The Pirate RP.

[Akira]

It was completely dark in the room and only the sound of the aroused woman broke the silence. Victor and the Puerto Rican woman were occupying a room in the local town inn, only blocks away from the tavern.

"Ah, Victor keep going....kee..ke...KE...KEEP GO....AHHHH!!!!" the woman moaned extremely loud.

Suddenly, the shot of pistol muted out any sounds of lovemaking. Victor perched his head up and listened closely. It was quite hard to hear anything though due to the Puerto Rican womans sensual tones. He got up and pulled on his pants then looked at the woman in the weakly lit room.

"Ahhh, hell! Me mates can get along without me for a tad bit longer, me thinks. Come here ma luv." he proclaimed in deligince.

After another 8 minutes of lovemaking, he again grabbed his pants and shirt and quickly made his way towards the tavern, not forgetting to give the woman one more kiss before leaving. He had also promised to meet her again soon, a promise that may not be so easily fulfilled. It was no secret that Victor said this to most woman and he didn't even blatantly want to lie to them. It was just that it was quite hard for a pirate to stay in one place for a long duration of time. If him and his crew ever did make it back to this port-town, he would try to locate his many woman again, if not only to have another go with them.

It was a beatiful night and the moonlight dimly lit the narrow dirt streets of the town. He could feel the small pebbles under and between his feet as he ran at full speed towards the tavern.

As he arrived, he could hear the sound of slicing and punching coming from the building. Just as he was about to enter, the doorway filled with the other crew who had been sitting in the tavern. He quickly made his way through this hinderance and immediately accompanied his crew in the fight. He looked at one of his comrades and asked: "What for me mothers virginity is going on har?"

The pirate looked at him and was about to answer when he was hit by an aimlessly wandering fist. Victor quickly stepped in and grabbed the man by the neck. He slightly twisted his arms until he heard a slight snapping sound, signalising the breaking of the attackers neck. Quickly helping his comrade to his feet, he was told about the treasure map and that Claude had already gotten a hold of it. It seemed they were just getting rid of the rest of the bandits who were previously trying to steal the map from the old man before Claude intervened.

Victor pulled out his cutlass and slashed his way towards his captain, Jack Blacksoul. Once there, he asked: "What be the plans sir? Are we to embark immediately?" No reply from the captain, no doubt due to him being too drunk at the moment to hear anything at all. Victor continued to fight off the bandits and keep them away from the Cap'n. If anything were to happen to good ole' Blacksoul, it would be a terrible loss for the crew. Still, he knew that his Cap could hold his own, especially in an uber-drunken state.

Once all the fighting had stopped, he helped the Cap'n to his feet and asked again, about the next plan for the crew...

[Faustus]

Marquis sheathed his sword with a smug smile upon his face and the bodies of his enemies at his feet. Just moments ago Marquis had been mercilessly hewing down pirates for the map and know that the bloodbath had ended Claude was holding the treasure map. Marquis stared intently at the map, his eyes never leaving it. His eyes reflected a deep greed and suddenly that greed overtook him and Marquis snatched the map from Claude in the same manner that a starved wolf steals meat from another member of his pack. De Soulier des Nonnes stroked the map lovingly and greed once again flashed in his eyes.

"I'll keep zis if you don't mind" Marquis said calmly to Claude clutching the map in his hands.

Suddenly the chattering of the crew stopped and the tavern went silent as Captain Blacksoul spoke about his latest plans for the crew of Morte Negro...

[Atma-Noah]

Duran made his way to his quarters after the captain had dismissed the crew. When he had arrived at the door to his quarters Duran stopped and looked at the room beside his own. That door was not opened when I left. I'm sure of it. He thought looking at the opened door. "Humph. Someone must've opened it and forgot to close it again after I left for the tavern." He reached over and closed the door with a thud. Then turning to his own door. Duran pulled out his key and unlocked the door. Walking into his room he shut the door behind him.

Bookshelves surrounded his room. Books, maps, and books of maps were all resting in their own places on each of the shelves. A table in the middle of the room had an unfinished map lying open across it with a quill and a few instruments on top of it.

Duran walked over and placed his scimitar and cutlass on the table. Then he went to his bed and picked up the book on the nightstand. Opening it up to where the bookmark lay. Duran sat the book back down and then walked over to one shelf and took a few maps off. Taking a seat at the table and opening them he began to work on his own map. Carefully marking down places and such. He had started the map when he was younger but stopped once he had met Claire. He had started working on it again. It seemed to relax him more recently.

Once that other ship leaves we'll be heading off after them. Then we'll be off ta where that map takes us to. If I'm lucky one of them on that ship will be one of them who killed Claire....

Duran paused reliving the moment when he found her dead. "How long has it been? It still seems like yesterday..." Shaking his head he returned to working on his map.

[Quistis]

Her heartbeat ran faster as she heard footsteps approaching. Thalia stood up and laid her back against the wall behind the door. She pulled out her dagger just in case...

But whoever it was, just shut the door and left. Thalia heard a faint sound from the room beside her. That person must've stayed in that room.

that was close...Am I really gonna try to kill these guys? she asked herself as she hid the dagger on her waist.She then heard a crumbling sound which turned out to be her stomach.

"I am starving..dammit...what am I gonna do?" she hissed.

She made sure that no one was outside when she opened the door. The hallway was quiet. Does that mean that the pirate on the other room was alone?

Thalia hoped so.

She literally tiptoed her way out of the room quarters and tried to see which room was unlocked in the hopes of finding even just a tiny piece of bread. It would be too risky to look for the kitchen. Who knows how far away it would be from her position.

Thalia checked the next room and it was locked and proceeded to the other one.

She lightly knocked on the door twice to make sure that no one was inside before turning the knob. This time, it was open.

The room was surprisingly well kept except for the few pile of clothes stashed on one corner. A tall mirror stood on one side of the wall. Thalia briefly looked at her reflection and nodded in satisfaction at how she could at least pass for a teenage boy.

She was interrupted by her growling stomach.Alas, she found a plate of fruit lying on top of the wooden desk. She wasted no time and grabbed the juicy apple and took a bite.

I have to run back now before they catch me.. she thought

occ- sorry for the crappy post.i don't really know whose room that was or what room that was. up to you guys i guess.

[ToroMor]

It was a terrible chaos. Thundering cannons spat out their deadly loads while the dry barks of hundreds of muskets pounded the ears of the armies. The air was filled with gun smoke and the ground was covered with the corpses of the fallen. It was the battle of the venezuelan gulf, the big clash between the allied buccaneers and the fortified Spanish city of Maracaibo. And the price was either the gallows pole or... the treasure.

Jack awoke again, slowly lifting his face from the puddle of beer on the table. After some minutes he managed to sort his senses and his memory returned. He took a deep gulp from his blackjack and cleaned his wet beard with his sleeve. Didn’t he hear someone mention the word treasure? The tavern was a mess. Some stabbed thugs lay around and the big-mouthed Captain Boldass, complete with ridiculous hat and crew, took a leave. Blacksoul spat on the floor. What the heck was going on? He shook off his drowsiness and checked if his pistol and rapier were where they belonged. They were. Suddenly, Claude stood before the table, holding something in his hand that bore much resemblance to a goddamn treasure map! “I have la carte, the map“ All at once, Jack Blacksoul was sober again. His eyes caught the quick movement of Marquis snatching the map. Like a lightning striking the earth, he shot up from his chair and fired his pistol into the air while drawing his rapier. His carotid swelled like a fatted sea-snake as he yelled:

“Dance with the devil, bloody scum - dead men tell no tales!”

Usually, Jack was a man who was lost in inscrutable thoughts or dreams while being drunk all night and day and seemed almost harmless. But those who knew him better (and survived his acquaintance) feared his sudden outbreaks. When a new project gets hold of the cursed soul of Captain Blacksoul, neither death nor the united fleets of the world are able to stop him. And that was why he was the Captain of this bunch of madmen, know as his crew. More than once in battle, the pure intensity of his spirit seemed to hold together the planks of the almost wrecked ship as well as the courage of his brethrens. And as he now stood amongst the rundown tavern, it appeared like hell had opened a gate and spat out a howling demon to punish humankind for its horrible sins.

Almost everyone except for the La Morte’s crew instantly tried to take a flight out of this accursed place. Unfortunately, most were not fast enough or foolishly stubborn. One of them was the owner of this measly establishment. With 4 quick steps, Jack approached him and sank the tip of his rapier through the eyeball of the doomed creature, piercing deep into his brain. Around them, a massacre broke loose. In a frenzy of pistol shots and slashes, the rest of the guests went down like blood filled bags. Someone shouted “Spare ze whores!” and someone else set a blaze to the room. Jack then took the map from Marquis, securing it in his uniform.

Only ten minutes later, while thick clouds of smoke attested to the loss of the tavern, a roaring voice was heard from the mole:

“All Hands Hoay! Weigh anchor, hoist the sails!”

And soon, under a pale moon, the last signs of land vanished under the stern of the La Morte Negro and the core crew sat around a large Cuban table in the Captain’s quarters, staring at a certain map.

Dominos small squint became eyes which opened slowly, "what the hell?" the sun glaring in his eyes, he used the palm of his hand as a shield. the last faint memory of...women..no fight...tresure...then.....a bottle to the side of the head, still rang fresh in his confused mind, along with the scent of sea air and rum in his noose, but where was he now? He rolls over to his chest, his back aching after being sleep although more passed out, against the wooden deck of the ship. Yep reminds him of those good ol prison days that can thankfully be missed. Just as he makes it to his feet stumbling over the spinning ground he's enveloped in a laughing from one of the crew members who obviously brought him aboard..."had enough to drink thar mate...HAHA" laughing with his leg confidently on a barrel above him, ahh toothless sorry exscuse for a seaman, i should kick that barrell from under his feet and send him overboard pilfering the small thought of revenge. He eventally manged to make it to the steps leading downward into the small rooms on the lower level, bracing himself and sliding his right shoulder aginst the wall.

Finally...rest, the door to his room never looked so lovely, but did he open it?...He drunkenly stares at the partially opened door as the hallway seemed to toss him from wall to wall...he thoughtdid i drink to much...or that blasted bottle to the head... the shadow of someone standing in his room was evident on the floor before him, he reached out slowly to crack the door with his opposing hand simultaniously gripping his pistol in his pants. He kicked the door quickly open while yelling "steal from ME will ya!!?" upon seeing the little boy in his room slips when his foot hits the floor. "damn!..." squeezing the handle of the gun which is pointed toward the hallway in his recent fall, fires a loud shot which echoes through the ships lower halls and out to the open sky. Dominos head, arrives at the floor once more, and the rest he sought after inevitable.

[Quistis]

"steal from ME will ya!!?" all of a sudden a booming voice came from behind Thalia just as she was about to bite the apple.

The man suddenly slipped from where he was standing, accidentally firing the gun that he held on his way down to the floor. Thankfully, the bullet seemed to have shot upwards instead of piercing a hole in the ship.

Thalia stepped back and grabbed the dagger from her belt. The gunshot would surely alarm his comrades..or at least the guy on resting on the other room. She did not know where to go.

Thalia's first thought was to unarm the man. And so she sprinted towards him and tried to take the gun from his hand. She noticed the smell of alcohol from his breath. The man was obviously drunk and was almost unconscious.

As soon as Thalia got hold of the gun, she tried to run back towards the empty room. Hopefully, no one would see her before the rest of the crew check on their wasted comrade.

[Strong Bad]

After Captain Morgan had dismissed everyone, he and Wullfe made their way towards the helm. Morgan had been teaching him how to “drive” the ship, he had actually gotten quite good at it… not that it took much effort. The other pirate’s ship had left the dock and was some ways out to sea. The Captain ordered for the anchor to be hoisted and pursuit was underway. “Avast ye scurvy Land Lubbers!” Yelled Morgan to no one in general.

Morgan stood confidently behind Wullfe as he took the ship out of the harbour, away from the mainland and out onto the seas ahead. The sun was beginning to rise… They’d have to keep a significant distance to remain under detection of the other ship. Yar…

Suddenly a shot had fired from the gallows below! ”What the bloody blue blazes was that!” roared the Captain. He left Wullfe at helm and marched down towards the lower decks of the ship. If someone had sprung a leak, he’d have their necks!

Morgan stepped down the few remaining steps into the dimly lit hall leading to the member’s cabins. All doors were closed as usual ‘cept for a few. Morgan’s eyes narrowed as he saw Domino in a drunken heap on the floor. He walked up beside his limp body and gave him a good kick.

”Yar! Ye bloody lazybones! Some good hard work will cure what ails ya! Get to yer feet!” ordered the Captain. Domino lay there motionless. ”Yar…” the Captain muttered to himself and gave him another kick. He turned around and began to march back up towards the main deck when he heard a slight creek come from the other open room. He paused and raised an intrigued eyebrow… something seemed out of place here. He silently crept towards the small crack in the door.

”A-HA!” He shouted as he jumped into the room, kicking the door open. Hmm… Nothing. The room seemed to be completely empty. He stood very still for a moment and looked at the room in front of him… it was the empty cabin none of his crew had claimed. He simply shrugged and began to turn around…

His eyes met the eyes of a young boy leaning against the room’s wall. Startled a bit, Morgan raised his eyebrow and stroked his beard. ”And what exactly do we have ‘ere..?” questioned Morgan. He took a step forwards. A stowaway. Great, just what he needed.

”Alright lad, I’ll give you a chance to explain yourself… You’d better have a good reason for bein’ aboard me ship or it’ll be me blade in yer gullet.” stated Morgan. He put his hand on the hilt of his rapier, ready to draw it if necessary. This wasn’t some kind of orphanage… but he was interested who’d have the balls to slip aboard his ship unnoticed.

[Quistis]

It did not take long before she got caught. The Captain of the ship (judging from his clothes) discovered where Thalia was hiding.

”Alright lad, I’ll give you a chance to explain yourself… You’d better have a good reason for bein’ aboard me ship or it’ll be me blade in yer gullet.” he said placing his hand on the hilt of his rapier. Thalia wasn't sure if he was serious or not. She never met a pirate before.

At least he called me 'lad'.. she thought.

"What happened young boy, cat caught yer tongue?" the Pirate said, growing impatient as she just stood there motionless.

She cleared her throat and tried to make her voice as deep as possible.

"Umm......I don't have a family..well actually, I do.. but my father hates me. I want to prove myself by becoming a pirate."

The Pirate raised an eyebrow, giving Thalia the impression that her reason wasn't convincing enough. It almost looked like he was about to laugh at her. She would rather not inform him of the treasure map, at least not yet. She may need it to bargain with them later.

"I've heard that story a million times lad. Try again...Frankly, I don't need another kid on board. I already have one...well, sort of."

Ok, not good..I have to think of something...

"I can cook, clean and steal. How's that?" she exclaimed.

[Strong Bad]

”I can cook, clean and steal. How’s that?” Reasoned the stowaway. Morgan didn’t appreciate the young boy’s efforts much. He gripped a tighter hold on his blade and began to speak.

”Yar. I, myself can do all those things, perhaps better than you lad. Yer positive addition to me ship doesn’t seem too practical, says I. Ye know what we do with things we don’t need on board...? We dispose of them.” The captain’s smile disappeared from his face. He’d hoped for something more inspiring from someone capable of sneaking aboard his vessel undetected. Oh well… He had to deal with the problem.

He slowly drew his sword and pointed it towards the young man. ”Now… What to do with ye? What to do indeed…” The captain sighed, he could certainly use some rum right about now.

Most pirates would have cut the invader’s throat without even thinking of interrogating them. Captain Morgan on the other hand was much more practical, not to mention the bloody mess. He took a firm step forwards and placed the blade against the boy’s youthful throat.

”Alright Lad, I’ll give ye one last chance to ‘prove’ yourself. The seas wait for no one.” Morgan was bluffing. He wouldn’t kill this boy here, he’d much rather do it publicly on the main deck. It’d be much easier to dispose of the corpse that way. Always thinkin’ Morgan was.

Morgan raised his eye brow. ”Go on.”

[Quistis]

Thalia could feel the tip of the blade on her throat. One wrong move and it would pierce through her skin. She wasn't good at lying...she never was.

”Go on.” the pirate said. It turned out that he wasn't very nice. Like that should come as a surprise. Pirates were never good. They were the society's rejects - stealing and not caring about anything in the world but treasure, wine and women. But then, she realized she was no better than them - a thief.

It was probably time to go to her last resort.

"I...I have a treasure map..I..stole from my father.." she said stammering. She was hungry and exhausted. She hoped that this time, the Captain would accept her. She did remember that she was holding that other man's gun, but it would be foolish to make a move against the pirate. Who knows how many crew members he had out there. She had no means to escape, especially now that they were voyaging through the ocean.

[Strong Bad]

"I...I have a treasure map..I..stole from my father.." stuttered the stowaway. This caught Captain Morgan by surprise. Here he had expected a useless rat aboard his vessel when in fact he had the potential of treasure. Morgan lowered his blade from the boy's throat and let out a massive grin. Here he was chasing another ship in hopes of capturing a map when he had one right under his nose. How fortunate.

Morgan let out a loud bellowing laugh. He hadn't heard good news like this since his escape from the prison. What luck, he just so happened to have a very experienced cartographer on board. He'd be able to check if this thing was authentic... If not... This young man would regret every stepping foot on his vessel.

"Now that's what I wanted to hear! Come M'boy, I've got use for you after all." mentioned Morgan. He motioned for the boy to head towards Duran's room. Certainly he'd be able to read this map.

”Say, what be yer name, young one?” Questioned Morgan. This lad had earned the right to be given a title… whether Morgan would remember it was entirely based upon this map.

The stowaway entered the hallway, Morgan following close behind. They approached Duran’s room and Morgan beat on the door. “A vast! Yarr! I have some work fer ye, ye scurvy land lubber!” Morgan shouted. All this commotion was certain to attract the attention of other crew members. Hopefully they’d be welcoming of this new comer, otherwise He’d have even more explaining to do… The others weren’t as forgiving as Morgan after all.