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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: KittKat chunky~ on June 03, 2010, 04:14:09 PM
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Yaar Ya scoundrels, come dock in at Furry Bay! Rum be much and lootin be great, a place for every pirate, whether ye be Captain of yer very own ship or a scruffy scoundrel...
Every furry pirate who’s werth his salt be known round here!...... The sign swung slowly in the sea breeze. The shanty-like mix of huts, taverns, houses and ship yards being the home to some of the most savage and generally drunk pirates in the Caribbean. The sound of flintlock pistols rang through the night accompanied by roaring laughter and accordion music, the flicker of a hundred oil lamps reflected like glowing shoals of fish in the calm waters of the natural bay.
Down by the docks the smell of fish, salt and pirates assaulted the senses like a physical battering ram, all over imposed by the mournful creaking of rigging in the breeze. Down here was where the work horses of a pirate slept for the night, to be woken by the Caribbean sun and anchors away! Mighty warships, lolloping junks, dingy dingies and sleek schooners... all lay low in the tide, dark waves sloshing against the sides. The quiet was every so often interspersed with the odd scream as a fight broke out on the piers and was settled with a good old fashioned dunking in the bay...
The Complete opposite of Furry-Bay and its occupants of rowdy pirates, are the Red-coats. They deal in slavery and the destruction of all pirates....
Red-coat troops have attacked Furry Bay twice before, and been beaten by the sheer number of pirates and ships localised to this single port.... However, several things of great importance where found by the Humans, and immediately rushed to ‘The admiral’ (leader of the Red-coats fleet).... On the way, one of the messenger ship was attacked by pirates, and a map was found under guard by the captain of the ship itself...
Now it seems, the Admiral is none too pleased.....
For whoever has the map, can find a treasure of untold value.....
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Less than a League away from Furry-Bay a dark and low-hulled schooner rocked in the shallow water... The emerald blue meditaranean waters sloshed against its sides as a Wolf dressed from head to toes in black garments and an overly showy three-point hat stumbled out onto the deck... "Kitt ya savvy feline.... why aint we sailin'?" Captain Black stumbled to the side of the ship and took another deep swig of rum... "Kitt.... where the bloody hell is the crew?" A feline wearing a faded blue bandanna jumped down from the rigging and grabbed the bottle of rum...
"You threw them over-board when they mutinied cap'n.... And we aint sailin' cos i cant commadore this ship properly all on me' ownsie can i?" He smirked, taking a swig of the rum himself before walking off towards the stern of the ship...
"Well i reckon you can sail 'er as far as Furry-Bay... we get some stupid crew there and then.... and then we get what im looking for..." Even as the schooner started to swing back out to deeper waters Captain Black unfolded an ancient and faded map... Squinting he looked from the map out at the sprawling bay in the distance....
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If ye be wanting to join.... just sign your soul up here http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=11956.0;topicseen (http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=11956.0;topicseen) in the OOC thread.... Everyone should start off in Furry-Bay and will be joining up into Cap'n Black's crew... For now, everyone make one entrance post, and we'l be deciding whether or not to impose an order to posting or not... Yaaar! :3
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Deep in the heat of a tavern, bathed in the orange glow of the lamps, pirates cheered and swayed to the sound of a musician. Dixon Yote swayed with them, playing out his songs to the souls of the audience.
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*White pushed down a couple of people as some armed thugs chased him down the alleyway* "You ain't gunna get away this time scallywag!" *Said the disgruntled pursuers as the wolf jumped on top of a trash bin and climbed up a wooden fence blocking the only exit he jumped down the other side* "Dang nabbit! That punk doesn't slow down... huff huff..." *The two walked in the other direction and the mischievous wolf grinned as he held a bag of 5 gold coins and whispered aloud* "All mine for the taking." *He climbed up a nearby Inn wall and nested at the top watching carefully for the two chasers from earlier* "Alright... they didn't see me, now to stay cool for a few hours..."
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*CRACK*
"OW!"
"Pig!" A jaguar woman stomped off, her hand pulsing from contact with Entaru's face. Entaru was flat on his back from the impact, having been knocked from his bar stool. "Why don't ya show me a fella who ain't one, ya scurvy wench!" Getting back onto his bar stool he rubbed his face, now adorned with a handprint, and ordered another rum. Spying another girl, he gulped down anoher shot of liquid courage and sauntered up to her.
"Hi there, lassy."
The woman, a buxom fair furred wolf, only glared at him.
"Ya know, I know a nish liddle spot where you, me, and the twins there, can have a little prevate time. Entaru glanced down momentarily as he spoke and grinned.
*CRACK*
"Pig!" The woman stormed away as she left Entaru on the floor. "OW! I think I found that jaguar's long lost sista'."
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"Kitt me' savvy feline... cant we go any faster 'n this?!"
The dark Schooner sliced through the waves at it neared the bay. The natural cul-de-sac protected the port from both storms and the red-coats constant attacks, it truly was one of the last safe-houses for pirates of all kinds...
"Well cap'n.. i must admit it would be easier goin' if you hadnt abandoned our entire crew!" Kitt tugged hard on a bow-line rope, he was an experienced sailor, and technically the schooner could be crewed by just two men... that didnt mean it was easy though...
"Kitt!... I dont wanna hear no more excuses, you get us in'ta port... I stock up on rum, while you get us some crew... this time, please try not to get some mutinious dogs alright?" Kitt grumbled under his breath, tying the rope secure in a half-hitch not... "Ay Ay cap'n..." He looked up at the infamous Cap'n Black Jack... he stood ungainly, resting on the wheel of the ship and steering none-too straight... Another half-empty bottle of rum was in one hand as always as he set his one good eye determinately on the port...
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While other danced and some fought in the tavern, Spike rolled a coin up and down his fingers in one of the booths. He was alone and plotting a scheme of his own as he looked at the map spread on the table in front of him held down by a tall pint of ale. He lifted his hat and pushed a hand through his hair before taking another large swig from the mug. "Saps..." He thought as he put his mug down. His plan would be harder than he'd expected. It wasn't as easy as rounding up a crew of cut-throats and low lifes but he'd have to borrow a ship as well. He drank again and went back to eyeing the paper.
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Fresh into port on a barely floating excuse for a sailing vessel Jacob stepped onto the dock and looked around Furry-Bay. The tavern had to close by to port. If there was one thing a bunch of cut throats and low lives can agree on, it's good ale. Upon find the tavern, Jacob opened the door to find exactly what he expected. Stepping in a drunkard fumbled and caught himself on Jacob's vest, Hands off you nilly! I ain't gonna tell ya twice!" The drunkard raised his fist wobbly and without skipping a beat Jacob planted two powerful blows on him, putting him out cold.
Is that his ale? Jacob said to Leopard standing close by.
"Aye." Jacob lifted his paw and took the half full tankard of ale Haha, not anymore!
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Luna walked into the tavern with her head down and her cloak wrapped tight around her. She didn't want to draw attention...mainly because she was a horse, and horses, especially of her breed, were unheard of this far west. If someone saw her for being a runaway slave...Luna took a breath of confidence, noticing that the majority of the people here weren't very much on the "outstanding citizen" side of the fence either. Nervously, her hoofs clicking on the floor as she went, she made her way up to the bar and asked for a drink....rum with a tablespoon of sugar.
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Terry Bear, a young and new pirate, came on a rickety old boat heading into dock his boat. He quietly murmured to himself "Gah, why am I doing this?" He sat there angrily rowing in when almost 10 feet from the dock he suddenly felt pushed, heard a large cracking noise, and before he knew it he was up to his waist in water. He turned around and saw a large rock stuck through his boat "Dammit, I think I can swim in...." He dove in and quickly swum himself to the dock and finally reached up gasping "What am I supposed to do now? At least nothing valuable was on the boat, I'll get some supplies here and find some way back onto the waters...." He then headed towards a tavern that looked like it would help him ease his sorrows.
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Dixon cheered as the people danced and sung and punched eachother senseless.
"haha, alright then, last song and then I'm off. Let's make this count." He started playing harder, faster, rousing the bodies, voices and souls of the tavern.
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The Black fang finally came into dock with a slight crunching sound... "Kitt! Watch the paintwork yer devil!" Captain Jack Black stepped down from the wheel of the ship, still clutching his third bottle of rum... "Cap'n.. you may h'v noticed you where steerin' the ship..."
The old timber wolf eyed Kitt squarely with his one good eye, looking him up and down... "Yer lookin' scrawny lad... go get somthin' to eat and sort out a new crew... I'm off to get some, supplies..." With that he set off down the gang-plank onto the jetty below, walking unsteadily he wound his way off towards the nearest brewery.. Kitt shook his head, tying up the fang and sliding his pistol into his belt... "Riiight... just leave me to do the crappy work while you get yerself some rum... dont worry cap'n, i'l go get a crew, from this godforsaken bay..."
Walking towards the nearest tavern he carried on muttering under his breath about the many inadequacies of captain Black... He wove his way through the crowds of landlubbers and sailors, most drunk, or on their way to getting drunk... He sighed and ducked between two foxes having a punch-up as he carried on towards the 'Buccaneers Booty'.. a tavern always full of people, many who might want to be crew of a ship, in exchange for some money and action...
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His drink was done and Spike had had it with the map. He rolled it up over the table while ignoring the fist fighters and drunks that occaisionally bumped into him. He slammed down his empty mug and slid the map into his long coat. He stagger up and belched. He put his hat on and walked towards the bar to the exit. He swayed every which way while making his exit, suddenly hitting against someone at the bar. They wore a cloak and were obviously trying to do their best to remain anonymous. Spike didn't apologize, he only got back on his feet and made his way towards the door and stepping outside. He had a run in with a young feline who seemed to be nearly half his age and trying to pass himself off as a pirate. It wasn't convincing to Spike at all. "Whadda think ye'r doing, boy? A little young to be running around these parts at night are we?" He laughed harshly.
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Sitting at the bar watching the dancing, and all the hooligans pounding each other into last weeks mutton, Jacob continued sipping the ale he took from the passed out lump by the door. The bar keep rose up and yelled, "Will someone git that fat door stop outta here? He's be blockin' the way for me patrons!" At a moments notice two burley tigers walked towards said drunk and promptly threw him out into the night.
It was at that time three men walked up behind Jacob and grabbed him by the shoulder, Oi! Ya made me spill some a' me ale!
What looked like the leader of this shaggy bunch said spitting with his words, "You'll be spillin' more than that lad!" The biggest of the three took Jacob and threw him against a wall. "The lad ya knocked out not but a few minutes ago was with us. We dun take nothin' from weasels like you!"
Jacob, in the predicament he was in looked up at his attackers. One was a scruffy wolf, another was a gangly looking coyote, and the other was the one who pleasantly threw Jacob into the wall, a muscular jaguar. In all fairness that wasn't me... It was that scrawny-
Before he could finish he was lifted up again, "Boy you got the tongue of a liar! And we know what do with scum like you..."
I don't mean to sound rude, but we just met. And I don't think we've gotten to know each other well enough, unless you have a wench in another room...
Jacob was struck hard in the stomach, "On your feet son. You think yer funny don't ya? Well, laugh at this!" The scruffy leader reached around his back side and pulled out a blade. Jacob shifted his eyes, planted himself against the wall and kicked the knife wielding scruff ball. Before the other two could react Jacob pulled his pistol, took aim and fired off a shot. The wolf dropped as the ball bearing was now lodged deep in his skull. The bar fell silent and everyone turned to see a smoking pistol and a dead figure on the floor. After a moment everything returned to as it was moments ago, drunks stumbling over each other, and tough guys pounding into each other. Now... I'm two for two. Unless you want to join this one I suggest you clear outta here. And take him with you, the bar keep doesn't fancy your friend bleeding all over the bar.
The two left collected their friend and cleared out. Jacob approached the bar, Here's five shillings. Sorry for the disturbance. Jacob walked towards the door and exited. He just stood by the tavern door and looked around the port.
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Kitt looked up at Spike, crossing his arms and doing his best to look intimidating... to say the least, at Five foot somthing and seventeen it didnt work... "Whats tha' the business with you?... I gotsa' get me a crew, and you's gonna be gettin' outta my way..." He looked up, flicking the tied end of his bandanna over one shoulder... Despite his lack of age a strange certainty and courage shone through, as he looked Spike up and down, one paw resting on his falchion blade, that was nearly half his size...
At the opposite end of the bay, Captain Black Jack leant across the counter of a small and dingy brewery... "Look.. I'm Cap'n Black... dont you see the clothin'?" He gestured drunkenly to the black Shirt, boots, hat and eyepatch... The fox behind the counter squinte one eye, looked curiously at him, and then shook his head... "Nope... never 'eard of ya... look, ya can have tha' two barrels of rum, at the price i gives you..."
Captains Black, never one to pass easily with money, took out a small pouch from inside his boot, and upturned it on the counter... the small gold and silver coins rolled and jangled as the Foxe nodded happily "Thats should jus' about do it captain... i'l have my men load three of the finest barrels onto your ship..."
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Dixon Yote swung himself into a low bow, as the crowd roared, among the barfights. He put his guitar back into its case and took it off stage and headed past the bar and up the stairs to his room. There wasn't much to his lodging. A bed with clothes sprawled over it, a window glowing orange from the lights outside, a few gifts from fans. He even had a portrait of himself on his desk. He kneeled on the floor and sighed, looking out to the night sky, with stars like bullet holes in the black cloak. Someone knocked on his door.
"Who is it?" he asked, pushing his guitar under his desk.
"It's pearl." The coyote smiled.
"Come in," he said, not moving from his spot, looking out. Pearl opened the doors, seeing him on his knees, in the shadows of this unlit room. She was an arctic vixen, with luxurious fur bursting through her dowdy dress. Her eyes pierced with amber tone, and used them, kneeling beside the coyote, bringing her arm around him. He couldn't do anything but look at her.
"You were marvellous again," she said. He looked away, brushing the dust-covered floor with his paw.
"What do you think of me in this place. In this..." he looked out the window, "... city."
"I think everywhere needs a balance. There aren't many like you 'round here, everyone else is a drunken cutthroat." She laughed a little. "So you need to be in this city, to balance things out."
"I can be a cutthroat," he said, smothered in mock defence. Pearl laughed again, giggling in her dulcet voice. Dixon didn't smile. "You're half right. I'm not the same as other people. I don't belong here." The fox's eyes lost their life; her face went blank. Dixon sighed, and looked at the window. "I should be out there, somewhere. A foreign place." He felt pearls paw grip on his shoulder.
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*A cloaked wolf walked in the scuffle upon the tavern quietly and began looking for some collections to take* "Alchy money be 'ere found, not a one pay mind whilst stupid." *The wolf crouched along and took from the naive pockets presenting themselves defenseless to his quick paws. Having taken a pocket filler amount, he boasted quietly* "Easy chaps, best be makin my way.." *Within minutes as quickly as he came he headed to sneak for the door noticing an out of place character, a cat of sorts*
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Desperately trying to take control of the situation, and failing, Kitt looked past the fox, a wolf and the other layabouts and drunkards... "Look... I jus' lookin' for a crew for m' captain.... Captain Black..." A few onlookers stopped, wondering whether or not to take the feline seriously... Captain Black was well known, namely for his temper, drunkeness and the fact he often marooned his whole crew at a time... But honestly could this none-too tall feline be anything to do with the infamous captain?
Just two streets away the infamous captain Black leaned close to a red-haired vixen, his rummy breath brushing her neck... "Look Clara.... I left to get you riches didn' I?... I'm a captain of the seas an' i gotta sail to find riches, eh?" The vixen seemed to ponder the matter for a moment, before slapping him hard across the cheek..."Whos Clara?! I'm Anabelle you drunken swag!" With that she strutted off down the street, leaving captain Black to take a swig of rum, and continue happily on his drunken way...
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Entaru's ears perked up as Kitt spoke. He had heard of Captain Black and his reputation. To join him might as well have been a one way ticket to the plank. Unfortunately, Entaru was on a bit of a bender and wasn't thinking whe he spoke up. "I be willin' to come with ya Shortstack! I'm short on dubloons anyways."
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*The wolf stopped and looked at the feline closely, studying his appearance and then brought up a question* "Where be the ship then? I been lookin fer a reason ta be leavin these billdrats, gimme tha incent and I be comin. You be payin?" *He gave a rub to his chin with a paw and covered his bulging pocket with his other paw to the coat*
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Luna couldn't help but to smirk as she observed the drunkards gamboling about like idiots, sipping on her sweetened rum contentedly. But--- when a feline raised his voice, claiming something about a captian, and a crew ---her ears automatically swiveled for a better hear. She turned and gave Kitt a meaningful glance but said nothing, waiting for more to be revealed. If it was true, then she might get a chance to set sail, the one thing the horse had dreamed of for years...And so she sat and waited for the 'men' to clear things up for her, in other words, to tell her wether she'd be let in...or whether she'd have to stow away par usual.
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Terry walked into the tavern and saw would be expected, drunkards and violence. He walked up to the bartender and asked for some rum, "Just give me a bottle o' rum, somethin' ta lift my spirits." He then took a look at his surroundings, there were some strange folk there although something stood out, it appeared to be a small cat being hassled by some larger folk. He peeped his ears and heard that they weren't ganging on him, he was trying to have them join the crew. He also heard it was for Cap'n Black, who had a reputation for having absolutely no respect for his crew and usually sat there being drunk and having people do work for him and they get little reward. At least it was better than sitting here with hundreds of drunkards almost as bad. He took a quick swig from his rum and listened in closer.
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An eyebrow raised in the feline's response. "Captain Black?...I don't joke around that sort of thing, boy." Spike pulled his coat back to grip the handle of one of his flintlocks. He despised Black and therefore anyone associated with him. Spike had some unfinished business with the Captain and he knew him well. He expected Black to know just the same about him. They's known eachother for years and if this was the chance for Spike to settle a score, he was about to take it. He grabbed the feline by the shirt and picked him up. He held him to his eye level. "WHERE IS HE!?!?" Spike exclaimed.
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Jacob sat down and began reloading his flintlock. It was tedious process, but if he needed it again that pistol needed to be at the ready. He reached for his gunpowder as he put in just enough to send projectile flying out at deadly speeds. Next came the ball bearing, it needed to be stuffed down to the back of the barrel so the pressure between that and the black powder would force it out when the hammer hit the firing cap. Jacob reached around in his pockets and felt no firing caps. Arrgh, bloody hell... one of those brutes must have knocked'em offa me.
Just about the time Jacob was going to enter back into the tavern he heard a ruckus. Thinking nothing of it, it was probably some plastered half-wit bent on pounding on someone for making a silly comment. He walked in prepared to catch another drunk, but what he found was a tall skidish looking feline lifted up in the air at eye level of an aggressor. Interested, Jacob took a seat to watch the performance mocking the action taking place, using his paws like the two were marionette puppets,
"Where be the wenches you clog?" He mocked, playing the aggressor.
"They're up in my room! They know about yer... problem" Jacob continued to play around, "Right now they're probably up there giggling about it!"
Haha, I have too much fun... Uh oh. Jacob looked closer and realized he had drawn their attention.
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Dixon pulled his coat on, while Pearl ran her paw along his guitar case, looking at it, lost.
"You sure I can't come with you?" She looked up at him, and pleaded with those amber eyes like fire in the snow. Dixon looked away.
"You're not a sailor." His voice was calm, but his body turned away from her. He pulled a large bag up onto his shoulder and was ready to leave. He reached out for the guitar case. Pearl stood up with it, and put it into his paw, before moving up behind him, bringing her arms around his body and her head to his shoulder. They stood together for a lifetime, until Pearl let go, herding Dixon out the door and closing it behind him, leaving her alone in the room.
Dixon walked down the stairs and out into the main tavern, greeted by violence and alcohol.
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Kitt turned to Entaru, slightly surprised "Well i guess welcome aboard... -ack!- He was stopped mid-sentence when the much taller fox grabbed him by the faded blue jacket and linen shirt... Kitt struggled for a moment, his feet treading air desperatly, but the fox had him in a grip tighter than davy jones himself... "I-I-Dunno... He jus, sent me t'find a crew..... he's probably off buyin' barrels of rum as we speak... its where all th-th dabloons goes..." He was fully aware that a small crowd of people by now where watching what was happening, they knew free entertainment when they saw it...
He reached desperately for his flintlock, but the blasted thing was caught in his belt, his fingers scabbled helpessly over its handle but to no avail... Unluckily the falchion blade was a sword designed to have the upper-hand over an opponent who was a good several feet away, not it seemed, when you where trussed up in the air by the scruff of your neck...
"Look... Killin' me aint gonna find you Black you phsyco... the way i see's it you keep me alive, you be finding Black..." He finally got a good grip around the flintlock and pulled it out from his belt... "You d-d-dont even know which ship he's usin'.... If you got a score ta settle with him, i dont gives a twattle 'bout it... you think i cares what happens to Black?... Jus' dont kill me an' i reckon i can get you Black..."
With that he pulled the flintlock out and aimed it squarely between the eyes of the fox, he pulled the trigger, and was met with a ominous -CLICK- ... looking from the old pistol to the fox he gave a sheepish grin.. "Wet powder?..."
Down at the port Captain Black, the pirate whom many arguments where started over, was throwing his guts up into the sea... Standing back up he whiped his mouth, gave a shrug and slugged down another mouthfull of Rum before clambering aboard the black Fang... "Darn Dry land... gives me stomach problems every time i make port..." With that he stumbled below deck to scrounge out a bottle that hadn't been drunk....
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Spike was not amused. He stared the cat in the eyes despite the gun between his own. "I ain't gonna kill you, fool." He took the gun out of his face and ripped it from Kitt's hand. He released his grip causing Kitt to land on the ground with a loud thud. He looked down at the cat on the ground. "...But I AM going to kill Black. Ye can be certain of that." The fox straightened his hat and bent down, picking up the cat off the floor to his feet. "For now...consider me part of the crew." A sinister smile spread across his face as he handed Kitt his pistol back.
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*The wolf noticed the fox and quickly made clear like water and hid himself ouside on the roof, waiting to see where the cat goes* "Only reason I'm interested in this one is because I need a ride off of this pit before my transactions catch up with me and people finally figure out where I hide." *He waited silently over the tavern trying not to attract attention to himself as he stayed still among the tiles in the street lights view*
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Kitt allowed himself to be picked back up onto his feet, and took the pistol.. "Y-yessir... I'l jus'... jus' put you down onto the crew roster.... welcome aboard..." He gave another sheepish grin, dusting himself off hurriedly....
Well... Two Crew Members down.... And really running into an adversary of Black had been stroke of luck... It wasn't that he hated Black, after all the cap'n had raised him from just a kitten... But he was getting old, and most definitely quite eccentric... he was getting fed up of trying to replace the entire crew every other week...
Slipping the useless pistol into his belt he tightened his bandanna and looked around at the group of people still watching expectantly as if for more entertainment... "Funs over.... if you be wanting to join up, head down to the docks and look for a completely black schooner.... ya cant miss it..."
With that he brushed himself off once more, and set off at a skidding run down to the docks, weaving between the jostling crowds of drunks...
On the Black Fang, the Captain himself had located a half-full bottle, and took a hearty swig... Walking drunkenly back towards the upper deck he bumped into a supporting beam and apologised to it under his breath... stepping around the wooden strut he tilted his hat courtiously, muttering "Sorry Madam, i'l be on my way..." And carried on up to his cabin, hiccuping and muttering under his breath...
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*The wolf jumped down from the roof and followed the cat stealthily* "Run run run fast as ye wills." *He muttered to himself as he moved from building to building avoiding a possible turn around gaze then skipping along again* "Obvious tha' ship be docked, but which is unanswered yet to this land farer." *He provoked the question over and over not being familiar with the ships that come into port; remembering why he was leaving, the wolf made sure nobody else saw him following the feline* "Don't be needin' them scurvey dogs followin my tail after it leaves thar salted ground." *He thought to himself as he wondered about the massive pockets to be picked later*
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Having stepped back into the crowd, and allowing the new drama to unfold, the words of the feline struck Jacob. Perhaps I can use this opportunity to my advantage... He said under his breath.
Jacob had run as much crime and dirty deeds as he could handle from the day he started. It had earned him quite the nasty reputation amongst many ports and towns. If being part of a mutinous crew was the only way of escaping the gallows, he wasn't going to think twice about it.
Haha! Jacob exclaimed, I found me blasting caps! He picked the small pouch up off the floor and went out looking for the ship the feline was talking about. Jacob had a knack for picking out things, after a moment of searching he found it, but headed back to his boat to grab a bag containing recently plundered loot from his latest run about of theft, and he picked up his cutlass. After securing those contents he found the feline right where he said he would be. Oi there. You be the one lookin' fer a crew? If so I'm your man. If there be two things I know best they be killin' and lootin'. Jacob hands the feline his loot, That was from another day. You can keep it, there'll be plenty more I can get my paws on, haha!
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((Where'd this guy come from?))
Entaru followed the cat out. He had enough of the bar anyways and figured, 'what the heck, I need something to do'. He looked at Kitt curiously. "Hey, how'd ya end up being Black's recruiter? Shount he be the one looking for the crew?"
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((Kotor, although being a pirate means you dont normally abide by rules... here is one you must follow regardless of piratin' or not... join up here - http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=11956.15 (http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=11956.15) in the OOC thread and await my judgement, or forever ye' soul be damned to davy jones locker.... just remember to sign up before entering a serious RP and follow the rules ;) ))
Kitt carried on walking, answering Entaru as he went... "I do mos everythin' aboard the Black Fang.... Cap'n Black may be the cap'n, but that sure as hell dont mean he does anything...." He sighed, sidestepping a particularly drunken fox... "Look... Black's a good guy, kinda... he raised me up from a kid, i just run all the errands...."
Finally he reached the ship, stepping up onto the gangplank someone he had seen earlier at the bar thrusted somthing into his hands.... Weighing the loot he handed it back, frowning... "Ye Keep your share o' the loot... i by my reckonings thats your share o' your loot..." With that he jumped aboard the schooner, tail flicking and then dissapearing over the side....
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A large Bull stood up and bellowed out loudly, in the general direction of the large black schooner he'd been told to head for, a wide grin on his face as he did so.
"I been hearing ye be lookin' fer meat fer ya grinda!" said Barry so casually, yet loudly, it gives the appearance that everyone else is wrong for talking quieter, before waiting and hoping to get the attention of someone on board, whilst he moves his bulging arms out of his cloak, as they're his main assets, and the reason he gets paid.
"I've been lookin' fer a job, an' its been so long I've started ta lose my sea legs." he continues, a bit quieter, not wanting to be known for all eternity as the loud one, like he was on his last crew, but it seems inevitable that he'll get a reputation regardless.
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Dixon Yote headed to the bar, calling an old crow behind it, over to him. He handed over a bag of coins.
"Here's the last of the rent. I'll be headin' over to that schooner." The crow's eyes widened, beak parting.
"You what? How can you be leavin'? Pearl'll not be happy to hear this, not happy at all." Dixon turned to head out the door.
"She already knows. I told her upstairs," he said, and headed out to the dock. The crow looked around, distressed. She grabbed a younger crow, her daughter.
"Hold down the bar," she said, and headed upstairs.
Dixon found the schooner, like a shadow on the sea and headed up its gangplank with his bag and his guitar.
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Terry walked down to the schooner he saw the young feline go in hoping to reach up with him and get aboard. If he could he'd be with a hopefully good crew, and that fox really seemed like he would kill the captain, so he didn't think he'd have to worry about much. He walked up to the gangplank and asked out "HEy, anyone 'ere? Heard you may be needin' a new set o' hands 'round here!"
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Kitt walked into the captain's cabin, at the back of the ship... it was small and smelled distinctly of old rum, in the middle of the room slept Captain Black. Sighing, Kitt walked over to the desk, to see an old map half-covered by the captain's scarred hands....
With a quick check to see he really was asleep, Kitt carefully slid the map into better sight and looked over it quickly... It showed an island, one he had never seen before, and the surrounding area of sea... on it was a set of instructions, as well as several scribbled notes that looked to have been written by the captain... "You always where one to keep yer' secrets weren't you?"
Suddenly a loud shout, accompanied by the tramping of footsteps across the gangplank stirred the captain.... it seemed a number of people had taken an interest in crewing the Black Fang... despite her captains bad reputation... A grunting and loud snore made Kitt jump as Captain Black opened one eye and grumbled "Whas' all the Racket?.. Kitt, get outta' my cabin and find me a crew!" Kitt frowned, looking from the captain, to the map he had now put back into an inner pocket of his jacket and nodded...
"Jus' workin' on it now cap'n.... hopefully at least some of 'em now how to sail a ship..."
With that he stepped out of the cabin to see just who had taken the offer.... what he saw was not particularly brilliant.... Some looked sea-worthy, others not-so much... He muttered under his breath as he stepped up to meet them "Coulda been worse..."
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Dixon strolled over to Kitt.
"So who's in charge around here. I'm here to help out. I'm a seasoned sailor," He said, then nodded to his guitar, "And I can play even better."
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Entaru hopped off the gangplank and onto the deck. He looked at the ship around him with a frown. Hoo, boy...I think I'm in over ma head. Ima good repairman but this thing needs a mortician. Definently got ma work cut out fer me. Entaru looked around at the motley crew that was boarding the ship. "Yeesh...how many of these fellas are there?"
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Kitt smiled for once, looking from Dixon to his guitar, there was a stroke of luck... "Well welcome aboard, always good t' have a musician.... Now i know she dont look up to much, but this here schooner is one of the fastest on the seas, she just needs a little lovin' and gently care is all..."
He patted the dark-oak mast and quickly hid the fact that a large strip of wood had fallen straight off.... Behind him a smash and loud shout announced that Captain Black had finished the last of the rum.... Wincing, Kitt tried to ignore it and looked across the rest of the crew... they'd got a fair number of them, slightly more than you needed to sail a schooner but she had more than enough hold space to carry 'em all... besides, having spares was good when it came to training new crew... never could tell when one might just slip overboard and blow himself to kingdom come with some gunpowder....
"Alright, look.... youre all welcome aboard the ship, if you aint an experienced sailor, then your jus' gonna have to become one pretty quickly... i sugest you all..." He was cut off suddenly as Captain Black strode out from his cabin, and fired a thunderous blast from his flintlock into the air... several metres away an unlucky seagull plunged into the water with a splash... "Ever' one o' you... Shuttit n' stan' to attention fer yer cap'n!" He growled under his breath, still holding the smoking pistol as he stared at the motly group through his one good eye, before turning his gaze on Kitt... he did not seem best pleased...
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Entaru felt himself snap to attention as the flintlock went off. He wasn't drunk enough not to know when to shut his trap so he remained silent as his eyes scanned the Captain. Holy crow! I didn't think anything could be more broken down than the ship...but obviously I'm wrong.
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Luna felt very strongly that she did not belong among the ranks of this rough and tumble crew, no matter how much she needed passage on a ship, especially a crew with a Capitan who enjoyed firing his flintlock at random intervals...and she also felt very strongly that she may get in trouble if she kept hiding behind this row of keg barrels...a few moments earlier, she'd snuck out to the docks instead of waltzing out proudly like the others had, and then she'd dove behind some musty-smelling barrels for cover...what other choice did she have being as nervous as she was? The horse nickered lowly, almost silently, and crouched closer to the ground, watching what was going on with this 'Capitan Black' and his new 'recruits,' her nose filled with an astringent salty smell that she'd grown to love. Off to the side, she could hear the ocean tumble and rumble. For now, it was best she stay hidden. Watching in the shadows.
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It was the thunderous bang of Captain Black's flintlock that snapped Jacob out of his inspection of the vessel. He never did look up to any authority figures. But considering this inebriated mess of a captain was about to be bumped off anyway, a more likeable person would captain this vessel. Jacob grinned and stood giving his undivided attention to Captain Black.
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Spike silently threw himself over the side of the rail from the gangplank and stood aboard the Black Fang. Spike did not like what he saw at all. The ship was a poor sight and would be hopefully be fast enough to catch up to the Wrath once Spike had siezed control. He sighed as the pistol went off he lowered his hat over his eyes. The last thing he needed was for Black to recognize him. The initiation of gunplay would have to wait as Spike covered his flintlocks under his long coat. He looked around for the cat he'd been strangling earlier.
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Terry sat there just watching what was going one. He could tell that the cat was just doing what the captain said and that the captain was horribly drunk and will go about shooting at random times and in random directions. Oh well. He jumped onto the deck and gave the attention that was focused on the unlucky seagull to the captain. It was pretty impressive that he hit that small bird completely by accident though.
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Captain Black stamped up towards Kitt, fixing him with a stare from his one good eye.. "Kitt! What the devil do ya call this!?" He gestured wildly at the group of assembled people with his other flintlock, a few seagulls took off in fright from the rigging....
"Itsa' crew cap'n... you says find a crew... so i goes into the docks an' finds anyone who knows t' sail a ship so..." The captain growled, silencing Kitt in an instant... "Its and insult to me, it an insult to his ship!"
Kitt looked around at the ship for a moment, the rigging was weak, the wood was rotten in places.... she should have been scrapped years ago but Black wouldnt hear of it... "Look me in the eye when i'm talkin' Boy!" Kitt looked hurriedly back at Black, who shook his head muttering...
"Fine.... you'l all do... we set sail at noon, by then the rum should have been loaded onboard..." And with that he tramped off back into his cabin, firing the second flintlock wildly behind him as he walked... The shot whizzed harmlessly through the air, scaring a few relatives of the deceased seagull...
Visibly relaxing, Kitt turned to the new crew of the Black Fang, giving a shrug ... "Well..... always good to have a few encouraging words from the captain..."
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*White hid in an alcove above the cabin, but under the deck above in a small unnoticed area of the ship* "I'll just wait till it's dark and then I'll plunder some food for travels." *The wolf started to make his plotting for what to do for the next few days* "So the idea is that I don't get caught so that no one even knows I'm on this cesspool of a ship and therefore I have the advantage to play this out as much as I will if people think other people are stealing from each other." *He grinned and decided to watch the people intently from his view, hearing the captain yell at his first mate* "Wonder what happened over there, perhaps the crew are not to the captain's liking...?"
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Entaru wilted at Kitt's comment about the Captain. Encouraging? What in Davy Jones locker have I gotten maself inta? Shaking off the scare he set about to inspecting the ship. He needed to find out what was wrong with the ship, and what was the highest priority to fix. I can ansa both of those with the inspection. What's wrong? EVERYTHING! Highest priority to fix? Getting offa this bloody, floating deathtrap before it gets into deep water!
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"Now i know she dont look like much..." Kitt walked along the side of the ship, watching them... "But she's fast.... faster than any ship i seen round these parts anyhow.... and shes shallow so we can go almost completely up-river without once hitting the bottom...." He stopped and looked across the new crew..... hopefully captain Black's outburst wouldnt have put them off... he sighed... it was hard, retraining a crew every month or so.. simply because the captain got suspicious or too drunk....
"Kitt! Get in me' cabin now!" A rather drunken shout emanated from the Captains cabin... Sighing again, Kitt stepped cautiously in... "Yes Cap'n?..." Captain Black stood up from his desk, teetered on the spot for a moment and seemed to regain his balance... "Kitt me savvy sailor... you know why i marooned the last crew?"... he didnt wait for a reply before continuing... "They was after me' treasure.... Those flea-ridden scum bags was after it... and i knew.... you my boy... you would never go after ol' Blacks treasure would ya?"
Kitt shook his head hurriedly, still keeping close to the cabin door.... "well tha's good... ol' Black can trust you cant he..... not like the others... no me' boy.... you'd never do that...." Little did the captain know, even know Kitt was secretly hoping that crazed fox would finish the crazed old wolf soon.... please let it be soon...
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Miles and miles away, across open ocean and beyond distant islands, a great ship sat anchored in the dock at a large fort..... Inside the spacious captains cabin a man sat at his desk, flicking spots of dust from his resplendent red-tailed coat... before him lay a map, at least twenty hands wide and an almost exact copy of the one Captain Black had on his desk.... As he carefully studied the many scrawled instructions across the aged cloth of the map, a soldier in a bright red coat and black boots marched in...
"Admiral sir! We have found the identity of the pirate scum who stole the counterpart to the map... one who goes by the name of 'Captain Black"..."
The Admiral looked up, and smiled... "This will be easier than i expected... Black and his motley crew are a shambles... theres no chance of them getting to the island before me.... soldier, send out a message... we set sail tonight.... Captain Black will be no threat, despite him having got the other map..."
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Watching as the one called Kitt marched in to see Captain Black it was time to finish inspecting the rickety old ship and the rest of the assembled crew. Jacob popped open a bottle of rum he managed to swipe under someones nose on his way out of the tavern and said in a hearty tone, Anyone care to join me for one last drink before we sail to our deaths? Jacob chuckled for a moment before taking a swig of the rum and then held it out for any takers, smiling warmly.
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"Well you seem pretty happy 'bout this." Terry said drinking the last of the rum he got at the tavern and tossed it onto the dock were it shattered to pieces. What am I going to do? With the look of the ship it would probably sink into the depths if it bumped into anything. Good thing it was small enough that we might not bump into anything. If the boat sunk before they got far out enough he could probably savage a piece of the boat's mast to float on, and if it got far out it might not break at all. He kept trying to reassure himself that he would die within the next couple of day, but he just couldn't convince himself.
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Dixon stood back, looking at the cracks in the ship, the rot, little holes in the wood.
"It can probably barely get out of the bay, and if it can, it's still terribly broken." He smirked, and breathed a laugh. "How poetic." He walked over to Jacob, sat beside him and Terry and looked over the sea, remembering the distance.
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Jacob looked Terry right in the eyes and inspected him. He seemed meek, Jacob wasn't even sure if he ever got into a scruff or if he ever killed someone, or for the sake of argument getting boozed up and for no reason firing off a cannon that belongs to the royal navy. There could be some trouble in him. He just needed to let it out.
Boy... Jacob said directly at Terry, If it tis a life at sea you be wantin'... you have a lot to learn. Jacob left it at that. He never had any kind of a compassionate side, and he never felt the need to reach out. He has a very direct attitude amongst things.
Jacob looked at Dixon and grinned, You my friend... have got it. We might make it, we might not. If we don't, we gave the sea one hell of a shot. If I had any more rum to share with you, I would. Jacob continued to chuckle as the moments passed by.
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"I expect that, I'm expectin' ta get inta trouble, but this be the only life available right now. I don't care what I gotta do out 'ere ta make it by." Terry replied to Jacob as he remembered how horrible things where, how he could never get anything out of life when everyone else sat there doing nothing all day. In the life of piracy, he gets whatever he wants, plenty o' rum, and people know not to look down on him unless they want a bullet through their head. It was a lot better.
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(Oh my...having so many characters makes remembering names hard...I corrected my last post...)
When things had seemed to settle down, Luna finally decided to stop being so chicken. She ambled out of the bushes, then out from behind the keg barrels at the corner of the pier, her mode of double protection, and walked out onto the dock, casting a look around. The ship in question seemed rather out of shape, but it wasn't like she cared so long as it got her where she needed to go. There were people about, the new crew, but she was far too nervous to speak with them. Being a rare species, an eastern horse, for so long, had made her particularly wary and, indeed, terrified of social situations. She coughed a little, the dull but harsh taste of her sugary rum rising in her throat threateningly.....it had been a month or more since her last drink.
Stroking her thick silvery hair out of her eyes, Luna began to wonder just how she planned on doing this....this crew didn't look too friendly, to top off her ever-present anxiety, and the Capitan was...well, she didn't want to think about what he'd do if he caught her stowing away...Maybe it was best to ask....
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Kitt walked out of the captains cabin.... he really had gone mad lately.... mad with power... mad with alcohol... mad with that godarn map...
He sighed, walking past the new crew.... They'd happened across the map when raiding a red-coat's ship, the captain had guarded it carefully ever since then, intent on finding whatever the map showed... it was hard to tell, but Black mentioned things about 'a series of maps'... and 'one ultimate treasure'... Madness, thats what it was...
Down on the dock several ferrets where pulling a wagon laden with barrels towards the Black Fang, they pushed past Luna hurriedly and stopped at the gang-plank...
"Ahoy! Delivery for a Captain Black here.... he's already payed so we'l just load her up!"
Kitt looked over the side to see the barrels of rum, fresh fruit and salted meat.... well, at least the captain wasnt mad enough to not buy necessities... "Alright, bring 'em up... the crew can help loading!" He turned to the new crew "C'mon... time to start earnin' yer pay... just load the barrels into the cargo hold... theyre yer food n' drink so be carefull with 'em.."
Jumping down the gangplank Kitt started to help the ferrets with the first barrel of rum, and noticed a very unusual species standing less than two metres away... He looked up at Luna, half-guessing she was there about crewmanship... "You here to sign up fer' crewin'? If ye are we got plenty o' space aboard yet..."
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Luna felt her hair stand on end when Kitt approached her. She faced him with a patient look in her eyes, not wanting to seem off or a threat in any way. "Why, yes, actually...I've been looking to join crew on a ship for what seems like ages now." She stepped nearer him, hoping he wouldn't turn her down for her race or her gender, a thing that happened to Luna more often than not.
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Kitt looked her up and down... she was an unusual sight around these parts... but really so was he, European Felines weren't exactly Mediterranean native where they?...
"Well... If you know how to sail, or are willin' to put in some sweat and hard work.... welcome aboard...."
He thought about what Captain Black's reaction would be to having a female on-board.... hopefully he'd be too drunk to care.... and anyway, their last crew had a woman in it... didnt stop Black from Marooning her though, the flea-ridden dog... He started to turn back to the ship and the loading of the rum and food, hoping the newcomer would follow...
"We've just been havin' to recruit a whole knew crew... so just make yersel' friendly with the other shipmates, and we're setting sail at noon... just as soon as we get the food n' drink aboard... th' names Kitt... First Mate to Captain Black, and yours?"
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"I'd be willing to work as much as I'm needed," the horse replied heartily, at last smiling and nodding. "I'm Luna. I'm from the middle east, Egypt. Brought over here on slave trade." She eagerly followed, beyond glad her spot was secure...or at least semi-secure.
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Dixon smiled at Jacob, and sighed.
"I see things a different way. Surviving the sea is like surviving your own bedroom. It's the land that kills me, and that will disappear." His expression fell solemn, like a shadow under his skin. He shook his head and the smile returned.
"The captain's a fiery one. Makes you wonder why there isn't any crew." He smirked.
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Entaru quickly got to work loading on the supplies. He grabbed a barrel of fruit and hefted it under his arm, not noticing Luna as he walked down the plank. However, on his way back up he spotted her and nearly dropped the barrel on his foot as his jaw dropped. Wow...is she part of ta crew? Shouldn't she be....somewhere that int around a bunch o' drunken idiots? Wow.
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Jacob turned back to to see what task everyone had been asked to do. Looking at Dixon, T'was nice gettin' ta know ya. I suppose we better be helpin the rest o' the crew getting the stuff on board. Jacob nodded at Dixon and walk to the bottom of the gankplank and grabbed whatever he could.
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Kitt helped a thin weasel pull the last barrel up the gangplank... "Looks like the last of it.... I'l jus' go talk to the cap'n and then we can get sailin'!"
With that he took a visible deep breath, and stepped into the Black's cabin... A loud bang and cloud of smoke preceded his brave movement, as Captain Black fired a pistol shot towards the intruder...
"Dangit Kitt! Knock, ya scallywag!" Standing shakily back up Kitt nodded, looking from Black to the rather prominent hole in the wall, two inches from his ear....
"Y-yes Cap'n... jus' wondered when we'd be settin' out is all.."
Black leaned back in his chair, setting his boots up on the desk... "Kitt... A captain sails, when a captain wants..... we set sail when i say..."
Nodding hurriedly Kitt walked back out, rubbing his ear gingerly.... a little more to the left and.... jeez, Black was getting crazy, good he was gonna get bumped off by that fox now...
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After all this, Luna thought best to make herself little-known, unless be she needed, and set up a post at the back of the ship, sitting on an edge rail and looking down at the ocean, in which played out rhythms of blue harmony and lapped at the boat's wooden frame like tounges of the mystic. She played with her hair, and she dreamt of home, all along having a sinking feeling in her stomach. What had happened to the happiness....where had it gone...
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Dixon walked up behind Kitt, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Hey, uh, where's we sleeping, where's the quarters? Oh and when do we set sail?"
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Entaru leaned against the railing of the deck as he breathed a sigh of relief. Those barrels were heavy...but heavy barrels meant lots of food. Or a certain amount of rotten food. Entaru perished the thought of perished perishables and turned his attention back to the woman. She seemed distressed...about what he had no idea. With a hop, skip, and a jump, Entaru leaned on the railing beside her, his back against the railing.
"Somethin' ta matta, tea-cake?" Entaru smiled warmly as he spoke.
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Kitt tightened the half-hitch not he was working on... the Captain wanted the ship ready to sail soon and so he worked away to get the sails and rigging prepared... He jumped in fright as he was tapped on the back, drawing his falchion blade hurriedly he turned to see Dixon...
"Oh... Sorry there... Dixon, was it?" He sheathed the sword, sliding it back into his belt.... "Crew quarters are below deck, theres more n' enough hammocks for everyone... The ship may not look it, but its cargo holds are spacious for its size...."
Glancing over towards the captain's cabin he answered Dixon's second question... "We set sail when the captain says..... hopefully it should be soon.. supplies are aboard, he's just goin' over some ancient map right now..." Kitt stopped, perhaps telling too much detail about the map wasnt in his best interest... especially with Black being so protective over it... In an attempt to change the subject he motioned to Dixon's guitar across his back...
"You're the guy who played in the tavern.... good to have a musician aboard, does wonders for crew morale... I remember, on the first ship i sailed, we had a wolf who played the accordion.... wonderful music he played.... Kitt stopped again, apparently looking into the distance over Dixon's shoulder. He muttered under his breath quietly "And Black killed him.... killed all of them, but me.... every last man, and woman, aboard the savvy blue..." He shook himself, looking back at Dixon... "Well yeah... hope to hear you play soon.... and welcome aboard.."
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In his cabin, Captain Black pored over his map, nose almost touching the aged cloth.... He muttered under his breath, tracing a route across the map with one callused finger... "Over the Sargossa sea.... through the black rocks.... to the bay where the second map lies... the second map pieces the next part of the puzzle.... all leading to my ultimate treasure..." He leant back from the map, apparently happy with his plan... But whether to explain it all to Kitt... the boy had proven his loyalty before...... he'd have to tell him at least part of it... though perhaps the truth about the treasure was best left untold for now....
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As Kitt mumbled, Dixon's expressed changed. A strange look at the cat, unsure and concerned, followed by a grimace whispering on his lips. As Kitt dropped back into reality, Dixon dropped his look, putting on a soft smile given out in idle pleasantries.
"Well, everyone's lost in an illness of drama, and music's an all healing placebo." He chuckled at his high flying words. he reached out and patted Kitt on the back. "Look forward to what's coming our way, right?" He cracked a genuine smile and headed off to the cargo holds to drop his possessions.
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Luna felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle. Sucking in a breath, she turned to face the...fox. Why was he talking to her anyway? "Oh, it's nothing," she said with a nonchalant air, as if that would make him go away. Looking him up and down and around, it was his eyes that quickly drew her into him. "Who're you?" she went on.
Scratch that...maybe she wanted him to hang around just a bit longer.
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Entaru smiled warmly as he took a seat on the rail. "Entaru Korin, local shipwright. And you?" He propped his legs up and leaned back against nothing, balancing himself on the rail as he spoke. His tail waved lightly as the breeze came by.
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"Luna." She felt a tad awkward gleaning her one-word answer. But that was just the way she was. And the way she would be. Obviously Entaru wanted to hang around for a bit...she would have to tolerate that.
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"Nice ta meet ya, Luna. Say, whatsa nice girl like you doin' on a scoundrel ridden deaf-trap like dis?" Entaru gave himself an mental facepalm at the cheesy line. He had hundreds of better ones and for some reason the one he learned NOT to use, ages ago, had been the one to come up. You stinkin' idiot! Why'd ya go an' use that one?!