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| Painting The Town {Mutiny}; The Docks/Street, Marines/Anyone | |
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| Topic Started: 4 Jan 2008, 02:26 AM (240 Views) | |
| Royal Navy & Marines | 4 Jan 2008, 02:26 AM Post #1 |
Master of Puppets
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OOC - Open to anybody.   IC - The jolly-boat bumped against the dock pilings as the bowman used his boathook to pull the craft close in. Men were scrambling up from the boat even as mooring lines were secured, their weapons clattering. O'Leary, a boatswain's mate, carried a musket and sword, and he led the way toward the street. The six seamen and four marines followed him readily, their faces alight with eagerness. Corporal Morse had told them to destroy whatever Company property they came across. They didn't need to be told twice. "C'mon lads!" Alban cried, having spotted a cart laden with crates that bore the EITC seal. The shore-party fell on the cart without hesitation and several seamen, having boarding axes, hacked apart the crates with whoops and cheers. O'Leary the boatswain's mate procured an unlit lantern from somewhere and dashed it against the splintered and broken crates. Somebody struck flint to steel and suddenly the lantern oil was burning, the flames swiftly engulfing the entire cart. "Find everythin' with the Company mark an' burn it!" O'Leary shouted. The seamen and marines cheered and scattered, driving what few civilians remained on the dock-street toward the nearest buildings. Several men raced toward the Number Eight dock, which the Company had taken over as their own. They overwhelmed the few guards there without difficulty and within minutes there was smoke rising skyward in lazily-drifting curls. Alban and McBride had teamed up to heave a pile of crates into the harbour, not knowing or caring was contained within them. The marines cheered as the last crate splashed into the water, then they went on down the street, looking for the next collection of offensive items that needed destroying. Somebody had set fire to the Harbourmaster's shack and the smoke from that blaze joined with the other columns of grey and black plumes, casting a haze over the entire waterfront. There were civilians joining the mutineers in their mission of destruction now, breaking windows and helping themselves to the wares of the various shops located along the street. With the loyalist forces ashore largely preoccupied elsewhere or already defeated, the mutineers on the docks had virtually no opposition as they carried on with setting fire to every piece of EITC property they found. Another storehouse was set ablaze, and the shouts of civilian and mutineer alike were ringing along the street. Alban paused to stuff a thick wedge of cheese into his mouth, then he kicked the barrel back into the merrily-burned storehouse from which he'd saved it. This was so much better than enduring another day under that damned tyrant St Montgomery! (Tag along with Alban and McBride when they go to help their mates with cornering the Company.) |
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| Royal Navy & Marines | 10 Jan 2008, 04:48 PM Post #2 |
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With marines and sailors dashing along the dock-street happily destroying virtually everything in their path, Proserpina's boatswain's mate couldn't have felt more pleased. They were putting a nice hole in the Company's power. Now a number of civilians were joining in, smashing open crates and overturning carts. They'd taken their cue from the mutineers and it was grand. O'Leary broke open the head of a cask and upended it, spilling its contents onto the street. "Look here, it's nothin' but salt-pork!" A dock-worker seized the cask and gave it heave, sending it squarely into the middle of a merrily-blazing drayman's cart. Whooping, O'Leary moved on toward the Number Six dock, where it was widely known that Company-friendly merchant ships made their moorings. To his delight, several big red-coats appeared from a side-street, wearing the tall caps that marked them out as soldiers. "C'mon lads, it's the bleedin' Army!" Several seamen cheered and surged toward the soldiers, brandishing pistols or cutlasses. O'Leary drew his cutlass and followed. The soldiers saw their danger and swung round to fire, but their shots were too hurried. With the seamen nearly on them, the soldiers ran for it. A pistol cracked and one of the red-coats fell onto his face. The sailors cheered again. "Leave 'em run, boys, there's more Company rubbish yet to be burnt!" O'Leary cried. His sailors abandoned their pursuit of the soldiers and followed the boatswain's mate toward the Six and Seven docks. Several men had acquired lanterns filled with oil and these were put to good use. The tinkling sound of shattering glass was heard all along the Seven dock as sailors and marines smashed the lanterns against anything they considered to be Company property. Shortly after such noise came the whisper of fire taking root in the lantern oil. Somebody howled a warning from farther down on the Six dock, then there was a great whoosh as flames swept over a two-masted merchant sloop. There were more cheers from the mutineers, who paused in their work to watch the spectacle. Pleased with his lads' work, O'Leary laughed as he broke open a barrel and pushed it into the harbour. The smoke from the burning sloop was quickly spreading all over the waterfront. Added in with the smoke from the smaller fires burning on the street, the haze was becoming thick and blinding. The sharp smell of burning tar was growing. "C'mon mates, here's another!" A pair of marines, working in concert with two sailors, had discovered a covered pile of crates, all bearing the EITC mark. They fell upon the wooden boxes with unrestrained delight and the entire lot was shortly hacked to splinters. Cheering at their success, the four men carried on down the Seven dock, joining O'Leary in hacking apart the mooring lines of a merchant brig. It was barely mid-morning, and the mutineers had already sacked half the waterfront. |
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