Avast Ye!

[gagonthis]

Avast Ye! (OPEN for multiple spots)

OOC: (my very first starting thread! yay) Pirate thread set during the Golden Age of Piracy - 1715 to 1730. I'll be playing a young man who was crewed aboard a Galleon before finding myself lucky enough to come into possession of my own ship. It's an open thread so please feel free to make any characters you believe would fit well within the time frame and story line. Shipmates, other captains, tavern wenches, Spanish British or English naval officers, etc. Many choices.
Name: Jack Ressing
Age: 21
Body type: Slim and Agile
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Sun bleached brown
Height: 6'1

IC:
Jack had been very fortunate over the past few months. Much more than could ever have been anticipated. After nearly 6 months of swabbing the decks and polishing the cannons Jack had been granted his first shore leave by Captain Trenchad. Unbeknowst to the Captain though, Jack harbored hopes of freedom.

Jack had been a sailor since the age of 15. Not by choice mind you. A curious young fellow Jack was always poking his nose down at the docks, seeing all the new people in, the grizzled men, the exoticly sexy women and the dangerous slaves being brought in everyday. Jack also discovered on these trips that he had a strong taste of rum, and that's where his troubles began. It was that love of rum that would cost him his freedom and see him shanghaied aboard his first boat, forced to work as a cabin boy.

Jack was a natural gambler. He always had to have just the cards he needed and could bluff with the best of them. That's why it came as an enormous shock to him as he lost hand after hand to a mysterious stranger in his favorite tavern. Determined to win he put up almost everything he had to his name, his pocketwatch his grandfather had left for him when he died, the locket he had bought just that day to give to Brittany, his true love. No matter what the stakes though the man kept winning... and Jack kept getting more drunk off the drinks the stranger kept buying. Finally it came down to one final hand: All his possessions back, or his freedom for three years. Jack accepted and had his full house trumped by a straight flush. Jack was a freeman no more.


Since that time he had more than served his three years, but was bought and sold from captain to captain, always having his indentured servitude renewed, until 6 months ago he had been traded to Trenchad to settle an old debt. Now though was his time to get free, using the same underhanded methods used on him six long years ago.

Jack knew he would be getting shore leave at the end of this voyage and had managed to convince five of Trenchad's crew to go in with him on a high stakes game. Jack cheated his way up to a huge sum of money from a local merchantman, in the end "allowing" him to put his ship up against Jack's earnings. And, wonder upon wonder, Jack's hand, four aces, trumped the merchant's two pair. The merchant tried to protest, to claim Jack was cheating, but having five bloodthirsty pirates at his back did wonders to legitimize his claim. Jack walked out one sixth an owner of the Mermaid, now free of Trenchad's control.

Jack and his partners first sailed to Barbadoss to recruit a crew away from Captain Trenchad's water. It was there phase two of Jack's plan came into effect. During the night a press gang, hired with the remaining cash Jack had from his winnings, rounded up and tied up all the other men. They were brought to Jack where he sadly told them he'd made a better deal before putting the cutlass to them. Now Jack had sole ownership of the Mermaid.. Which he promptly renamed the Blood Money.
"Time to find myself a cew" he thought happily as he strode back into the bustling town of Barbadoss.

 

[Dragonlady]

Honey Jones

Honey Jones
21
5'4
120lb
Blonde Hair and Blue eyes well portioned body

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Honey had to get away before she was getting Married off to some old man .. She saw her chance as she boarded the ship and hid in a Barrel Waiting for it to take off.


She had plenty of time to think as she remember the fight her Father and her got into she didn't want to be married to someone she didn't love.. She wanted to be romanced and swepted off her feet.

But she knew now this was just stupid dreams of a child that she would never see or have .. She didn't want to marry anyone so old as Jason Bryant .. He was 70 years old if not older and she had to bear that awful man a son..

She wonder why women were always burden with such awful lives to live with people like that.. She only hoped that she wouldn't be found on this ship she stow awayed on ...

 

[Wolk]

OOC: Hey, a pirate RP! I love these. Arrgh!

Char:
Rocco D'Alemaine, fallen gentleman.
23 years old, fair-haired. Very tall for an 18th century man, at 6 feet. Nicely built and rather handsome.

IC:
Once he was the most promising young gentleman in the naval academy. He could navigate and sail a ship better than even most experienced captains, let alone his classmates; he was beloved by sailors for he kept them safe and in fights he came out victorious even against great odds. Except the last time.

His sloop was caught by a Spanish war galleon, beast of a ship he could never hope to go against in his small vessel. Unfortunately the sloop was heavily damaged after a violent storm, while the galleon just came out from port, fresh and ready. They could not escape, and so Rocco surrendered in the face of fourty two large-caliber heavy-cast barrels staring at his little ship. But the Spanish were anything but gallant in their victory. In horror, Rocco witnessed them board and slaughter his crew wholesale. He jumped overboard and reached land, then island-hopped to Barbados working as a common sailor to pay his way on local boats going where he wanted to get.

Now he was finally there. He could never report back and say that the ship went down, but he, the captain, was still alive. No, D'Alemaine was dead; now there was only Rocco, the man who had nowhere to go and nothing to do but try to drown his shame in rum or distract himself from it with lusty wenches in Barbados' numerous brothels. He promised to himself that if he ever got back to sea again, there would be no surrender, under any conditions or circumstances. Not that he ever expected it. Where would he find a captain willing to take on a first mate or navigator that he just met?!

 

[gagonthis]

Jack had minor luck that afternoon, securing at least enough men to sail the ship with a skeleton crew. He had scoured every dockside dive, being away for so long that he was forced to leave two of his crew to watch his ship, a job they preformed horribly at, judging by the ease with which the lady slipped on board

Unfortunately most of these people weren't fit to swab the deck, let alone crew the Blood Money. Oh well he thought to himself, and least they'll be good cannon fodder. Jack still needed to find himself a decent first mate. Fortunately a little coin slipped to a rumormonger yielded a very promising name: Rocco D'Alemaine. Jack remembered the encounter Trenchad had with the man, a bedeviling foe he called him. From the story the rumormonger gave it it seemed Rocco had fallen on hard time. How perfect for Jack.

With three of his new crew in tow he kicked open the door to the saloon name he was given, stepping inside to the sounds of silence. Looking around he saw the unfriendly faces of those who have choosen to live their lives on the dodgy path. His three crewmates went for their pistols, but Jack held up his hand to stop them and turned to the barkeep
"Give these men a free round on me!" He yelled and the group broke out cheering.
"I'm looking for qualified crew members to engage in a little piracy." He announced to the crowd. "I'll buy another round for anyone who wants to sign on, and that goes double for anyone with enough experience to be my first mate." He said while staring straight into Rocco's eyes.

 

[Wolk]

The man was not a mystery to Rocco or anybody else; rumors traveled like wildfire in this port for they were the food and lifeline of all. Miss a good ship, and you were kissing a fat piece of possible plunder good-bye; miss hints about a bad one and you might well end up at the bottom of the sea, or impaled on a stronger force's cutlass. Rocco was never one of the pirates until now, but he knew these people well.

He pulled a chair out invitingly at his table for the man to sit.

"What makes ye think you have a snowball's chance in hell pirating these here seas?"

It was far from the best first impression, but it would let Rocco know what he wanted to know. The man's reaction to an obstacle, a challenge. It took only a second of looking into his eyes for Rocco to make his decision. He laughed slowly, peacefully and moved his flat palm up and down calmingly. This man had the main ingredient of any pirate captain - the courage and will to lead his men against all odds and the confidence that he would win even if the whole big taven descended onto him and his few guards that moment.

They drank and chatted for a good while, exchanged a few games of cards. Finally, late into the night, Rocco agreed to once again talk about business; at that point he felt he knew this captain enough and the man knew him.

"So you be needin' a good first mate to help ye with sailing that there big ship and fighting her. I can do that." He nodded. "But it'll cost you more than the normal first mate's share." For a brief moment he gauged how this captain reacted to money disputes. It was not only a way to see if his fiscal policies might cause low morale among the crew or instead make them fight like lions, but also a secondary way to judge how confident he was in his abilities. A captain that expects to win plenty of plunder treats the gold freely, throwing it generously to those who helped him win it; one who does not make enough tries to keep a larger portion of it for himself. But this request was not about money.

"I have a big debt, see," Rocco told him, "and you must help me pay it tenfold. I be owing the Spaniards a sunken warship and ninety six murdered sailors." The bloodthirsty grin on Rocco's face was certainly unbecoming of a nobleman that he technically was, but fit a pirate officer quite well. "That is the bonus I want to my share. Burnt and looted Spaniard ships and towns. That fit into yer plans well?"

 

[gagonthis]

Jack liked the man. The talk of extra money made Jack a bit wary at first, till he realized he was just testing the captain. He knew how pirating went. To each according to their worth. No what Jack liked was that Rocco knew his business and didn't waste time screwing around.
"A Galleon and 96 soldiers eh?" He said, smiling evilly. "By the time we're done we'll command a whole fucking fleet of captured warships to Madrid and loot the Queen's palace! And Spain will run red with blood!" He raised a toast to their new partnership. "Come now, I'll show you our ship." He beckoned to his three crewmates, Rocco and the other five people who had joined them to follow him.
"I hope to sail with tomorrow evening's tide if all goes well. We're still looking to pick up some more crew and possibly find some cargo to haul though we'll want a lot of the hold free if ya know what I mean.
Jack noticed a slight movement in one of the empty barrels on deck at the edge of his perphial. When he was sure no one else had noticed it he decided not to investigate. He had a good idea what was in there. Many times people trying to avoid debts or worse had stowedaway aboard a vessel, not realizing it was a pirate one. Once they got away from dock Jack would crack the barrel open and demand money for further passage and protection, or press gang the man if he had no money.

 

[Katamari Roller]

(Ahahah! A chance to play my mute female assassin again! YARRRR!)

 

[Prina]

Hannah looked a little bewildered as the young gent announced that every man in the tavern would have a free round and the room erupted with loud cheering. After waiting for a nod from the barkeep she quickly set about serving up the drinks to the newly excited crowd. Although a bit flustered, she diligently took orders and brought drinks to every customer. Unfortunately, the men seemed to feel that slapping her bum was a suitable substitute for paying money, but she kept her concentration and sighed with relief as the excitement died down.

Hannah Maes is in her late twenties. While she is buxom, she could also be unkindly described as a bit dumpy, being short and slightly plump. She has pale skin with ruddy cheeks and long auburn hair, usually kept in a plait. She is uneducated and has always worked as a servant or barmaid. She spends most of her waking hours working, and on her meagre wage she doesn't have much of a life outside the tavern. What spare time she does have she often spends down at the harbour gazing at the ships, daydreaming about sailing the oceans.

She watched the man leave the tavern later with his group and a new companion, and she sighed wistfully, wondering at what exciting lives such people must have. She had heard them mention the name of the ship, the Bloodmoney, and wondered if she might have a chance to have a look at it in the morning before work. She shook her head to dispell a daydream about swashbuckling pirates and exotic islands as she wiped down the vacated table.

 

[Wolk]

Rocco grinned at the prospect of looting the Spanish Queen's palace.

'Madrid is landlocked,' was about to fall off his drunken tongue, but he kept it in in time, realizing that there were other crewmen around. First rule of discipline was to never correct the men's leader in front of them, be this leader the captain, or the lowliest ensign. Of course, pirates didn't have ranks, but the leadership was there nonetheless, and the same ideas applied as in the King's Navy. Besides, he liked the spirit of what was said!

"Now yer saying it!" He grinned, and the bunch of them went out to examine the ship.

Rocco suggested privately that the ship not be loaded too heavy.

"She is no graceful sloop as it is, captain, your merchantman. Not my business where you got her from, but I can see she's been built for slow trading runs, not chases. The kind of expedition you seem to be planning, I imagine you would like us to have enough speed to catch something once in a while."

 

[Dragonlady]

Honey Jones

She hasn't been caught yet as she snuck into the kitchen and stole some food.. going back to her hideing place.. she sat there and ate some food..

Looking up she heard the men come back .. She hoped they wouldn't hurt her. She was a well breed woman wanting to be free and freedom was all that she could think about ..

 

[Katamari Roller]

Name: "Sabre" (being a mute, her name was given by her weapon of choice)
Age: 22
Physical: Tall and thin like bamboo, no secret as to her agility, and skin with a respectable tan, worthy of her Moroccian ascendancy. Golden, mysterious eyes favour her face, framed by her hair. Blonde-dyed short hair, that always looks ruffled. Wears a purple top and a purple skirt as well that reaches down almost to her ankle on one side, parted up all the way to her waist on the other, almost like a towel, that reveals her tight abdomen. Her feet are encased in leather sandals. She has a fire brand on her lower back, a simple "S" barely hidden by her skirt.

Her weapon of choice is a thin sabre she can wield fast like lightning, in a leather scabbard hanging off her hips, on the back of them specifically.

Personality: Always relaxed, and bears a strange aura, as if she melded naturally with everything on sight. Being mute, she's a good listener, and unnaturally kind for someone who's an assassin.

Background: Given birth by a noble arab's concubine, Sabre's life started the wrong way. The arab's wife made sure this woman could never compete with her or her children, and made sure her father mistreated her as much as he could, going so far as to even brand her like cattle, something unusual in arab slaves. The humiliations went even further, going as far as rape and torture.

However, during a feast her father celebrated, which was witness to many nobles from many different cities, his wife insulted her and beat her. Finally snapping, Sabre's anger and despair took over, and she killed her father and his wife. Seeing this, one of the nobles bought her from the arab's son, who decided selling her was for the best. Since this moment on, Sabre was mute, not speaking one word at all.

The noble who bought her turned out to be one of the leaders of an organization of assassins. Seeing the material before him, he trained her as hard as he wanted, her being accustomed to torture far worse than the pain she endured during her training, and became the assassin's masterpiece. Soon, she was known to be a skillful assassin, but this was not what Sabre wanted for herself, and ran away. She fought her way through the pursuers sent after her, and finally arrived at the docks where she embarked in a passanger ship...

And arrived at port...

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Stepping off the boat, Sabre walked calmly down the pier, watching the sailors toilering around. A few spared a glance, and something more than a glance, at her as she passed. Sabre wondered what she should do now with her new-found freedom. One thing was true, though, and served as a guide. She rather fancied sailing. She didn't have a lot of skill on that, but she liked the journey in a ship...

She kept musing over this as she walked, thinking the life of a mercenary might be the best for her. After all, there had to be rich families around who would want protection both at land and at the sea.

So absorbed was Sabre in her thoughts, that she almost didn't notice the group of pirates standing in front of her. She dodged them easily enough, though, by side-stepping to her right (into the direction they were looking), and continued towards the nearest tavern...

 

[gagonthis]

"Here now! Watch where you're going!" Jack yelled as the lady nearly ran into him. Some people were just so absentminded. Something strange about that one though he thought as he stared after her, noting the brand on her back. Ah well. Jack turned his attention back to his new crewmates

Jack smiled at the warning his new first mate gave him about the ship. While it was true Bloodmoney was no swift sloop Jack had done his homework well. This particular merchant had been hiring his ship out to the Spanish navy on occassion as use for a Q-ship - a merchantman heavily armed and armored in order to lure pirates into a trap, and now the ship was his. "Don't you worry about her. She's got quite a few surprises up her sleeve that I think'll catch a lot of those Spanish dogs with their pants around their ankles." He beamed at his new prize. "Now fair warning, I've already made myself a bit of an enemy in these water, Captain Trenchad will undoubtably be right mad that I took off out from under him and may seek vengenance. In any case he'll be one to keep an eye open for out there." Jack slapped Rocco on the shoulder. "You and the rest head aboard and find accomodations, then meet me back at the tavern down the street, I'm going to try and drum up a few recuirts now that it's getting later in the evening. With luck we can sail with the morning tide instead of evening." He swaggered off towards the nearest tavern, laughing at his good fortune this evening.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre entered the tavern, and inmediately slipped into the shadows. It wasn't that she was intending to hide. A tanned, blonde woman does not hide easily in a place full of people. It was instinct. She just felt comfortable in darkness.

Besides, that way she didn't have to cut any poor bastard's hand for slapping her ass. That tended to shut people up and send a clear message, but it also attracted way more attention than it would if she was talked about just like a carnal desire.

Sitting beside the bar, she pointed at a bottle of rum, gestured with two fingers, and waited for the taverner to bring her her glasses.

 

[gagonthis]

Jack got sidetracked on his way back to the tavern. He made a couple of stops at dockside shops to make sure The Bloodmoney would be properly fitted for their voyage, important things like food, gun powder, and rum. Finally a couple of hours later after all his trading was finished he made his way into the tavern neartest his ship. Glancing around he saw the earlier crowd had dispersed and a new group of rough looking customers had appeared including the branded woman who had nearly ran into them early.
"I was here earlier." He belted out "Looking for men to crew my ship and instead all I found were a bunch of sniveling boys!" He smiled as all eyes turned to him, he loved the attention. "Who here wants to make some good booty at the expense of the Spanish, French or English crown?!"

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre took a sip of rum in the silence that followed. Then, before the men re-started their conversations, most of them ignoring the newcomer, she tapped the bar in front of her twice, glancing at Jack. She hoped this was a clear enough signal for him to follow, although he didn't seem that brilliant a man to her.

Taking another sip, she guessed she had decided on what to do. Embarking on a pirate ship might be a good way to achieve some fame to get a more stable, less violent job as a bodyguard. And besides, maybe the experience would be useful, not to say interesting.

 

[gagonthis]

Jack glanced at the woman in the corner slightly confused. She seemed to be wanting him to follow her. He was hardly one to turn down the company of an exotic lady so he just shrugeed and told the rest of his crew to start signing up the men who seemed interested. It looked like he'd have a full crew by morning and they could cast off earlier than expected.

Jack walked over to the lady, bading her to lead the way. He noted her easy graceful walk and took her as a dancer before noticing the weapon she was carrying. "So what can I do for you lass?" He asked, leaning against a support beam, letting himself seem relaxed.

 

[Katamari Roller]

In a swift motion, Sabre twisted her arm so her hand reached right under her skirt through the parted space, and extracted two knives from the leather band that went around her waist under the skirt. Before Jack could even react, two knives were embedded on the support beam's wood not three centimeters from his eyes.

The handles of the knives were thin, as were the blades. The blades were curved, though... an arabic kind of feel to them.

Sabre's stretched arm, slowly moved back to the bar and her rum glass. Taking another sip, she stared at Jack with a raised eyebrow, and offered him her hand. A mostly clear message...

 

[gagonthis]

"Aye, you seem to be quite handy with those knives." He said as he reached forward and grasped her hand. "But let's see how you handle a real sword fight!" He grinned as he stepped into her, tossing her over his hip in one smooth motion. Jack might not have looked it, but he was a fair practioner of Jiu-Jitsu, thanks to the teachings of an elderly Japanese man aboard one of hte many boats Jack had been traded back and forth to. He knew he was most likely overmatched by this woman, but he wanted to see what she was made of. He drew his heavy cutlass and advanced on her, grinning playfully as he tossed his sword from hand to hand.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre cart-wheeled in the air, a reaction fruit of many nights of ceaseless training. Landing on her sandals, letting them skid a few inches, she unsheathed her weapon, an arabic sabre thinner than most pieces.

Seeing Jack change his sword from hand to hand, Sabre wondered if he really knew his stuff. The throw, though, was a good indication that he did... but he could have just picked it up from some guy, not necessarily through hard training and real fighting experience. Her moves were cooly calculated, as was her expression.

Seeing him advance, Sabre moved beside the support beam, and waited to see what kind of attack he would employ in a confined space, or whether he would try to maneuver around it...

 

[gagonthis]

Jack was by no means a legendary swordsman. This was not to say he didn't have any training. He could handle himself in a fight well enough, but he was no match for someone who had devoted their life to the craft. Jack had too many other things that excited him in life to focus his training on just one aspect of piracy.
Jack couldtell from the way she sized him up and the way she held her blade this was a lady who knew her business. That was good, as she would need to be especially skilled in order to gain the respect of a male crew. He knew he would be taking her aboard with him before she even drew her weapon. He manuevered his way around the beam, trying to get more room for his cutlass, knowing that going against her in the close spaces would be an easy victory for her. He kept his eyes on her the whole time as he moved, his smile echoing the enjoyment he got out of the spectactle they were creating. After clearing the beam he moved forward, testing her defenses with a quick thrust, which she easily parried. He followed this up with a long curving slash which she dodged with ease. He was most certainly outmatched, and he smiled as he launched himself into an all out attack: thrusts, slashes, kicks, attacks with the sword hilts and even his elbows coming in as fast as he could throw them, delighting with the ease at which she contempuously turned aside his every attack.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre enjoyed the sparring. This was not just another fight... her enemy was so slow, she could actually afford to act in style, deflecting the hits by letting them slide down her sword and bounce away on the curved hilt, or holding her sabre downwards and pushing to scare him away from trying a thrust.

But all good things had to end sooner or later, didn't they? A moment came when Sabre thought Jack was simply letting her win, and as much as she enjoyed the sparring, a sheepish grin proving that, she decided to end this.

When Jack thrusted again aiming for her neck, she stepped in on his blade's left and close to him, deflecting his blade from her at the same time by holding her sabre close to her body. Her right shoulder pressed on his neck until he was cornered against the bar and her blade's tip rested on his nose's.

Suddenly, Sabre felt... as if a warm mist descended on her. Was it the rum...? She was flustering, breathing softly, her golden eyes staring into Jack's. Very slowly, her blade's tip glided away from his nose, and down into her glass of rum. Dragging it down the wood, she grinned at Jack, before twisting her free arm to take the glass, and drain it in one single gulp.

 

[gagonthis]

Jack laughed as this mysterious woman beat his attack aside and pinned him against the bar, knocking the wind out of him.
"Woof.... Well fought indeed, you are clearly the superior swords...person?" Jack pronounced, still smiling his best smile at her. He caught her eyes and for half a moment was drawn into her golden pools and consumed by her exotic scent. He shook himself free of it as she reached down to get her drink. "But don't forget there are other weapons one can bring to bear in a fight." He tapped her stomach with the muzzle of the pistol he had drawn during the fight when her attention was momentarily diverted by one of his attacks. "Bang!" He chuckled and winked at her before holstering the weapon again. "They say it's bad luck to sail with a woman on board. But I've always felt that's hogwash and I could use someone as experienced in combat as you. So welcome aboard m'lady." He mock bowed. "Have a name I can call you by Oh Mysterious One?"

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre sighed, the alcohol making itself noticeable in a blush and in her breath. She had not expected this pirate to pull off such an under-handed trick. It was incredibly astute, truth be told. To show such a poor fighting skill just to get a pistol under your guard. How many times had her master told her never to lower her guard and go for the kill?

Sabre wondered if, had Jack been fighting for his life, he would have thought of using his pistol before, or after she pinned him down.

Holding her sabre up for Jack to see, she pointed at it, and smiled with an intoxicating joy showing through her unfocused gaze. Then she grabbed the last glass of rum, and left a couple doublons on the bar. That rum was damn strong, but Sabre hated to leave things half-finished, and so gulped it down like it was water. Exhaling a long, rugged breath, she leant against the bar, and stared at Jack, waiting for his orders.

 

[gagonthis]

Realization dawned on Jack as the woman lifted her sword and pointed to it. "Bloody Hell, you're a mute aren't ya?" He smiled. "Well if you can't talk it'll be hard for to lead a mutiny in any case." He lauighed at his own bad joke. "So you're name is... sword?" she shook her head. "Hmmmm Rapier? No that one would be too odd I guess. OH! Sabre! Right? He asked and she nodded an affirmation. "Well Sabre, I be Jack Ressing, and with your help I soon hope to make my name strike fear into any seafaring man's heart. Welcome aboard! Get your effects and I'll escort you personally to yer new home!" Jack smiled, all the while looking her up and down admiringly.

 

[Wolk]

Rocco climbed up aboard their new ship and examined her closer. The more he walked around her decks, the more he looked down in the hull, the more his grin grew.

Oh, this captain sure picked the right vessel despite his youth and lack of experience commanding, be it by wise design or pure luck, but the so called merchantman they had was a certifiable floating castle. Rocco could already see in the mind of his eye them laying adrift, lowering sails, striking their colours, and then opening their gunports when the unfortunate pirate or patrol ship came at them and showing off the two-dozen set of their guns. But it wasn't quantity in this case that counted. The cannons were masterfully made, and all of them the heaviest in production. These weren't your pitiful four-pounders, no; these puppies will rip a ship apart!

He staked himself quarters right next to the captain's and moved what little posessions he had there. Then he walked out, but before leaving the ship, he stopped, leaning over the barrell in which, unknown to him, a stowaway was hiding.

"Ah, what a turn of luck!" He mused aloud. "I will miss them big-breasted wenches in this trip, though. No greater fun in this here world than bending them over and plowing their juicy, soft cunts. Ah, yes..." He grinned happily and whistled a joyfull tune as he walked out and headed down towards the tavern to help the captain recruit and perhaps get a little last-moment fun on the shore.