Pirate

[Moneytalks]

The Tribe...

The first fingers of dawn were approaching. The tribe had fallen asleep with exhaustion from the dancing and feasting. Now, well rested they started to wake. A vibrant energy running through them all.

The strongest of them... numbering near one hundred in all gathered supplies and weapons and dispersed into the jungle on light feet. Men and women together. Silent... swift.

Long boats were hauled into the water... still black with the darkness of night. Only the swish of waves was heard... no words... not a sound. Silently... and as one they boarded the boats and pushed out into the Mother Ocean.

Some thirty odd long boats travelling out to sea. No sense or need for direction... just content to allow the Mother Ocean to take them where she would.

As the first rays of light crept over the horizon... they spotted the ship.

Soon... they surrounded it.

The tribe turned to Giselle. She stood slowly at the front of the sturdiest of the long boats, looking at the great vessel with curious interest. The sun chose this moment to rise fully. The light reflecting dramatically on the gold and silver chains which adorned her.

Still they remained silent.

She lifted her arms and called out to the mother ocean. Her voice was pure and soulful. The sound clean, clear... distinctly foreign... yet the was a certain melody to it. Her voice seemed to soar to the heavens... gaining in strength... until the verse ended. The silence that followed seemed formidable.

She remained standing, watching the ship with her golden eyes.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*And with the ship they would spot the Golden straw haired young man, strapping and in the prime of his life, standing at the head of 6 longboats, each with close to twenty sailors in each, all of them well armed and looking better than before, now that they were treated after the storm, they were determined to survive, he stood wearing a Gold and Green Captains Coat, Heavily and Fancily Embroidered, glinting in the dawns sunlight, he grinned before the sunrise though, and muttered*

Red sky at night...saliors Delight..

*A few men chuckled while others repeated it, he had the air of one who commanded Authority all around him, with two Battered old Cutlasses at his side and a pair of The Finest Flintlock Pistols ever seen, indeed they had been custom made for him, One of them Pure gold, stock and all, the other pure silver, both of their barrels had been made from metal taken from a shooting star, some people called them the Lucky Strikes, others just called them their death sentances, either way, they were his and his trademark, He was Grey Wolfenstien, Proud Purvayor of Pirating Legend and Thievery, Cunning and crafty, and a fifth generation Pirate, he'd grown up around ships and Cut throat Villians. So he was used to the life, his head turned a fraction of an inch to the right, his dark beetle black eyes glinting in the light as he survayed the 30 odd longboats with a keen intrest*
What do yeh think Lads?

*The nearest rowman looked thoughtful, then said*
Bad odds cheif, Unless we could get ashore firs'....make us some fire Hurlers...migh' be be'er then...

*he gave a small, furitive smile* ar, Ye be right on tha' one...

 

[Rockingham]

"I believe someone ordered two clam chowders."
Rocky carried the tray into the room, looking at the two. They looked so cute trying to huddle together for warmth.
He set it down, placing the dry crackers next to them.
"It's still hot, so let it cool down for a minute or so. Don't worry I put my special spices in there."
Rocky went out, coming back with two mugs of ale.
"Compliments of the rest of the crew. They hope you are feeling better as soon as you can."
Rocky looked at them both.
"Umm, the crew is wondering, since you are both recovering, who is exactly in charge until you get better?"

 

[Lady_Siren]

Serena rested her head upon Roberts chest lisenting to his heart beat. When Rocky entered with the food she graced with a smile of appreciation. "Thank you Rocky, I am sure it will be delicious" turning to Robert she heard Rocky's question about who would be in charge. "I am not sure, bother Robert and I need alot of rest after the ordeal we have been through. Robert you are closer to the men then I and know their workings, who do you think should be put in charge?"

 

[Moneytalks]

Giselle...

"A big ship..." she murmered as she stood watching it.

"Yes..." replied Janvar.

Suddenly Giselle felt uncertain. Is this what Mother Ocean intended for them... was this the gift she sent.

How did the women before her know? Was she suppossed to feel it in her bones?

She felt suddenly apprehensive... recalled many years ago... the horror of the slaughter that had slain her own lover... that dawn when her predecessor had stood... much as she did now... and commanded they take their gift.

They had not expected the blasts of fire... the lightening that spat from small sticks which those strange men held.

Many died... luckily the Father Jungle had protected them. These strange men were clumsy and easy to hunt within it's depths... and they were not immune to the poison darts prepared by the elders.

"Giselle... does Mother Ocean speak to you?"

Janvar again. What to do about him? Not now Giselle... focus.

Light glinted... gold and silver... way up aboard the great deck.

This was the sign?

Glinting much like her own bejewlled head.

"We take what Mother Ocean offers us..." she said quietly.

Soon... with great stealth the tribal warriors scaled the side of the great ship and soon... like a swarm of bronze coloured beetles they sat along every available edge of it. Silent... watching... Giselle boarded last and looked about. The storm had done quite a lot of damage... she watched the strange man with his gold and silver coloured sticks.

In her own language she told him who she was, then she spoke haltingly in the strange gutteral language she had learnt from the ones they kept as slaves.

"I Giselle... of Island Tribe..." she said. Janvar stood protectively beside her.

The men and women along the edges of the ship held their spears and poison dart throwers at the ready. They too recalled the slaughter from years past.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

(ooc:Oh well even though I never got ON THe ship *Pokes moneytalks* I'll bite anyway.)

*He watched her cautiously....he'd heard of someone like this, He thought it had only been a rumour, his handsome face, framed by the golden straw hair, seemed to approve, he brushed back a stray strand and thought for a moment, then said in the best way he could*
I am..Grey Wolf...of Great Ship Irenicus.

*his crew, about 120 men strong looked around them anxious, he turned*
Dont be afraid yet men, so long as they dont attack we're fine...but..
*he whispered to his first mate*
keep yer fingers on yer swords boys..we may have to slash our way outta this one.....but let -them- make the firs' move....s'only proper.



*he then turned back to her and thought for a moment*
What can..I do for you?

 

[Moneytalks]

Giselle

ooc: thanks for biting Roland... [ggls]... I'm usually so careful about checking that sort of thing before I post... got a bit carried away I guess... since the captain and her first mate are not to be seen I pounced on you instead... [grins]

ic:

Giselled frowned trying to make sense of his words... "I do for you..." she heard and thought about that...

She smiled.

"You are gift..." she said... smiling... "come we feast..." she waved towards the island which could just be seen where the sun was rising.

She stepped forward and her tribe tensed. She continued to smile as she approached when she stood before him she reached up and touched his golden hair. "Graaeey... wouuuulf..." she pronounced carefully... "you are treasure..." she smiled stroking the hair from his cheek. Her own tribe was noticibly dark of hair... hers was a jet black... so black it almost gleamed a deep blue hue.

 

[Darklord]

Robert

Robert looked at Rocky and smiled also since like Serena he felt a fondness for the kind hearted cook. Looking at him then at Serena when she had asked him about who was in charge he thought for a minute and then spoke. "Well Rocky, I know you don't want to ever be a captain so I won't place you in charge but how about this? Why don't you and the young sailor currently helping Thorunn up on deck work with him to run the ship for now? That alright by you Captain?" but as he finished speaking a knock sounded on the door....

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc; I Hope you arent thinkin of Sacraficing me..*L*

IC:
*He paused and turned to his men for a moment and nodded to them*
talk to the cap'n of this ship...I kin take care of myself laddies...

*they nodded, muttering their good lucks and arrs to him, he turned back to Giselled and smiled quietly, his eyes shining brightly in the new days sun*

Go?

*he said simply, he'd have to try and learn their language, he wads rather good with them....usually...*

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: I'm afraid I have become a bit confused.. Roland and Moneytalks you are aboard my ship right? I'll assume you are so I can post.. if not let me know and I will make the proper changes

IC: Serena smiled nodding to Robert's decision when there was a knock at the door. She walked over and opened the door to see one of her sailors standing there. "Cap'n we have Visitors" Frowning she glanced back at Robert motioning him to join her as they headed up on deck to greet their guests.

 

[bobo_daclown]

A ship on the horizon

IC:
The clouds had finally broken. My sturdy ship cut through the slowing waves and pressed eastward. The flagship of the French armada, the Déesse Française is the only ship with large sheets of metal protecting its wooden timbers. A complement of two hundred fifty sailors serve on this huge ship. Fore to aft, she is seventy meters and from port to starboard, ten. Four larger masts, boasting large white sails tower over forty meters above the main deck.

Atop the two shorter masts at the fore and aft of the ship, lookout towers bloomed to the sun and above each of them, two flags slapped at the howling wind. First, the majestic seal of France and below that, my coat of arms--a royal blue sheet with three emblems sown to it. Centered on the sheet, a white hexagonal star shines. Halfway between the star and the top of the sheet, three small dolphins form a line across the flag. Halfway between the star and the bottom of the sheet, the letters, "P.S.D." formed a second line.

I am Capitaine Pierre S. Deverees, commander of the Déesse Française. My twenty years in command have taught me to seek out all who challenge family and it is rumored that there are pirates in this area who attacked my younger cousin Raphael. I seek the ship commanded by the infamous Siren so that I can capture the pirates and rescue my cousin who is either in their custody or drowned by the sinking of his ship.

A whistle from the fore crow's nest signals an object ahead. With my scope, I see a large ship on the horizon. Around the ship, numerous smaller crafts lay siege. The large ship is in distress and is highly weather-worn. As I turn to my second, he reads my mind, "Twelve minutes, mon Capitaine."

 

[Rayv]

I'd like to join this RPG

My Character For this RPG IS Jack Flash He is A character From AN old Rpg I use to play If thats ok He is 5ft 10in. Musculer Long Blond hair Blue EYs Scar On right Cheack Cloths Vairy But he usely wears jeans ANd A Wite piret shirt He Use to Have his Own ship But it was destroyd. OOC: Tel me wher I should STart AT

 

[Rockingham]

Rocky held up his hands, looking at both the captain and the first mate.
"I'm sorry, but until your better you can't leave this room."
He made sure both of them got back into bed.
"Don't worry, Lilly and Thory and I will take care of everything. You have put the ship in our hands, and we won't disspoint you."
Rocky went up to the ships deck. He looked around at the situation, sizing up what was there.
"Ok, Thory, you are best at the ship and it's crew. Your job for the next three days is to make sure people get to their shifts, and that we get to an island as soon as possible."
Thory nodded his head, getting on the detail.
"Lilly, you're smarter than I am. There's a bit of a situation here on the ship, we need to try and keep the situation under control, find out what the native islanders want."
As for himself, Rocky went over to the captain of the lost ship.
"My name is Rocky, I'm co-captain of the ship until further notice. I understand your problem, and am more than willing to help. The problem is, we don't have any room aboard our ship. We had a full crew to begin with, and we just captured a french ship, and took out share of prisoners."
He looked out on the deck, "If you don't mind sleeping out on the deck at nights, I don't see a problem in your staying. As we speak, Thoru... Thorin... "he hated callin people by the nicknames he gives them, but sometimes he didn't have a choice, "Thory is finding an island as we speak."
Just then someone shouts from the crow's nest. Ten minutes off the starboad bow is another ship. Rocky looks concerned.
"What nationality is it?"
"Too far away to tell."
Rocky tried to glimpse it off the horizon. He hoped it wasn't French. The last thing he needed right now was another fight.

 

[Darklord]

Robert

OC: Welcome back to the thread Bobo! Hope you don't hold it against me that I killed your last guy in this! ;-) Well... Let the games begin!

IC: Well, needless to say Robert was speechless. "He hadn't expected Rocky to react in the way he had, maybe that boy, NO let me correct myself, that MAN, surprised me..." robert mused in his thoughts as he and Serena were herded towards her bed by the big hearted cook. Looking at her in amusement he said "Well, I guess we musn't annoy Daddy Rocky right now huh Siren?" while he grinned mischeviously. Soon afterward Rocky left them alone.

Looking at Serena Robert couldn't help but admire her beauty and fidgeting with the blanket he then came to a decision. Leaning forward he looked into her eyes and said simply "I love you." and kissed her.

 

[Rayv]

Jack Flash

"I quse I should Find A new Ship Or At least Join Some elses Crew."

 

[bobo_daclown]

Pierre Deverees

OOC:
If anyone wants to know how to pronounce 'Deverees,' go back to page 3 "Deverees sets them straight ". I suppose my ship (which will not be fighting the Siren's) needs a crew of some sort. Jack Flash, feel free to join if you wish. It's good to be back, Darklord (no hard feelings... my char. needed to die, you were the instrument). Rocky, hope no hard feelings from my mistake on page 3 when I spoke for you. Won't happen again.

PIERRE DEVEREES:
Coming up on the ship I noticed many oddities. First, what was left of her tattered sails were wrapped around flotsam some distance away. Second, the large ship was either receiving help or threats from several smaller ships that surrounded her. Finally, I noticed that not one of the people on deck was the Siren. Something mysterious was going on here.

Still looking through my scope, I shouted orders on the deck. The cannons were loaded as a precautionary step, though the shutters remained closed. The sails were adjusted to compensate for the intercept course. I also shouted a powerful word into the air to be delivered to the two crewmen in the fore crow's nest, "Paix!" peace, in English. In the crow's nest, a third indicateur was raised below my flag. The symbol of peace shone proudly at our forefront as we sailed within range of the ship. We could from this point see clearly the activities of the ship without a scope and could fire our lethal cannons. But I am not that kind of man.

 

[Rayv]

Walks to The docks Looking For A sign

 

[Guest]

This is Roland Gilliad

From another Computer, HEY MONEYTALKS! YOU GOTTA POST!

I will check back later tonight. Cheers!

 

[Rayv]

Jack Flash

He adjust the ruby phenix he wares around his neck As he surches the Docks for a new home

OOC: I'll start typing more whe peopel help me intergrate in to the story

 

[Moneytalks]

OOC:

Lady Siren... yup... I inadvertantly presumed Roland's character to be on board... [lol]... so for now it seems we have boarded your ship whilst you were down below.

Roland... you KNOW I can't tell you about my plans yet... where is the excitment in that? [ggls]

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Oh I Know Moneytalks...

ooc:But still, That doesnt stopme from asking...Just be very warned, he has more guns in places you've never even heard of than most armys.....They arent all loaded but still..

Ahh I do love being evyl. ^_^


So what do I do now? I DID Post Moneytalks, I need somthing to go offa!

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Oh I Know Moneytalks...

ooc:But still, That doesnt stopme from asking...Just be very warned, he has more guns in places you've never even heard of than most armys.....They arent all loaded but still..

Ahh I do love being evyl. ^_^


So what do I do now? I DID Post Moneytalks, I need somthing to go offa!

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: Rayv feel free to incorporate yourself anyway you want, like Bobo said, you can be a part of his crew, maybe you heard he was after the Siren and you had a bone to pick with her to.. or something else.. whatever works for you

IC: Serena's eyes slightly widened as Rocky pushed her and Robert towards the bed. Before she could say anything he left her cabin to take care of the deck. Well he couldn't probably handle it for today. Looking at Robert she felt suddenly shy. Here she was alone with him in her cabin on her bed and the thoughts running through her head would make a Brothel owner blush. Pushing those thoughts away she smiled when he looked at her and said "I love you" and kissed her. She kissed him back knowing she would never tire of him saying that. "I love you to Robert" she said then she kissed him again silencing anything else he had planned to say.

 

[Moneytalks]

Giselle

She watched curiously as the golden haired one approached.

Janvar stood by her menacingly, eyeing up this possible challenger to his right to stand by Giselle's side.

Just then Giselle was distracted by someone coming from some doorway she had not noticed. Where there more of these people down there?

"Janvar... stellatette..." her hands moving vaguely before her.

Janvar glanced over at the man coming from that doorway. He lifted his hand and four of his men hurried forward surrounding him. Their spears gleaming ominously.

Giselle turned to Grey Wolf and spoke again haltingly... "How much... you... on ship?" She asked pointing at him... then at his men behind him... then at the one who had just come from the cabins within the ship's great hulk.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Grey Wolfenstien -=Anyone else, is just a Rogue.=-

*He eyed the person exiting the cabin then he walked over slightly nervously*
We..go....Not sure, not Mine......those mine..*he pointed to his crew*

Not those. *hje pointed to the persons who had exited the decks below*

*he eyed them with slight confusion, And alertness, he drew himself up then eyed them (The other pirates) With mounting suspicion*

We need to go. Or they might hurt us.