Roleplay Live : A Pirate’s Life.

Unlucky for Some

Players:
CharlotteCarrendar
EmpGeraltHellRise
ZymoticFury

CharlotteCarrendar: -As the cannon was fired from the Devil’s Mystery and aimed at the mast of the Royal Frigate, The Edith, scores of Redcoats came charging past, heading for the dock, but the Pirate ship was already picking up speed, sails out in full, catching the sea breezes and now leaving Port Royale. The Wharf Master slammed down his hat, but it was the Head of Guards, that ordered his men to stop firing at the departing ship. “DAMN THAT MOON!! His head will be on the block, I assure you, and for God is my witness.” Immediately he set about giving orders for the immediate repair of the ships main mast that rest upon the far end of the wharf. A major section of the timber palings were destroyed and two bodies floated in the murky waters. Watching all of this, over by a consignment of barrels due to be loaded on a ship bound for Portsmouth, was none other than the Wiley Captain O’Shay. One of the most devious female Pirate Captain’s that sailed the seven seas, and had stained it with the blood of the Spanish and most foul French. The evil temptress sneered from the shade of her hat, and then motioned her head towards one of her crew men. “And once again James evaded capture. Got himself a new lass too. WELL. We’ll see about that. You lot, let’s get our ship loaded with supplies, before they recognise the Neptune’s dagger.”- Gripping her skirts, she emerged from behind the barrels, but tried to keep out of the sight of the Redcoats. <3>

EmpGeraltHellRise: -Black Bellamy was docked at Port Royale hearing all the cannon fire and and watching the red coats across the dock ,and shrugged it off as he ready his crew to set sail to bring of a shipment of rum of to the Caribbean, As he barked orders off to the crew.- Aye maties! hoist them sails trim the bow lines! Put some back into it land lubbers! – He started to walk up the man deck on one right peg leg that he lost to cannon fire in a sea battle he looked over to see a far lass loading up a ship with her crew. He hollered over to her- ahoy me fare lass ye being needing a hand with that shipment loading.-At the same time he noticed a troop of red coats marching by her and stop and then blow the whistle to warn other troops for support and watched as they started to run toward her drawing weapons, Bellamy began to curse under his breath.-dam those red coats not on my watch.-he turned to his men and started to bark orders out-you men cut the archer and bow lines now! all men take up riffes and fire at the coats .-as the men did as ordered and fire rang out making the coats scattered across the dock he yelled to the lass.-hey my lass get going i will meet you out at see .just where does ye be going. <3>

CharlotteCarrendar: – Indeed, Captain O’Shay could use the extra hand of course, but with all the suspicion now aroused by the Port Authorities, Port Royale had become a dangerous place. With the RedCoats armed with the muskets, now marching up the docks, time was of the essence. But it was as Captain O’Shay was getting ready to go up onto her own ship, that another Captain sang out to her. “Ahoy me fare lass ye being needing a hand with that shipment loading?” Nice offer, and Captain O’Shay turned to look up at the Captain who was sporting a wooden leg. “Aye, but…I..” Sure enough, the RedCoats had recognised her, and one blew a whistle. “Curse and Blazes!” The Captain cried, as she ducked and weaved, while the crew on board the mysterious Captain’s ship opened fire on the RedCoats. “Ye Gods!” She screamed and made a dash for her ship. The Captain barely made it up his gang plank, skirts raised, her boots hitting the decking hard, as musket balls whizzed past her head. “SET SAIL…GET US OUT OF HERE, MISTER BEAMISH!” The first mate, Boatswain saluted and rallied the men, as it was pandemonium on the docks. But across it all she heard the other Captain shout. Hey my lass get going i will meet you out at sea. Just where does ye be going. Captain O’Shay yelled back. “Raverston Island…I no doubt you be following!” More troops were arriving on the deck, and the Neptune’s dagger slipped out of port. <3>

EmpGeraltHellRise: -Bellamy on his ship stood pointing and barking order aboard the Marry Anne-His men shooting at the coats as more coats dropped more came in this time Port Royale alarm bells rang out and the city was at full alert now Bellamy cursed out as her heard he reply and nodded and Bellamy turned to his chew and barked out- It’s time to leave you land lubbers set sail for Raverston. -His ship started to sail off as cannon fired opened up and more muskets burst out. When the ship was out far enough her cut it off to his right and gave to orders. – Fire the cannons! -And at that time all 13 on the side of the ship opened up rocking the Mary Anne and sent cannon balls flying and hitting the docks and building. Bellamy smiled and order his chew.- All right men that’s enough lets set course and faded off from port royal into the sun set to catch up to the Neptune’s dagger.-

ZymoticFury: He stirred slowly in his warm bed, after hearing gunshots. He had allowed himself to slip into a proper deep sleep for once and he cursed himself. He sat up and swung his legs round the edge of the bed, rising slowly. Fully nude with the smell of sex permeating the air, he remembered what had happened a few hours hence. He looked around the room; any trace the wench had been there at all was gone. He sighed, expecting his money pouch to be missing some silvers. He looked out the window; the place was swarming with redcoats. “Stupid fucking notorious pirates, they always be making it difficult fer me!” He still had his business ledger in his coat with yesterday’s Dockets for the cane sugar. He should be able to just walk by them with the “proof” he was a trade ship. He pulled on his clothes, remembering how they were shed mere hours ago. His loins stirred again and he could help feeling a pang of unease that she wasn’t there in the morning. He felt for his coin purse and hefted it, surprised to find it so full. He checked inside and there wasn’t a coin missing. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he tied it back to his belt. He slipped the eye patch on and put his hat on his head and made the bed to save the housekeeper unnecessary work. It was then he heard cannons and from experience, he could tell they were firing toward port, toward him. He cursed as he ran down the stairs, tossing Joe the barkeep what was owed for his stay when a cannonball ripped through the front of the bar, hitting 3 pillars before slamming into Edwards’s leg. He tumbled toward the floor, agony arcing up his leg. Tears leapt to his eyes as the leg was bent the wrong way. He was thankful in a way, had it not spent energy breaking the beams, he probably would have lost his leg. There was a groan from above, the groan of splitting wood as the roof collapsed. The pillars were weight bearing. Beds fell into the hole, wardrobes, he realised it was his room and cursed himself for wasting time on tidying the linen. He winced as he moved his leg into the correct position. He grabbed the legs of a broken barstool and grabbed the bed linen, tearing it into strips. He placed the bits of wood about his leg and tied them to his leg in a make-shift splint using the linen scraps. It was good being both the captain and the medical officer. He got up using the bar which still stood and saw a splinter of wood from the pillar struck Joe in the eye and he lay there dead or dying. “Well ye won’ be needin’ this.” He took his money back, putting it back in his coin purse and looking for something to act as a crutch. The bits of wood were too small or sharp. He hopped along toward the entrance and grabbed the candle stick; he removed the candles and grabbed it firmly in his hand before using it as a crutch and hobbling outside, thankful that this side of the tavern was almost free of debris.

CharlotteCarrendar: Neptune’s Dagger sails were full, and the ship ploughed its way through the blue of the seas, racing to make it past the ridge and out to sea. But Captain O’Shay’s attention was not forward, it was back at the Ship that was under seige from the Redcoats. “ALL HANDS ON DECK! MEN WE SAIL FOR RAVERSTON! MISTER BEAMISH…GET ALL TO WORK, I WON’T TOLERATE THOSE WHOSE HANDS ARE IDLE.”- The Boatswain saluted and barked his orders. “YOU HEARD THE CAPTAIN….GET THIS SHIP MOVING FASTER!” Captain O’Shea raised her eyeglass, and spotted another Royal Frigate, coming around from the coast. “We picked a bad time to be leaving.” <3>

EmpGeraltHellRise: -The Marry Anne was now just about caught up to the Neptune’s dagger, When the spotted holla down.-Royal frigate inbound Sir!-Bellamy cursed out.-Damn these red coats are out !All men prepare for battle and raise are true colours men!-the royal flag was brought down and the Jolly Rodger was raised high up and the sail was cast a full as men ran across the deck loading guns and cannons.- left full rudder men! -that the ships wheel was turned and the Mary Anne began to turn and creek towards the royal frigate, which was nothing to the 300 ton 28 cannon Mary Anne. The ships sailed past each other and opened up in cannon fire sending cannon balls in each duration one hitting the left side of the Mary Anne rocking it and hitting a crew member in mid body killing him. The Mary Anne’s cannon fire hit the frigate in several places ,one the main mast cracking it in too and two others hitting bellow the water line as another hit on the cabin deck as it took on water it began to list as the gun fire picked of the crew up top. Bellamy barked out.- ok men she sinking fire again !- at that time the ship rocked as 13 more cannons on her fired into the frigate sinking her.-It’s done men let’s get out of here while we can. You men go repair damage! -The ship turned back on course and slashed in the waves as the wind caught full sail.-

ZymoticFury: He hobbled down the street with his candlestick crutch and watched a cannonball roll down the street, thirteen had been fired in total. 13, Unlucky for some and it was definitely unlucky for Edward Foster. The pain was excruciating but he soldiered on, you never got to be a captain by being a wimp. He growled under his breath as he heard a whistle being blown. He stopped and looked around, the redcoats surrounded him. He reached for his papers but the guard in charge shouted “HALT! STOP! Put your hands to your sides where I can see them!” Edward Foster Growled at the man shouting orders. “Me papers be in me pocket proving who I be!” The redcoats appeared uneasy but the leader, probably a captain ordered a boy of no more than 15 to search his pockets. “My name be Edward Foster, Captain of the Black Lotus docked in the harbour. A trade vessel supplying cane sugar to England you can check my ship.” He looked the man hard in the eye, frowning. The 15 year old boy looked over the papers. “He’s telling the truth, look.” He handed the papers to his superior who looked at them, his jaw setting. It was becoming obvious he just wanted to catch a pirate after the fiasco of today. “It seems you check out, I apologise for any inconvenience. That leg looks painful, do you require medical attention?” Edward shook his head, hobbling on with his candlestick crutch. The man looked to his rifle, removing the shot and powder and handing it to Edward. He put the butt under his arm and the barrel on the floor and moved a lot easier with a lot less pain and he got a gun out of it. Today wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. The boy put the papers back in his jacket pocket and Edward turned back to the captain “Thank you!” The captain waved him off and he made his way to the wharf to board his ship. He looked around and saw Redcoats aboard his ship holding his crew at gunpoint. He shouted at the ship. “This be my ship, why ye holdin’ me crew at gunpoint!” a redcoat came down, gun fixed on him. “We have reason to believe this is a pirate vessel!” Edward rolled his eyes and pulled out his documents. There was a loud bang and pain ripping through his shoulder. “Fer FECK SAKE! I WAS PULLING OUT ME DOCUMENTATION!”

CharlotteCarrendar:- As the Neptune’s Dagger was making good time now, well out of the reach of the Royal frigate, the other vessel that had raised its colours, was taking it on first. Captain O’Shay and her first mate, with the lieutenant, all stood at the starboard side, and raised their eyeglasses to get a closer look at what was happening. “They’re engaging, Captain. What we do, let them take the hits, or do we turn the ship around, and join in on the fray.” Captain O’Shay narrowed her brow, left eye closed, as she peered through the glass lens. “Well I be, they be sinking the ship!” The other two men raised their eyeglasses again, and were astonished by what they viewed. “Damn fine gunners, that be sure.” Said the Lieutenant. The first mate asked the Captain. “Orders, Captain?” The Captain nodded to the first mate. “Continue our plotted course, no sense going back to a dying battle. Right, I be in my quarters. Carry on.”- With that, the Captain strode down the deck, as the first mate and Lieutenant barked the new round of orders. <3>

EmpGeraltHellRise: -The Bellamy sailed off as he watched of the remains of the royal frigate sink. Bellamy put his cap on and hobbled on to the middle of the deck with his peg right leg.- Arr Maties we done it the worst is behind us! Now let us make hast onward to Raverston Island men! Trim the sails! – the men trimmed sail as the wind caught them and brought the Mary Anne at a smooth 30 knots the ship sailing smooth as the water lapped at her sides the sun shining and the dolphins ahead of her swimming and jumping in and out of the water as the seagulls follow up above in the skys.Bellamy was now not far behind the Neptune’s dagger. He can see her sail of in the distance- men let’s stay behind her and watch over her. <3>

Role Play Live : Group : A Pirate’s Life

A Pirate’s Wife

Players:

ZymoticFury
Firestar32005
CharlotteCarrendar

ZymoticFury: Edward Foster was dead, he was certain of it. He was dead and spending the first hours of his eternity in hell, Demons writhes in the noxious fumes rising from the hardening lava he was to walk on with a broken leg. The demons tormented him at every opportunity and sweat poured from his brow in thick rivulets his screams were drowned out by the screams of so many more souls, each facing the same fate that he was. The demons pressed white-hot pokers against his shoulder just to make him scream louder. His throat was red raw and he could taste blood. The sheer terror of what he saw struck him to his very core. There was no rest for the wicked here, no death, no relief just torment and torture. Slowly it began to cool a little, like there was a slight breeze in hell. His brow beetled in confusion. There was no breeze in hell. The breeze became more pronounced, it was actually more of a draft and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He opened his eyes. He wasn’t in hell. He was in a cot, looking at the grey stone walls, the hot sun pounding through the window. His head thumped like he had a hangover but he hadn’t had a drop in… in… he didn’t even know how long he had been in this cell. He was soaked in sweat and he had no clue why. There was pain in his shoulder and his leg so he didn’t even bother trying to get up, he just laid there in his own stinking filth, wondering when there was going to be a meal, or water or anything. He had flashbacks of hell and was grateful to still be counted among the living. It was indeed a mercy of sorts. He reached a hand up to feel his shoulder. It had been bandaged up and the bandages were dry. The last thing he remembered was passing out after the redcoat had fired on him. Knowing the worst of the fever was over gave him hope that he would make it through whatever ordeal was now before him. He heard boots stomping down the hall and the jingling of keys. He feigned sleep which wasn’t difficult to do and hoped the person who was entering his cell would leave as soon as possible and leave him to deal with his traumatic experience.

FireStar32005: “What the bloody hell happen’ here?” the words flowed out of her rouge lips as she looked over the damage that had been done to one of the taverns. Debris still littering the streets some, her eyes catching on some people working on fixing up the damaged buildings and stands. Her brow furrowed some as she tilted her head watching the construction crews. Blinking some she wondered when all this came about, and why she wasn’t there for it. A twinge of fear trailed up her spine, where was Sam at and did he tell the man she was with that she’d be back in a few days? She couldn’t write, and had to give a word of mouth message. She shuddered some what if he hadn’t? She had been gone for five days. “Oy!” one of the construction workers whistled to her. She walked past not paying him any mind or any other man for that matter. She wasn’t hunting for purses now…. one male stopped her as she walked along the cobbled street. “Ahoy there lass…” annoyed by the interruption her brow furrowed some, but she softened her face looking up at him. “’aven’t seen ye around Lizzie… where ye been?” he asked his voice husky. “Been away fer me health..” she says carefully a gentle lilt to her voice. “What happened here deary? I never seen this much debris before…” she adds. “And I never seen ye look so pretty…” he notes eying her hungrily. It was true, the scratches on her face cleared up, the bruising had faded, and she was wearing a new dress and new boots, taken from a fine missus of a Barrack Stanchion that had passed on shortly after her husband did. “Where does a li’l wench like ye get a fine dress as that?” he asked. The dress she was wearing was simple, a rich dark gray color, and her new boots matched the dress. “From a kind missus…” she states. “After ye had her husband I take it…” his eyes probed her even more. “Damn yer eyes.” she hissed starting to walk away from him. He noticed she didn’t have a limp anymore and tilted his head as he chuckled at her. “Ye know that man ye were with, he be goin’ to Jack Ketch.” Stopping her tracks she turns to face him. “What?” she asked her voice catching in her throat. “Aye… what’s his name…?” he aked thoughtfully. “When’s he meetin’ the gallows?” she asks. “He be locked up then?” The man smirks to her revealing a few yellowed, rotting teeth. “What will ye be payin’ me…?” he asked. “Take me to him an’ I’ll show ye..” she smirks playfully, keeping her eyes downcast. Taking hold of the back of her neck he leans in closer to her, allowing her to take in the stink of vomit, urine and faeces. “I want the lot.” he whispered. “As payment fer me services…” she steps back and smiles looking up at him. “Take me to where he is first.” she states simply. Nodding his head he lead her to the prison hold. “He be in there…” She pulled him into the alley for his payment, but his payment would not be what he expected. As soon as they were away from prying eyes and what little light there was he groped her hungrily with his greasy, sausage like fingers. Immediately he started to lift her skirts, and quickly she jabbed her gully into his throat. “There’s yer payment ye filthy sea rat.” she snarled. He looked at her with wide eyes for a moment as he gagged on his own blood. Stepping behind him she tears the dagger out of his throat, wipes it off quickly on his clothes and takes the purse tied loosely to his person. Hiding the dagger at her thigh once more she hides the purse as well stepping out of the alley into the light. “Bastard.” she cringed. Making her way to a guard in front of the prison she forced some tears to muster it up in her emerald eyes. Finding a guard or two she looked up at them. “I be lookin’ fer me husband..” she manages to say through her tears. “I been away…an’ I was told he be here..please, may I see him?”

CharlotteCarrendar:- The guard that stood at the gate of the Prison, sniffed the air, when the busty wench approached, belly aching about seeing her husband. Claiming to have been away and she was informed to go to the gaol to find him. Holding his musket in his right hand, and slung up on his shoulder, he regarded the woman with a savage expression. “Look ‘ere love…we don’t be needin’ none of your kind around ‘ere. The Governor will go right off. Now…get a move on.” A second guard, who was a higher rank, observed the Woman and then frowned, when hearing the first guard’s tone and harsh rejection of her request. Thinking he might get a bit with this damsel, he coughed loudly, and then opened the gate. “It’s your lucky day, Miss…this way. Take you down to dead man’s gallows. We got a right lot this week. Charged with all manner of things.”- If she followed him in, he would lead her down to the last row of cells, and then ask her to pick out her husband. “Right then, which one of these sorry sods, is your ‘usband?” He said, holding the gaolers key. <3>

FireStar32005: She did not appreciate the tone of the first guard to speak with her, but she guessed she couldn’t blame him. Wrapping her shawl tightly around her in a modest manner she smiles softly to the guard who regarded her with a sense of tenderness. She smiled up the “kind” guard and slowly walked down into the dead man’s gallows. Walking down the last rows of cells as he asked her to sort out which of the scallywags was her husband she finally found him, Edward Foster. Tilting her head some she rested her hand on the iron bars of the cell. “This be him…” she said turning to the guard. “My love…” she turns to Edward locked in the cell her brow furrowing some with concern as she studies him, sweaty and injured. “What happened to ye?”

CharlotteCarrendar:- The guard was not as bad as the one at the gate, and then undid the lock, and opened the cell, allowing the woman inside, before locking it again. “You got fifteen minutes…twenty if I have to take a piss.” He then marched off. <3>

FireStar32005: She blinked watching him open the cell door. Stepping inside she smiles to the guard and nods to him in regards to the time limit. “Aye… thank ye sir…” she says her voice soft and as tender as she could make it. Watching him march off she turns her attention to Edward and kneels down. “What happened to ye?” she whispers.-

ZymoticFury: As he feigned sleep, his thoughts went back to the wench he had saved and spent the night with. His chest churned in a way he had never felt before and he didn’t like it. He remembered fondly how her body felt pressed against his, her breath on his neck, her legs around his waist and his thoughts definitely showed around his loin area. He pretended to stir and sit up, trying his best to ignore the pain. His vision was blurred, hazy and had little perception of depth owing to the eye patch. There was nobody in his room but the door WAS indeed open, light shone in from the doorway and a silhouette of what he believed to be an angel given his fever dreams just minutes before. He heard her speak and he realised it was no angel but her voice was so soothing. “My love…” he heard “What happened to ye?” He tried to smile but it was difficult through the pain so it came off as more of a grimace. “Ah! Me luck went bad it did! First I was in the tavern as a cannon destroyed it and if that weren’ bad enough as I were to board me ship me crew were held at gunpoint as a prat rattled on about Piracy!” He leant in as she knelt before him. “It’s true o’course but I have me documentation that should get me off that charge if I be given a fair trial so in other words, I be a dead man walking.” He sighed and shook his head, leaning back against the grey wall that he had awoken to.

FireStar32005: Hearing his words her heart sank a bit. Perhaps he didn’t get her message. Gently taking off her cleaned shawl she gingerly wipes his sweat covered brow. A shiver of fear ran down her spine. She remembered her night with him, and an ache started up in her at the memory of his touch and the feel of him. “I’m guessin’ ye didn’t hear the message I left fer ye with Sam.” she said gently. “An’ ye know they never be given fair trial fer the sea dogs…” she hides the fear in her voice as she speaks. “But don’t ye worry I’ll get ye out of here.” she smiles looking into his eye brushing her fingertips down his cheek. “An’ I won’t be chargin’ ye. They think ye be me husband.” she adds. “I be seein’ if I can pay to get ye out, I’m not about to let ye meet with Jack Ketch while there be a breath in me body.” she lays her shawl down on the cold floor of the cell. Leaning into him her lips curl into a coy smile. “An’ I have fifteen maybe twenty minutes alone with ye..” she whispers, her hot breath brushing over his ear. “Plenty o’ time to bring ye back to life if ye be a dead man walking…”

CharlotteCarrendar:- The guard had managed to take a piss out by the piggery, and then re entered the holding lot, where the “wife’ had been taken down to see her “husband” He came along and with the rattle of his keys, he started to undo the lock. “Time’s up, I’m fraid. If ya didn’t get a quick fuck in…I’m sorry. Me and the missus can do it in two minutes.” Another two guards were waiting to clap the Pirate in irons, and lead him to the courthouse, where he was to be tried before the Hanging Judge…Judge..Judith.<3>

ZymoticFury: He shook his head as she spoke about a message, Sam hadn’t mentioned anything but then again he dies before he could say much. He remembered the way the debris from the wooden support beam skewered him in the eye and how he had laid stock still afterward. He didn’t check the man’s vital signs but he did look dead. He looked up at her smile and he felt the lurch in his chest again and he had to take a breath. He had never been affected like this before in his life. He smiled at her and handed her the documentation that would get him off. “You’re my witness” He smiled a little as she spoke of him being a free man once again. He took a moment to think of him as her husband and it wasn’t nearly as repellent as he had imagined it. He smirked, thinking of what they could do in fifteen minutes when they were rudely interrupted by a guard. They clapped him in irons, not caring for his broken leg or wound, he screamed out in pain as he was dragged off, half hopping for his sentencing with the harshest judge in port royale. He was a dead man.

FireStar32005: Taking hold of the documentation in hand she winces hearing him scream in pain from the irons. At the mention of the guard only needing two minutes with his wife. She followed after him and Edward as quickly as possible, holding tight to the documentation in her shawl which she had wrapped around herself as quickly as possible. “Oy” she said to the guard. “Ye must be a very unsatisfied man…” she says gently to the guard. She had not stepped foot in a courthouse in a long time. She knew the trial wouldn’t be fair. Holding tight to his documentation and to the series of coin purses she had retrieved while she was away she hoped that she’d be able to pay off the judge, one way or another.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Judge, one Judge Judith Pennybottom, was one crusty old relic, who had spent way too long in the bar, and also appeared to have a moustache. Going over the court documents, she watches the guard bring in the latest prisoner, and she takes out her monocle and reads the court papers, before addressing the prisoner and his wife. “Mister Foster…you have been charged with Piracy, smuggling of illegal substances and 3 counts of assault on redcoats and theft and possession of standard military equipment, how do you plea before this court?” <3>

FireStar32005: Seeing the judge was a woman her heart sank a bit more, but the woman appeared mustached and crusted beyond words. She inwardly cringed standing near her sea dog. Holding on the documentation and the heavy purse filled with the coin of others. Her eyes turning to Edward for a moment she looked back up to the judge. –

ZymoticFury: He was dragged into the courthouse and shoved into a caged stand where ironically he sat owing to his leg. He was short of breath and rivulets ran down his forehead again. “On the first count of piracy, I plead not guilty, on the second count of smuggling, I also plead not guilty, I am an importer and exporter of LEGAL substances, mainly sugar, wheat and potatoes. On the third count, I made no threatening gestures toward anybody nor did I assault anybody and on the fourth count, I was given it by a redcoat captain as a walking aid as I had broken my leg, he removed the shot and the powder.” He tried his best to talk professionally in queens English but his accent slipped through a little bit. His eyes scanned the crowd that had amassed to see a hanging but somehow he felt confident as his eyes found his ‘wifes’.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Well, seems that the Judge was flying the red flag, as she scowled fiercely at the prisoner in the docks. He may have had a firm grip on the English language, but his namby pamby ways did not sit with her at all. She grumbled, as he continued to speak in his defence, that he was not guilty, on all counts and charges. “Do you have documents or witnesses to back up your testimony….Mister Foster?’- she said harshly, not expecting him to have a soul to speak up for him. <3>

FireStar32005: Hearing him speak she holds up his documentation for the judge. She dared not speak. She could not speak the Queen’s English. Not at all, she was never brought up in a classed home. Hearing him speak in the queen’s English surprised her and she hoped the judge believed his words. Feeling his eye on her she gave him a small smile looking up at the judge once more. Hearing the judge speak she squeaked out small “Yes madam” she held the documentation forward keeping her shawl wrapped tightly around herself to appear as modest as possible-

ZymoticFury: His eyes continued to lock with hers as she spoke for him, he was calm, but he could see the judge already had it in for him. He didn’t seem to care, in fact, he smiled, smiled in defiance as his ‘wife’ produced the necessary documentation that could have set him free. He watched her closely and his heart skipped a beat as he realised she wasn’t actually speaking, just handing the documents over. He was deathly afraid for the first time as his smile faltered.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Handed the documentation, by the ‘wife’ of the accused, the Judge reads through all that is presented, and though she would love to hang him for the guilt alone, and the spectacle, she finds that his papers are in fact in order and that his story marries up. Folding up the papers once more, she hands it to the bailiff and then declares. “By the order of this courts, I hereby find you not guilty on all charges, and while I would love more than anything to see a hanging today, it shan’t be you. This court is adjourned, bailiff, remove the shackles. Mister Foster, you are free to go. –she then bangs the gavel and lets off a tremendous and noxious fart.<3>

FireStar32005: Taking in a slow breath she steps closer. “My husband…” she thinks of her wording before speaking. “Is a fine man. He is brave and a importer of legal goods. He has no dealing with pirates or piracy, and is a token of bravery and prestige.” she says gently. “He is a great… asset to this port, without him pirates would be running through the port, gambling and making trade difficult.” waiting a moment, she blinks, hearing the judges words. She should have spoken up sooner. Smiling some she looks up at the judge. “You’re honour you are a true beacon of justice in this court…” FireStar32005: **she smiles more turning to Edward her face pale from the strain it took her to find the words of Queen’s English**

CharlotteCarrendar:- “Yes yes…I am sure he is fine and all that blathered cockermaney cahoot canerversnips. I need a drink.”- She then rises and trots off to the pub. <3>

ZymoticFury: His heart was in his throat as his papers were given to the judge, he watched the judge like a hawk as her eyes scanned the documents. His ears twitched as he heard a voice speak up, realising who it was before his eyes had managed to flick over to her. It was strange hearing her speak ‘properly’. He smiled in her general direction and his head snapped back to the judge. Her lips seemed to thin and a frown was evident on her face, he knew she wanted to send him to the gallows to meet ketch. Her voice was hard to describe but it seemed to come out in slow motion as he was found not guilty. His heart hadn’t thudded harder than it did that day. He looked at his wife and he grinned beatifically as his Irons were undone and he was set free. The bailiff escorted him the back way out of the courts and he was given a spare crutch. He hobbled to the main entrance, waiting for the woman who had saved his life.

FireStar32005: As she was escorted out of the courthouse she offers a playful smile to the guard. One of them stopped her at the main entrance whispering in her ear. “You ain’t a wife… harlot..” he growled in her ear. “You can play off the housewife look… but any man can see you’re nothin but a swindling little whore…” he didn’t turn to see Edward Foster outside the main entrance. She did not move her head to look at the guard, but her eyes widened just slightly at his words, her face growing pale. “If ye want to keep your lyin’ tongue you better meet me tonight, or I’ll be throwin’ you in the stocks myself.” He left breathing in the scent of her clean hair then walked into the courthouse. She smirked some at his final words, but her face remained pale slowing stepping outside she grips her shawl close to her, a smile spreading across her rouge lips seeing her “husband” waiting for her. Rushing over to him she smiles brightly. “You lucked out, Love…” she whispers, offering her arm to help him, and tucking the documents that had been returned to her away in her shawl-

ZymoticFury: He saw her coming and hobbled toward her on the crutches. The guard hadn’t spotted him at all but Edward heard every word. Conveniently the guard was now directly in front of Edward with his back to him. With a smile Edward leant forward, being a good six inches taller than the short, squat guard. “And you, sir, if ye be wantin’ to keep yer pathetic excuse for a life, I suggest you keep yer lips together, D’yer hear?” The guard literally jumped in terror as he didn’t expect anybody to be waiting for her. Edward growled at him despite the fact, he was trying hard not to laugh. He smiled as he hobbled down the steps, her by his side. “Lucked out? It was all skill I tell ye! I wasn’t worried for a second.” It was all lies and false bravado but he had to regain some of his ego back, he was a captain after all. His face fell as he looked out over the crystalline waters before him at the bottom of the hill. “I… I be needin’ to tell ye something Liz…” He didn’t look at her directly as he spoke. “I’ll be leaving port tonight, I was supposed to be doing it the night we shared together but I was… delayed and I won’t be back in Port Royale for… at least a year if not two…” He sighed. “I guess what I’m trying to say I won’t be seeing you for a while… unless o’ course ye be interested in coming with—no that be stupid, o’ course you wouldn’t…” He was fumbling with his words now as redness crept into his cheeks which had nothing at all to do with the fever.

FireStar32005: She giggled seeing the guard almost wet himself, but did not pay further attention as her saviour as she liked to call him hobbled beside her. Hearing his gusto she smiles sweetly tenderly wrapping her shawl around her more as she moves close to him. “Aye ye weren’t worried at all…” she says her voice sweet and coy. Seeing the change in his face however she tilted her head. “What is it Edward?” she whispers his name after he spoke, her body trembling a bit from the sound of his voice speaking her name. She listened to him about leaving and felt her heart sink a bit. A year or two, gone? Hearing him stutter about her going with him however her heart leaped for joy, and tightened. “Ye want me to go with ye?” she gasps in shock. Seeing the red creeping into his cheeks she asks him again. “Do ye mean it Edward?” she asks standing in front of him. Hardly able to contain her joy she smiles brightly her hands shaking with excitement as her heart tightened. She had been dreaming of the day she could leave this stinking cess pool. Even when she had left for a few days she was barely away from the port. She wanted to see new sights. She wanted adventure, and who better to be with than him? “Aye!” she gasps. “I’ll go with ye!”

Role play Live via Titan : Land Lovers

A Pirate’s life Role play

Shipwrecked.

Players:
RazukenCarrendar
MaylionCarrendar
CharlotteCarrendar
Xiangxu

RazukenCarrendar: – A westerly wind was blowing on the isles of the “Dragon’s Redoubt”, coming close to caress the canvas sails of a Captain that had lost his way. This Captain’s name was forgotten, in the sake of amnesia from a survived hurricane. He was indeed lost, both mind and body. What would he do? Survive. Yet survival came second in this man’s mind, for he only remembered one thing out of all his memory… Her… Lyra, was her name. A maiden so fair and beautiful, with locks of flowing gold hair, and her body refined and lacking no exterior, to say the least. She was his motivation for living, and his key to finding his lost memory, and his actual name. This time, however, he simply called himself ((enter name here? Give me ideas… if you like)). (blank) stroked his red beard thoughtfully as the isles appeared over the horizon of a pre-sunset sky, the clouds hanging overhead like a mournful overtone. The sun started to come up, glistening off of the water in the small sliver of horizon that was not covered by the clouds, allowing a stretch of red to be painted across the underbelly of the clouds. The light shined off of the gold buttons upon his jacket, seeming to enhance his appearance. Navy blue threads hung from a tear in his sleeve, and gold embroidering lined his shoulders in a regal fashion. He followed the ways of the older sailors, with honour and wisdom, but that was in the past, forgotten. What path would he lead now? “Red sky in the morning, sailor takes warning..” he muttered. He had already had enough of storms, and he was in no mood to battle one. He curled his lip angrily at the clouds overhead and silently cursed Poseidon.

The western wind blew harder, it seemed, and knocked off his Captains hat, as if Poseidon was silently accepting his challenge in return. Grasping for it, he kept a hand firmer still on his wheel. Failing to catch it, it sailed right into the ocean, floating in the waves of a dark greenish blue. The captain was NOT pleased. “To dem it all… T’was me best mop cap..” The isles approached gloomily, and (blank) started to tack sideways against the western wind to avoid a nearby reef. His ship, surnamed “The Washed Flagon” was nearly a dinghy from the utter destruction that the hurricane had caused it. Block.

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CharlotteCarrendar: -The western wind did pick up for certain, for on the isle the trees were blown back, their large boughs bending, like flowers to the rain. Upon the shore, a castaway was collecting pieces of driftwood, hoping to have enough in her skirts to use for the fire pit that night. Days, weeks, months? It was hard to tell how long Madeline had been alone on this island; her own ship been smashed against the rocky coastline, its reefs treacherous, and enough to tear the hull of many a vessel that dared to sail to close to shore. Madeline’s torn skirts fluttered and rose as the wind increased. Another good piece she spots, and bends down to collect it into her skirts. On rising, the cry of the lone gull heralds that this day may bring new fortunes, or another lost soul. The waves that cross the sands, are growing in size, set to tumble and crash onto the shore. The shrill whistle sings a chorus, whilst Madeline’s hair is swept back, revealing a sun kissed face. Eyes of the deepest green now stare out beyond the waves, and she sees what is most certainly a mirage. It cannot be. A ship? The wood she has collected falls loose from her grasp, clattering upon the sand as she races for the pyre. Is this her chance at freedom from this wretched isle? Madeline runs as fast as she can, her prints marking the sand, only to be swallowed by the oncoming tide. Reaching the pyre, she drops to her knees, and tries to get the flint to light the stone, and send up a fire signal, to alert the ship of its dangerous path. <3>

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Xiangxu: -The western waves just off of the isle of Dragon’s Redoubt were clashing with the newly found winds that picked up. Idrial sat in the Captain’s cabin trying not to fall off of her chair embroided with ruby. The ship began to sway as thunder roared from outside the now fogged windows. Idrial new the seas were devious, but this was just outrageous. Finally having the audacity to walk onto the bridge Idrial saw the thick shadows of obscurity in the sky, like ravenous wolves prepared for the slaughter of their prey. Cracks of thunder shot down at the ship, leaving prominent sparks, but not enough to start a fire. “Oh what have you gotten yourself into this time, you stupid IDIOOT!” Idrial shouted at herself. Pulling at the dead ends in her hair she ran up the stairs of the bridge to try and take the wheel but slipped from the puddle that was deeper than she had anticipated. The docile wind made her freeze on the wet and creaky floorboard of the ships surface.

MaylionCarrendar: – Yes it was jack, not jack sparrow, or even Captain jack sparrow. It was deck cleaning Jack. With his bucket of water and soap and his broom in his hands his body moved along with the wild movements of the ship caught in an storm. All the other mates were running around with slight chaos in their body trying to save the ship from disaster. But all jack did was leaning on his broom with his slightly green face. His moustache and beard soaked wet from the waves that had hit the ship from the side and splash water on the deck.. the deck he was cleaning.. Or cleaning? Well – let’s say he tried. (Jack) ‘’ Row .. row row .. the boat.. I feel bloody sick.. la-la-la-la-laaa-laa.. come-on jack get a grip ‘’ He softly repeated these words in his chaotic mind to fight the urge to empty his stomach. He hated these days, the waves, the feeling of having no steady surface under his hairy feet. He had no clue why he signed up for this.. maybe because he grew up between these people. He turned his head sideways and noticed Idrial slip and fall on her butt. The movement of her body tripping made him even more sea-sick. The bucket next to finally crashed sideways and rolled over the deck from one side to another. Jack wanted to jump up and help the others but his body wouldn’t let him. After a few minutes he then finally moved his legs side way from one side to another trying to hold balance. Another wave and sudden movement of the ship was enough for his stomach to stop listening to the song he was repeating in his head. He bowed his head forwards and while walking he just puked all over the deck. He started while puking moving the broom over the deck to clean up after himself. Overall it was a funny looking picture. If the crew would wait for another 10 minutes he would be prepared to help them out. But for now he had to get rid of the rum and bread in his stomach of last night.

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CharlotteCarrendar: -Upon the shore, the windswept castaway does her best, to strike the flint to the stone, that would send a spark into the pile of wood. ~flick…flick…flick~ Again and again, but the smallest spark does leave the flint, but the wind blows hard, and this extinguishes the spark, much to her horror. Glancing back out to sea, Madeline can see the sails being blown so hard, that they are set to tear. Gritting her teeth, she turns on her knees, so her back is a shield to the harsh winds, and again, strikes with the flint. A spark, that jewel of red and orange catches hold upon the dry twigs. With the wind and Madeline bending down, to blow the spark to life, the first crackle of fire is heard, almost drowned out by the crashing of waves upon the shore. Hoping, praying that the fire would grow, she continues to blow harder, her cheeks now stained with a crimson blush. Quickly snatching up more twigs as fuel, she builds upon the already flaming twigs, and rising to her feet, so to the fire grows in height. Now Mother nature can do the work, and feed the wind to the fire. Turning now, out towards the ship, she waves her arms frantically, to those onboard. Would they see the fire, and travel a safe course, or be blown upon the rocks, and share in her fate? <3>

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Xiangxu: -Tasting the divergent hint of chlorine and bleach, Idrial came to her intellects and arose from the wet floor, her hands flimsily grasping the smooth edges of the ship. Noticing Jack had spewed on the deck she rolled her eyes and wondered why he’d ever get on a bloody ship in the first place. A flush of water came over the ships edge as it washed away the remains of bread and alcohol. Idrail finally reached her destination of the wheel and swung it around and around, turning them away from a sharp rock that blocked her view from the isle. Few too little moments passed as she saw the cascades of red across the deep blue, and a tiny figure, the shape of a young maiden if anything is what Idrial’s eyes observed. No, it looked more like a flea actually, jumping up and down frantically. Idrial’s eyes widened, knowing it was a warning but had turned the wrong way from the sharp rock. The currents of the ocean were leading them straight to danger. Looking left and right she had no idea which way the wind was going, it seemed to be going at all different directions, simultaneously. Fragments of wood and stone and cloth were floating within the outskirts of the shore, the winds too ferocious for Idrial to turn the ship around, The hinges of the bottom of the ship scraped alone the hard rock. The ship was lost, all Idrial could do was gather supplies while the ship was slowly desecrating. She took a few extra minutes to not forget some of the crew, including Jack who would be glad that if he made it onto the shore alive he’d been on solid ground. Shouting and trying not panic they were nearly at the shores edge. The young woman’s features became clear to her, and as if a sign, a shimmer of the moon revealed itself from the sky and lit up an area which Idrial could use to jump across to the shore safely. First she threw all the supplies she could hold across to the sand. Then she slapped Jack’s face a few time to make sure he was aware, as she pushed him of the ship. Then
finally Idrial went to jump off the ship, but before she reached the end of the plank like wood, the moon’s light had disappeared and as she jumped, a piercing sting dissipated in her abdomen, as she crookedly landed on the sand in pain. <e>

MaylionCarrendar: -The eyes were laying deep in his face with mild green circles around them. His face was pale and seemed to be staying pale. The wrinkles in his face were loosely hanging over ten layers of other wrinkles on his cheek. And if you looked closely you could see dark brown thick hairs coming from his gigantic mole that was placed in the centre of his left cheek. The back of his hand moved over his lips and removed the pieces of soaked bread with the smell of rum. If he would have gathered the puke and placed in on a plate he was sure everyone would have tasted it due the strong alcohol smell. For a moment he seemed to be back to his normal ‘’brave’’ self and lifted his head while glancing at Idrail who was now standing behind the massive wheel in order to regain control over the ship. He looked down on his hairy feet and noticed there was no use of cleaning the deck with this weather. Fuck? Then what was he supposed to do? As Idrail swung the wheel around he turned his face to the north.. or was it south? Or east.. or the west.. He didn’t knew it himself — They had asked him in the beginning to do the work with the whole map thing.. and holding the compass.. and stuff that was really impoooortant… — but quickly they realized Jelly Jack was good for .. absolutely nothing other than cleaning. As he was watching either one of the four directions he had noticed what idrail noticed.. it was small but recognizable.. a fire! And a small frame of a person waving hands around to be noticed. As a clumsy pirate he swung his feet forwards ( Yes this was his way of running ) With the ship waving from side to side he grabbed the edge of the ship and nearly ducked forwards over the edge face first in the water. As they came closer to the shore his eyes liked the frame even more. It had.. boobs. Beautiful boobs.. young boobs.. boobs who were actually ‘’lifted’’. He hadn’t seen boobs like that since.. 45 years, yes that was his complete life. Drowned in love
jack kept staring at the young woman while not even realizing they reached the shore already. Idrail who was busy carrying supplies to the edge of the ship must have noticed his interest for this fine young lady. He felt a warm hand being slammed against his cheek a few times and then being pushed off the ship head first. (Jack) ‘’ HUAGHESUGHSUHGUSH ‘’ He swung his arms around in the air and his legs made a weird ‘’ Frog ‘’ movement before he landed with his face first in the sand. For a moment the complete world around him was dark and silent. As he flopped on his back he still couldn’t hear a thing. As he opened his eyes slightly confused and adapting to his new enviorment he figured sand entered his mouth, nose and ears. With some wild movements he jumped up pretty quickly for a man his age and started to remove the sand. He glanced up and looked first at Idrail who had jumped off the plank into the sand. (Jack) ‘’ How would you like to eat sand next time we sail to a deserted island where this … — ‘’ he turned his old face towards Madeline and continued his sentence ‘’ Lovely.. young … Boobs–.. EHH lady. ‘’ Just as he spoke the words that were rolling in his head that were supposed to stay there he slapped his fist against his chest and started to cough out some more sand while turning fire red. (Jack) Ugh—Ugh.. What’s your name b-b-b… Sweetheart.? ‘’ <e>

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CharlotteCarrendar: – Flailing arms, held aloft by the castaway were in an effort to avert the impending fate of the ship. Alas, whoever was at the helm had no idea their left from right, the wind too, added to the calamity, with the sails being blown backwards. For certain the rudder would be sure to snap under the strain of the ship turning so hard and fast. The maiden’s eyes widened, her heart set to explode from her bountiful chest. Her tattered remnants of what was once a gown of a lady, was nothing more than a few stray pieces of cloth stitched together, barely concealing her round and supple form. “Hark…no…not that way!’- she cried, arms going wild, with her hair being blown back. But the ship was to be lost. “Nooo!” Yes, it happened again, the rocks so sharp, like claws, that raped, (yes raped) the hull so savagely. Even from the shore, the sound of splintering wood, the horrific roar as the ship started to tear apart, as though to surrender its cargo and crew to the sea. “Oh…please be able to swim!” she prayed to the God of the Sea. Unlike the crew of her ship, that were all drunk when her ship was wrecked, and only their bloated bodies lined the shore. But unlike her crew, this ship had a hearty crew, that seemed well apt to take to the tumultuous waves. Churning white water, foaming and frothing, as it gave up the men and women. But one man however, who spat up more sand than air, had something else on his mind other than simply making land. (Jack) ‘’ HUAGHESUGHSUHGUSH ‘’ Madeline suddenly stopped flailing, as a man of age, came up out of the sea, and spewed words that sounded…foreign. Not terribly sure if this was a form of greeting, she answered with..”Are you alright? Are there others?” Obvious questions are obvious. But so the funny speaking man is joined by one very attractive and busty sailor, with massive mammary glands. The man who spat sand then started to address Madeline. (Jack) Ugh—Ugh.. What’s your name b-b-b… Sweetheart.? ‘’

Unsure of herself, but happy to see survivors, she uttered. “I am Madeline LeFleur, a castaway from the Lady Edith.” <3>

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Xiangxu: – Idrial closed her eyes and listened to the perverted Jack speak, yeah, sure get a mouthful sand is disgusting, but not as bad as being punched in the gut by a rock. She effortlessly stood still surprisingly, her superior physique inaudibly raising and sinking, her breaths calm as she tried to block out the old man’s words with the inharmonious waves against the isles floor. Noticing he had stopped she guessed it worked. Although not to her surprise she was yet again wrong, the only reason the fool had stopped talking was because of the lady Madeline Lefluer. She had landed on this isle to, but she was a castaway. It made Idrial wonder what they were now. Jack, a … yeah, she wasn’t going there. Walking over to her suitcase Idrial picked up her luggage and headed for the warm embrace of the embers of the fire. Hiding in the shadows of the light Idrial stripped to get changed into something less, well, ruined now. (Idrial) “OH MY GOD!” She had just remembered that she was not set to go to the isles, and all she had remaining in her suitcase were fancy dresses and stiletto type heels, which you think a pirate Captain would not own. Idrial was unique in a way that masked her with beauty, and hidden talents. Finding a gown that best suited the colors of the flame and sand, Idrial dressed up and put on heels, to proud of herself to wear bare feet, even when it came to sand. It was because for all she knew, well in this case didn’t know, how much longer she could live with the life of pleasures. Trying to walk through the sand felt worse than walking on the rocking ship, at least that had a flat surface. Finally thinking she got the hang of it she held her head high and went to introduce herself to Miss LeFluer. Reaching mere inches away from her, the bottom of her heel tilted from a sea shell and she fell to her side, her hair covered in sand. (idrial) “UGH!” She ripped off her heels and threw them in the fire. “Neither of you will speak a word of this when we find a way
back!” She spoke to the crew as she tried to use her fingers as a brush to wipe out the remaining bits of sand in her hair. With no more interruptions Idrial finally reached Miss Lefluer and greeted her respectfully. (Idrial) “It is a pleasure to meet you Madeline, My name is Idrial Scarlet, Captain of the…” She went to point at her ship and drew a blank face. “ Never mind.” She turned away from the woman and went to check on the other remaining members and luggage, there was enough provisions to last them a few months at least, if everyone wasn’t greedy like they were on the ship. Greedy hands touching the buns and swords slashing open the wine barrels to fill their mouths that they laid underneath. A few months should be enough time to figure out what to do. <e>

Roleplay Live : A Pirate’s Life

Land Lovers ; Part Two

Castaways.

Players:

RazukenCarrendar
MaylionCarrendar
CharlotteCarrendar
Xiangxiu

RazukenCarrendar: – The waves began to lap heavily upon the side of “The Washed Flagon”, their foamy tendrils reaching out to feed the barnacles that were clinging to its ancient wooden frame. He was close to a reef, but he had no clue. The unknown Captain reached into his jacket pocket, feeling something, and pulls out a tattered peice of paper. It said only one word, “Grizald” ‘Maybe that is who I am…’ he thought. Grizald was now what he would respond to. It felt almost comforting to have a name again. As he looked up from the paper, he saw something rather strange. Smoke? There was a fire on the far side of the Isle, and Grizald was sure he did not see it earlier. Perhaps this was a sign of life? Grizald kept tacking expertly until he heard a loud CRUNCH. “Woo! Dat was close, me gurl! Better be watchin for dose reefs more carefully..” Casting the wheel hard to the left, he pulled “The Washed Flagon” hard around the dark shadow in the water. He could hear the crashing of the waves now, being only several yards away from shore. “Belay there!” He roared as he threw the wheel to the right, avoiding another shadowy reef by mere inches. The near-dead ship groaned painfully as it tilted hard in the water. Shore was dead ahead, and the smoke soon disappeared in the looming shadow of a massive spire in the middle of the isle. This was the mother island. Grizald looked up almost awe-shock at the spire, the gulls crying out mournfully and circling its very tip way overhead. It was dizzying… or was it that.. “Whahohoaoh!!” Grizald was thrown over his own wheel as the ship ran aground. He landed, fortunately, butt-first into the white sandy shore, a small wave running up to greet his worn leather boots. Grizald just sat there, dazed as if he were hit by a peice of driftwood by a Mermaid.

“What in the name of Posideon? If I told my old mater about this, he’d strip me naked and beat me all the way to the Blarney stone with a hickory stick…” Grizald simply laid himself on the shore, smiling in a moment of pure bliss. Finally… something solid and tangible besides the wheel of his broken ship. Taken by the exhausting journey here, he slid into a silent slumber. Time and reality faded away, the sound of the crashing shore become a hollow echo in his darkening mind.

“Muuuurphyyyyy” A eerie and feminine tone rang out in the darkness. It was a shadow of a memory. “Muuurphyyy” She got closer.. but who? It was none other than Lyra, haunting his tainted mind. She appeared before him as an ethereal figure, still ever so beautiful as he had left her. “Murphy… where did you go? I am all alone…” He responded, yelling out in his dream, “Im here, Lyra!!! I’m here!!” “Muuurphyyy… ” She started to get farther away, her image fading. He screamed bloody murder for her. “Noooo! Lyraaaaa!! Don’t leave me!!! NOOOO!!!” Grizald awoke, the dream gone, and forgotten already, blubbering around in the tide. “Ptooey!!” He spat out sand and briny water as he stood from his drowning state. “I don’t understand…” He looked at his hands, rough and callused. They were dirty and empty. “How could this happen… why me?” Dropping to his knees, he wept bitterly, cursing the day he was born into the world. So painful it was to cope with the loss of memory. Think bad memories are tough? Imagine having none at all… -e-

MaylionCarrendar: -In his mind of course, the wind was blowing through his dark brown and long hair exposing his well bone structured ”young” face. He threw a smile at Madeline Lefleur and winked with his left eye obviously a few times. As he placed his both hands on his hips and threw his head a bit back to show off those deep green eyes with dots of sparkle due the sunlight that hit his face he realized he was way too old. His fantasy imago didn’t fit reality. In reality he was just a poor old slobby man with dead hair smiling creepy at this young lady. As he heard Idrial in the background making the ”Ugh” sound he knew he had lost his chance with this beautiful woman. he would get pushed aside and the attention would be drawn on Idrial.. Like always. The woman had something unique, wore dresses and high heels.. if he wasn’t mistaking she was looking for her heels the moment they ended up being castaway. Jack threw one glance behind him to see Idrial throwing her heels in the fire. (Jack) ” Odd woman isn’t she? ” he let his eyes slide one more time over the frame of Madeline and then realized he had to make a reply on her last words, due her beauty he almost forgot what the heck she said. (Jack) ” .. Eh– cast away you said? .. I suppose you need to welcome us to your small club then. My name is Jack, they call me .. Jack.. But really! you can call me ..– ehh.. ” he slightly turned red due his awkwardness. He wasn’t really good with women, HENCE why he didn’t owned one. Jack raised his right hand and started to scratch his beard. Before Idrial got in between he managed to finish his answer, which was obvious. (Jack) ” .. Jack. ” As Idrial greeted Madeline he decided to take a few steps back and turn around to help the rest of the crew gather the supplies. As he lifted a few wooden chest in hope Madeline .. or heck even Idial would notice his strong arms and muscles, he still had some hope — another fantasy.

As they gathered the supplies, and some members of the crew already had their mouths sucking on bottles of wine he just lowered his ass to sit down in the sand and observe this forsaken island they ended up on. Already forgetting Miss Madeline LeFleur and her rounds, and also forgetting about Idial and her butt, he started thinking about tomorrow, and the day after… and probably the day after the day after tomorrow (x_x) and more importantly with who he was left on this damn island.. He had taken a look around to search for faces he didn’t want to lose, but although he was glad with the ones he saw, he also noticed some people still missing. Were they still in the water? or were they laying somewhere on the shore?. Suddenly he realized they were stuck, castaways. He glanced sideways and stared at the man next to him sucking on a wine bottle. He gently reached his hand sideways and made a gesture with his hand. A famous gesture that would tell the man ” Give me the damn wine,.. ”. As he received the bottle in his hands which contained the red fluid he was eager for he saluted in his mind and softly spoke the words he was afraid for. (Jack) ” I’ll never get laid on this damn island..Oh .. and away from this island of course. Cheers Jack. ” <e>

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CharlotteCarrendar: – For many a sleepless night, Madeline had dreamed of her rescue. However, the fate of the ships that would come to pass did the same as her ship before them. What the latest castaways may have failed to see in their haste to come up the beach, scavenging all that they could from their vessel’s cargo, was the row of crosses that were just off the beach before the start of the jungle. Brave souls who lost their lives in the sinking of their vessels. Madeline was the only survivor and had endured much hardship in the months since she was marooned. Now suddenly the beach was a flurry of activity of the some rather odd characters that were all joyous to be alive. Introductions attempted in this mad haze were strangely formal. How is it when one is alone for so long, she is able to strike up a conversation, or at least attempt. Jack being one of the first to make himself known, though his eyes settled upon her breasts and he found himself becoming something of a blithering idiot. The woman however, she was dressed to the nines, and certainly out of place against her crew and this odd one, named Jack. Ripping off her heels and throwing them into the fire, brought a gasp from Madeline’s lips. Such finery was thrown away. They could have been useful, if not for walking on. “Neither of you will speak a word of this when we find a way
back!” She shouted angrily, and this was unusual, since it was little chance that another ship would pass by soon. The woman with fancy clothes introduced herself to those gathered. It is a pleasure to meet you Madeline, My name is Idrial Scarlet, Captain of the…”
At the cutting off of her words, Madeline knew what she meant. Perhaps she was a Captain before her ship was wrecked, but now she was just another lost soul on this island hell.

The crew of her ship, did not miss a beat, in salvaging the floating cargo that rolled in with the tide. The sea at least giving back some of what was lost. The provisions could help with the survival of many, but Madeline knew that in the long term, that there was limited food on the island, and if they were to adapt to the life there that she had known, they needed to be well organised and learn to ration out what was on offer.

Madeline could already tell, by the way the sailors acted, that there needed to be some sort of leadership, to maintain order, in what was to become as Jack so eloquently put, a “club”.One other sailor had himself a bottle that had washed up on the beach, and already there was a contest for it. The sailor handed over the wine with little fuss, and Jack let fly with his inner most thoughts of their situation. ” I’ll never get laid on this damn island..Oh .. and away from this island of course. Cheers Jack. ” Madeline rolled her eyes. ~Great…drunken sailors.~ She thought to herself, just what was not needed. But out of the corner of her eye, Madeline spots another man, fall to his knees, further up the beach. Was he from the same shipwreck? Spitting out sand, cursing and wailing. Surely he suffered as he was washed into shore. Perhaps smashed on the head by a floating piece of debris. Silently excusing herself from the others, she quickly tucked in the light cloth of her skirts, and ran down the sand towards the weeping sailor. The last few steps were taken tentatively, in case he lashed out in a delirious haze. Looking out to sea, she saw yet the remains of another ship. Breathing heavily, she felt the shock wash over her. Was this truly the Devil’s island, that claimed all who dared to sail to close? Standing before him, so her form would block the sun, she reached out with her hand, to help him to his feet.

“You need to get up. Come, there are others, that can help you.” <3>

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Xiangxiu: – The day was gloomy; the mirror image of the sun excelled and shimmered down bright along the waves that weren’t clashing against each other. Idrial was poking her finger in the sand and weaving it around and around, the fine granites of tiny shards of what sand was made from was fascinating. Suddenly something caught around her finger and she yanked it up, a beautiful chain. Tears came flooding back to her, memories of her previous life before the sailing of the oceans tides. Her mother was wearing the exact same necklace the day before Idrial left the wondrous land of Brandy Valentower. The day before… the day before her mother had died. Her father was a drunken mess, always wasting his sorrows away at the inn. Idrial remembered having this huge argument about them not wanting her to leave her town. She hadn’t had the chance to forgive her mother for abandoning her before death, would she be damned to lose herself before be able to make amends to her father as well. Staring into the embers of the fire, Idrial put on the necklace and held it tight. Looking around at the other people who were now stranded on this god forsaken island, they were arguing over who would have the first drink, and the first meal. Thinking to herself Idrial shook her head. “Surely I taught them to be more civilized when we haven’t even been stranded for 24 hours.” She noticed that Jack was getting in on the drinks as well, but she forgave him because of his age. Somewhat smiling actually at the way he gestured for the bottle. There was no more time to sit around, even though it was daytime there was a cold and eerie air roaming. The dying kindle of the fire was slowly turning into nothing but smoke and ash, Idrial walked over to the shoreline and found some dry pieces of wood to keep the flames lit. For who knew but Madeline how cold the wind could be, how harsh the rain would fall.

Rain…. Idrial started plotting things in her head as she decided to get some of the crew to swim out just enough in search of a hammer or something. There were already nails in most of the wood that could be carved out and used again. If the crew was going to stay on this island for who knows how long, there would definitely need to be houses, or shelters made to protect them from the weather. Sighing as the crew came back wet and empty handed she slowly lifted her head to sky and closed her eyes. “Oh mother, I know I have not been the best person in the world but if you have damned me here for punishment then I has learned my lessons, I’m so sorry for running away. I just wanted more than that provincial life. I thought you would understand, and help me to the person I have now become.” Before she continued she noticed a crew member had come back, with something in his hand. (Idrial) “Oh my, you… you went out that far, you could’ve been seriously injured.” The crewman just laughed as he gave her the hammer and went back to help the others load up wood on the fire, and set up wood around the sand far enough away from where the waves would weep up to from the wind. Giving the hammer to the people who started aligning wood for shelters the words “Thank you” escaped her lips.

Idrial was walking back to the fire with a faint smile painted upon her face that quickly turned to a blank face as she saw Madeline in the dark shadows further along the beach, on the other side of where the shelters were being built. She was reaching out her hand to a man who was upon his knees in the sand. Idrial took it that he noticed the flames and tried to help as well, but there was no way of knowing what really happened until she asked. As she walked closer she realized that it would be plainly rude to just blurt out what may have happened. Idrial decided to go up to Madeline’s side as she heard Madeline trying to help him up and looked down at him, the figure of her blocking sunlight made it able for Idrial to see his face covered in sand that had tried to been wiped off.
(Idrial) “Here, take this cloth, it isn’t much but it will get the sand off your face easier then your hands.” She gave it to him before he had a chance to decline and grabbed his arm gently. (Idrial) “Come on Maddie, let’s bring him over to where the crew are.” <>

RazukenCarrendar: – All that Grizald heard was the sweet and caring tone of Madeline. He looked up with bloodshot and bruised eyes, some stray wrinkles creased upon his brow. He looked utterly pitiful. His eyes were a deep green, and if someone had looked close enough, perhaps they could see the anger of the sea in his eyes. In the midst of the noise of gulls and the tide breaking, her voice rang out like a bell. (Madeline) “You need to get up. Come, there are others that can help you.” Grizald started to smile, feeling the gritty sand fall off of his damp face. (Idrial) “Here, take this cloth. It isn’t much, but it will get the sand off your face easier than your hands.” Suddenly, a a somewhat dirty cloth was thrown in his face. Taken surprise, he fell backwards into the shore again, and then looked up to see another woman, at least it seemed to be a woman. She grabbed onto his arm and tugged gently. Grizald, with a groan of stiff pain, got up to his feet. (Grizald) “What happened? Where am I?” As he was brought along, arm-in-arm, the gulls kept mourning overhead on the spire. In the distance, upon the waves, a Captain’s hat was floating along. ‘The Washed Flagon’, half destroyed, was marooned on the sand bank. The sun started to clear above the dissipating clouds, and the sky started in on a wild blue hue. But how long would it last before the next storm came along? Remember.. ‘Red sky in the morning… the Sailor takes warning..”

MaylionCarrendar : – He had got rid of his heavy boots and placed them next to his body. He could feel the sand tickle his feet and slightly cool off his body. You know what they say ‘ When your feet are cold, your body is cold ‘, and that was just what he needed to collect his thoughts and think of a plan that would help him and the rest of this group to survive. The sinking in was done, There was no further need to think about their misery. Jack rubbed his finger under his nose and burped up this disgusting smell of red wine and lobster he had for dinner last night. It probably was his last decent meal. He glanced over at Madeline and Idrial and noticed they had moved on to help this man up his feet. Jack moved his jaw in order to loosen his old and cramped muscles in his face while turning his head around to watch others starting to build up wooden shelters. Jack raised his right hand with his palm faced to the sky. He could feel tiny drops of water fall on his hands. (Jack) ” Rain?.. are we serious? ”. The positive look on jacks face easily turned into a irritated one. Rain was the last thing they needed on this forsaken island. Now what to doo.. what to do… He slowly tabbed his chin while dropping the bottle in the sand. He could save some for later he guessed. The old man was going to be more useful today. Sand couldn’t be cleaned so there was no choice after all. As he pushed his own body back upon his feet he couldn’t stop his pervy mind from thinking about something. The captain would need a private hut right?, if he managed to create a beautiful hut and decorate it with pink flowers, and typical girly crap.. — Maybe Idrial was prepared to finally sleep with him. Same thing for Madeline LeFleur. (Jack) ” Eh– heheh — heeheuheuhe ..AUHGUGHUSHGUSHSUH ” With a slight red face and his lower lip nearly stuffed in his nose, chuckling like a little kid he scanned the area for more wood.

He probably could borrow some nails and a hammer from Lazy eye joe who constantly kept hitting his own finger due .. the obvious. While he was finally moving his ass and came in action he kept an eye on the male who stole the attention of the two ladies. <e>

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CharlotteCarrendar : – With the assistance of Idrial, the two women helped the lost sailor to his feet and then together walked him up the beach, though his questions suggested that he had more than just a smack to the head by a piece of driftwood. Glancing over her left shoulder, out to the choppy waves, she could spot what would have been the mast of the man’s ship, finally surrendering to the sea. Another victim of Poseidon’s games. Madeline secured the man tighter with her arm wrapped around his, and noticed that he still had a fair bit of sand clinging to his sodden face. But of course, when it rains…it pours. And it did so, the clouds opening up, showering all on the beach, so that there was little chance of being dry, unless they went deep into the jungle itself. Madeline had spent a few days, following what she found to be tracks, made by animals, but more likely other inhabitants, but she had always come to a point, where she reached a cross in the path, and the sign that was there, was painted in blood. Several heads were also on spikes, and it was clearly a warning, to those that ventured so far in. It was clear that she was not truly alone on this island, prior to the new castaways joining her. Should she tell these sea faring folk right away, or let the sound of drums, that are heard once every month, alert them to the perilous danger that they now face. Madeline had managed to keep herself safe, but staying as close to the beach as possible. Days making her fire piles, in the hopes of being rescued. But deep in her heart, she knew that she would have to face her greatest fear….the lost tribe of the Island. <3>

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Xiangxiu : – With Madeline helping Idrial half carry the man back to the now wet pieces of broken and singed wood that the cloud had brought along with rain. Listening to him as he asked questions that Idrial herself was going to ask. (Grizald) “What happened? Where am I?” Noticing that Madeline did not answer him Idrial looked to him with despair and sympathy in her eyes. (Idrial) “No one knows what happened, these seas… they’re no place for anyone, not even sailors who’ve dared to travel the seven seas.” She sighed and noticed Madeline was fixed on something, the remains of this man’s ship, sinking into the neverending abyss. Along the shore she noticed that huts were being built quickly which was convenient because of the water that fell from the great sky above. This was the only hope of shelter unless Madeline knew of somewhere else than along the beach. (Idrial.) “Maybe you should rest in one the already built huts while we help the others before this rain gets worse.” She spoke to the man they were holding and glanced over to Madeline. Looking around at the crewman still fast at work, hammering. Then Idrial came across someone she never thought would be helping, were her eyes deceiving her, and was that actually Jack? With a hammer? No, it couldn’t be. She erased the thought from her mind thinking he was drinking away at the bottle he always held onto like it was his life support. <e>

Roleplay Live : A Pirate’s Life

Land Lovers – Part Three

Distant Drums

Players;

RazukenCarrendar
MaylionCarrendar
CharlotteCarrendar
Xiangxiu

RazukenCarrendar: – They held him tightly, as if he were going to fall. Grizald felt that his legs were just as useless as Singapore noodles. However, he kept moving on as best as he could, picking his feet up like lead weights and plopping them one-by-one into the white sand. His head hung low, Grizald felt empty. He knew he was forgetting something, but it would not come. A large, wet drop plopped right into the muddled red hair of Grizald. This snapped him out of his daze. He looked up at the sky to see the puffy clouds start to become darker and more menacing. It was indeed going to storm soon. Rain fell suddenly and hard, dropping onto the sand, creating a small light show as the water was absorbed. In response to his answer, Idrial said to him in a soft tone, (Idrial) “No one knows what happened. These seas… they’re no place for anyone, not even sailors who’ve dared to travel the seven seas.” Grizald looked up as Idrial sighed, finally getting a clear look at her face. She almost seemed familiar. ‘Have I laid eye on these lass before?’ Grizald thought. ‘No… maybe it is me old mind acting out of desperation.’ Grizald looked to where they had their attention, and was utterly shocked. His ship was sinking right into the shallow sand bar. Grizald groaned loudly with a depressed tone. He did not even notice the huts being built for shelter. He simply hung his head low, and trudged along wearily. The voice of Idrial was a bit louder in tone because of the increasing frequency of the rain. (Idrial) “Maybe you should rest in one of the already built huts while we help the others before this rain gets worse.” Grizald would simply moan with discontent, nodding slowly to give her some sort of a response. He was entirely at the mercy of his rescuers, losing his strength bit by bit. His feet fumbled underneath him, and his breathing became shallow. A man, so heartbroken, his own body fails him. What will he do?

MaylionCarrendar: – Hoping the girls would notice his hard work and mad hammering skills, he was standing there in the pouring rain creating a private hut for his captain, and for Madeline LeFleur.. And here was only hoping that the male who was with them didn’t get invited over for a pyjama party. In all seriousness he was trying to help out his captain and the complete bunch of stranded humans in order to survive. All by all, the chances were small they ever would break free and sail away towards the horizon to civilization. He noticed two eyes stinging in his neck. The female eyes of his captain were looking at him. Proud man as he was he made himself bigger physical trying to show off those ”muscles” again.. You could say allot about jack sometimes, but really he was just an insecure dork who had chosen the life of a pirate to run away from his problems down at the shore. In his fantasy the two ladies were still standing behind him. They would let their eyes scan over the amazing wooden huts that Jackie-man made them.. In reality they probably weren’t looking and the two amazing wooden huts crashed down as soon as the wind came up. (Jack) ” .. yup-yup.. Never getting laid. I should find something else to do.. really. ” He dropped the hammer in the sand and turned around and longed to be ordered around by his captain. He made his way over to the three-sum .. And no reader this scene is not what you think.. Once jack had made his way through the soaking wet sand and the different men and women building up their huts and collecting supplies, he had caught up with Madeline, Idrial, and a man that seemed to be either drunk, or just woozy-boozy… or broken.

Before addressing Idrial and asking her what he could do for her except for brooming the sand he stared at the man in between them. (Jack) ” I didn’t think there would be a male around here more stupid and looking like hell than me.. Can i do anything for him? or .. are you two ladies ‘bringing him back to lifeee’ if you know what i mean. Jack pulled one side of his mouth upwards to show a smile that had a deeper meaning.. Yes we all knew what he meant.

CharlotteCarrendar: – What the new castaways didn’t know, was that Madeline had managed to construct a reasonable hut, just off the beach, which was very well masked, thanks to the use of banana leaves and other palm prongs. Woven together with strips of bark, that had taken a good month of so to weave, she had built a hut that for the most part, could keep out the incessant rain of the tropical season. Jack’s efforts though noble, clearly could not stand up to the tumoltous wind, as hard as he tried to make it weather proof. One gust and down they went again. Madeline huffed, as the bedraggled Sea Captain was finding that his legs were losing power. The oncoming storm, a regular at this time of day, was sure to make him even heavier. “This way, we need to get him under shelter. I have something big enough for two people.” Adjusting her hold on his arm and shoulder, she motioned with her head, the direction of her hut to Idrial. “Just a little bit further.” Passing Jack, who was moaning about not getting laid anytime soon, she could not help but blurt. “That’s the least of your problems at the moment.” And she was right…far off in the distance, the drumming started. At first a single beat, that had many a bird in the trees flying out, scattering into the stormy sky. They knew what this meant, and sadly enough, so did Madeline

“Hurry..” she urged, picking up her pace, and grunting as she tried to take more of Grizald’s weight. On reaching the hut, she flipped back a torn piece of sail, to reveal a hut that had a large mat on the floor, made from woven leaves. It was better than nothing, and it was dry. “Take your wet things off….and get in.” Releasing Grizald, and then pointing to a small chest in the corner, she had dragged up the beach months before. “Might be something in the chest that is dry…I suggest you put that on, and Idrial and I hang up your clothes.’ Turning back, as he was to enter the hut, she cast her eyes back to Jack. “Let me help you with your huts.” Trying to divert the questions of what the drumming meant. <3

Xiangxiu: – Idrial nodded as they walked past Jack who was actually the one with the hammer and laughed ironically as the huts he made fell down, but then that laughter turned to cold a gloomy laugh of one that had just lost all hope of returning home in the future. (Idrial.) “We’re all going to die out here aren’t we?” Just as the sarcasm left her voice Idrial could hear something, a faint beating, getting louder till you could unmistakably hear the calling of a drum. Looking away from the beach, for the first time Idrial noticed a type of Amazon which she was sure wasn’t there before. She was just about to suggest to go in there when she looked to Madeline and saw the fear in her expression. Idrial turned back to the jungle and saw all types of animals running in the opposite direction of the drums, lemmas dancing in and out the trees, birds flying higher than to the tips of the jungle in a flurry to get away, even lizards scurrying across the ground quicker than Idrial had ever seen. Just what type of game was this, whose idea of a sick joke to put fear in people with the sound of drums. (Madeline.) “Hurry…” Madeline had urged and picked up the pace. Idrial followed and kept up with her movements until they reached the sail, which Madeline pulled back to reveal a hut that looked big. It must have taken a while to build because the leave woven floor looked almost perfectly done.

Lost in the moment between what to do now and the sound of drums in the treacherous jungle which suggested natives or Indians or outsiders or all of the above. Idrial quickly shook her head and looked at how harsh the rain was beginning to fall, she helped Grizald and Madeline stop from getting more wet by picking up one of the fallen leaves of a palm tree that had been right next to the hut. She put it up in between herself and the other side of the entrance of the hut while she heard (Madeline.) “Take your wet things off… and get inside, might be something in the chest that is dry enough for you to wear, I suggest you put that on while Idrial and I will hang up your clothes.” Idrial nodded as Grizald hopped inside the hut and went over to the chest. (Idrial.) “I’ll hang his clothes while you go help Jack, it’s quicker that way. “ ~Quickly dropping the huge leaf to pick up Grizald’s clothes, she found a nice Palm tree bough behind the hut to hang his clothes up. The leaves from the higher tree next to it stopped his clothes becoming drenched from the rain and it didn’t take Idrial long to rip some leaves into a vine formation to hold his clothes from blowing with the wind. Noticing Madeline was effortlessly helping Jack with ease Idrial decided to check on how Grizald was doing. <e>

RazukenCarrendar: – (Irial) “We are all going to die out here, aren’t we?” Just then, Jack trundled up with a alcohol-induced swagger. Jack had the audacity to speak so disrespectfully in front of his own Captain, and especially her being a woman. Grizald, being one for chivalry rose into a temper with his red-headed nature. In his displeased mood, resolved aimed a drunken-like kick at Jack, who was standing just far enough away to not get hit. Yet, he would get the message that this old Seadog was not amused by vulgar jokes. After this, Madeline spoke in a tone of urgency, hearing the beat of drums growing louder in the distance. (Madeline) “Hurry…” Grizald, with renewed strength because of his anger picked up his feet to move across the tricky sand faster. They arrived at a beautifully crafted beach hut, no doubt belonging to Madeline. (Madeline) “Take your wet things off… and get inside, might be something in the chest that is dry enough for you to wear, I suggest you put that on while Idrial and I will hang up your clothes.” Grizald hobbled inside gratefully and began to strip. Once he was starch-naked, he could feel the brine drying on his skin, making it tighten. Quickly, he opened up the chest and pulled out some old peasant clothes. An old pair of brown trousers, made from sackcloth, and a light stained white cotton shirt. Remarkably, they fit just right, hugging his frame like an old friend. Even wondered where these clothes came from. ‘I wonder if the last person to wear dese clothes was dead…’ He grabbed his belongings, and then walked out of the hut briefly for a moment to hand Idrial h is wet clothes. He then would look towards Idrial, watching her hang his clothes, and waiting to see what he should do next since they took control the situation. Grizald was extremely tired. He was only a lost soul captured once again by the unfair seas and cruel time.

Land Lovers – Part Four.

Jungle dreaming.

Players:

RazukenCarrendar
MaylionCarrendar
CharlotteCarrendar
Xiangxiu

MaylionCarrendar : -Completely disregarding the attempt kick by Grizald he focues on the two ladies. He was slightly older.. allot older. The drums haven’t caught his attention untill he stepped outside with Madeline. She offered him to help out with the huts but jack folded his arms and wasn’t planning to start on the huts.. She already had one after all. As he walked beside her through the pouring rain he noticed the birds fly off, just like the animals who ran.. as if deeper in the forest evil lurked and surprisngly evil was awesome on the drums. Jack turned his head to madeline. ( Jack ) ” … So, i’m going to be blunt and straight forwards with you. I think you missed telling us a small detail of this island. ” He stopped his legs from moving forwards. most huts were standing by now a few meters away, and nearly evey man or woman ofcourse was already hiding and waiting for the rain to stop pouring from the sky. (jack) ” You thought we wouldn’t notice right? .. a bunch of people trying to save this female in distress on island and get trapped themself.. and ALL of the sudden… Drums are played .. and you have slight fear in your eyes ma’am. ” He then bowed forward to look into her eyes. While staring with no-pervy eyes he started to scratch his soaking wet beard. (Jack) ” Right.. Im going to build up my hut.. ” Expecting Madeline would walk straight back to the ” Cool ”’ hut he turned around and grabbed a hammer from the sand a few meters away.. Women… They are all the damn same.. Get you into trouble easily.
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CharlotteCarrendar : – Nodding to Idrial, when she offered to hang up Grizald’s wet clothes, she shook her head, as water sprayed down around her. Tearing off a bit of her own skirt, she tied back up her wayward locks into a ponytail, then headed off to see Jack, and his sad attempts at making new huts. By now it was literally pouring down, and she knew it would be harder to work out in the wet, and easier to build new structures with dried out branches and strips from palms. Casting one last glance over her shoulder back at what had been her home on the island for months, she knew it was unlikely she would get to use it again. But now adept to hut construction, she was better off helping to make more. Approaching Jack, after the start of the drumming, and the way the native fauna was reacting, he must have got the impression of imminent danger or the fact they were certainly not alone on this island. ” … So, i’m going to be blunt and straight forwards with you. I think you missed telling us a small detail of this island. ” Madeline, had barely met these people, just escorted them up the beach, and offered her own lodgings and clothing. So with the drumming just starting, she knew she had questions to answer. “From my carvings on my tree, I count that I have been here on this island, about ninety days. The drumming you are hearing, happens once every thirty days.” The rain was now pouring down, she used her hand to wipe the excess water from her face, so she could see Jack properly. “I do not venture to far into the jungle. I know what I have seen, and I don’t go past the skulls.” This would be a clear indication, that the castaways were going to have to pull together and be orgainised, in the face of what the other island inhabitants may do, when they are discovered.

” You thought we wouldn’t notice right? .. a bunch of people trying to save this female in distress on island and get traped themself.. and ALL of the sudden… Drums are played .. and you have slight fear in your eyes ma’am. ” Jack said, bending down to stare directly into her eyes. She got a whiff of his nasty breath and drew back her head in disgust. Not wanting to be rude, she had to force herself not to be sick, but she did make a gagging motion. The way he spoke to her, brought up a fire from within her belly. “Its pretty hard not to notice. You all arrived here right on the day of their ceremony. Naturally you are all going to hear it, but I don’t keep a time piece to give me fair warning, except..*she pointed at her calendar tree*..counting the grooves to know.” The man seemed insufferable. Marching off to build his own hut. Snorting angrily, she placed her hands squarely on her hips. “You do just that, in the pouring rain. In the meantime, I am going to gather some fresh water. Mhm…cause believe it or not, without it, you are all going to die.” – and with that, she spun on her heel and picked up her pot, and stomped off into the jungle. <3>

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Xiangxiu : -Idrial having noticed that Grizald had already changed after she went to see how he was doing, his eyes looked wearied and flooded with the despondency of the Machiavellian seas. Although his physique looked better with the new tightly fitted clothes he wore, which looked like it had belonged to a peasant. Brown and tatty trousers with stained tee shirt made from a cheap looking cotton that was starting to fray. He needed rest, but so did everyone else on this discarded island. Idrial smiled as he was watching her and walked closer to the hut before realizing the chest. (Idrial) “Did you see any clothes in there for me? I didn’t come prepared for the island as you see.” She dropped her hand to her thighs and pulled her dress outward. Noticing he nodded, or what seemed to be a nod to Idrial, she turned into the hut and looked through the chest, throwing out old peasant’s clothes until she found a fairly new looking one, which looked like it had been worn by a female crewman who had quite some taste for finery. The collars and hems of the arms and waistline were made from a soft silk, while the interior of the blouse looking shirt was made from a soft cotton. Idrial wondered why Madeline didn’t wear this. Maybe she hadn’t looked through the chest yet. Finding a matching pair of undergarments Idrial slowly undressed from her dress and put on the light clothing that gave protection and a soothing feel against her delicate skin. It was weird, Idrial wanted to be a pirate and pirates usually got their hands dirty and didn’t care about what they wore or how their skin felt, just about the seas and their ships. But Idrial was no ordinary pirate, she was one that came with all sorts of oddities and had a perseverance about caring for her appearance.

Finally having some clarity about the way she looked she smiled faintly and looked around the hut for a string or something. Having no luck Idrial tore a piece of cloth from a shirt that was thrown on the ground and kept ripping until it looked good enough to use. She flicked her hair back and let it cascade down her back. Idrial’s hair was always straight and she had to keep waving it to the side so it wouldn’t get in her eyes, this was another thing she took perseverance in looking after, and liked it long. Tying her hair up with the newly ripped cloth, she started to feel like she was fitting in with everyone else, while remaining effortlessly beautiful. Noticing Madeline had flowers in her hut gave a brighter smile to Idrial as she plucked a frangipani with her dainty hands and placed it in her dark brown hair, the color blending in well, to radiate the features of her flawless face.

Coming to a discontinuance cessation Idrial realized she was spending way too much time on herself, feeling guilty and rude to Grizald who was probably staring blankly into the sea. (Idrial.) “You should come in here and lay down, you look like the sea got to you the most out of all of us.” She slowly placed one hand around his waist and the other around his arm and walked him inside not knowing if he could walk properly, even though he had managed to change on his own. Looking back as she did she noticed that Jack and Madeline were talking about something, and that Madeline shrugged him off like dirt as she walked towards to the jungle. Where on earth was she going with those drums about? Idrial was sure she knew Madeline had heard them before and meant danger. Trying to get an idea she took her observing over to Jack who was relentlessly pounding away a bent nail into a straight piece of wood. She took it they never considered to Parley? As Idrial tilted her head she noticed he looked somewhat angered, and it helped him concentrate on building, the hut he was working on looked like it was beginning to become stable.

Focusing her attention back to Grizald she sat him down on what looked like a hammock and pulled out her water bag, giving to him for something to drink from. (Idrial.) “Do you feel any better from when you crashed?” <e>

RazukenCarrendar : -Grizald leaned tiredly on a sturdy part of the hut. It creaked loudly. He figured it would not be best to lean on it, and instead turned his body toward the coastline, watching the strengthening waves crash upon the shallow reef. Idrial came up from behind, done hanging his clothes. (Idrial) “Did you see any clothes in there for me? I didn’t come prepared for the island as you see.” She then tugged at the worn dress that she had been wearing. He looked at her, furrowed a brow and nodded. Idrial went inside the hut and started to rifle through the chest. Grizald turned his head away from the doorway and carefully placed the leaves to the entrance in a way to obscure any prying eyes. Grizald was getting some strength back, now that he was out of those heavy and soaked clothes he was wearing earlier. The rain still poured, but since they were closer to what seemed to be a jungle, it was dryer under the canopy of the palms.

A breeze was picking up heavily, gusting and flowing aross the beach, spraying a fine mist of brine into the air. Grizald was staring into the sea, lost in himself. Empty was his mind, but he felt that all of this before him was so familiar. Idrial exited the hut, (Idrial) “You should come in here and lay down, you look like the sea got to you the most out of all of us.” Grizald did not even turn around, but simply nodded. Grizald felt Idrial’s hand reach to his waist, and then around to his arm. He felt more secure, but perhaps she was right. Grizald turned around, following her lead. A convieniently placed hammock was between two close palms, to which Idiral insisted he sit down with a light push. He sat down, and his body immediately began to tire out, wanting to sleep. Grizald almost missed what Idrial was going to say. (Idrial) “Do you feel any better from when you crashed?” Gratefully he took the bag of water that she had handed to him, and took a small swig. It was then that Grizald noticed her change of appearance.

Idrial looked different. She was no longer in a dirty and wet dress. Her figure was more defined in the new-looking blouse and bottoms. It was almost… attractive. However, Grizald kept his vision fixated on her face, which needless to say, was very pretty. He smirked and scoffed at himself, speaking in a clearer and bass tone. “Oi’d say I feel loike my ould mum beat me with a steel pan, and hit me head wit a bottle o’ Brian’s Dark Ale… Other than that, marm.. I believe I am going to be alright…” He then took another swig of the water, not having any of it fresh for many days.

MaylionCarrendar : – As jack had turned around and walked off with his fist clenched next to his body, he already seemed to regret the fact that he verbally attacked this young and still hot woman. Blaming her for the probably unknown secrets lurking in the forest wasn’t the best and nicest thing he could do. “You do just that, in the pouring rain. In the meantime, I am going to gather some fresh water. Mhm…cause believe it or not, without it, you are all going to die.” — Maybe she was right, building a hut in the pouring rain wasn’t the smartest thing at the moment but for some reason his anger lead to a decent base of his hut. After fifteen minutes of hammering on nails and blaming everyone around him for being castaway he simply made the decision to follow Madeline into the forest. The drums had been long gone but his mind kept playing the addictive beat in his head. now — now jack what did the lady told you about those drums? They were only played once every thirty days.. Strange. She also dropped the word ceremony. As jack walked in the direction Madeline went to pick up water he thought about the whole situation more carefully. Madeline had seen skulls in the forest.. maybe they should find out if these were human skulls . If they were human this situation would become a little bit more creepy. Stupid or not Jack could use his brain.. Unfortunaly he only had enough blood to let on of the two work at the same time.. Either his brain, or his package.

(Jack) ” Madeline! .. Madeline! Hold up lad! ” With his arms he pushed massive leafs out of his face while stepping over the branches in the forest. Which way did she go? The rain had nearly stopped from falling. (Jack) ” Okay — Listen up.. I’m sorry for being an dick. I know i can come across as a pervy asshole sometimes, but that’s only when Jack drank a bottle of jack. ” He smirked at his own word joke. (Jack) ” but really.. Don’t leave — .. me here.. You’re right, it’s not your fault you didn’t tell us straight away, We should become a team, work together y’know. Find out what’s happening.. ” He was turning around in circles surrounded by tree’s and tree’s… and oh surprise! MORE TREE’S. (Jack) ” OI! .. OI!! Madeline! .. Someone? .. ”

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CharlotteCarrendar : – Pushing her way through the follage, the splatt of large palm leaves smacking her when she tried to cut through the path, only made her all the more annoyed. Simmering away, you could even see the steam rising off her skin, as her skin burned with annoyance. Muttering curses under her breath, she picked up her steps, so to clear over the exposed tree roots, and fallen palm prongs. The jungle was at times a treacherous place for those that were not sure footed. Further in she went, till she reached the spot, where the monstrous leaves of elephant plants, captured much of the fallen rain, and she sat her pot down and tipped the leaves, to gain some of the water, into the it. Again and again, she continued this procedure of harnessing the clean water, only to look back over her shoulder, when she heard the loud voice of Jack, calling from closer to the shore. ” Okay — Listen up.. I’m sorry for being an dick. I know i can come across as a pervy asshole sometimes, but that’s only when Jack drank a bottle of jack. ” Stopping, Madeline rose to standing and shook her head, as Jack seemed to try and crack jokes. Typical of these sea faring folk. The castaway returned to collecting water, when again, she heard his voice, clearly, he was lost. ” but really.. Don’t leave — .. me here.. You’re right, it’s not your fault you didn’t tell us straight away, We should become a team, work together y’know. Find out what’s happening.. ” Madeline actually smiled, well, a crooked one, when Jack admitted that perhaps she was right. Course she was right, and with enough water collected, she picked up the pot, and turned back for the shore camp.

” OI! .. OI!! Madeline! .. Someone? .. ” Jack now seemed to be getting in a panic, and Madeline finally responded. “Hold ya britches, I be right there. And they say Men are supposed to be so good at tracking. Well we all know now that is a lie. I’m coming.”- Powering her way down the track, the water sloshing out of the pot, she caught him up and stared at him, looking like a drowned dog.

“Now, are you going to let me help you, or are we going to have ourselves another arguement?”<3>

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Xiangxiu : -Idrial turned to the door of the hut to see Jack walk of towards the direction of the jungle, he must’ve followed Madeline, Idrial hoped they would be safe alone in the Jungle. She turned to go after Jack to see if they would be ok, but would feel bad for leaving Grizald alone. Idrial smiled and tried to hide a faint blush at how the way his pirate like accent sounded as he spoke. From the sound of it compared to her soft voice, he was on the seas a lot longer than Idrial had been. (Grizald) “Oi’d say I feel loike my ould mum beat with a steel pan, and hit me head wit a bottle o’ Brian’s Dark Ale… Other than that, marm.. I believe I am going to be alright…” Feeling sorry for him, knowing his mother probably hit when he was younger, reminded her yet again of how her own mother was no longer here. (Idrial.) “Sounds like you might have had it rough, is that why you wanted to be a Pirate Grizald?” Trying to hide her face from Grizald as he didn’t need to see her like this, with tears painted across her face as she remembered someone else sounding like that. A man who had first met up with her in England. His name was Leonardo. He taught her so much about ships, and the seas. It was the first time Idrial had ever opened up to someone as a friend apart from good ol’ Jack. But Leo was becoming more than a friend.

The night she had remembered so well. The wind was smooth against her skin, the dark blue ocean was the same color as the sky that night. The stars and the moon lit a path straight for the course they were traveling. Idrial was telling Leonardo about why she had left to travel among the open seas. It was comforting not having to hide anymore, like she was now. Leonardo and pulled Idrial’s head to lean on his and that’s when it happened. A strong wind blew from out of nowhere, like it had near this island. Leonardo went up to the deck to try and turn the ship back onto course. Idrial cried out for him to not go out in the weather. The winds were strong enough to blow someone away. “Don’t go, please! It’s too dangerous” Idrial was holding her fingers tangled in her her, tugging the strands slightly as tears feel from her eyes. “I’ll be fine” he said, that’s all he said but it was too late before he heard her. “NOO! I don’t… I can’t.. live.. without you in my life, please, don’t leave me alone at a time like this, in a place… like this!” She fell to her knees as he opened the door to the deck, the wind picking him up off his feet as he fell overboard into the sea. He had knocked his head on the door as the wind picked him up, and feel unconscious. This is how she knew he was gone, the rest of the crew were still sleeping that night and by morning he would be long under, he was nothing but a memory.

All she remembered after that was lying on the floor of her cabin and crying until there was more tears left. After that she had never opened up to anyone, ever. It is the reason why she hasn’t even looked at any of her crew in that way, with a despondency of being hurt again. Before realizing she felt suddenly really tired and as she tried to move to let Grizald rest she was already asleep, the last tear leaving her face as her head had rested on Grizald’s chest and her hand clenched around his shirt. She must have been dreaming of that night instead of thinking of it as a memory because she didn’t even know when she rested her head or fell asleep. This was the first time since that night she felt close to being warm again, something deep inside told her she could open up again, that it was finally time to let go of the past. <e>

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RazukenCarrendar : -Idrial’s sweet voice rung out amidst the blowing wind and crashing waves of the shore. (Idrial) “Sounds like you might have had it rough, is that why you wanted to be a Pirate Grizald?” It was then that she turned her head away, her body language hiding some strong emotion. He turned his head toward the open wind, letting the lingering smell of the fresh break of the waves fill his nostrils. He thought hard, trying to get a straight answer. (Grizald) “Oi’ve only ever known sailin… Oi think I was just a normal sailin lad, and then I grew hungry for the adventurin’ ways of a Pirate! The sea has ever been me home, me companion, like ‘ow a man and ‘is wife are always lovin, and then getting mighty angry with each other.” Grizald turned his head back to her, his eyes barely staying open. All he remembered was reaching to her and saying, “It will all be ok..” The water pouch slipped from his fingers as he fell asleep. The last thing he felt was the warm tears falling from her face upon his chest. As he slept, the drums seemed to beat farther in the distance, and a distorted dream came into his mind.

It was all dark at first, as all most dreams begin. Swirls of grey and red began streaking into his vision as a blurred scene came into mind. Was this another memory? The smell of a nasty brine filled his nostrils. It was a docking bay, and he was on the pier. The sound of creaky vessels hung dimly in the night air. Kerosene lamps flickered around the harbor. Sweat creased upon his brow, and his muscles were strained. Out of the darkness came a harsh voice, “A man knows his limits, but a sailor has none! Faster!” Training for weeks, Grizald was dreaming of his younger days. Just before he turned to Piracy, he had gone through a series of strength and stamina training by a harsh officer of an English Galleon. The merchant ship was the home of a strict Quartermaster by the name of Henry. The scene of that dreary night played out in Grizald’s mind. Yet, this time he would not forget. He remembered his strength, and his stamina. He recalled his wisdom of the tricks and ways of sailing a large ship. Could this help the situation? Grizald slipped into a deeper sleep, and his vision of the dream was lost to a pitch blackness until he would wake.

Role play Live : Group : A Pirate’s Life.

A Siren’s song.

Writers:
CharlotteCarrendar
T1Legend
IanWachmann
CortaeDeEssSar
aOpheliac.

CharlotteCarrendar: -The Captain knew that his beloved needed her rest, the first sign of the stifled yawn, and he held a breath deep in his chest, before releasing it slowly. On showing of her small smile, he did something that he had never done before. As if pulled by tiny strings, the corners of his lips did so move upward. Was this a smile? It was the best he could muster, but was heartwarming to see. A glimpse of the Captain, no one else would ever be privy to see. “Rest…its good.” Yes, rest is good, and by god’s he could use some too. Had he been any worse, he would have gotten into bed beside her, but instead, he simply wandered over to his desk, and sat down in his ornate chair, kicking back up his boots on the oak desk and tipping his hat down over his eyes, he promptly drifted off to sleep. What does a Captain dream about you may ask? I can imagine, it would be a setting, far from Port Royale and the dramas that they had fled, but instead a cove, one that was lush and green, with his darling Rachael, dressed like that of the women in oil paintings, he had seen on many a raid. A bride in white satin, who he would carry off into the dark of night, and be one with….forever. <3>
CharlotteCarrendar: Many of the crew had either fallen asleep in their bunks, or even on the top deck, where the night watchman, a fine strapping lad from the Caribbean with skin the colour of the richest chocolate, continued to steer the ship on its designated course. The Devil’s Mystery creaked and groaned, as any old sea faring lady of the waves would. Its mighty bulk ploughing through the waves at good speed. The Sails were open full and the waves lapped and tumbled in its wake. Fixing the wheel with a rope tie off, the Night watchman decided to go below deck, to get himself a drink before assuming his duty….leaving the wheel…unattended. <3>

Guest_IanWachmann: *Kaui sauntered topside of the ship, passing one of the night crew as he did. The two exchanged a quick “Oi.” then Kaui moved to the top once more and made his way port side to lean against the rail and take in the salt air and sway of the boat, his caramel colored skin seeming darker under the moon’s pale glow he stared to the stars “The gods keep the wake quite tonight, eh?” he whispered to the wind. He then turned aft to go towards the wheelman and watch the ship cut a swath through the midnight blue ocean*

CharlotteCarrendar:- As Rachael snored softly in her bunk, Captain Moon felt the ship lurch slightly, his prized pygmy skull rolled across his desk and smacked into his boot. ~cough..splutter…whezz~ “Confounded…gah..Can’t a man have a bit of shut eye?” Rachael groaned softly and turned over in her cot, as the Captain tipped his hat up slightly with his right index finger. “Oo…sorry luv.” Taking his boots down off his ornate oak writing desk, where they landed on the floor with a dull thud, he groaned as he forced himself up to standing and then cracked his back. Sleeping in the chair, was not exactly kind to his old bones. “Better see what the night watchman be up tah.” The Captain gave the lapel of his coat a quick tug, then headed for the door, opening it with a loud creak from the rusty hinges, again causing Rachael to moan something inaudible, as the Captain left. Up on the top deck, the nightwatchman was returning, only to spot Kaui sauntering along. “You be careful Capn’ don’t be catching ya, lad.” The nightwatchman said with a curt tone, as the Captain stood in behind him. “Like you…eh? What’s this rope ‘ere tied round the damn wheel? It got loose, ya cod fish…now..get this ship..BACK ON COURSE!” <3>

Guest_IanWachmann: *Kaui turned at the sudden noise and tossed his shoulders back* C-Cap’n, ser. I was just coming up to check the wake o’ th’ ship sir *He tossed his hair down, his black bangs hiding his face slightly as his tribal tattoos showed on his lightly muscled forearms and biceps. He turned to the wheel man* Two full turns hard right if we’re making port in Tortuga, the sails aren’t getting full wind *The air and sea whispered to him in an old language that his grandfather spoke, he held his gaze down hoping Moon wasn’t staring at him like he was daft*

T1Legend: If the nightwatchman cared to cast his gaze overboard, he would find an assortment of peculiar flotsam floating daintily in the waves. Petticoats, undergarments, braziers and all manner of frilly things drifted by the vessel in great droves. Amidst this sea of unmentionables was a single watercraft too quaint to be described as a boat. From it, there did arise quite a clamor. “—that is not the point! Never you mind what mother might think, Jen—Jake! I’ll not have you ravaged atop the highseas by a band of ruffians! You never know when one might encounter a pirate ship! “ Their little craft ( Roger was beginning to think of it as the H.M.S Panties) lurched towards the larger vessel in the salty gloom. Roger called out while gamely throwing a handful of feminine articles into the deep. “I say! I say, old man! Do be a good bunch of fellows and assist us getting our luggage aboard! We are British citizens in dire need of emergency assistance!” Jenny/Jake regarded her brother with a mixture of hopelessness and amusement, having spotted the jolly roger long before her brother had begun to chuck her clothing overboard. She did not think that Roger’s pants or tunic were cut for her figure. And her hair!

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Captain sneered at the watchman, who drooped his shoulders the moment he had been caught not attending to his night duties. The Captain pointed sternly at the wheel, with what looked to be smoke coming from his ears. “Lively lad…get on it.” Course, Kaui mentioned that he happened to be passing, and offered advice to the wheel man “Two full turns hard right if we’re making port in Tortuga, the sails aren’t getting full wind” Captain Moon heard this with a mark of surprise, and the Wheel man scratched his bald head, looking quite dumb. “YOU HEARD THE LAD!…TWO FULL BLASTED TURNS!” The wheelsman did as he was ordered, while the Captain angrily adjusted his hat. “Hard to get a good crew that is not filled with babbling baboons. Right..now..all’s well then.” Or was it? For the crew that had been woken by the Captain’s booming voice, heard something coming from out beyond the mist. “I say! I say, old man! Do be a good bunch of fellows and assist us getting our luggage aboard! We are British citizens in dire need of emergency assistance!” Two of the crew leaned over the sides, and saw the undergarments floating in the sea. One raised a call to the Captain. “CAP’N…look at what be floating in the waves?” The Captain nodded to Kaui to follow him down, where all four would peer over the sides, and see the smaller vessel. “British, ya say. Well…you be a long way from Coventry cove, aye? Certainly……we’ll be helpin ya.” He then leaned over to one of the crew and said. “Fetch those bloomers and frillys from the sea. Rachael will be ever thankful, lad.” The Crew lowered a small boat down, to fetch those in need, and their..floating treasure. <3>

aOpheliac: The sea would always be her home, but for now she had to leave it. Her home was as vast of the Pacific and the Atlantic, but it still wasn’t big enough to escape his wrath. This was a bad idea from the start but it had to be done. She was tired of swimming, and simply started to float. They would come for her, soon she would know justice. Snow white hair moved with the ocean waves, as lithe female form floated still in the water letting the ocean currents take her. The waves changed, growing more violent as something massive drew near. Tilting her head back spied as ship drawing near. “Jammy one.” She laughed. “It always works out in the end.” She needed to draw their attention, if she could get on the ship she could survive another night. She shifted, her fins becoming legs, a simple spell gave her the illusion of clothes. Supple lips parted letting out a scream for help, one after another till her throat grew sore.

Guest_IanWachmann: *Kaui turned started at the captain not reprimanding him, his ear ticked slightly as he heard it. Above the din of the captain and the British expats calling for help he heard her cry for help he whirled on the Cap’n* Ser! Lady overboard t’ starboard! *No sooner had these words left his lips then Kaui lept overboard in nothing but white cotten pants, he took a breath before plunging into the ink black water and began to swim towards her as he prayed for the sea to let them both leave with their lives, he grabbed her arm and slid it around his shoulders* Hang on to me, I’ll take you to the boat. *As their skin made contact he felt the water…. shift, it told him something was amiss that his eyes couldn’t see but he quickly shook that away as her safety quickly became his first concern*

T1Legend: “Haha, Coventry Cove indeed!” Roger climbed aboard the small boat the instant it touched water. “I am Sir Roger Moore—that is /Sir/, capital ‘S’; Knighted by the Queen you know—thespian renown!” Roger’s chest swelled with the announcement. He had sandy b(l)ond(e) and cold, blue eyes. And you could tell at a glance that this man preferred his drinks shaken, not stirred. “My companion is Jake—“ He took a quick glance at the lacey wreckage and told a quick lie. Only an actor could think so quickly on his feet, ho-ho-ho! (When Roger said, or thought in this case, the word actor it was always pronounced /actore/) “—traveling panty salesman. We erm, were forced to throw our inventory overboard in order to fend off…..sharks. Frightful terrible beasts, sharks. Funny thing about sharks, did you know that—“ Roger continued to chat up the sailors that had been sent to help them. Meanwhile, Jake hauled luggage into the boat, struggling beneath the bulk. “—Cartilage, you know—JAKE! CAREFUL WITH THAT. MY LOTIONS ARE IN THERE! The salinity in the air is just dreadful for my skin. /Dreadful!/” It was then that an unfortunate accident happened. Roger’s case of lotions didn’t float as well as the panties did, but Jake did not seem too taken with grief.

aOpheliac: By the time the gentleman got her, her scales had just started to flatten into skin, the silver hues of her scales that lined her arms faded away and melted into a pale skin tone. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her head against him. He smelled of human, that strange of musk that seemed to cling to all of them. Dispite that she leaned on him…..a little more then she needed to but. But hey, she needed a rest so why not? It was nice to not have to swim. “Thank the Gods, I’ve been floating for days. I had a piece of wood, but when I woke up its was gone.” She lied. “Wasn’t sure if anyone would hear me over the waves.”

Guest_IanWachmann: *Kaui smiled as she leaned into him and looked over to her* Good thing I heard ya then. *As he neared the ship he looked to the rail and called up* OI LADS! A ROPE WOULD BE LOVELY! *as he shifted her weight so he could tread water easier the ocean whispered across the salt spray to him again “Mer..” the rest was drown out by the girl’s sudden speech, he shook his head to clear the voice and focused on her once more. Shaking his black hair from his eyes and face he looked to her and asked* “How did you end this far out? Were you on a ship?” *he quickly glanced down her body then back “damnable ocean” he thought*

CharlotteCarrendar:- There were many words that one would use to describe Rodger, and for the life of Captain Moon, he simply couldn’t find one to suit, for Rodger had a mouth on him that was faster than a jack rabbit on acid. Rodger’s story had the Captain staring at him in a perplexed fashion, looking set to interject, but then following Rodger’s gesture towards the floating cargo in the choppy seas below. ~Travelling panties salesmen?~ The Captain thought. ~All the way out here?~ Now, any man who knew the sea, knew also that few women ever were allowed on a pirate ship, in particular one such as the Devil’s Mystery; accept for Rachael of course, since many regarded her as having bigger brass balls than the Captain himself. When Rodger mentioned the shark problem, the Captain couldn’t hold back. “Now…I be hearing some tall tales…Rodger, is it? Batting off a shark with an oar…maybe a good poke in the eye, but I would never consider slapping me under clothes at one.” One of the crew piped up and said. “Might die from the smell, Cap’n” The Captain growled angrily under his breath, remembering the pants sail incident. “GET THAT BAGGAGE UP ON THIS DECK, BEFORE I NAIL YOUR FOOT TO THE FLOOR!” The crew man saluted sharply, fearful of being bolted to the deck, and attempted to help Jake bring up the rest of the baggage. All the while, Captain Moon kept an eagle eye on Rodger. There was something about him…and his showman ways. But just as things were being handled on one side of the ship, Kaui was off rescuing…something or someone on the other side. A loud kersplash, and cabin boy Tim was ringing the warning bell. “MAN OVERBOARD!” Hells bells, it was turning into quite a night. A few lads ran over and tossed a rope out to drag him back in.<3>

CortaeDeEssSar: -From the nearest coral reef that flourished nearby a tiny being felt he needed to depart. The golden scaled fish kissed his friends and family goodbye as he ventured into the deep dark ocean. Hours upon hours the little fish swam acoss the deep blue, and the more he swam the bigger the ocean seemed. ‘It was endless’ thought the goldfish with a slight smile across his face. As everything was going well; tragedy soon struck. The fish was then pulled by a current created by a much larger body. It was in fact a boat that the little fish saw though, he had never seen one before. He was suprised and terrified for what was to come as his body moved beyond his control. Waves then kicked him up and out of the water repeatedly, and one of those times a huge body with two legs and two arms had landed on him. Beyond comprehension, the little fish struggled to gain control of himself and the situation, but it was too late for the fish. A rope then would have smacked him up and out of the water, where he would land on the deck of the boat. Finally, after the extreme adventure, the little fish rested.. unmoving.. unbreathing..-

T1Legend: “—So then, I said to him; I SAID to HIM by JOVE, ‘Not in this house, you won’t!’ HAHAHA. Not in this house!” Jake had just finished unloading the last of the suitcases along with the help of a sailor. His hair was very fine and very blonde, so faint of hue that it was almost white. His features were delicate and smooth, though the expression he wore seemed oddly suitable on his face. His lips were pursed together in a thin frown and his brow was creased. Looking at Roger with narrowed eyes, Jake spoke in a voice in a prepubescent voice that had yet to deepen. “Roger. Shut up.” Slender, uncalloused fingers curled into a fist. Jake belted Roger in the kisser hard enough to draw blood and cause his vision to flash white. Roger clutched his mouth with both hands, bemoaning the injury to his beautiful face. Likely he would cry over the injury for days. Jake felt it was a small price to pay.

T1Legend: Roger recovered more quickly than his sister gave him credit. As long as there were people present to whom he could display his ass (metaphorically speaking) he was a happy fucking camper. “You lot! To my quarters with these, if you please! Do see that you arrange for a window view, yes? A balcony would be nice, but I suppose I could live without. But not too far from the privy! Or the kitchen! I have a condition that—“ Jake had begun to place a healthy amount of distance between himself and his brother. Jake had a condition too—he was allergic to walking the plank. He wandered over to the railing and propped his elbows up on the edge, blowing a tuft of hair out his eyes as the men worked at stuffing her delicates in fishnets. Jake’s complexion appeared decidedly rosey. Meanwhile: “ I cannot believe this travesty! I must moisturize /regularly/. Do you think God parts the heavens and says ‘Here, have perfect skin?’ WELL I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT HE DOES NOT, SIR. IT REQUIRES BRITISH PERSERVERIENCE AND—” Jake huffed from his perch. “Will somebody please throw him overboard, already? Please?”

aOpheliac: Mortal females truly did have it easy. Honestly this old trick worked every time, she didn’t even have to sing. The mermaid nodded at his question, little did the human know was actually writing her lie for her at this point. She simply went with his ship idea and filled in the blanks. “We were attacked.” She lied, throwing a story together in her head. “My head feels fuzzy. Just remember the end.” She kept her voice soft and small, the same tone she would use to sing her song in. “Floating in the water, and flames in the distance.” She shrugged as the rope slapped against the water. Her small hands griped it as she started pull herself up. Her sudden façade of fatigue vanished; she had no use for it anymore she was on the ship. She pulled herself onto the deck and looked back over the side of the ship at her savior.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Rodger…would not shut up. Like he was at a wealthy men’s club in London, he prattled on with a nasally air, that did nothing for the Captain’s mood. Definitely not pirate material. Thoughts abound of what exactly to do with this pair, but as luck would have it, the younger lad, had a good right hook. After telling Rodger to shut the hell up, he struck him so hard with a blow, that it had all the crew cheer. ~WHACK!~ Boy, did that give Jake some brownie points. The Captain roared with laughter, to see the blood trickle from between Rodger’s fingers. “AHAHAHA…AHAHAHAHA…Good lad. Nothing like a bit of senseless violence to get the crew happy, right lads?!” The crew cheered again, and the Captain slapped Jake hard across the back, in a sign of friendship. “You lad, got a good arm. Could use someone like you on my crew.” –he leaned towards Jake and said in a hushed tone, loud enough for Rodger to hear. “Hope ya broke his jaw…and he be a bit quieter. Was ready to stuff some frillies in his gob.” The Captain would smile broadly at Rodger and then snap his fingers, as a crewman brought him a jug of rum. “Here…this cures all. Drink that…and you won’t be feeling a thing…or your legs, Son.”

Guest_IanWachmann: *Kaui stared up at the girl, and the ease with which she scaled the rope, as he pondered whether she had ever climbed rigging before he felt a brush against his ribs and looked down and smiled, a small clown fish brushed next to him, in shock from the rope slapping the water no doubt he scooped it into his hand and whispered in his grandfathers tongue “I will guard you, little friend.” *he then wrapped his arm around the rope and hauled himself topside(with some trouble) as he rolled onto the deck he glanced up to see the Her on deck as his eyes swept across her legs the breeze finally spoke its message “Mermaid.” Kaui gasped at the realization then searched the deck then glanced down to his small friend now flapping in a small bit of water in his palm “Oi! Any ‘a you lot have a empty bottle rollin’ about?”

T1Legend: Jake tumbled forward and rocked on his heels with the captain’s backslap. “He seems to be under the impression that this is a cruise ship of some sort”, Jake confided in an equally hushed tone. Roger had since made a beeline for the pair, aiming to have a word with the Captain about a little thing called cleanliness. Fortunately for him, his line of thought was broken by a jug being thrust into his hands. He viewed it suspiciously, and after a sniff turned his nose up at it. Literally. He gave it the old try, however, and was soon dry-heaving over the railing. “Oh, give me that, you sissy.” Jake needed it worse than Roger did at this point, anyway. He snatched the jug from his brother and took a massive draught. Booze ran down the corner of his mouth. This was followed by a massive belch. Being a man wasn’t turning out to be half-bad! Hic!

aOpheliac: This was always the worst part. Walking. Standing was easy- though she was a tad wobbly-, but even the smallest of movements was a challenge. She could fall while simply turning around. So she stood still. Looking down at both the gent who /saved/ her and the little fish flopping in his hand. She didn’t pay mind to gasping, and simply attributed it his lack of gills….perhaps he was simply tired form the climb. The thought was gone from her mind before she could really give it any thought. “My, my just saving everyone today, huh?”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The two Brits took to sharing the jug of rum, till there wasn’t any left. The Captain watched with a bemused expression, as Jake had the plum coloured liquid running down the corners of his lips. “Easy there lad.” Course, he let out a tremendous belch, and this had the crew in stitches. “What you know, me hearties….these fellows know how to knock back a rum. “ The Captain placed his hands squarely upon his hips and then noted that Kaui had come back from his drop in the drink. “Now…what you be doing diving off me boat into Davey Jones locker, eh?” But what he brought up with him, had the Captain see red. “Oh…no. Not another bloody woman.” The crew heard the word woman, and all turned from the drinking competition, to spy on the shapely lovely. The crew wolf whistled and guffawed, some even got bulges in odd places. The Captain thundered across the deck and gave her a right look up and down. “Hmmph. Throw her back.” And then marched towards his cabin, without care. <3>

T1Legend: The captain was right about the drink’s potency. Jake couldn’t feel his legs. Or his face. He stood there, swaying pleasantly while Roger slumped to the deck in a twisted sprawl, clutching his throat. “ Poisoned!” /Gasp/ “I’ve been…poisoned. Ooo…..Items we need to discush…Heeey. Pretty lady. ” One hand reached forward pawing at the soon-to-be-overboard woman’s ankle. Jake steadied himself with both hands, having yet to find sea legs and being intoxicated to boot. [Roger] “Shall I, er..hic! Compare thee to a summer’sh day? Hic? Thou art…more beautiful—no more lovely! And more temperate—hey, what do you mean throw’er back?!”

Guest_IanWachmann: *Upon hearing the captain’s words Kaui whirled, dropping the jug as he did so. He sauntered over to the captain his shoulders back and fist clenched* “Captain Moon! She stays with me, ser!” *he quickly glanced down to find Roger crawling around the deck he bent and tried scooping him up, clenching a bit too hard on the tops of his shoulders “You. Up.”

aOpheliac: Sunset hues grew wide of the man spoke. He knew? She had changed and made sure that didn’t see….perhaps her story wasn’t good enough? Next time she would use the song. What ever remnants of her damsel in distress façade melted away, as her true self came into light. “I’ll explain it all…maybe even sing you a song.” She tried to ignore the men that stared at her, but after the –one she assumed was the captain spoke her tolerance wore then. In her mind she took count of all the men she would eating on her stay of this cursed ship. The one that whistled, the lewd ones with sudden afflictions in their loins, and the of course the captain. She would sing him a sweet song, the last song he would ever hear. /Throw her back/ she scoffed folding her arms as the words ran though her mind. a hand on her ankle, she shrieked before pulling her ankle away. Which caused her to stumble and fall flat on her face. Picking herself up she managed to get to knees. She wouldn’t be getting to her feet again. Such a manoeuvre was beyond her ability at this point. She turned at the one that caused her fall. She added that one to the list of things she would eat.

T1Legend: Kuai really shouldn’t have jostled Roger in such a manner. It came all at once—a hot streaming jet of brown, plum tinted chunks and soapy green liquid. It smelled foul, possessing the aroma of an unkept outhouse in July. Indeed, it would have been more feasible for the substance to have escaped his other end. Little white sods bubbled and fizzed away in the green goo, having a consistency not unlike that of chicken broth.

CharlotteCarrendar:- It was a comedy, or at least it should well have been. The brits could not hold their rum, and as Rodger splayed out on the deck and cried out for the busty maiden, the hero of the hour; Kaui was most displeased at the very notion of tossing the broad over the sides. The crew were in fits of laughter at Rodger’s display, while also waiting for the wraith of the Captain, when Kaui took him head on. “Captain Moon! She stays with me, ser!” This had the Captain stop dead in his tracks. You could see the rise and fall of his shoulders. The bristling of his beard and the grinding of teeth was loud enough to have cabin boy Tim, duck behind a barrel in fear. “You addressing me…the Captain in that fashion, lad? Just cause you were the big hero, diving into the seas to save some aquatic tart who swam in from god knows where….and you are going to have her bunk with you? When the whole crew be wanting a bit? HMM? Ever occur to you that women are a curse to any sea going vessel. *He then pointed at her directly*…She smells FISHY!” As the Captain took a step forward, he nearly tripped over Rodger’s outstretched hand. “WILL SOMONE PICK UP THIS DRUNKEN SOD…OR I BE CHARGIN’ A FEW TO WALK THE PLANK!’ Righting himself, he scowled at Kaui and then shouted. “SHE BE OFF AT THE NEXT PORT…A’RIGHT LAD?” It was deal or no deal. <3>

Hey

Who’s Lookin’ at me now

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The HillBilly

A hillbilly went hunting one day in Oklahoma and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home where he was confronted by an ornery game warden who didn’t like hillbillies.The game warden ordered to the hillbilly to show his hunting license, and the hillbilly pulled out a valid Oklahoma hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said, “This duck ain’t from Oklahoma. This is a Kansas duck. You got a Kansas huntin’ license, boy?” The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Kansas hunting license.

The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said, “This ain’t no Kansas duck. This duck’s from Arkansas. You got an Arkansas license?”
The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced an Arkansas license. The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said This ain’t no Arkansas duck. This here duck’s from South Carolina. You got a South Carolina huntin’ license?”

Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a South Carolina hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the hillbilly “Just where the hell are you from?

“The hillbilly turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said “You tell me, you’re the expert!!”.

The Bianchi Family Manor (10) – Rosas Spinis.

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: {RP} The Bianchi Family Manor

August 22, 2013 07:55AM

Doctor Bianchi’s Office

To each of us, we reach a point where we cannot fight the darkness alone. Johnathon had hit the rock bottom, and could no longer see the light, which for an angel himself, was a tragedy. He had suffered all the emotions that went with the grieving process, but it seemed to build into such a state, that it had affected his ability to function; to think coherently. When he asked Josephine to help him, he was in dire need. He simply couldn’t go on like that anymore, not with the waves of responsibility that he knew he had to take care of. Even the most powerful of angels has a weakness. Josephine, acted in the way that would have made her mother proud. Johnathon knew the sacrifice she was making in taking the pain away, but she was the only light he could find at that moment in time.

The embrace, which had wrapped both in the angelic aura, seeped inside of his being, and found its way into his heart and mind. In effect, cleansing him of the dark tides, and erasing the damage that had been done through his sorrow. As Josephine gasped from the pain, Johnathon tilted his head back, and opened his mouth. A fine mist of blackness started to emerge, like small black dots, that danced around his head. Like death itself was being weeded out of his body. Poor Josephine suffered for Johnathon’s ailment. He looked down at her, her quivering form, the line of sweat beads on her forehead. Johnathon held her in his arms for a moment, and kissed the top of her head gently, whispering. “Thank you, Jo.” He was indeed thankful. Free at last from his torment. It was like someone had thrown open a window in his mind, and the light flooded in. Joyous, and he found himself smiling once again. As Lydia entered and offered to take Josephine from the office to show her something important, Johnathon released the girl slowly and then leaned back against his desk. He appeared to be a few years younger, and even some of his grey hair had receded.

Life in the Bianchi household, was about to return to normal.

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CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: {RP} The Bianchi Family Manor

August 25, 2013 11:23PM

Doctor Bianchi’s Office

The gaslights were turned down low, the candles had dripped a lot of wax pools upon the floor and the Doctor was now relaxing in his chair. A tray of food had been brought in by Cookie, who was pleased to see the Doctor with an almost youthful glow about him. Course, she thought it was partly her doing, that she had given Mrs Peabody the fright of her life, thrusting her at the Doctor to be K.O’d. The real reason was that Josephine had taken away the pain and grief that he had been feeling. By this time, Reginald came in and could see that he had missed a great deal of the dramatics that had gone on in the office. Sure, he heard Cookie, and then the quiet muffled sounds from Josephine, but had no clue what Jo had done for his best friend. Taking a seat in the corner, opposite Johanthon, he brought his hands together, still grim at the findings they had made at the Cathedral.

“I believe we are dealing with not just demons, Johnathon. I think its a strong possibility that both what Vivian investigated and what we uncovered tonight, are actually separate incidents. To me, its like….the very evil of this city are standing tall in the face of all that is good, and declaring a kind of Holy war.”

In effect, what Reginald was saying, was true. The fact of the matter was, Johnathon’s son and the new found Saint Selene lookalike, Phoebe, were in the midst of some of the most evil of beings that dared to walk the face of the earth, including the Hollow street murderer, and the Vampire. What they didn’t know, was that it was going to be a factional war. Right under their very noses. Pity, the ladies at the Boarding house, held the clues to what was to be this eve. Then again, so did Johnathon. As he toyed with the fork on his plate, out of the corner of his eye, he again saw the invitation that was his for the ball. Furrowing his brow, he reached for it, and turned it over, only to see the seal on the back. When he saw the seal, he went into deep thought, and then looked up at Reginald.

“Reg…take a look at this.”

He tossed the invitation over to the Detective, who caught it on the fly, and then turned it over himself. “What is it?

“An invitation…masked ball. Levi and Phoebe have gone to it. I was…you know, not in the mood for such events, but…take a look at the seal. Tell me what you see?” Reginald took out his spectacles and placed them on, and looked closely at the seal, which was the markings of a wolf. “Reg…read the inscription” Reginald then said outloud “Lupus est homo homini, non homo, non quom qualis sit novit” The Doctor sat back in his chair, and bit the corner of his bottom lip“Which means? Reginald’s jaw dropped and then he stared up at Johnathon in horror. “Wolf is the man for man, not man, when he does not know who is the other.” Johnathon rose and then raced for the hat rack, as Reginald jumped to his feet.“Werewolves? In London?” With no time to lose, the two men made a dash for the front door, and that ball.

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