James flashed a devilish grin at Richelle, 'Har-arrgh me poppet, whilst I enjoy the blessings of the Laird, I fear he would prefer I saunter about in me own clothes." Dancing a queer little jig, James spun and hopped down the steps to the lower cabins, sure to find his clothes, most likely in the First Mates quarters.
It had been a hard two years, and even though he almost lost all, he felt terrible for the mates that had rescued him. Surely they could have found a much better way to spend a lazy day such as this had been. Finding his clothes he dressed slowly, his mind going back to the messmates that stood upon the decks. A grim determination spread across his lips, he was good, lucky. He would find a way to repay all of them, and that meant somewhere, somehow the Laird would bless him with an inch fer treasure.
Closing his eyes, the gentle sway of the ship under his feet felt good, as if his life had been restored. The screams and cries from the gaol, the horror of hearing the tortures conducted by order of the King. James slumped slightly against the bulkhead.
After a moment he stood and looked down at the last thing Richelle had placed among the clothes. A worn and tattered tricorn hat. Looking at it, the creases worn and edges tattered. The remains of a great blue feather on the left side. Exhaling as he placed the hat upon his head he felt the life course through him again. He was here, aboard a ship, ready to sail. Lucky Jimmy. James Thomas McLeod, apparently the most feared pirate to sail against the crown of King George.
James began to sing as he started up the steps to the sunlit deck of the Fledging, and another adventure.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho."
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by Angel_Melfina on Tue Apr 01, 2008 5:16 am
"Help you take a...-"
At that moment, guards began pouring onto the docks from every gate, pathway, and door coming from the middle of town, flooding towards them like the rushing of roaring water after a dam has failed. Their heavy boots shook the frail planks that separated her and her new friend from the calm waters of the sea below. Madeline almost had to grab onto the railing behind her to brace herself. The crimson sea of men in coats were not slowing down, and they were coming right at the pair.
It finally hit her: the commotion earlier. They must be after anyone that looked anything remotely like a pirate. Unfortunately for Madeline, she was in her pirate garb today to commemorate the events that were supposed to take place. In an instant, the young carrot top forged a plan of escape. She grabbed Markus' arm and stretched it over her shoulders, dragging him to the soggy deck of the nearest boat. She kicked away the plank that connected the boat to the dock, stepping to the controls of the ship after hearing the satisfying splash in the water below.
Finally, all her reading and observing was going to be put to good use. She put Markus on the task of pulling up the small ship's anchor, while she began tinkering with the wheel of the ship. Once Madeline got the signal from her partner, she steered the ship away from the docks and into the tame water beyond them. Adrenaline surged through Madeline's veins. The craving for adventure she'd had most of her life was finally being quenched, even if just in this small endeavor. It was no longer a story in a book, or gossip from the mouths of the drunkards in the bar she frequently sneaked into: this was really happening!
"There's another port in this town," she said after a few moments of silence, looking back to Markus who had perched himself on the railing of the ship. "It's just around the other side of the peninsula. I'll steer the ship there, where I can hopefully jump off without getting caught, and you can do what you will with it." She turned back to the face the wheel. Just as she was turning, she noticed a bird sitting on the railing just a few feet up from Markus. She realized that it has squawked something before, but was too in-the-moment to notice it. What harm could a bird do? She turned back to the wheel, a smile stretching across her face.
Suppressing a giggle, Madeline's knuckles turned white while she clenched the wheel, her face flushed with excitement as she manned a ship for the first time. She suddenly had the urge to steer out into the great beyond that lay before her, sailing off with no regrets, just as in her dreams.
At that moment, guards began pouring onto the docks from every gate, pathway, and door coming from the middle of town, flooding towards them like the rushing of roaring water after a dam has failed. Their heavy boots shook the frail planks that separated her and her new friend from the calm waters of the sea below. Madeline almost had to grab onto the railing behind her to brace herself. The crimson sea of men in coats were not slowing down, and they were coming right at the pair.
It finally hit her: the commotion earlier. They must be after anyone that looked anything remotely like a pirate. Unfortunately for Madeline, she was in her pirate garb today to commemorate the events that were supposed to take place. In an instant, the young carrot top forged a plan of escape. She grabbed Markus' arm and stretched it over her shoulders, dragging him to the soggy deck of the nearest boat. She kicked away the plank that connected the boat to the dock, stepping to the controls of the ship after hearing the satisfying splash in the water below.
Finally, all her reading and observing was going to be put to good use. She put Markus on the task of pulling up the small ship's anchor, while she began tinkering with the wheel of the ship. Once Madeline got the signal from her partner, she steered the ship away from the docks and into the tame water beyond them. Adrenaline surged through Madeline's veins. The craving for adventure she'd had most of her life was finally being quenched, even if just in this small endeavor. It was no longer a story in a book, or gossip from the mouths of the drunkards in the bar she frequently sneaked into: this was really happening!
"There's another port in this town," she said after a few moments of silence, looking back to Markus who had perched himself on the railing of the ship. "It's just around the other side of the peninsula. I'll steer the ship there, where I can hopefully jump off without getting caught, and you can do what you will with it." She turned back to the face the wheel. Just as she was turning, she noticed a bird sitting on the railing just a few feet up from Markus. She realized that it has squawked something before, but was too in-the-moment to notice it. What harm could a bird do? She turned back to the wheel, a smile stretching across her face.
Suppressing a giggle, Madeline's knuckles turned white while she clenched the wheel, her face flushed with excitement as she manned a ship for the first time. She suddenly had the urge to steer out into the great beyond that lay before her, sailing off with no regrets, just as in her dreams.
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Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by Irish Wolf on Tue Apr 01, 2008 7:43 am
Raff grinned and bowed. "Then I am at your command Elizabeth Darson" he said, straighting up "What our your orders?" He stood there, thumbs tucked into his orange sash, green infantry coat unbuttoned and open, the green caubeen was sitting at an odd angle on his head. He was still grinning and flexed his toes, enjoying the freedom from the boots.
That kiss was sticking in Raff's mind. He wouldn't mind doing that again. He had enjoy the company of bonnie lassies during his year and a half of roaming and making war in Ireland but none had that little spark he felt when Elizabeth. Kissing them hadn't tasted as sweet either.
That kiss was sticking in Raff's mind. He wouldn't mind doing that again. He had enjoy the company of bonnie lassies during his year and a half of roaming and making war in Ireland but none had that little spark he felt when Elizabeth. Kissing them hadn't tasted as sweet either.
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by Vexar on Tue Apr 01, 2008 8:39 am
He heard it coming. Strife quickly turned around, his one eye had been adjusted to the darkness. He wasn't sure exactly what the commotion was. Something cold entered his chest. It didn't hurt, it was just cold. To match that cold, something hot poured down his chest. He looked forward, the heat of his breath against the woman's face. "What...Is...This?"
The heat rolled through his clothing, slowly down his legs. It trickled down his boots. He could see a dark puddle forming at his feet. He looked forward. He smiled softly at his killer. "At least.. I made it aboard." His body gave up on his mind. His heart slowed. It caused the blood to pour instead of pulse. He slouched down. He'd never see the ship set sail. He didn't know why. Strife was content with this, death on a true pirate ship.
He slumped over on the girl who attacked him. He was dead. She, was a murderer.
The heat rolled through his clothing, slowly down his legs. It trickled down his boots. He could see a dark puddle forming at his feet. He looked forward. He smiled softly at his killer. "At least.. I made it aboard." His body gave up on his mind. His heart slowed. It caused the blood to pour instead of pulse. He slouched down. He'd never see the ship set sail. He didn't know why. Strife was content with this, death on a true pirate ship.
He slumped over on the girl who attacked him. He was dead. She, was a murderer.
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by NewArthur on Tue Apr 01, 2008 9:30 am
Markus leaned against the rail and watched as the red coats ran down the dock after them some were manning small row boats but with the speed they got on then most capsized. Markus gave small chuckle at this, before turning to Madeline and was about to say something when he to noticed the parrot,
"Were the eck did that come from?" He startled, though being a pirate, Markus always had a fear of birds which was strange, and he stumbled away from were it perched till he came to what seemed like a good distance enough away, drawing one of his throwing knifes at the same time.
"You keep that thing away from me, or we will have parrot for supper" Markus spoke to Madeline, backing further back his wooden leg making a strange clumping noise with the deck as he moved further away.
In the short time Markus had Known Madeline, he had taken a shine to her, a girl with a bright head, who knew how to look out for danger. who seemed to have that air of adventure about her, that needed to be quenched.
"Madeline, you ever thought about setting off to adventure" He spoke alway keeping his eyes on the parrot "If so would you like to join the crew of the fledging if we find it?"
"Were the eck did that come from?" He startled, though being a pirate, Markus always had a fear of birds which was strange, and he stumbled away from were it perched till he came to what seemed like a good distance enough away, drawing one of his throwing knifes at the same time.
"You keep that thing away from me, or we will have parrot for supper" Markus spoke to Madeline, backing further back his wooden leg making a strange clumping noise with the deck as he moved further away.
In the short time Markus had Known Madeline, he had taken a shine to her, a girl with a bright head, who knew how to look out for danger. who seemed to have that air of adventure about her, that needed to be quenched.
"Madeline, you ever thought about setting off to adventure" He spoke alway keeping his eyes on the parrot "If so would you like to join the crew of the fledging if we find it?"
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Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by Hallik on Tue Apr 01, 2008 11:52 am
"Elijah! Waaaaaaak! Elijah, Red coats!" the parrot said and gave a whistle to Madeline. Once Madeline kicked the gangplank the parrot went crazy, flapping it's wings and flying to Madeline sitting on her head. "Wait for the cook! Rwaaaaaaaak!"
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Elijah slowly started to loose breath, he had already made it to the dock but the guards did also. While shoving people out of his way he finally made it to the water. A docked ship, so close but yet so far. He could hear his parrot going a-wall on someone but that didn't matter, how was he going to get on board?!
"No where to go now you little sea rat!" said a guard, Elijah turned around and saw a larger number of guards than before. Each guard brandished their weapons, some wielding pistols aim directly at Elijah's heart. "Any last words?" said one. Elijah looked at him, with a disgusted look on his face.
He gave a whistle and and opened his arms and fell backwards into the water.
***
The whistle reached to the top of the boat and the parrot stopped what he was doing and started to repeat the same phrase over and over again.
"Cast out a line! Rwaaak! Cast a line!"
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Elijah slowly started to loose breath, he had already made it to the dock but the guards did also. While shoving people out of his way he finally made it to the water. A docked ship, so close but yet so far. He could hear his parrot going a-wall on someone but that didn't matter, how was he going to get on board?!
"No where to go now you little sea rat!" said a guard, Elijah turned around and saw a larger number of guards than before. Each guard brandished their weapons, some wielding pistols aim directly at Elijah's heart. "Any last words?" said one. Elijah looked at him, with a disgusted look on his face.
He gave a whistle and and opened his arms and fell backwards into the water.
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The whistle reached to the top of the boat and the parrot stopped what he was doing and started to repeat the same phrase over and over again.
"Cast out a line! Rwaaak! Cast a line!"
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Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by Angel_Melfina on Tue Apr 01, 2008 2:25 pm
Madeline turned around at Markus' outburst, giggling a little at his reaction to the bird on the railing. She watched him unsheathe one of his knives, brandishing it carefully in his hand, ready to strike the fowl at any moment.
"I assure you, the bird will surely keep its distance. 'Tis only a parrot." She laughed again as Markus hobbled backwards, increasing the distance between him and the squawking parrot. Madeline made her way to the side of the ship by the parrot and picked up the fishing net that was laying across the deck. Almost as if on instinct, she threw it over the side to the boy that had fallen into the water, mindlessly motioning for him to grab the net as she pondered about what Markus had just asked her.
Adventure? she thought. She had dreamed of adventure her entire life, drowning herself in stories, gossip, and first-hand views of the ocean, carrying ships in and out of the bay hourly. The ships brought in goods, both legal and illegal, and brought in all kinds of people, from nobility to slaves. Madeline loves to create stories for each person she sees, fabricating reasons for why they might be docking at this specific port. Some of them were simply trying to escape to a place with more political standing. Others were running for their lives, looking for a nice town to settle down in and change their names.
"The Fledgling?" she asked, finally snapping back to reality. "Me? Join the infamous crew of...the Fledgling?" Madeline hung her mouth open in total shock, not able to believe what she was hearing. It finally dawned on her. That is where 'Lucky' James and the others were headed! The Fledgling must be at the other port.
"Markus! Pull that boy out of the water. I'll get us on the fastest course I can to the other port!" She turned from the side of the boat and yanked on the rope that held the small sail dormant. It released with a crack and flew open, the wind propelling the small ship towards it's destination.
"I assure you, the bird will surely keep its distance. 'Tis only a parrot." She laughed again as Markus hobbled backwards, increasing the distance between him and the squawking parrot. Madeline made her way to the side of the ship by the parrot and picked up the fishing net that was laying across the deck. Almost as if on instinct, she threw it over the side to the boy that had fallen into the water, mindlessly motioning for him to grab the net as she pondered about what Markus had just asked her.
Adventure? she thought. She had dreamed of adventure her entire life, drowning herself in stories, gossip, and first-hand views of the ocean, carrying ships in and out of the bay hourly. The ships brought in goods, both legal and illegal, and brought in all kinds of people, from nobility to slaves. Madeline loves to create stories for each person she sees, fabricating reasons for why they might be docking at this specific port. Some of them were simply trying to escape to a place with more political standing. Others were running for their lives, looking for a nice town to settle down in and change their names.
"The Fledgling?" she asked, finally snapping back to reality. "Me? Join the infamous crew of...the Fledgling?" Madeline hung her mouth open in total shock, not able to believe what she was hearing. It finally dawned on her. That is where 'Lucky' James and the others were headed! The Fledgling must be at the other port.
"Markus! Pull that boy out of the water. I'll get us on the fastest course I can to the other port!" She turned from the side of the boat and yanked on the rope that held the small sail dormant. It released with a crack and flew open, the wind propelling the small ship towards it's destination.
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by Jadeling Hawkins on Tue Apr 01, 2008 8:46 pm
The craft carrying Madeline, Markus, Elijah and the bird went along smoothly...but did not appear to be going anywhere specific. Right as it might have been worth noting, however, another small boat drifted over towards them. There was a white flag, a symbol of peaceful intentions, wavering weakly on the small flag pole in the too-strong breeze. But the size of the craft and the whimpery flag were no way to judge their owner...for the man inside the boat was a mountainous male, his shoulders broad and brawny and his hands like two rough sledges. He had brilliant blue eyes and rich brown hair, and a thick beard upon his massive jaw. He waved one tree-like arm towards the boat that Madeline and the others had borrowed for themselves, but did not speak until they were right up close to one another. His voice was booming, even though he was apparently using a normal tone.
"Ye must be Markus. Richelle told me ye'd likely be later than the rest, so here I be ta guide yer t'wards the bonnie Fledgling." The man doffed his beaten cap, a grin blooming from beneath his beard. "Mark Oaken, at y'service!"
.......
Richelle grinned a remarkably bright grin as she saw James, for the first time in two years, in all his scruffy glory. She laughed and performed a quick jig, ending with a flourishing curtsy towards the nearly-executed pirate. "Aye, an' all hail to the greatest of all, King James of the Seven Golden Cities!"
Then, as she straightened, one of the newer crew stumbled on his awkward, ungained sea legs. He bumped into her, and she in turn stumbled, dropping the scepter that had completed her nobleman's disguise so well. The two of them paused, watching as the staff tumbled to the ground at just the wrong angle...and cracked. It split in half, at an apparently hollow wooden middle section. The crew mate bit down hard on his lip, looking to Richelle as though concerned for a flogging. Richelle blushed, rubbing the back of her neck and clapping the lad on the shoulder. She laughed. "No worries, mate, 'tis me own clumsiness!"
The crew mate hustled off, mumbling a thousand apologies. Richelle stepped over and picked up the broken halves of the staff. She frowned to herself, looking to see if it could be repaired...and her frown deepened. She grasped the edge of something papery sticking out of one of the halves, gently tugging it loose. She unfolded the rolled up parchment, her brow furrowing as she looked at its face. "What be this?"
"Ye must be Markus. Richelle told me ye'd likely be later than the rest, so here I be ta guide yer t'wards the bonnie Fledgling." The man doffed his beaten cap, a grin blooming from beneath his beard. "Mark Oaken, at y'service!"
.......
Richelle grinned a remarkably bright grin as she saw James, for the first time in two years, in all his scruffy glory. She laughed and performed a quick jig, ending with a flourishing curtsy towards the nearly-executed pirate. "Aye, an' all hail to the greatest of all, King James of the Seven Golden Cities!"
Then, as she straightened, one of the newer crew stumbled on his awkward, ungained sea legs. He bumped into her, and she in turn stumbled, dropping the scepter that had completed her nobleman's disguise so well. The two of them paused, watching as the staff tumbled to the ground at just the wrong angle...and cracked. It split in half, at an apparently hollow wooden middle section. The crew mate bit down hard on his lip, looking to Richelle as though concerned for a flogging. Richelle blushed, rubbing the back of her neck and clapping the lad on the shoulder. She laughed. "No worries, mate, 'tis me own clumsiness!"
The crew mate hustled off, mumbling a thousand apologies. Richelle stepped over and picked up the broken halves of the staff. She frowned to herself, looking to see if it could be repaired...and her frown deepened. She grasped the edge of something papery sticking out of one of the halves, gently tugging it loose. She unfolded the rolled up parchment, her brow furrowing as she looked at its face. "What be this?"
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Elizabeth glanced at Sheltie, smiling warmly.
"Aye, tha' be a grand idea lass. I feel we should be a-movin' righ' along any time now; we just be waitin' on a few o' the crew who were expected ter be a tad la'er then ther rest see? If ye' wish or have the need of a spy-glass there be one in my cabin, on one of t'e shelves down there. Ye run down an' get it if yer ever be in need, unless yer have yer own."
Elizabeth turned back to Raff, supressing her smile.
"What are me orders, Raff?" Elizabeth paused, the temptation to state that his orders were... Elizabeths mind drifted back to the kiss which she had been deprived of returning; and she shook the un-captain and un-Elizabeth-like thought away.
"Yer orders, Raff, are that of the ones yer had two years ago, m'd'ar. Ye'll be findin' most of yer gunnin' crew is still with us, with one or two new additions." Elizabeth pursed her lips, it was highly drawing to have him sit down for a game of cards, like they did once upon a time. The longing to learn of what he'd been doing for the past two years was great; but it could, it would wait.
"I be gettin' the feelin' there will be bein a meetin' among the masters la'a this evenin', when we be on our way." She added. "So don' be keepin' yerself too busy."
Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by tigerz-peace on Tue Apr 01, 2008 10:36 pm
"Cap'n?" she asked slowly, her index finger tapping her temple with a shaky finger. "Bein' tha' the Red Coats are followin' us, might they be searchin' this port soon, here? I could watch fer 'em from the crows nest and shout a warnin' if'n I see 'em," she offered as Eko bobbed his head and made a rasping sound, sounding eerily like laughter.
Elizabeth glanced at Sheltie, smiling warmly.
"Aye, tha' be a grand idea lass. I feel we should be a-movin' righ' along any time now; we just be waitin' on a few o' the crew who were expected ter be a tad la'er then ther rest see? If ye' wish or have the need of a spy-glass there be one in my cabin, on one of t'e shelves down there. Ye run down an' get it if yer ever be in need, unless yer have yer own."
Elizabeth turned back to Raff, supressing her smile.
"What are me orders, Raff?" Elizabeth paused, the temptation to state that his orders were... Elizabeths mind drifted back to the kiss which she had been deprived of returning; and she shook the un-captain and un-Elizabeth-like thought away.
"Yer orders, Raff, are that of the ones yer had two years ago, m'd'ar. Ye'll be findin' most of yer gunnin' crew is still with us, with one or two new additions." Elizabeth pursed her lips, it was highly drawing to have him sit down for a game of cards, like they did once upon a time. The longing to learn of what he'd been doing for the past two years was great; but it could, it would wait.
"I be gettin' the feelin' there will be bein a meetin' among the masters la'a this evenin', when we be on our way." She added. "So don' be keepin' yerself too busy."
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Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by Irish Wolf on Tue Apr 01, 2008 10:53 pm
"Aye aye captain" said Raff with a grin, "It'll be me pleasure to join ye then." He then bent down and scooped up the pair of army boots and tucked them under his arm. Raff never wanted to wear the damn things again but knew if her returned to his homeland, he would have to once again, look the part of a general.
Raff walked down below decks and to the cabin he had occupied on his last journey aboard the Fledgling. The small cabin was bare save for a hammock when Raff walked in and closed the door. A lock seemed to have been added over the two years. After placing the boot in the fare left corner, Raff undid his sword belt and took his pistols from his sash. He placed them on the floor under the hammock and laid down to rest a little, swinging with the sway of the ship. He would go soon to check the ships guns and small arms.
Raff walked down below decks and to the cabin he had occupied on his last journey aboard the Fledgling. The small cabin was bare save for a hammock when Raff walked in and closed the door. A lock seemed to have been added over the two years. After placing the boot in the fare left corner, Raff undid his sword belt and took his pistols from his sash. He placed them on the floor under the hammock and laid down to rest a little, swinging with the sway of the ship. He would go soon to check the ships guns and small arms.
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by SpringTimeFox on Wed Apr 02, 2008 5:20 am
Sheltie smiled nervously, nodding to the captain. She reached into her coat, pulling out a shiny brass looking glass, showing it to the captain briefly before scampering to the mast. As her right hand grasped the rope ladder to the crow's nest, Eko flapped his wings, lifting off from her shoulder. The bird knew all too well where they were going and wasn't afraid to show off his ability to fly. Sheltie shook her head, climbing hand over hand to the crow's nest. The deck fell rapidly behind, leaving the young woman high in the air with a dangerous fall, should she slip.
Securing her position in the small basket that was considered a crow's nest, she leaned her back against the mast. Eko sat on the lip of the crow's nest, his feathers ruffled from the slight breeze. Sheltie flicked the spyglass out, putting it to her eye. In the distance on the sea, several merchant ships sailed towards them. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she turned her focus to the land in the south, watching several Red Coats walk through the town. Chances were, they weren't aware of the great escape, judging by their calm walk. Sheltie shifted her attention to the sea again and noticed a ship that looked to be sailing nowhere in particular. It seemed to be hugging the shorelines. Deciding to keep an eye on it, the woman closed her spyglass against her hand and sighed heavily.
Securing her position in the small basket that was considered a crow's nest, she leaned her back against the mast. Eko sat on the lip of the crow's nest, his feathers ruffled from the slight breeze. Sheltie flicked the spyglass out, putting it to her eye. In the distance on the sea, several merchant ships sailed towards them. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she turned her focus to the land in the south, watching several Red Coats walk through the town. Chances were, they weren't aware of the great escape, judging by their calm walk. Sheltie shifted her attention to the sea again and noticed a ship that looked to be sailing nowhere in particular. It seemed to be hugging the shorelines. Deciding to keep an eye on it, the woman closed her spyglass against her hand and sighed heavily.
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Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by Walter Barrecks on Wed Apr 02, 2008 8:17 am
"Loot..?... oh yah.. tha goolldd... Weell, Aye didn't get much o' thon... Jus enough ta finance mae habits.." No beard chuckled along with the thoughts of how he lost his money. It was almost reminiscent of how he became part of the crew. " Too bad Aye was a wee bit distracted by tha folks thon Aye kept around... You remember when Aye kept returnin' ev'ry month... each time Aye wasted half mae current stash. Aye'm sure thon some stories arr left untold, but others arr worth a couple laughs..."
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William took a swig of the rum and tried to recall some incidents. " Let's see.. Oh.. 'ow 'bout tha time Aye made a smugglin' run ta London... oh those bastards chased mae across town, an' all tha way ta port... it all started..
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"An' then tha musket ball cut tha rope on mae britches, an' Aye had ta steal a ship with mae bits exposed.. Aye say thon helped since they looked awayq1...
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William took a swig of the rum and tried to recall some incidents. " Let's see.. Oh.. 'ow 'bout tha time Aye made a smugglin' run ta London... oh those bastards chased mae across town, an' all tha way ta port... it all started..
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"An' then tha musket ball cut tha rope on mae britches, an' Aye had ta steal a ship with mae bits exposed.. Aye say thon helped since they looked awayq1...
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Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by Myrin on Wed Apr 02, 2008 9:58 am
She stared at him as her knife punctured his chest; the moon’s light slowly creeping in the darkened hall through on of the high windows. “What…is….this?” He said, shocked at the sudden attack. She could feel the blood flowing around her hands as the light hit his face.
Her narrowed eyes softened before widening in shock, her hands shook a bit. The boy smiled at her, “At least… I made it aboard.” He said with no remorse. A small grunt escaped him at the same time his life went. He fell into her arms, causing Maya to fall back and stumble into the barrels she was hiding behind earlier.
They banged against the wall and fell to the ground, causing noise that was loud enough for anyone near by to hear. She struggled with the weight of the dead boy on her, a small bruise forming along her chest from where the handle of her knife hit her which was still in the boy.
Hurriedly Maya attempted to remove it, the blood on her hands making her grip slippery, before giving up and pushing him off. She stared at his face; taking his eye patch and holding it close she silently prayed for his soul.
Even though he was English, he appeared to be the same age as her older brother and even looked like him. The resemblance was startling, or unreal. She waited, for some reason it was as though she were stuck at her position, unable or unwilling to move she didn’t know.
Her narrowed eyes softened before widening in shock, her hands shook a bit. The boy smiled at her, “At least… I made it aboard.” He said with no remorse. A small grunt escaped him at the same time his life went. He fell into her arms, causing Maya to fall back and stumble into the barrels she was hiding behind earlier.
They banged against the wall and fell to the ground, causing noise that was loud enough for anyone near by to hear. She struggled with the weight of the dead boy on her, a small bruise forming along her chest from where the handle of her knife hit her which was still in the boy.
Hurriedly Maya attempted to remove it, the blood on her hands making her grip slippery, before giving up and pushing him off. She stared at his face; taking his eye patch and holding it close she silently prayed for his soul.
Even though he was English, he appeared to be the same age as her older brother and even looked like him. The resemblance was startling, or unreal. She waited, for some reason it was as though she were stuck at her position, unable or unwilling to move she didn’t know.
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(12:15:39 AM) Snowy-Kitty: what's an STV?
(12:15:41 AM) Myrin: brb
(12:15:45 AM) Arimis: think about it
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Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by Hallik on Wed Apr 02, 2008 11:27 am
Having been lifted out of the water Elijah was soaking wet. He squirted the remaining water from his mouth and a small fish from his britches. He was in a fish net, and still seated in the net when another ship came around towards them. His voice was loud enough for Elijah to hear.
"Ye must be Markus. Richelle told me ye'd likely be later than the rest, so here I be ta guide yer t'wards the bonnie Fledgling." The man doffed his beaten cap, a grin blooming from beneath his beard. "Mark Oaken, at y'service!"
Markus was on board? Then who was that other person he was with? Elijah knew Richelle from two years ago but he didn't really know her considering he spent most of her time with James. James... What a fine mess he's gotten himself in. It would be awhile before any crew members of the Fledgling would return to this port. Elijah switched thoughts and tried to climb the net back on to the ship but to no avail. The knots in the net were too small to get a good foothold. He slouched back in the net and folded his arms.
'Caught like a common fish...' he thought.
The bird flew off Madeline's head and perched himself on the side of the boat above Elijah.
"Rwaak! Fish out of water." whistled the parrot.
"Ye must be Markus. Richelle told me ye'd likely be later than the rest, so here I be ta guide yer t'wards the bonnie Fledgling." The man doffed his beaten cap, a grin blooming from beneath his beard. "Mark Oaken, at y'service!"
Markus was on board? Then who was that other person he was with? Elijah knew Richelle from two years ago but he didn't really know her considering he spent most of her time with James. James... What a fine mess he's gotten himself in. It would be awhile before any crew members of the Fledgling would return to this port. Elijah switched thoughts and tried to climb the net back on to the ship but to no avail. The knots in the net were too small to get a good foothold. He slouched back in the net and folded his arms.
'Caught like a common fish...' he thought.
The bird flew off Madeline's head and perched himself on the side of the boat above Elijah.
"Rwaak! Fish out of water." whistled the parrot.
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Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by fighter_rose_003 on Thu Apr 03, 2008 2:38 am
Twigs giggled lightly at Caesar's new beard as it scratched her cheek. "It makes you seem a wee bit more manly," she laughed, teasing him lightly. She moved quickly out of his reach and went to help the others. Humming to herself, she kept stealing glances at Caesar as she worked with the ropes and everything. 'It feel amazin' to be back aboard the Fledgling,' she thought to herself as she stole a quick glance at everyone she had met two years ago. She remembered everything that happened on their last journey and wondered what would be in store for them this time.
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Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by Drako11 on Thu Apr 03, 2008 7:41 am
Caesar chuckled at Twigs comment, and slapped her lightly on her rump as she danced away from him. Turning he attentions to readying the vessel, he began moving abotu the vessel. Tightening a rope here, trimming a sail there, making sure everything was secure, every pirates new their duties and moved about each other with practiced skill and grace, well everyone except the new crew members. Caesar chuckled as one new man tripped crashing into a man and was immeidiately shoved to the ground and trompled over. Caesar remember such and accident happening to him on the Fledgling.
When Richelle's scepter was broken, Caesar held his breath waiting for James or Elizabeth to jump all over the mate, maybe even lash him. Richelle however calmly took the blame and sent the man on his way, Caesar smiled Richelle was the kindest women he had ever met. He turned his attention to a gun he was tying down, for some reason he glanced back up to Richelle again to see what she was doing, it was then he noticed the paper. "Oi Richelle what tha' ye have?", he asked quietly making his way over to her. It was not a good idea to yell out something about a found item on a pirate ship until on knew what it was.
When Richelle's scepter was broken, Caesar held his breath waiting for James or Elizabeth to jump all over the mate, maybe even lash him. Richelle however calmly took the blame and sent the man on his way, Caesar smiled Richelle was the kindest women he had ever met. He turned his attention to a gun he was tying down, for some reason he glanced back up to Richelle again to see what she was doing, it was then he noticed the paper. "Oi Richelle what tha' ye have?", he asked quietly making his way over to her. It was not a good idea to yell out something about a found item on a pirate ship until on knew what it was.
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Re: Possibly Pirates 2 ( )
by Skallagrim on Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:26 am
James stepped lively on the deck, the gentle roll of the hull felt good under his feet. The crew darting to and fro, going about their several duties. The captain, Elizabeth, had done a wonderful job with this crew. Casting about the deck, looking for his poppet, he spotted her, she was grinning and her eyes sparkled.
As she turned she and a crew man collided resulting in the handsome scepter she had breaking in twain. James chuckled softly and began walking towards her, a flash of color caught his eye as it darted up the rigging towards the crows nest. Glancing up it was a wee lass and there was a bird with her.
A wry smile crossed his lips as he noticed the number of eye-patches that seemed to have infected the crew. Turning back to Richelle he noted she was holding a scrap of what appeared to be paper of some sort and Caesar was coming back towards her.
The wry smile became a huge grin, "Laird be praised...I believe that we maybe sailing the seas in search of booty." James said softly, perhaps the Lucky of Jimmy had passed to Richelle.
As she turned she and a crew man collided resulting in the handsome scepter she had breaking in twain. James chuckled softly and began walking towards her, a flash of color caught his eye as it darted up the rigging towards the crows nest. Glancing up it was a wee lass and there was a bird with her.
A wry smile crossed his lips as he noticed the number of eye-patches that seemed to have infected the crew. Turning back to Richelle he noted she was holding a scrap of what appeared to be paper of some sort and Caesar was coming back towards her.
The wry smile became a huge grin, "Laird be praised...I believe that we maybe sailing the seas in search of booty." James said softly, perhaps the Lucky of Jimmy had passed to Richelle.
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