slightly the young woman turned towards whomever stood nearest to her, â do you think theyâll ever get bored of bashing each otherâs skulls in? âÂ
âWhy would they? They have nothing else to do while weâre still dockedâ he shrugged, his attention focused on his own drink. He had assumed they were departing immediately once the ship was stocked. Though he supposed the week would give him a better change to learn more about his new crewmates. âThose men arenât part of the new crew right?â he asked, more than familiar with trending injuries from tavern brawls from his time on the Curse of Atlantis.Â
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