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Post by Ryuuza on May 26, 2005 19:32:33 GMT -5
The pathetic cannon fodder that was once considered a ship slowly creaked and groaned as it made it's way into the spanish port. The fresh sunlight made it's way into the various holes of the ship. Standing on the deck were a few sailors, all looking the worse for ware as they rushed about, trying to patch potentially fatal holes in the hull. Standing tall was what would later be revealled as the captain, resplendent in a brown, muddy jacket, his hat so worn that it fell off on several occasions and a sword, well, you could call it a sword. Anyway, the saber that was so rusted it was only good for spreading butter, and even that took skill.
It was skill, however, that this Captain had in abundance. It was skill that used that rusted sword to fend off many, skill that managed to keep the crew together when cannon balls peppered the side, skill that managed to sail this ship to a small spanish port on the New World. Sadly, this skill could only be achieved through the copious amounts of alcohol that he kept in his cabin. Now, sober and lacking planks to even keep the ship from tilting, the Captain could only stand there.
The ship crashed into the small port and the captain jumped off, uttering to his remaining crew that they needed planks and sailcloth. As they went to get the supplies, he went to the tavern hopefully trying to recover that skill that he had summoned when defending against the dreaded pirates that roamed the sea.
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Post by Kayato on May 26, 2005 19:41:52 GMT -5
Name: Captain Blackeyes Jones
Age: Unknown
Sex: Unknown
Weapons: Cutlass, dagger, a flintlock pistol and a blunderbuss.
Appearance: Baggy brown leggings and tunic, long black cloak and a black pirate hat. Wears pistols on left side of belt and sword on right side with dagger inside tunic. Long black hair and deep black eyes. Tanned skin. Looks neither male nor female and talks so neither is known.
Bio: Unknown
Ship
Name:The Bloody Tear
Flag: Black heart against a white background with a red dagger going through it.
Sails: Blood Red
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Captain Blackeyes stood at the helm of the ship as it moved across the water toward the Carribean.
"Keep an eye out for pirates Captain," called one of the deck hands.
"Aye. We don't want to get caught out here by a ship with the black flag of death." Blackeyes called back.
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Post by Ryuuza on May 26, 2005 19:49:41 GMT -5
"So I said to her 'if that is yoru husband, then you might want to ask him where your loyalties lie!'". Thunderous laughter from the small group and the captain was bought another round because of it. "Keep 'hic' 'em commin lads!" The stories went on in the candle lit tavern. Unaware to what was going outside though. It appears the ship had already been fixed, and was sailing away as the paid men kept him busy.
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Post by Kayato on May 26, 2005 19:53:19 GMT -5
The Bloody Tear landed in the Spanish port just as the other ship was sailing away. Captain Blackeyes left instructions with the crew before stepping off the gangplank and heading into the tavern. After looking at the group of laughing men for a while Blackeyes took a seat in a da corner and ordered a drink.
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Post by Las on May 26, 2005 20:21:00 GMT -5
Name:Marcus
Race: Human
Age: 48
Gender:Male
Looks: Slit like eyes that stand out on his almost pale skin. He has a long jacket that covers his body form where his boots end to where his nose begins.
Weapons:Marcus has a rapier and a pistol.
Occupation:Sailor/Pirate/Mercenary
Bio:Unknown
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Post by Ryuuza on May 26, 2005 20:26:39 GMT -5
"Anyway lads! I have had the most graci... Graciou... Good time I could ever ashk for, so I'll see you someday!" The captain stumbled outside the tavern and crawled half the way to the port. He immediatly sobered up after noticing his "crew" had escaped with his ship. "Bloody hell!" He cried, almost jumping into the water and chasing after it. Only the fact that he was in no condidtion to swim stopped him. "My boat... My boat..." He said, sinking to his knees.
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Post by Kayato on May 26, 2005 20:28:18 GMT -5
Blackeyes, who had followed him out, touched his shoulder lightly. "Want to chase them?"
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Post by Lex on May 26, 2005 20:29:37 GMT -5
OOC-MESA WANNA JOINS! Me hyper due to the fact I've been stuck in bed since like noon cause I sprained my good ankle...So now I am truely crippled...WAAAAAAAAA I CAN'T WALK!
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Post by Ryuuza on May 26, 2005 20:33:51 GMT -5
ooc: this is a Pirate rp! be merry. I should get drunk and rp, for the inspiration.
bic: The Captain just could not stop staring at the black shape in the distance, until he realised it was a rock and his ship was already heading towards the Spanish Main. "'Hic' Damn that confounded old.... I give up. Might as well clap me in irons and be done with me..." He sunk lower, to the point of becomming closly aquanted with the wooden quay.
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Post by Kayato on May 26, 2005 20:36:39 GMT -5
Blackeyes smiled and did just so.
One of the crew members walked over and clapped a pair of iron bracelets onto his wrists then hauled him to his feet and dragged him toward the gangplank.
"We chase the theives down!" Blackeyes yelled to the crew after boarding.
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