The Pirate RP.

[Strong Bad]

“Raise ze anchor! Cast ze sails! We’re getting ze ‘ell out of ‘ere!” Captain Morgan commanded his crew.

The rain beat down hard on the crew of inmates, hellfire burning desire into their hearts. They were the strongest willed men Morgan had ever met and would make a fine crew. This was their day; their freedom was theirs to claim! The crew completed all the preparations for their escape. Already they could hear the whistles of the navy soldiers rushing up the docks. This was their destiny.

The battleship gradually made its way out of the harbor and out onto the open sea. Lightning cracked across the heavens, separating the night’s sky from the ocean. The ship began to pick up speed as the entire crew assembled, waiting Captain Morgan to address them.

“Yar! Ye be the best crew a captain could ask for!”, The crew erupted into cheers, “And from this day on, you are all free men! We must seek refuge among the islands of the Caribbean; the seas are ours for the taking! Tonight we sail onto victory!”

****

After several days at sea, Captain Morgan and his crew had reached their destination. The Caribbean; home of the deadliest pirates known to man and they were about to get a lot more deadly.

They arrived on the Island of Puerto Rico, a popular port for sea merchants, traders and other scum you wouldn’t want to run into on a regular basis. They needed supplies and this island was said to be the place to get them. They docked and made accommodations for the ship and crew. It had been a long journey and it indeed called for some celebration.

The sun shined brightly that day, it was history in the making. The renowned Captain Morgan (and his crew) had gained freedom and a mighty ship to boot. As the crew dispersed amongst the crowd, Morgan took the opportunity to exam the ship from the docks. It was a well crafted vessel, capable of doing many things. He made arrangements for the ship’s new title to be printed on the back.

“The Ragnarok. Monarch of the Seas.”

****

Satisfied with the supplies the crew had attained, Morgan gave an official order for the entire crew to meet at the pub: “The Grim Fandango”. He had made special arrangements for their celebration and was expecting quite a turnout. He chuckled to himself; even he was surprised at their accomplishments.

The moon lit Morgan’s path as he quietly walked towards the tavern, already he could hear the shouts and hollers of the inhabitants within. He pushed open the doors and was welcomed with a valiant cheer as his crew all raised their mugs in honour of their newly acquired success.

”Three cheers for the Captain!” Hip hip Hooray! The crowd cheered.

Captain Morgan was handed a mug of rum and raised it with his crew before taking a giant gulp. Delicious! Pirate Rum! The finest in all the seas, yar! This was a night to remember, even though they all wouldn’t in the morning…

Domino raised his mug at the arrival of his liberator. Surrounded by only the most beautiful puerto rican women with an attraction for danger and pirates. "Captain...friend, com celebrate this victory with the many.." looks at eh women flirtatiously "amenties, we have before us" attempting to sound formally educated but his spanish slang and jargon becoming more apparent. "exscuse me ladies, i shall return shortly" Domno stands and takes ahold of capitan morgans arm before he could fully become enveloped in the taverns excitment. "word of your ship has already reached royal naval ears. I didnt want to alarm the crew.." his voice at almost a raspy whisper and the the achohol becoming an almost breeze from his mouth. "i suddgest we not linger a moment more then neccessary, but let the crew enjoy their night...they deserve it. Now back to bigger matters!" Domino smiles devilishly at the women who are desprately awaiting his return and winks at the capitan. Walking drunkily back to the women "ladies, whos first to shine the..." Dominos voice drowned out by the rest of the bar. He puts his arm back around 2 beautiful women and continues, to convince them to accompany him to one of their rooms for some enjoyment.

::Wullfe sat, brooding in a corner, as usual. His thick mop of hair tied down by a dusty black bandana. A bar wench, common of such rat hole pubs approaches him, offering a drink. Unceremoniously he snatches the drink, and shoves her on her way. He sips a little, letting the bitter sweet taste rest on his tongue. Not being as old as the rest of the pirates, he had yet to develop the taste for Pirate Rum. At the sound of the opening door, and at the sight of his father, his face lightens somewhat. As all the pirates around him erupt into cheer, he raises his mug in celebration. After the commotion has died down somewhat, and Domino has returned his attentions to the ladies, Wullfe stands, and orders a toast.::

Wullfe: “Three cheers for the greatest pirate ta ever sail the seven seas!”

::As everyone turns to raise their mugs, he starts the cheer.::

Wullfe: “Hip, hip hooray!”

::The entire tavern follows his example…::

[Atma-Noah]

After cheering with the rest of the crew Duran found himself thinking about how fast everything had taken place. He had found himself with a new crew. The captain was the infamous Captain Morgan. recently he had been whisked from his prison and with these men and onto a ship headed for the Caribbean. He knew little of the crew except for reputations. He suspected some would know him by his own as well.

He took a swig from his glass pausing from the thought. The pause seemed to be for to long though. Duran began to cough and wheeze. Raising his wrist to cover his mouth he could taste the O'so familiar crimson substance. After it had passed his mind began turning towards other subjects.

I must find the last of those dirty bastards that killed Claire. How many were left? Was it four or five maybe it was six? Ugh I can't remember. Tomorrow I'll ask around the town before we set sail. Tonight I'll pay my respects to the man who got me out of that hell hole.

With that he made eye contact with his Captain and nodded. "Listen to what this old sea dog has to say." Duran said standing up. "Tis with a great honour that I say thank you Captain.T'was your plan that we used to escape those confines a week ago. Now we are here in the Caribbean enjoying our freedom and we owe it to you. So tonight Cap'n we drink to you!"

With that Duran raised his mug and said "To the Captain." and drank what was left in his mug.

Taking his seat once again Duran waited for another mug and stroked his beard. It's good to be out on the seas again. I wonder what Lady Luck has instore for us all? Will it be treasure and fame or shall we be damned like those before us? Hrm...I guess I'll wait and see. He stopped as the mug was set down next to empty one. A quiet thank you flowed from his lips as he took hold of it and began to drink.

[ToroMor]

“Captain! Ye boat labors like an ole drunk whore!”

Captain Blacksoul held himself close to the steering wheel. The “La Morte Negro” was riding on tower high waves of utmost blackness. Thunderclouds stormed the skies and lightnings pounded the boiling sea. Still the ship was in full sail. He gave the man that addressed him a heavy knock and the old seadog slipped on the swimming deck.

„Man overboard!“

The face of Jack Blacksoul was frozen in a demonic grimace. In the past battle, his bride got almost shot into splinters by the cursed Spaniards and one of their shots had also severely disfigured his own face.

“Main sail split!”

With blood crusted and empty eyeholes, Jack routed his mortally wounded bride deeper into the watery hell. No one among the last souls of his crew dared to disobey his command. They all were willing to follow their captain to the roots of the cruel ocean and were awaiting their doom while still fighting the storm.

“The ship hath spent her masts!!”

While clenching to the steering wheel with all his strength, Jack’s body was flung on the planks by the merciless power of the tempest and he lost his grip. Now, he was in Davy’s grip. Blacksoul could feel the hot breath of the devil amidst the icy spray and he could hear his deadly whisper over the roaring thunder.

“Cap’n, Cap’n!”

Jack slowly opened an eye. He was apparently lying face down under a table on the dirt stained floor of a murky tavern. Two of his crew were trying to pull him to his feet. He felt blood running through his face. Apparently from the shards of two shattered rum bottles. Splash! An attending fat woman emptied a bucket of water in the Captain’s face. With a disgusted expression, he spat on the floor. “Begad, freshwater!” With doddering knees, Jack stood up. As soon as he managed to stand on his feet, he planted the waitress a clangorous slap in the face. The fat wench cursed him and ran away while he took a seat. He shook off his drunkenness and refilled his Black Jack with rum.
The core of his crew was sitting in the half-light around the table and they laughed and joked about the scene. Jack looked at them. They were few but selected men, the scum of earth, the most reckless and drunken bastards sailing the seven seas. But the same moment, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud cheering coming from a table at the opposite side of the tavern. Apparently, a boastful bunch of pirates were praising themselves. Jack snarled, then shut one of his nostrils with a finger and honked on the floor. “Arrrrg, look at ye darn lubbers! Me is like feed the fish with’em.”

[Akira]

There were roars and yells coming from all around, yet the figure only had one thing in his sights. It seemed that there was a small, petite yet very developed woman standing in the corner. She had a golden brown tan, beautiful long black hair, and wore a plain workers skirt. It seemed that he could not take his sights away from this beautiful creature that stood a mere 7 feet away from him. He slowly raised from his sitting stance, yet was hindered by his severe drunkeness. It was actually quite amazing, that he could even still make out the women he was observing. Still he stayed persistant; mustering all his strength, he brought his body up, which seemed to still be very unstabile.

"What be that you look upon Victor?" a random pirate sitting next to him asked.

"Arggh, that be a fine woman thar...wonder if she be in the mood as much as I."

With that he started dragging his muscular legs towards the girl, which seemed to be farther away than she actually was. Half way there, he grabbed a mug full of fine grog and drank it greedily. Due to his drunken state however, only half of it made it into his mouth, while the other half splattered all over his body. One would have thought this to be a big tunr off, yet it seemed that this fluid accented his very muscular body and gave rise to brand new ripples all over his body. He looked like a sexual pleasure for any woman, especially one as fine as the one he had in his sights.

He now noticed that the woman had made eye contact with him, something that would guarantee him a place to sleep for the night. It seemed that everytime any woman portrayed him and his massively attractive body, that they fell head over heals in love with him, something that he did not mind one bit. He could already read the thoughts going through the womans mind; they most definitely contained something about removing clothes and connecting two people in some way.

Just as he had made his way towards her vicinity, a grueling pain hit him, literally. He opened his eyes, only to find himself lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. He slowly veered up, only to see a mildly built man standing before him. This man also seemed to be in a more drunken state than Victor, something that would have struck anybody with a mighty shock. Suddenly, the man oppened his mouth and said:

"Why be you staring upon my dame you filthy bastard?"

It seemed this overly drunken figure had already claimed this woman as his own, yet this was something that would hardly hinder Victor from getting his way. He had always been persistant in the past and today was hardly going to be an exception.

"How can a disgusting wretch such as yourself, lay claim upon a beautiful creatures such as this?"

Hardly pleased by this remark, the drunken lpirate pulled his hand back, curled it into a fist, and sent it flying towards Victor. It landed cleanly on his eye socket, but hardly even stimulated him. Victor then pulled the prate up by his collar and pulled him to the outside of the tavern. He through him on the ground and put himself in a fighting stance. The man proceeded by trying to hit again, this time however, being greeted by a flurry of flailing fists.

Victor looked upon the bloddy sack, which had just minutes before posed a threat to him. He proceeded to enter the tavern again, cooly entering as if nothing had happened. Its not like anybody had really noticed anyways, seeing as this was a typical aspect in the life of a pirate, especially a horny one like Victor.

He again made eye contact with the Puerto Rican beauty standing in the tavern, who had hardly budged from her spot, most likely due to her hatred of the pirate who had earlier laid claim upon her like a piece of property.

"Hello ma luv...how ye be liking the idea of coming with me to the local hotel? Ill tell you of the life of a fierce pirate, such as I." he said with a erotic tone.

The woman only smiled, showing signs of arrousal due to his proposal. She started towards him, immediately throwing herself in his arms. He embraced her in his muscular arms, then making his way towards the doors of the tavern once again. Just before leaving, he wistled to his Cap'n, the fearful Jack Blacksoul. He merely pointed at his newly aquired prize, which Jack then signaled with approval. He was free for the night and many things could happen...

[lolosky]

The effects of the Papaver Somniferum seeds were still present on Juan's mind, he felt a great drowsiness and his gaze moved back and forth making him feel nauseous; more than one member of the crew helped the doctor when he almost hit the ground on several occasions, he grinned in thanks and he thought of thanking them and perhaps he even did thanked them, although there was no way he could be sure. The fading memory of the delights he had got at the service of those kind Chinese people whom by just a fair amount of money would provide a man's necessities, pharmacologically speaking of course, where half at loss to him when he entered the “Grim Fandango”, moments later than his old time friend and captain.

He couldn't tell if it was moments of minutes, after all the exact mix that had made the oriental based opium houses much more prosperous than the Turkish ones, the mix of morphine, thebaine, codeine, papaverine and the several other substances that made possible the sweet mix were perfect, at least for his tastes; still some of the side effects were still strong on him, but not as fierce as in the beginning, after all ten years of consumption create tolerance in many of the side effects, except the horrible taste of those horrible bronze pipes; as clean as they could be, and as tasteful as the scent of opium could make any place, the hordes of night spawns that recluse themselves in such a place never carry a good fragrance.

“I could use a drink right now” – Juan thought or said, he wasn't completely sure – “Señorita, I would like un wisky” - he was sure of have spoke this time as he could hear the echo of his strong Venezuelan accent; the woman looked coldly to the obviously drugged doctor and replied also in spanish - “Lo siento señor, es ron o ron, no tenemos mas nada”

Juan looked at her with almost closed eyes and with a smirk he said - “Then I want nada of what you've in store dear lady, except perhaps a rolled tobacco and a lovely kiss from the woman who's attending me” - the woman gave a soft smile to the man, he looked not that bad as to roam around with a crew of pirates she thought; his blonde hair, although dried a bit for the sea salt, looked combed and cared, his teeth were not as black as most of his companions, his clean shirt and his body odor showed that he had good hygiene habits, or at least it looked so. The waitress walked to the counter and getting a small rolled tube of tobacco she gave it to Juan as she whispered - “Le debo el beso para otra oportunidad, but if you stay long enough podriamos vernos tonight”

“Salud to that.” - replied the doctor winking an eye as he searched for his drink on the table and suddenly remembered that he ain't got no drink. He turned around searching someone who wouldn't be as sedated as he was, nor drunk enough to not be able to walk properly, and he managed to see Wullfe trying to chug a load of rum, he was one of the youngest members of the crew and had still to develop the taste for the drink, but he was in the right hands for the learning - “Ya Wulf!” - Juan claimed from his seat - “C'me ov'r ere lad. Necesito un favor of ye!”

[Quistis]

She still could not believe what happened. Killing two men in the process...one of them was her brother.

It was too dark to see...but why did they try to violate her? Why was her father so angry...she was his child too. Why was she holding this old cloth map in her hand walking aimlessly through the seashore? What if they find her?

Why...

So many questions with no answers. The little comfort the sea breeze could have brought sent shivers down her spine instead. She totally forgot that she was wearing her sleep night gown. The moonlit sky revealed sillhouttes of two ships on the dock. The faint light revealing their intricate carvings and by the looks of it she could easily tell...

"Pirates. Low class thief bastards..." she mumbled under her breath. She then overheard a thunderous laugh not very far away. The tavern was crowded tonight and the ships seemed empty. There were probably 3 guards manning each ship at the most. If there were any at all.

Thalia would do anything to run away from this place. And this would be the perfect time to do it. Who knows where these ships would sail. Only one thing for sure...far away from here. Which was perfect for her.

But I can't go like this...I need some decent clothes.... she almost felt guilty for feeling the excitement after she just lost her only brother. BUt she could not help it..especially not with what just happened.

Seeing a nearby shack with clothes hanging on a clothesline, Thalia did not waste a second to get herself changed. But instead of taking a woman's clothing (save for women's undergarments which she would rather use than a man's), she took otherwise.

Hiding herself in a secured spot, she changed her clothes. Putting on as many layers of clothing on her as possible to hide her feminine curves and to give a little more bulk on her. She then wrapped a black bandana over her head and hid her long hair underneath it.

Feeling a bit satisfied,she looked at herself through the reflection on the water.

"Damn...who am I kidding? I don't look manly enough...Maybe if I introduce myself as a 16 year old boy or something. I just won't say anything about my gender I guess. I can always show them this treasure map as a ticket..."

Thalia wasted no time and sneaked her way to the beautiful ship. An obvious choice against the other one that boasted a black flag with a laughing skull on it.

occ- i'm kinda rusty. and yes, Mulan kinda inspired me =P

[Strong Bad]

”Yar har har!” Captain Morgan cheered as he shot down another swig of rum. He was enjoying his newly acquired freedom, not to mention his newly acquired rum. The Captain started to make his way around the Tavern. It was your typical pub, filled with drunken sea sailors, harlets and general misfits. It seemed to suit his crew well. After making special arrangements with the owner of the Tavern to have a large amount of rum delivered to The Ragnarok in the harbour, Morgan took another drink and began to visit his crew members.

Morgan tipped his hat in the general direction of Domino and proceeded towards his apprentice Wullfe. He pulled up a stool and sat down next to him, a hardy grin across his hairy face.

”Seems the Gods of the Sea are smiling upon us tonight lad.” Morgan commented as he patted the young sailor on the back. ”Listen, I never trust anyone, but I have confidence in you, lad. Go and check on the vessel in the harbour… we’re surrounded by pirates, who knows what they’re planning…” With that Morgan stood up and proceeded to make his way around the Inn.

The Captain calmly approached the closest crew member in his sights, Duran. He knew very little of this man other than he was an expert navigator and was exceptional with maps. A skill that would come in handy in the future… The two knocked their drinks together and took a celebratory chug. Ah, Pirate rum, gotta love it! Yarr.

The good Dr. Juan seemed to be up to his usual habits. Morgan didn’t care what the crew did in their personal time just as long as it didn’t interfere with his. Morgan motioned for the Doctor to join him and Duran… He had a feeling things were about to pick up.

****

Amidst all the drunken laughter and ramblings, Morgan had his eyes set on an old man who was being pummelled in the corner of the Tavern. A group of scallywags throttled him and tossed him around. One of them shouted “Where’s the map? Where’s the treasure!?”

At that moment, the entire pub went silent. The simple mention of the word “treasure” had captured the attention of every pirate in the vicinity. Toothless grins spread all around as they listened to the commotion surrounding the old man. Morgan raised his eyebrows and stroked his beard.

”Listen! There are two copies of the map. I only have one… but the other—“ claimed the old man. One of the offenders punched his stomach interrupting him and started to demand the map. ”Give it to me! Now! You useless sac of bones!” He shouted.

Captain Morgan quickly made eye contact with each member of his crew present and motioned for them to stay back and let things play through… Trouble was brewing… And Morgan’s mug was low on rum…

[Faustus]

Marquis sipped a bottle of fine wine, the last of the vintage he plundered from his former captain. The former French officer drank and plotted to gain another ship and eventually power. Marquis took a greedy swig and smiled at his bottle. Hahahahahahahahahaha lovely, I did enjoy killing your former owner and you are the last of the spoils that I took from him and thus you should be used to toast his health in Hell. To you my former Capain and may you forever rot at the bottem of the ocean you ignorent bastard. Marquis drank the last of the bottle greedily savoring every ill gotten drop.

Marquis then spotted a serving wench and threw the bottle at her. She jumped after it shattered at her feat and then started to mutter incoherently in fear as he stood up and approached her. She fell backwards against the wall and cowered as he drew closer. "Stand up wench and stop muttering it iz most annoying".

"Yes sir, mmmay I get you something sir" Said the maid her eyes full of fear.

"Bring me some rum bitch and make it quick" Said Marquis coldy returning to his seat. The wench quickely returned with a mug of rum and placed it on the table in front of Marquis. The wolfish Marquis took a sip and spat it out almost as soon as the rum touches his lips. His face contorted in disgust and he threw the mug and it hits the wench in the face. "YOU INSOLENT BITCH I SAID GET ME SOME RUM NOT MOOSE PISS!!!!!!" screamed Marquis and he darted forward and backhanded the barmaid in the face and she falls to the floor. The lawless wolf of a man drags her to her feat holding her by the hair and then suddenly slammes her against the wall. Marquis feels her supple breasts and licks her face.

Just as Marquis was about to defile her when the entire tavern went silent at the mention of the word "Treasure". The famed defiler of nuns immeditately dropped his victem and moved towards where the thugs were beating the treasure map out of the old man.

"Excuse me gentlemen but I have greater need of zis treasure map than you so please step aside before I am forced to resort to unpleasentries". Marquis drew his rapier and pointed it at one of the thugs. On his cold face a cruel, arrogant smile appeared.

[2ndPower]

Battle was in the air. Claude could smell it. The distinct stench of sweat, steel, and smoke, mixed in with the natural stench of booze from the bar. Good. Claude could use a battle. People had been smoking, and the residue had been driving Claude crazy. Made him think of fire. Fire. It was a wonderous thing, dancing, living, growing. Beautiful. But none of that right now, Claude had to get the treasure map before those goons did. They did not know it, but they were going to die tonight. Claude DeMorte had decided. He stood, drew his epee, and strode towards the men, aggression obvious in his pose. Seeing that Marquis at the least was ready for battle, he shifted his epee into his off hand, then strode towards the nearest thug, tapped him on the shoulder with his blade, and said, "Tu connais je serai avoir mise a mort tu, non?" At his confused expression, Claude lifted his pistol from his side, and shot the man in the head. The shot rang out, and before the man fell to the floor, the whole tavern went wild.

Claude ducked under a roundhouse punch, then retorted with a slash of his epee at the man's throat. The man gurgled a little as blood bubbled out of the thin line in his throat, then Claude shoved him out of the way to find his next opponent. That was the fourth person he had killed thus far, and Claude was happy. His epee was covered in blood, as it rightfully should be. Now where was the one with the map? They needed to get that map first. Treasure was life among pirates, and thus, that man would be in high demand. He had lost sight of the other crewmen of the Morte Negro when this maelstrom started, but that was ok. He could handle things on his own. Reaching out to an empty table, he picked up a half empty glass of rum, and started drinking from it as he walked around, looking. There!!! No, that was the bartender. There!!! No, that was a table. Ah, there he is! Crawling around, trying to escape through the back entrance. Claude snickered and hurled the rum at the man, stopping him short, then jumped over the bar, landing in front of him. As he recoiled in fear, Claude spoke. "I'll trade you ze map for tu zafety, oui?" The man, obviously scared to death of the whole situation, stammered something incomprehensible, then nodded and stood. Claude herded him out the back door, and into the bar's storage shed. "Now hand me ze map, then bar the door behind you. I stay out here and fight." The man complied. Claude picked up a thick tree branch, and shoved it into the handle of the shed door, so that it could not be opened from the inside. The shed was blazing before he reached the tavern again.

Three more men died by Claude's epee before he reached Captain Blacksoul. "I have la carte, the map." He reported simply, before walking towards the bar door.