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| Topic Started: 24 Apr 2007, 05:05 PM (391 Views) | |
| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:05 PM Post #1 |
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Originally posted by James 'Jimmy' Dougal. Jimmy Dougal sat nursing a hefty bottle of Rum in the Bunch of Grapes. By his left hand was a quill and a torn piece of paper, a few unintelligable scribbles bleeding across the page. He was attempting to write out a game plan involving his ascent to the top, but he once again got distracted by the rum and the prostitutes, which seemed to be the story of his life. The fact was, Dougal was a laughing stock, and until recently, everyone knew it but him. He needed to shape up. Sure, he delivered rum to the needy of Tortuga, for which he believe himself to be a hero, but that wasn't enough these days. These days, you needed to put Marine Officers' heads on pikes on your deck and wiggle them around when you come into port for everyone to see. Jimmy wasn't a wiggler. Tapping his fingers on the glass bottle, he wondered if it was the right thing to do to post an advert in the pub. Bunch of Grapes was pretty much reserved for the pirates who had no desire to fight, sail, or really do anything more than being comatose within the premise. And so, he waited. He waited for potential crewmates, yes, but most of all, he was waiting for Kate Rookwood, the bane of the manager's existence. He knew there was nothing worse than a female pirate. But he also knew there was nothing that could benefit him more than a desperate female pirate. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:06 PM Post #2 |
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Originally posted by andy. Upon hearing that Jimmy wanted to see her, Kate knew exactly what it was about. Every so often, he'd come into port and offer her the position of Resident Whore on his ship, which would often entice her to knee him between the legs and cut off contact. However, this particular summons had promise to it. She had heard that Dougal was looking for an actual crew, to raise his lot in life or something along the lines, and if he was actually asking her to be a part of it, he must have been serious. She could easily take advantage of this. Bunch of Grapes was easily the saddest of pirate institutions. It was the earliest form of psychiatry. Everywhere you looked was a beaten up, run down man, the world against him. There were many sleeping bodies on the floor, many of them curled around a bottle as though it were a precious child's plaything. Kate made a point out of stomping on the floor as she made it to the bar. Nearly every dozer woke up with a start, only to wither back to their seats for another shot. She noisily threw herself into the seat beside Jimmy, and stole his bottle. "Here's the thing, Jim." she said conspiratorialy, "If this is a wind up, I'll be cutting off more than words with you, savvy?" She didn't wait for a response. "If you're wanting a crew, you know my conditions. I won't be doing anything less than captain." |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:06 PM Post #3 |
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Originally posted by James 'Jimmy' Dougal. By the time Jimmy registered that Kate had actually showed up, he could hardly take the fact that she had actually considered his proposal. He and Kate had experienced, let's say, a rocky relationship, perhaps more than he had thought considering the fact she threatened his genitals more often than he would have liked. And then she brought up her condition. He knew, deep down, that she would want captain and woudln't allow anything else, but he had hoped that she might settle for first mate. Or resident whore. "Yeah, I know your conditions..." he said in a gravely tone. He took back his rum, and took a long swig. He cleared his throat. "The thing is, I'm the captain of my ship. It's my ship. How would it seem to people if I wasn't the captain of my own ship? I'm enough of a joke, Kate, I don't need to be answering to a psychotic brasser, no offence." Her expression suggested there was, in fact, offense, but he carried on. "So here's what I suggest:," he began, making a desperate plea that would only come from someone in his situation, "We can come to some understanding... half and half, equal partners... that's as far as I'm willing to go." |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:07 PM Post #4 |
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Originally posted by andy. She gave him a long, withering look. Like she was supposed to actually say yes to such a thing...? It was almost an insult, no, it was definitaley an insult to be equals with Jimmy. He may not have known that, but he was pretty much the bottom rung of the latter if there ever was one. But then again, she had to get out. She couldn't spend one more day in the pub, wasting away, letting her talents go down the train. Kate knew deep down that she was desperate. Not desperate enough to take anything below captain, but desperate enough to accept this bizzare idea. She was dying on land. "Right." she muttered begrudgingly, "Fine." Jimmy looked floored, seriously surprised that she had accepted the position, let alone left the threats out of it. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, slamming his fist on the table. He would finally have his crew, "Now, I've got the best first mate-" "No." Kate interrupted, "We're using my first mate." There was a pause. "Um... it's common knowledge you killed your first mate, are you just being macabre?" Jimmy asked. Kate raised an eyebrow. "Macabre? English, man, speak English!" she insisted, "And no, I don't mean him. His name is Ruben, and he's a bit of a lass, but he'll do... I think. I actually just met him, I have no idea." She looked around the dusty bar, trying to pick out worthwhile crew members. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:07 PM Post #5 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. Ordinarily, he would not be seen anywhere near an establishment such as the Bunch of Grapes. Not when there were plenty of livelier taverns with a good deal more in the way of entertainment. The Scotsman scowled over his shoulder at the three Dutchmen trailing along behind him, staring in wide-eyed wonder at everything around them. If it weren't for those three, he could be enjoying a pint or two of rum and the company of a whore, with the promise of a tavern-wide brawl afterward. But nooo, he thought sourly. The three foreign sailors wouldn't last more than a minute in the places Samuel preferred. He had been directed to the depressingly calm tavern called Bunch of Grapes by a half-sober sailor near the docks. Upon sighting the place, Samuel's spirits sank. The Dutchmen appeared thoroughly enthralled by the tavern, however, and immediately began jabbering at each other in their funny language as they entered. Annoyed without having a real reason for it, Samuel led them over to an empty table and waved a barmaid over. "Four tankards o' rum, lass," he told her, feeling a twinge of disappointment when he noted how slim the barmaid was. Not nearly round enough for his liking. As she bustled away to fill his order, the Scotsman looked around the tavern. Other than all the passed-out drunks, draped over tables or sprawled on the dirty floor, there weren't many patrons. Other than the man and woman sitting together at a table, appearing absorbed in some sort of conversation. Samuel gave the woman a momentary study but decided that she didn't meet his standards either and turned his gaze back to the tankard of rum that had just been placed before him. "Cheers, lads," he said as he lifted the tankard and touched it against the Dutchmen's. Maybe he could get the three of them drunk enough that they'd stay here, leaving him free to pursue his own amusement. A slight grin lifted the corner of his mouth. He could hope, anyway. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:08 PM Post #6 |
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Originally posted by Ruben Velazquez. The Bunch of Grapes had little to offer Ruben aside from a quiet place to sit and read and write. He sometimes took his students there to teach them as well, though usually only the male ones. There were only a couple of those anyway. The female ones almost always had their lessons in his house, where it was much more private. So, today Ruben was going in there to write and enjoy a bit of rum. It helped to get out of the house to write, see the driveling masses at their best. Hopefully someday he could go somewhere a little more inspiring than the streets of Tortuga in order to write. For now the Bunch of Grapes would have to do. He ambled inside and motioned for some rum from the barmaid before taking a seat in a corner. He didn't lift a brow or even glance at the other patrons in the bar, since usually the ones who frequented that particular tavern were quiet and drowning their sorrows. Rarely did a fight or even raised voices occur in this place. Ruben pulled out his latest manuscript and set up a quill and ink stand on the table. He began editing and adding and subtracting from his current tale, taking no notice in anyone but the barmaid, and then he only gave her a smile as she gave him his bottle. His current tale was sure to be his most challenging, since it focused on Katelyn Rookwood, and he had to find a way to make her likeable. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:08 PM Post #7 |
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Originally posted by andy. She was excited to see new people come in, at least one of which she found suitable for her nonexistent crew. Kate was close to approaching one of them, but she was even more thrilled to see her new first mate enter the Bunch of Grapes. "Oh, that's him!" she told Jimmy, nudging his shoulder and pointing to the engrossed young man. "Can he lift... things?" Jimmy asked speculatively. It was true, Ruben didn't really look like a sailor. He was an artist, Kate had chalked him up as such. But he had the maps, he had the brains, and therefor, he had her attention. "Oi!" she yelled across the room, most of the heads turning towards her. She motioned frantically at Ruben. "Oi, Ruben! Lad!" As though it was possible he didn't hear her, she quickly got up from her barstool and quickly jumped over a passed out man to go and sit across from the object of her calling. "Ruben, lad," she said, excitedly, but attempting to keep it under the hum of the pubs circulations. "Those maps... I need those maps... and um, you're my first mate, but other than that, maps would be nice, ta." |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:09 PM Post #8 |
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Originally posted by Rhett Morgan. So this was it... Tortuga... disgusting place really, but what did he expect? Rumours and stories were right, as Rhett walked through the town he saw nothing but pirates and what could be outlaws... wenches and the likes too. And he couldn't very well just begin killing them all, this wasn't safe territory when you were a man like Rhett himself. If he began killing some, they'd probably just figure it out and begin hunting him, and that wouldn't be very much fun. No, it had to be somewhere quiet, somewhere... that they didn't like much either, but they came there anyway. There he could start. But where was 'there' at? He leaned against a wall, listening to the people walking by and heard talk of a place called Bunch of Grapes several times. It did sound like the right place, and there were even rumours about one pirate looking for crew. One pirate looking for more pirates to terrorize the seas, to kill and plunder and ravage good and honest people's ships. Rhett couldn't have that, just thinking of doing piracy should be a crime. Which was why he now left his wall again, to find the place. Finally he stood in front of a door and a torn sign, raising an eyebrow because the place really looked like it belonged to the lowest of the low. He ran a hand through his hair and entered the place, looking around for a place to sit. Near the door was a free chair and table, and he sat down there. A barmaid came to take his order, but he waved her away. Rhett then leaned back in his chair to take a closer look at the people here. The sleeping scum didn't catch his interest. The woman however caught his eyes, of course she did. He listened more closely, as she spoke to a younger gent. Maps? What maps... and first mate? Was she the pirate looking for crew, or was it that somewhat older man sipping alone in the corner? He took a breath in, thinking about what would be the best way to get to these pirates. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:10 PM Post #9 |
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Originally posted by Ruben Velazquez. Ruben was scratching out a badly written sentence (which was turning into a badly written paragraph), when suddenly someone called out his name. He jerked in surprise, since he hadn't thought anyone was there who knew him aside from the barmaid. Glancing around the pub his dark eyes easily picked out the person who had called him, for she was stalking right over to him. He blinked when she stopped in front of him, and it took him a few moments to recognize her. It was the infamous Kate Rookwood, a bit cleaned up from their last encounter but still as crusty and salty as any other pirate in Tortuga. However given that last encounter, he was puzzled as to her strange excitement. He didn't think she was capable of any sort of positive emotion. Of course the problem would lie in what she was excited about. "Those maps... I need those maps... and um, you're my first mate, but other than that, maps would be nice, ta." Ruben placed his quill down and dribbled some drying powder over the wet ink before looking up into the woman's face. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs and folded his hands on his lap. This was certainly a strange and very sudden turn of events. His mind wasn't completely grasping it to begin with. "The maps are one thing," he said, his voice even and steady despite his inner confusion. "Those I can easily give you for a fee. However I don't remember signing up to join your shipless crew." |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:10 PM Post #10 |
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Originally posted by andy. "The maps are one thing. Those I can easily give you for a fee. However I don't remember signing up to join your shipless crew." She rolled her eyes and leaned across the table, perhaps a bit annoyed that she had to explain things. Kate was very fond of the idea of mind-reading. "Not shipless anymore!" she said excitedly, "We'll be sailing on the- um..." Kate arched her back so she was looking at Jimmy, who in turn was between his rum and the barmaid. "Jim! What's your ship called?" she asked loudly enough for the entire bar to hear. Dougal smiled and proudly replied, "The Jennifer!" A crestfallen look came across Rookwood's face as he related the name. Her eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. "No way in hell I'm sailing in a ship called the 'Jennifer', Dougal." "It's named for me mum!" "I don't care if it's named for the bloody Pope, you're changing it." "It says it on the side and everything!" "What about... the 'Bloody Jennifer' or something like that..." "You trying to kill of me mum now?" Kate turned back to Ruben, an exhasperated look on her face. "We'll be sailing on the... to be determined." she concluded, "And as for your maps, I can't pay anything to ya now, but as a member of the crew, you'll obviously be gettin' some sort of amount of the intake..." |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:11 PM Post #11 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. OOC - It's not much, but with how quickly folks are posting, it's the best I could do on the spot. IC - There was a sudden outbreak of activity in the tavern, and Samuel shifted in his chair to see who was making such noise. The woman had gone to join another lad at a different table, though she had decided to call back across the tavern to the man she had left. Something to do with a ship. Samuel quirked a grin. What sort of sailing ship was named Jennifer? He glanced at the Dutchmen but they were busy conversing amongst themselves. Shrugging, Samuel pushed back his chair and rose, taking his tankard with him. Even with a laughable name, any ship that was in need of crew was of interest to him. "Pe'mission t'sit?" The Scotsman asked of the man who had been left by himself. It appeared that he was the one in charge, though he sure lacked the appearance of a captain. "From the sound o' it, yer lookin' fer crew." Without waiting to be granted leave to do so, Samuel dropped himself into a chair. His request for permission had been a hollow attempt at formality and he figured that pirates didn't hold to such things anyway. He needed work, having drawn his wages from the ship that had born him and his Dutchmen here. Somebody had to keep those lads in food, they ate more than anyone Samuel had ever seen. Besides, what captain worth his salt would pass up the chance to take four able sailors aboard? |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:11 PM Post #12 |
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Originally posted by Ruben Velazquez. Ruben couldn't hide his surprise when Kate announced she finally had a ship. He followed her eyes to look at the man on the other side of the bar, and he didn't look to be in the best of shape either. The writer took a swig of his rum as the woman and the man exchanged a dialogue to reveal their dissimilar opinions on the name of the boat. It certainly didn't seem like a harmonious combination. "We'll be sailing on the... to be determined." she concluded, "And as for your maps, I can't pay anything to ya now, but as a member of the crew, you'll obviously be gettin' some sort of amount of the intake..." He meticulously pulled his fake glasses from his face and looked down at them as he thought. "Usually when I give a map to someone they give me something in return for collateral, but I don’t imagine you would have anything of value." Ruben looked up at her again, fiddling with the spectacles. He hadn't been on a ship for a while, and perhaps a bit of adventure would help his small writer's block crack. Following the heroine of his story would probably be a good idea as well, since he couldn't very well end the tale with her being left in a drunken stupor on the floor of a tavern. "How was it that I came to being the first-mate?" he said with a smirk. "And, aside from that, who's the captain of the ship?" Ruben glanced over to the man Kate had spoken to and nodded his head in his direction. "Who's that? Your dearly beloved? Actually romance is what every story needs, if even just a bit of it...." |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:12 PM Post #13 |
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Originally posted by andy. "How was it that I came to being the first-mate? And, aside from that, who's the captain of the ship? Who's that? Your dearly beloved? Actually romance is what every story needs, if even just a bit of it...." Once again, Kate had to stop herself from doing something rash. It had been implied a million times over that she and Jimmy had an 'understanding', but that understanding only went about as far as her not killing him in exchange for the occasional free rum. "That," she said sternly and through her teeth, "Would be Jimmy Dougal, head of the rum cartel, and no, not any 'romantic interest', so if you'll be wanting that for your story, you'd be quicker to set yerself up with one of them there sailors and call it a day." She noticed that Jimmy was conversing with a sailor, and hoped he was asking him proper questions. She didn't want any lollygaggers on her ship. "Secondly, I'm captain, and Jimmy is slightly less captain." she explained, "And you're first mate because it was between you and some know-for-nothing brasser Jimmy's got set up and frankly, you have what we need, and I don't got anything you need, so what say we call it a business venture?" |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:12 PM Post #14 |
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Originally posted by James 'Jimmy' Dougal. Jimmy had a set look of defeat on his face when the sailor came over. Kate had not only declared herself captain, but also pretty much renamed his ship. He had no way to assert himself without getting certain appendages removed, so he just sat and sipped his rum, and hoped someone would know what they were doing. "From the sound o' it, yer lookin' fer crew." He looked up at the sailor, happy that at least someone had enlisted his opinion. "Why, yes, I am." he said arrogantly, nearly falling off his stool. He should his head of the dizzies. "Ever work on a pirate ship before, lad?" |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:13 PM Post #15 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. Nodding at the question and choosing to ignore the expression of arrogance on the man's face, Samuel answered, "Aye, once before. Been with the Navy fer a coupla years 'fore that." That alone was it's form of piracy, he had decided. The Navy, for all its blustering about upholding the laws of the King, did a fair job of ignoring them when it suited best. He signalled the barmaid for another tankard and leaned back in his chair, letting his long limbs dangle carelessly. "Wot sorta work needs doin' 'fore uppin' anchor?" Samuel asked, feeling sure that any ship named Jennifer had to be in poor repair. He and the Dutchmen would set anything right in short order, he thought, for, despite their seemingly-bottomless stomachs and funny language, they were diligent workers. And he, with his experience, knew well what should be aboard any ship. He smirked at the barmaid when she delivered his drink, choosing to at least let the lass think he was interested. Such affectations tended to improve service, particularly if the barmaid was younger and more easily impressed. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:13 PM Post #16 |
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Originally posted by Ruben Velazquez. "That," she said, "Would be Jimmy Dougal, head of the rum cartel, and no, not any 'romantic interest', so if you'll be wanting that for your story, you'd be quicker to set yerself up with one of them there sailors and call it a day." Ruben smiled and held up his hands in defeat. Now that Kate was back to being surly, he felt more at ease in her presence. It had been unnerving for her to be happy. "All right, all right, no offense meant, milady. It's just good to know the relationships of people so that such offenses are kept from an embarrassing public scene." "Secondly, I'm captain, and Jimmy is slightly less captain." she explained, "And you're first mate because it was between you and some know-for-nothing brasser Jimmy's got set up and frankly, you have what we need, and I don't got anything you need, so what say we call it a business venture?" Realizing she would probably lop off one of his heads right then and there if he refused, Ruben largely considered joining. He was growing a little bit bored and needed to get out, plus he also needed to get some money to send back to his family. It had been a while since his last payment, and he hadn't heard back from them in a long time either. Hopefully everything was all right. He cleared his face of any troubled expression that might have lingered and then smiled at Kate. "All right then, Lady Kate, I suppose I'll join you after all. Any particular quest in mind or just general, all purpose plundering? I'll need to know what maps to bring without bringing everything." |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:14 PM Post #17 |
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Originally posted by Rhett Morgan. So the pirates didn't seem to want to hide themselves - of course they wouldn't, this was Tortuga and this was a place for the lowest of the low. Why would they fear anything in here? Rhett smiled to himself, listening to the conversation between the woman apparantly named Kate, another pirate named Jim and a few younger gents. He felt that Kate was the one he needed to keep a close eye on... not that she attracted him in any way, she was a pirate, clearly older than him and definetly more weathered. There were no young, beautiful women in here - which was for once a good thing, he thought to himself. He still wasn't sure how to approach them - should he simply volunteer for that crew they were seeking, or should he just follow them. Or kill them right away? He let a hand run down to touch the cutlass by his side. It hadn't been in touch with blood for far too long. He would have to change that soon. The barmaid came over again... "Sure ye don' wan' sometin' ta drink?" she said with a little grin looking at him, she clearly fancied him. Of course she did, but she was nothing to him. But it did seem strange, that he didn't drink - didn't it? "If you have some ale, I wouldn't be displeased if you brought it here." he finally replied and she ran out to get it. Women... too easy sometimes, and women like this one simply didn't catch his interest. The pirate woman did catch his interest, but only because she was a pirate - and encouraging others to plunder and kill too... how could one encourage such behaviour? He shook his head and waited for the barmaid to return. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:14 PM Post #18 |
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Originally posted by James 'Jimmy' Dougal. "Aye, once before. Been with the Navy fer a coupla years 'fore that." Jimmy arched an eyebrow. He knew Kate would have something to say about this guy being in the Navy, but as he was wont to do, he ignored that little voice in his head, and decided it was OK. Who knows, maybe he knew some sort of magical naval secrets. "Wot sorta work needs doin' 'fore uppin' anchor?" He couldn't help but feel he needed a decoder ring to talk to this kid. Jimmy barely spoke english, let alone whatever the hell this guy was talking at him. After a moment of thinking, he came to the conclusion he was asking about what had to be done before they left. "Jenny's in good shape," he said proudly, "No work needed. Just a crew. You and yer, um, friends... you in?" |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:15 PM Post #19 |
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Originally posted by andy. "All right then, Lady Kate, I suppose I'll join you after all. Any particular quest in mind or just general, all purpose plundering? I'll need to know what maps to bring without bringing everything." She smiled a smile that suggested she hadn't done it in a while. "Haven't given that any thought, lad," she replied, pausing to take a gulp of her bottle, "Need a crew 'fore any of that... Yer the one with the maps, anyway. What's out there that needs plundering?" Kate herself was fond of sea serpants. Jimmy was more of a Singapore pirate attack kind of guy. Everyone had their own particular adventure in mind, but none of them had the means except for Ruben. He'd have to navigate them, like it or not. Most of them weren't sober enough to point to North, anyway. Kate, like a certain pirate we all know and love, also had a compass that didn't work. Only difference was she banged hers on a rock and messed up the polarity. Only place it would get her was the opposite direction of where she wanted to be. She made a mental note to get a working compass. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:15 PM Post #20 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. No work needed? He'd have to see the ship for himself now, no sailing vessel was ever not in need of a little setting right before sailing. Samuel nodded and took a swallow from his tankard of rum. It didn't matter anyway, work was work, and he needed some. "Aye, me an' the lads are in. Yer gonna 'ave t'pardon them, a bit, they ain't top at speakin' English." That much was more than true, and was substantiated only a moment after he'd spoken by a somewhat loud burst of laughter and a quick rattle of the Dutchmen's funny language. Shrugging to show nonchalance, Samuel set down his tankard. "They're good 'ands anyway. I don't go noplace wivvout 'em." The Scotsman regarded the other man, the so-called captain, appraisingly, wondering how much, if anything, the man knew about ships and sailing. He got the feeling that his arrival with his Dutch sailors had been an enormous stroke of luck. No other sailors would willingly join such a strange crew, if it could even be called that. If on'y the lads was 'ere, Samuel thought, knowing that, were this meeting taking place on Port Royal, they'd have already tossed this fellow onto the street. Being out of the Navy meant he couldn't be choosy about the ships he worked on. This Jennifer had better be a well-founded vessel or Samuel wouldn't set foot on her. An eyebrow lifted over one eye, and he entertained a thought that had just come to him. "Wot sorta ship d'ya got, anyway? Two-masted sloop, or some uvver sorta rig?" It never occurred to him that the man might not understand him, he was too used to conversing with other sailors. He'd flounder badly if he was asked to explain himself, for he knew no other language than that of sailing men. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:16 PM Post #21 |
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Originally posted by Ruben Velazquez. "Haven't given that any thought, lad," she replied, pausing to take a gulp of her bottle, "Need a crew 'fore any of that... Yer the one with the maps, anyway. What's out there that needs plundering?" Ruben ran a hand through his thick black hair, looking off to the side to think. Then he realized it probably wasn't his place to say anything to the captain anyway, especially one as temperamental as Kate. He looked back at her as he began shifting his papers in order. "That's not for me to say, Captain. Our course is up to you, but I can tell you the routes when we get to wherever you want to go." He stood and packed up all his papers, sliding them into a small shoulder bag. Once his supplies were packed as well, he glanced over toward the man Kate had motioned to and saw another man talking to him. Well, not really a man...more like a boy in comparison to many others there, but not exactly a child. Ruben tilted his head curiously as he placed his glasses back on his nose. "Looks like your co-captain is recruiting someone else as we speak. What is your companion's name, anyway?" he asked. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:17 PM Post #22 |
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Originally posted by Rhett Morgan. Rhett turned his head quickly when he noticed the man 'Kate' had been talking to stand. He narrowed his eyes, were they leaving? Then he'd know what to do, follow them, catch them in a dark ally and kill them. No, not before he had a decent fight, but it wouldn't be long considering the fact that they were pirates... "Your drink sir... hope ye like it..." a voice interrupted his thoughts and he stared at the barmaid placing the mug with ale in front of him. She backed away when she saw his face. "Anything wrong sir...?" she asked, actually looking at bit scared. Rhett hated to be interrupted, especially when he was making plans for how to kill someone. He liked to think up the entire scene in his mind, before actually playing it out. So he would be entirely sure about what to do, and that nothing went wrong. And this barmaid... "Yes... you want to know what's wrong?" he said to her, his voice smooth, a smirk on his face. He reached out for her, grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him - she gasped as he did so, when she was suddenly so close to him. He pulled her down on his lap, as if he would be nice to her, and kissed her neck then whispering to her ear; "You, my dear... you're wrong..." the knife in his sleeve was triggered and she felt the cold blade against her back. She looked at him, frightened but curious. He pushed her off his lap again, hiding the knife where it belonged. "So if you'd just stop bothering me... we'll all live happily ever after?" he said to her in a normal voice and she nodded, then hurried away into some room in the back. Rhett leaned back in his chair, hoping for someone more pretty to sleep with later. Now where was he? Right, the plan to kill the pirates... |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:17 PM Post #23 |
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Originally posted by Nocturnal Entity. Riotous laughter burst from a table populated by street urchins. Neither pirates nor pickpockets, they lived mostly as beggars. An assertive few occasionally attached themselves to unsuspecting parties claiming to be useful for odd jobs and such. The victims usually shoved money their way just to be rid of the dingy ne’er do-wells. Any “earnings” were spent on booze at the nearest tavern. Gretchen Van Der Lee quickly found herself welcome among the group of misfits who, like her, had nothing else better to do. Already tipsy, she clanked tankards with her new friends and took a healthy swig. She loudly swallowed, slammed the tankard onto the table, and pushed away a few frizzy blonde strands of hair. Her blue eyes, bleary and bloodshot, gazed up at the sudden surge in patronage. This tavern usually never saw such activity. At one table, a group of lively men exchanged words in a language the street urchin had not heard since childhood. She became quite familiar with the Dutch language, vulgarities in particular, while living with her ill-tempered and outspoken grandmother. Through the veil of alcoholic stupor and a hazy memory, she understood only a few words from the Dutchmen. At another table, a shady-looking man studied the crowd alone. He looked like he needed a friend, but Gretchen knew better than to get involved with people who might harbor anger issues. Her attention then turned elsewhere when she caught wind of “maps” in a discussion between a man and the only other female who was not a barmaid. The pair seemed unlikely associates. One was a kempt intellectual and the other a scruffy free spirit. At the bar, two men appeared to be steeped in their own important conversation. All this “talking” made Gretchen suspicious and a little unnerved. In her opinion, the only “talking” allowed in a tavern was drunken banter in a dialect one could understand – an obscene one, of course. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:18 PM Post #24 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. With Samuel absent from their table, the three Dutchmen found themselves free to drink and talk as they pleased, without fear of sharp words of irritation from the Scotsman, who didn't understand their language. The eldest of the three, a burly fellow who called himself Jan, was already on his third tankard of rum and growing more animated and voluble as the alcohol took hold. His companions found his comments highly amusing and insisted on him having more rum. The encouragement wasn't well-advised, but Jan was hardly of a mind to refuse and quickly drained a fourth tankard without so much as batting an eye. "Come, dance!" The sailor called at the barmaid, not paying mind to the fact that she was just hurrying away from a table, at which sat a single man. To his disappointment, however, the barmaid didn't pause or even acknowledge that she'd heard him. Pouting for a moment, Jan looked down at his empty tankard. His companions were quick to offer him what little was left from their own drinking vessels and with the extra swallows in him, he felt it was time for a dance. Staggering to his feet, he grinned at his mates and launched into a stumbling attempt at a jig. The dance lasted only a few seconds, for his feet quickly tangled together and he fell to the floor in a giggling heap. His mates scrambled to help him up, joining with him in the awkward jig until Jan again fell, this time onto a slumbering drunk on the floor near their table. The drunk came awake with a curse and lurched to his feet, peering blearily around for the cause of the interruption of his sleep. He spotted Jan, as the Dutchman was using a chair to pull himself upright, and wasted little time employing his fists. The amusement came immediately to an end and Jan's companions leapt at the drunk with the noble intention of helping, though both were grossly inexperienced brawlers. They were handily knocked sprawling, one of them tumbling with a surprised yelp over a table. Jan gingerly touched his nose, winced, then his face darkened angrily. From his position on the floor, he grabbed the drunk by the shins and pulled the man's legs out from under him and was quick to pull himself astraddle the man. Though more drunk than he'd ever been in his life, he managed to land several blows to the man's face before he was dislodged and received a pummelling in return. "Shite," Samuel said when he twisted round in his chair as the ruckus started. He was on his feet in an instant and vaulting over an overturned chair at the red-faced drunk, who was kicking at Jan even as Samuel crashed into him. The two tumbled onto another table and rolled onto the floor, Samuel taking hold of the drunk's shirt collar and using it to hammer the man's head against the floor. He had no idea what had started the fight, but that didn't matter. It was a fight! |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:18 PM Post #25 |
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Originally posted by Rhett Morgan. Rhett didn't pay much attention to what was going on, before what seemed to be drunk pirates had turned into drunk pirates fighting each other. He sighed, this was just never going to work! He should just have stayed at sea, why go ashore when being a pirate hunter was so much more easy when the pirates could be trapped on what would be their own floating coffin? Now things turned worse - they tumbled into tables, waking up everyone, things were knocked over and when one chair fell from another table to Rhetts, and his ale suddenly lay on the floor, he had enough. He didn't even want that drink, but he paid for it and now it was of no use at all. A young lad was involved, and there was something familiar about him. No, not about him, but... the way he spoke, the way he had pronounced the word 'shite'. Another Scotsman, in Tortuga! And he'd sunk low, mingling with pirates searching for crew. Rhett was born there and grew up there, in Scotland, but very few people could tell today. Since he planned to become more than his parents, he had also been doing his best to throw off that highland dialect. He stood up pulling his cutlass, staring at the brawl unfolding before him. He wasn't great with fist-fighting, he always preferred blades. And it was more than just a small fight now, it had evolved quickly. Pirates, he rolled his eyes and jumped into it. He had to find out who that young Scotsman was, and if he was knocked out too much... it'd be too late. It appeared that the pirates hadn't expected a cutlass to be involved, and since this was a place for the lower pirates they scurried away. Soon he stood over the young lad, who had not seen him and just kept fighting the other pirate. Killing the other would make them want to kill Rhett, so he simply touched the man with the tip of his blade. "Stop this... now..." he said with a cold superior voice, hoping they'd get the message. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:19 PM Post #26 |
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Originally posted by andy. The fight was both surprising and rather poorly done, as it was the Bunch of Grapes, and there wasn't a real fighter among them. Kate was about to answer Ruben's question when hell broke loose, and she frowned as she watched the sorry display. These men were better at flipping over tables than they were at remembering their own names. Everything was scattered about into various corners of the pub, including barmaids and wenches. Jimmy quickly brought himself over to Ruben and Kate, who were watching with surprise and boredom if ever those two feelings were to meet. "'Lo, lads," Jimmy addressed them, "How's yer luck?" Kate shrugged off the 'lad' comment and motioned to Ruben. "This is Ruben Velsomethingorother... he's first mate." Jimmy extended a friendly handshake, always happy to find Kate wasn't bringing more terrifying women onto the ship. The meeting was cut short, however, when it seemed a dunerhead of a man had gone into the fight brandished with a cutlass. The room went silent, as everyone watched this mystery man, and waited for him to gut the poor lad. "Stop this... now." he said coldly. Now it seemed he wasn't even involved in the initial fight- Jimmy and Kate decided he was one of those no fun types. "Aw, finish him off, Boyo." she said enthusiastically. Jimmy quickly tugged on her shoulder. "Aaaactually," he said, slightly nervous, "That one belongs to us..." Rolling her eyes, she looked down at the victim, and appraised him. He had to have been a sailor. This wasn't the sort that Kate would have killed off without considering it somewhat of a waste. She stepped forward, hand on the hilt of her sword, Jimmy following closely. "Alright, this one's on my watch.... apparently..." she said, turning to glare at Jimmy briefly before turning back to Samuel and the other pirates, "Let's not be doing anything foolish. Why don't everyone just sit down, and Jimmy will buy ya all a round." |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:20 PM Post #27 |
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Originally posted by Ruben Velazquez. Ruben waited for an answer from Kate, but then realized none was forthcoming. Her attention had been diverted toward the small brawl breaking out in the tavern. Ruben rolled his eyes and snapped shut his satchel. Bar fights were never anything he was interested in, being on the weaker side, and when they broke out he made sure to steer clear of them. He looked up at the man approaching them and realized it was the other captain. "This is Ruben Velsomethingorother... he's first mate." He rolled his eyes as he extended his hand for the shake. "Ruben Christopher Velazquez," he said, his voice dripping with a Spanish accent that usually only appeared when speaking his name. "Pleasure to meet you, sir," he said in his usual, English-inspired chirp. Along with everyone else, his attention turned to the brawl as it was abruptly interrupted by a rather fierce individual. He didn't look like so many of the other half-hearted pirates in the tavern, and his ferocity made him very out of place in the Bunch of Grapes. Ruben couldn't help but frown at him, especially when he appeared to be about to kill the boy who'd been talking to Jimmy earlier. Ruben stayed at his table even as Kate ambled up with her own cutlass and tried to intervene. The writer had absolutely no intention of joining this fight, and if it got out of hand he was prepared to skedaddle right out of the tavern. Kate was somewhat of a nice lass and the idea of adventure was appealing, but overall he still wanted to keep his hide together first and foremost. |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:20 PM Post #28 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. The noticeably sharp point of the sword pricked against his back and he paused, giving the drunk a brief respite from the pounding he had been administering. His expression stiffened when he looked up at the man holding the sword, more annoyed than afraid. The sword was a single-edged weapon and Samuel shifted into a kneeling position, his hand coming to rest on the unsharp part of the blade. In his experience, the fellows who drew blades first in a brawl were the weaker fighters. He wore a sword himself but saw no reason to draw it for a simple thrashing. If that blackguard wanted to play with dangerous pointy objects, however, Samuel would be more than happy to oblige him. "Put that 'way, wot d'ya fink this is?" The Scotsman shoved the blade away and got to his feet, ignoring the approach of the woman he had spotted when he entered the tavern. He couldn't, however, ignore her comments. On her watch? His nose wrinkled. What place did a woman have claiming such things? He agreed grudgingly with her assertion that stupid actions were unnecessary, even though he would have gladly taken that bold swordsman on. Curling his lip at the interloper, Samuel turned his back on the man and moved to help the Dutchmen pick themselves up off the floor. From what little he had seen, the trio had not acquitted themselves well at all. More proof that he couldn't let them anywhere near a properly rowdy tavern. "I'll take anuvver round, if one's bein' offered. This sorry 'scuse fer a fight needs forgettin'." |
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| Brendan | 24 Apr 2007, 05:21 PM Post #29 |
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Originally posted by Rhett Morgan. He noticed how everything went silent, people hadn't expected him to draw a cutlass in a place like this. But someone had to stop the brawl, and apparently it worked. The pirate woman, Kate, stepped forward and he saw the hand on her sword. She actually planned to fight him? But of course, she didn't know him. "Alright, this one's on my watch.... apparently..." "On your watch? You should watch better out for him then." Rhett said, annoyed that it was a woman who had decided to stop him - and annoyed that he had been stopped. And that she now turned away, suggesting they all sat back and drank. Pirates, all they could think about was rum - and how to get more gold, to buy more rum. "Put that 'way, wot d'ya fink this is?" He turned his head again, he had forgotten that his cutlass was pointed at someone. And the young Scotsman wasn't afraid it seemed! He simply showed the blade away, like it was nothing. Rhett was stunned and let the lad go, but followed him with his eyes and didn't put his cutlass away. Now he had it drawn, he would hate to put it back where it belonged and then find out he'd need it after all. Don't trust a pirate, do never trust a pirate. But he had already drawn far too much attention to himself, and had to remind himself he was among enemies. He couldn't afford to act so rash a second time. "So sorry for interrupting your happy little fight..." he said to the young Scotsman with a roll of his eyes, and then turned looking at Kate again. "...but I just hate when what I spent money on is wasted - don't you?" he nodded to his mug and the ale on the floor, he spent precious gold on that and he never got to drink any of it. A pirate would have to understand that... "So I'll have a new one, glad you already planned on buying me some again." |
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| Brendan | 30 Apr 2007, 03:57 AM Post #30 |
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Originally posted by andy. Kate didn't like Rhett's tone, but that wasn't exactly a new observation. She didn't really like anyone's tone. She'd find disrespect in everyone's voices, even if she had to make it up herself. he was determined to be the underappreciated hero sometimes. "Righto," she said, making no effort to hide her dislike, "You heard the man, Jimmy, get everyone a round." Jimmy begrudgingly went of. He was continually forgetting that he was the eternal supplier of one. It was the reason for half of his acquaintances. Jimmy was the assumed heir to the drug cartel, and until then, he was at least in charge of moving it from place to place, which meant pretty much every bottle in the Caribbean was in his possession at one time. It was both his blessing and his curse, and Jimmy had every right to make that as dramatic as possible. She turned to Ruben, though made sure Samuel and Rhett were still within view. All she knew about those two was that one of them was on her crew, and at least one was named Albert. "What was I saying?" she said, "Ah, yes... maps." |
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| Brendan | 30 Apr 2007, 03:58 AM Post #31 |
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Originally posted by Sean Brice. Sean smiled to himself as he spun the wheel of the ship, turning the Maiden starboard into the small bay in which Tortuga found itself. He was glad to be back in the Caribbean, that much was for sure. Too much time spent with the savages of Africa would drive a man mad, and he had come extraordinarily close more then once. But this was home, this place felt right. Not Tortuga, exactly, but the warm ocean of the Caribbean Sea. The nighttime water were a dark, clear blue, sending up foam as the small frigate cut through them. That stopped as the ship slowed, the crew stowing the sails as they drifted into port. The familiar sounds of Tortuga echoed through the night air, bringing another smile to his face. It had been entirely too long since he had been in the company of proper pirates. The Maiden anchored herself in the harbor, off to the side to avoid any unwanted attention, and the pirate captain split the crew into shifts, not wanting to have the risk of disgruntled men, nor leaving his ship untended. It was his pride and joy after all, and he wasn't about to let it sit all alone in the harbor. The crew heading to shore began preparing the longboats, and Sean found himself in one of the more rowdy ones. Normally, he would have insisted they retrain themselves, but, after all, they were desiring to be back in civilization as much as the Irish pirate captain was, if not more so. The longboat was rowed in what Sean had to assume was double time, resulting in a jolt as they hit the sandy beach shore. Sean waited until most of the men had already gotten out before stepping on shore himself. One of his men, the closest to being first mate on the Maiden walked over and gave Sean a smile. "Well, while the lads are gonna be out havin' fun, I suppose I'll be workin'. Gotta sell off our cargo, and whatnot." James' cockney accent was a little hard for Sean to follow at times, but he generally got the gist of the carpenter's meaning. "James, you're too old to really go shooting off your pistols through the streets or from the balcony of a whore house." Sean gave his friend a lopsided smile, a faint trace of his Irish birth seeping into his speech, "Besides, I'll be right there with you." "Oh, no you won't, cap'n." James grinned and started walking off before Sean could protest, "You're gonna go get yourself a bit of fun. See you in the mornin', Sean." Sean grumbled a little to himself, something about disrespecting rank, and straightened the dark blue embroidered jacket that he was wearing over his white shirt. After making sure his sword and pistol were easily accessible, knowing the towns reputation, and began making his way into Tortuga proper. After a few moments of walking, he came across a spot by the name of Bunch of Grapes, which seemed to be run down enough to not warrant the attention of his crew, or, more importantly, anyone who would recognize him. His former shipmates when he was a privateer might have turned pirate like he did, or might be looking to turn him into the Crown for doing so. There was also the matter of the Dark Maiden being a fairly well known pirate vessel along the African coast. He doubted that anyone would be in direct contact with the governing bodies there, but still. One could never be too careful. He walked into the pub, noticing the marks of a very recent scuffle, and glanced around at the inhabitants. He, unlike many of them, was not slouching in desperation, but standing as a captain rightfully should, which was probably a dead give away that he was a new arrival. No one really stood out to him, except a man standing with his sword drawn. Sean smiled a bit and stepped more fully into the tavern, "Missed a bit of fun, did I? Should come to Tortuga more often." He grabbed the arm of a flustered barmaid, giving her a charming smile as he put a coin in her hand, "Do us a favor and bring me a cup of rum, luv." |
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| Brendan | 30 Apr 2007, 03:58 AM Post #32 |
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Originally posted by Keegan McAllister. Ruben yawned during the entire interchange between Kate and the pirate with the sword. The one who had drawn his weapon was probably dangerous, so he would be sure to stay away from him. If he could. The boy on the ground seemed a bit headstrong, but considerably more stable than the swordsman. Kate's offer of a round of rum seemed to quiet things down, and she turned to him again about the maps. "Yes, maps. I'll get you the routes that you want, but I'm not going to bring every single one I have," he said, looking back at her and drumming his hands along the strap of his bag. "So I suppose you need some kind of plan, or at least an idea of where you'd like to go." He glanced to the side as yet another person entered the room and announced himself. Ruben didn't recognize him, so he paid him no mind and turned back to Kate. ooc: gnar! post bah! |
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| Brendan | 30 Apr 2007, 03:59 AM Post #33 |
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Originally posted by Samuel. OOC - Also a blah post. IC - Happy little fight? Samuel half-turned back toward the swordsman, a heartbeat away from planting his fist into the man's smug face. Who did that blackguard think he was, anyway? Suppressing his temper with an effort, the Scotsman pushed the three Dutchmen back toward their table. The more distant those three were from that bugger, the better. A visibly shaken barmaid came stumbling toward them bearing a tray of tankards and Samuel was quick to relieve her of the tray before she could drop it. It seemed brawls weren't common here. "Good lass," he said to the girl, slipping an extra coin into the top of her bodice as she made to hurry away again. Ignoring her startled stare, he set the heavy tray down on an undisturbed table and selected a tankard for himself. "Drink up then," was all he bothered to say, before winding his way toward the three Dutchmen. Whatever that other lot had to discuss, it held no interest to him, for he'd heard the word 'maps'. Maps, charts, and all that rubbish meant nothing to him. He handled sails and ropes, not parchment. Besides, if they really had need of him and his sailors, they would let him know. |
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| Brendan | 30 Apr 2007, 03:59 AM Post #34 |
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Originally posted by Rhett Morgan. He noticed how all people seemed to draw away from him... they probably had their reasons, and they probably didn't like him standing there with his sword. With a sigh he placed it back in the sheath, thinking he could always pull a knife if things were meant to get ugly again. He grabbed a mug from a barmaid coming by with a tray, and thought about where to go now. Just then, another pirate entered the place. Someone really ought to do something about this place! Rhett considered to go back to his ship, fetch some men and begin to clear Tortuga of pirates - but that seemed like a bad idea, Rhett didn't plan to die himself yet. He then went towards the table where the man he nearly killed had sat. "So, it appears I'm not the only Scotsman in Tortuga." he said with a grin on his face, and pulled a chair to sit down himself. Maybe there was still hope for this one... "I'm Morgan, and you? What do you do here, except for participating in brawls?" he really hoped the other had calmed down. Or perhaps not? Just a moment ago he had seemed very displeased with Rhett, and he halfway wanted to upset the other Scotsman again. A proper little fight with swords was so much better, than fistfighting. Rhett was never good at that, but if people gave him some sort of blade he would prove what was inside the others. |
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