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Shiver Me Timbers!
Nov 19th, 2011 at 2:54am
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   Act One:  The Cat's in the Caravel


    In the year of our lord, 1650, Ethan Cavanaugh, Adrian Voss, Katarina, and Alfredo De Corlone found them selves press ganged into the crew of Jean Petite, the French Privateer.   Working from Jamaica, Petite obtained a letter of Marque (so he claimed) from the French Crown and roamed the Spanish Main in search of Spanish Gold.

   They sailed on the sloop; Le Oyster into the Atlantic.   One night while using the ship’s sexton, Katarina was accosted by one of the French crewmen, Dupree.   Dupree grabbed her wrist causing her to almost drop the valuable navigational instrument.  Voss spotted this, and intervened.  With two swords drawn against him, Dupree backed down.   The following morning, the ship’s boson gave Dupree nine lashes.

   A week later, near the Bahamas, a Spanish Galleon was seen smoking in the distance.   They set sail for plunder.    The main mast of the Spanish ship was damaged and  the ship’s hull looked damaged.   They let loose with their small cannons, and then boarded the ship.   The Spanish fought back, but later surrendered to Jean Petite.    Petite took their gold, but left their men and ship alone due to them finding out that most of their crew had died from the plauge!

   They set sail towards the mainland to divvy the plunder when they saw they were now being chased.  At first they thought it was more Spanish, but they soon realized it was much worse.  It was the Reaver, the hated ship of the dreaded  buccaneer, Captain Darque.
   
      Petite said that he had escaped Darques’ clutches once before.   He said that Darque captures anyone he can, and they are never seen again. And that his  crew is loyal to the last man.   He would not stop pursuing them.   Petite, the hardest man they had ever seen, showed fear in his eyes.

   They rammed the Reaver, and Cavanaugh jumped unto its deck, only to find himself entangled in a slaver’s net.    Alfredo and Katarina both hacked their way across the Reaver’s deck, taking  many of  the two man netting teams.   Adrian leapt aboard keeping an eye on the battle.    He and Ethan both saw Dupree, sneaking up on Katarina, trying to stab her in the back.   Ethan killed Dupree before he could harm the Black Cat.

   Alfredo proved to be a skilled swordsman, dispatching many enemy swordsmen, while Jean Petite proved fearless and deadly.   Soon muskets fired hitting many of the Oyster’s men, including their captain.  Captain Darque jumped down, picking up Jean Petite, and slamming him to the deck.    This caused a wave of desperation among Petite’s men.

   Katarina called out Captain Darque.   The crews of both ships came to a halt to see how this would play out.    Captain  Darque asked for terms.   She conferred with Adrian Voss and they said, “ If I win, I get your ship,  if you win, you get our ship”   He laughed and said he had their ship already.  He said that if he wins Petite’s crew become slaves, and  Katarina services his crew as the ship’s whore.   To everyone’s surprise, she agreed.   
 
    Darque removed his cloak and struck out with lighting speed.   Katarina parried and struck back three times.  She slashed Darque’s face, shoulder and throat, killing Captain Darque.  His ferret slinked away.


    Adrian called for hails to the new captain.  Ethan seconded this and together they got the crews cheering.     This day was the birth of the newest pirate captain,  El Gata Negra, the Black Cat.
   
    They inventoried the ship, finding 27 emaciated people in chains below deck along with chests of  Spanish gold.   Adrian and Ethan went to the captain’s quarters to get the key to unchain the poor wretches, and both screamed when they saw what horrors were in that evil captain’s chambers.    They saw a pentagram painted on the floor, and a tapestry with star charts hanging over the ceiling.  Skulls were littered on the shelves and lastly, on the closed shutters over the windows, was an eviscerated torso.    They called for crewmen to clean out the room.  Darque’s boson refused,  whereupon Ethan Cavanaugh ran him trough with his trusty Spanish long sword.  The next person asked to clean out the room did not object.

    The imprisoned were freed.   They were fed, given water.   Katarina  opened Darque’s private locker and found books and more gold.   The books were written in Latin.  One of  freed prisoners was Spanish priest, and he refused to read those damned books.  All he did was say their titles, and blessed himself profusely.  One was the Cult De Ghouls, another the dreaded Necronomicon, the last,  Captain Darque's journal.  

    Jean Petite recovered and was helped aboard the Reaver by Alfredo.   Captain Petite, and Captain Katarina made an accord.   Petite would now sail under the standard of a Black Cat, and he would kick back 10% of his booty to the Chat Noir.     Katarina envisioned a new fleet all sailing under her standard.

    They interviewed the crew and the freed prisoners.  Most had soldiering skills.   The former first mate of Captain Darque was a mestizo named Quincy, short for Quinctlotlqi.  He said he was good for the ship, as he could talk to the natives that they might encounter.  He also said that Captain Darque would bring his prisoner’s to a certain spot to give to a tribe of savages.

    The second night that Katarina slept in her new cabin, she was awoken by the ferret that fled earlier.  It spoke  to her in fluent Spanish.  It said that the captain of the Reaver was to deliver 40 souls a year.  She said that the captain was dead.   The ferret replied, " You are captain now."

       The Black Cat did not get much sleep after that.

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The crew is working out well, and Captain Katarina proves to be a formidible leader.   For six months the crew of the Reader prowled the Spanish Main plundering and looting. 
  The small ferret, Gehenna, whispers that the goddess is growing angry and demands her tribute.   Katarina ignores this, as per usual.   A few days later, a thick fog rolls in and under the cover of the mist, a Dutch Sloop is spotted.  At first they decide to leave the Dutch ship alone, as to respect Adrian Voss as he is a Dutchman.  The ship seems to pursue them.   They decide to engage the ship and they are fired upon.   Cavanaugh, their Irish gunner, orders the crew to fire upon the sloop.   For a few hours cannon fire is exchanged back and forth with minimal damage on either side.   The sloop crashes in and the crew of the Reaver sees that this is a not a ghost ship, but a something far worse, it’s a ship crewed by the dead.
Bearing the standard of William of Orange (AKA William the Silent) Voss guess this ship’s crew have been dead for over 70 years!    Ethan Cavanaugh is the first to jump aboard and engage the undead crew. 
Katarina orders some oils to be brought up and the crew prepares some makeshift incendiary weapons.  Ethan sees that nothing short of decapitation harms these hellish seamen.  He comes back aboard the Reaver and they all act as one to push the ladders that the undead sailors are using to try to come to their ship back.

The flaming oil proves to work as the Dutch Ghost Ship is set ablaze and the attack is halted.   Quincy, the Mayan Spanish Indian of the crew says that the Goddess is angry.

   Katarina decides to port in Petite Grove for some supplies, crewmen and to hire a surgeon.   Then they will make sail for the Yucatan and try bargain with the devil.

  They find harbor and make way for the taverns, after all, they are pirates.    A bar fights breaks out and Ethan proves to be a real bastard of a fighter on land as he is on the sea.  Two men are taken prisoner by the resident Italian and Giles, a creepy Frenchman, is hired as a surgeon.   Giles bears watching as every third night he displays signs of possession.  He is, however, a skilled surgeon when he is not bling stinking drunk.  Every third night he doesn’t blink, and speaks in an archaic manner.
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During this time Adrian Voss is writing a purposely flawed copy of the Cult De Ghouls in French.   

They sail to the Yucatan, following a map made by Captain Darque.  They find the pyramid Xupki uses for her worship.  The goddess emerges, all beautiful, and all terrible.   She flirts with them all and drinks the blood offered by the slaughter of the two captured men.   She says she still wants her 40 souls and says that they only have 6 more months to obtain them.

They leave, thinking this expedition was a waste.
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De legende van de leeuw der zee


April 1654

     Merely weeks following my explosive 2 year tour on the Crying Maiden I heard word that the legendary ship captained by the Black Cat, the Reaver, had just dry-docked in the harbor. Finally, the one ship worthy of my title and my time had arrived, the ship which will guarantee the name of the Sea Lion would be known from the New World to the Orient.

     Not even a day passed before I was sought out and recruited, confirming the quality of the Black Cat's leadership. I packed my bags and boarded the legendary Reaver, guaranteeing I would be ready to advise and learn from the Black Cat as soon as she called for me.

     While boarding the ship I noticed a doctor from the Orient signing the manifest with his odd Eastern scripture. The captain truly knew no limits on her search for the greatest talent in the seven seas.

     The Reaver, the stories do her no justice. Every inch of the ship was more magnificent than the last. After settling into my quarters I started my way toward a curiously divine aroma emanating from the galley. Gravy, the ship's master chef, was cooking supper. Now, trust me when I say it is impossible to exaggerate Gravy's culinary talents! Entire enemy crews were known to happily surrender for a chance to taste even a scrap of his work, only to be disappointed by the lack of any such scraps.

     After three days in port resupplying and recruiting the Reaver made her way into the vast seas

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     A few days into the hunt a commotion outside had woken me. I departed my chambers to see the Quartermaster Toescabs tossing an inebriated man around. I would soon learn that the Scot was a gentleman named Daniel Jack, a truly magnificent pirate in his own right.

     Toescabs was accusing Daniel of being a stowaway! I quickly informed the quartermaster that I had seen Toescabs mark his cross on the manifest to prevent any undue harm on the man, and offered Daniel a drink, to help calm his mind from the stressful ordeal. I then discovered that there may be nothing the Scot respects more than a freely offered drink. I will always be glad to oblige the pirate his simple desire.

     The Black Cat soon appeared to announce our newest target: a mighty Spanish Galleon. Not a soul objected, as we all knew to expect nothing less. Curiously, the captain was accompanied by an interesting cat-like rodent. More interestingly, she seemed like she had been overworking herself without stopping for a proper meal. I resolved to assist her and requested Gravy cook up a special meal for the captain from some quality ingredients I had supplied him with.

     The Captain seemed appreciative of the meal, inviting me into her cabin for a quick chat since she was unfortunately very busy. As I left her cabin I was attacked by Toescabs. I was quickly noticing that he seems to misunderstand situations, and is an "attack first, talk later" sort of man. He was furious that I did not go through him for an audience with the Captain. I apologized to the quartermaster and swore to let him know the next time I were to visit her cabin.  A few moments later the commotion died down and everyone resumed their duties.

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     The evening before reaching the Spanish Galleon I was enjoying the view of the ship and seas from the crow's nest. The Scot has defeated eight men in a row in a magnificent show of strength, only stopping after passing out from having what may have been one too many drinks.

     Everyone had retired to their bunks when I heard what can only be described as a woman singing strange words I could not understand. I called down to the sleeping Scotsman a few times to see if he could her the song too. Before he could awake and respond, the singing stopped and the captain's face was eerily contoured as she glared at me from her cabin window. She closed her curtains and retreated into her cabin. Strangely, that was not the most interesting development of the night. The captain's pet rodent looked up at me and spoke, asking me to be quiet. I obliged and the singing resumed.

     Unfortunately a storm was brewing in the distance. Rather than call down to the navigator, I heeded the words of my new furry friend and climbed down to quietly wake the navigator and let him know the oncoming storm. He seemed to expect the event, and was excited to prepare for our encounter with the Spaniards.

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     As we approached the Spanish Galleon I witnessed the divine favor which followed the Reaver on her hunts. Lightning from the storm was bombarding the Spaniards and their ship had caught fire before they even in range of our cannons. Spaniards were jumping overboard or praying as we approached, cowardly resigning to their fate.

     I boarded the ship and made my way for the captain's quarters, slaying any man foolish enough to get in my way. The cowardly captain took a shot at me with his gun and missed as he quivered in my shadow. I defeated the captain in a quick blow to the head and took him hostage, forcing many of the remaining Spaniards to lay down their arms and surrender.

     Our men plundered the ship while I searched the captains quarters. In the quarters I found a scared young girl, Maria, and promptly promised her what any honorable man of the seas would, safety aboard the Reaver. I escorted her back onto the Reaver with 40 Spanish prisoners in tow. The hunt was over nearly as soon as it began.
  
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Drunken Recollections of a Scotsman at Sea


Right, so.  Bin at brine a solid good couple months now.  Crew's a right good lot so far as I ca' tell, got a blessed little bastard of a Chinaman who keeps me an' me jug topped right up when he's not putting us lot back tagether, got a cook who can roast the ass off a ham at 30 paces just by shoutin' at it, an' got ourselves a fancy lad who's a fookin' riot at bein' a fancy lad.  Get in yer cups and listen to 'im go, getcher self a good night ahead o' ya o'er the tales o' the Sea Lion. Gotta lotta others 'round th' way that come by when I'm swabbin' the shite out o' me section o' deck s'well, down fer a pint wit' 'em all!  Cap'n's holed up tae he'self more often'n no, but we see plenty o' her officers 'round.  Still nae certain if I heard it meself or just the drink talkin', but could swear by god I heard 'er shoutin' on not wantin' to do it naemore just the other night! 

Probably the drink talkin'.  Does that a lot.

Speakin' o' that devil in particular, looks like the crew's all wanderin' past to see what goormit's comin' outta Gravy's pot tonight, and I got a still o' some kinda moonshine I came across in wine country goin' to check on right outside.  'Tween the stew in our bellies and the 'shine in our cups, looks to be a proper good night, an' some man brings out 'is squeezebox an' starts singin' the tales o' some Irishman on the sea.  Fook the Irishman!  I start singin' a proud Scotsman drinkin' ballad right back at 'em, but not before Toescabs hauls on over an' smacks the shite out o' our singer fer singin' 'bout the Irish.  'Fore it can get too awkward I toast up that fine display o' decision makin' and start right back in wit' the proper Scots drinkin' songs again.  Shoutin' turns me about, and looks like the fancy lad's seen somethin' from up in the nest!  Got a ship comin' in fast, wavin' real friendly, an' our Captain Cat calls 'em in for a board.  Turns they're th' Oyster, sister ship to our Reaver, an' her Captain's Jean Petit come in for one last round o' celebrations before he retires back tae France fer gettin' merrit tae his woman.  Black Cat congratulates 'im, but I'd almost say she seemed sad when she say she wishes she could retire 'erself.

...Yup, still the drink talkin'.  We're here for celebration, and fook can I help wit' that!

The revelry goes on, everyone to their cups, and I damn near tossed the little man overboard when the crewmen had 'im arm wrestle me!  Took it good humor though, and gave me a hell of a bear hug and lifted me clear off deck when 'e took 'is feet again!  Thought I'd lose my liquor on 'im, but 'is point got made and we toasted to more good 'ealth!  The party pulled up some o' the crew I dinnae see s'much, the gunner stumpin' 'round on 'is stump an' the lady wit' th' rose tattoo whippin' the shite out o' some drunk Oyster whose 'ands got a bit o' wanderin'.  An' that ain't even the most fun o' th' eve.  Somewhere 'long the line, Gravy comes out and dumps our fancy lad at Toescab's feet, who then kicks the shite out of him 'fore he ties him to the mizzen fer bargin' in on the Captain.  Must've seen 'er skivvies fer that kinda punish. 

'Ventually, the Oyster crew rounds itself up and fooks off back tae their decks after one more round, an' I find meself a comfortable spot right where I fell down tae sleep the night off.  Our Sea Lion's still tied up at attention, an' our Chinaman's th' only one 'llowed tae give em water.  Soon's just the two o' us on deck, and I could fookin swear I hear our Black Cat screamin' at 'er officers fer not wantin' to do it no more, and sendin' 'em staggerin' cross the deck wit' claw marks on 'er faces. 

Been a hell o' a night, that's definitely the drink talkin'.  Time tae sleep that mess off.

Couple more nights go by, an' the fancy lad gets taken down off th' mizzen.  When 'e works again, they send 'em back up to the crow 'til 'e shouts fer land.  'Ere's me gettin' ready to take cargo off, turns it's nae cargo this round, but those Spaniards we rounded up last go.  'Aven't a clue wot they're on about, but I know prayin' when I see it, an' I an' me crewmates that come wit' do wot we can tae make 'em comfortable.  'Tween the rest o' the crew an' the Chinaman, me, the Black Rose n' the Sea Lion, we get 'em all to land under th' kinda sedated-lookin' eye o' the Black Cat. 

Probably had a hell o' a bender las' night.  I sympathize, Cap'n.

We march 'em through a jungle like I never seen b'fore, an' I NEVER seen anythin' like the colorful stepped temple we come up on when we break on through.  Got a buncha folk that don't look right wanderin' 'round this lil village, an' we tie up these poor Spaniards tae some posts 'round the temple.  This ain't sittin' right, but I ain't about to raise a fuss.  Maybe this is what they do 'round here.  An' that's when she shows up.  Beautiful young woman, naked as the day she's born comes walkin' down that temple, an' I can hear her.  In Highland Gaelic, no less!  She don't look like any Scotswoman I e'er seen, or I never woulda left the place!  Somewhere in it all I 'ear 'er name.  Xupki.  Yeah, ne'er heard no Scotswoman named Xupki.  Somethin's fookin' strange, but I can't turn me eyes from 'er.  She comes up to the Black Cat first, calls 'er 'er favorite supplicant.  Fooked if I know what that is, but maybe she's...

An' that's when she starts kissin' em.  One by one 'round the ring o' tied up Spaniards, she kisses 'em and leaves 'em emptier than me flask is set to be after this.  Those folk who don't look quite right just got 40 men added to 'em.  An' when she finishes makin' the rounds and comes back to the Cat, all she says is "another year o' plunder an' raids."  An' that's when we get the fook out o' there.  I need a drink more'n I ever needed one before, an' I have needed some drinks in me life. 

Gettin' back on the ship is much faster, and we haul off tae a place we can do some trade that don't involve bodies an' souls.  Chops gets more fer 'is medicine, Stumps more fer 'is guns, Gravy more fer 'is pot, Sea Lion more fer 'is pride.  We lost track 'o the Black Rose somewhere 'long the way til we 'ear 'er whip crackin' at some poor sod who must've pissed 'er off.  I shamble off ready to aid a crewmate just in time to see some Irish bastard run 'er through on 'is blade.  I dinnae know if 'e eard me comin', but 'e sure as shite felt me shillelagh knockin' the piss out o' 'is 'ead!  Went down screamin' to save me soul 'fore scamperin' wit' 'is mates, an' I'll do my penance on me soul right after I make sure 'er soul stays right where it is.  I scoop up the wounded lass and make fer the ship at a quick shamble, hollerin' fer Chops tae do 'is work.  'E meets me on the beach an' closes 'er wounds wit' gunpowder, which innit even the craziest thing I seen taday.  Toescabs comes haulin' out ta get the report, an' goes as gray as I do when I wake up some mornin's on findin' I clubbed an Irishman half to death.  Turns out the squeezebox legend's got more truth to it than we thought.

I need a fookin' drink.


(Subtitle: How We Missed Every crappity smacking Sign We Were Given)
  
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The Oyster dropped anchor near a Jesuit settlement.    Gravy went looking for supplies.  He will deny this if asked, but he went to confess his sins. Chops traded for medicines, and Flora and the Sea Lion, went looking for adventure.
  Mumbles did what Mumbles always does, looked for anything he could turn into a drink.

While most of the crew was ashore, Joe Powder, the new Powder Monkey, explored the ship.  He hide makeshift bombs all over, for as he called it, “an emergency.”
He made his way to the bottom of the ship.  He found a large box sealed by nails and chains.   He put a few bombs around it.  He heard the box moan, and then shake.  He tried to open it, but it was sealed too strong for him.
He went top side.  He was asked by Toescabs what he was doing, and he defied him.   It turned into a shouting match.   Joe overplayed his hand and called for a mutiny.   Toescabs, Giles and Quincy easy wrestled him to the ground.  They tied him up and threw him overboard.
Flora and the Sea Lion were set upon by The Mad Irishman himself, Ethan Cavanaugh.  He demanded to know the whereabouts of the Captain.   The Mad Irishman proved to be a skilled swordsman and chased off the Sea Lion and stabbed Flora through the abdomen.   If not for the sudden appearance of a very shitfaced Mumbles, who fought in a particularly random way, Ethan would have finished them off.

When Toescabs was told of the Irishman, he became visibly worried.  They pulled anchor and sailed off.

The Oyster dropped anchor near Panama.  Fresh water was needed.   The crew went ashore for some rest and relaxation.     A wild pig was caught and Gravy cooked it up.  It was served with some spiced rum and other exotic spirits brewed by Mumbles.  The crew’s spirits were lifted, but new booty had to be found in the near future.

Again Gravy went to confess his sins with the local Jesuit Camp.   The Sea Lion again walked in on the cook while doing so.   An Embarrassed Gravy walked out and yelled, “I was not confessing my sins!” 
Jaeger managed to intimidate the priests into giving him their only crucifix.
Chops and Mumbles went into the jungle.   They traded with the local Indians.   Chops gave them cloth, knives and such and in return got chocolate, cocaine, potatoes, tomatoes and marijuana.   Mumbles got some tubers that he turned into some particularly smelly and foul tasting, but very powerful booze.
Songs were played and morale was lifted.   One of the crewman Stubby, ate all of Gravy’s carefully prepared crepes.   He got off with a beating. 
Another crewmember, after drinking Mumbles new Tuber Brew, asked if anyone else saw the screaming box below deck?  Mumbles stopped and in mid drink.  He mumbled.    A good 15 or so men went to the ship to see if this was true.   When the box was kicked, it let out a scream.  Chops ran all the way back up to his room and locked the door.

Well stocked with water, fruits, and timber, the Oyster took off again.    Jaeger was ordered up the crows’ nest to look for plunder.

Four days out, the Sea Lion spotted smoke.  He had an uneasy feeling in his gut.  He reported it to the navigator.   A few hours later, a ship was spotted.   Toescabs, Quincy and Giles conferred with the captain.    Tico, the new powder monkey, was taken to the Captain’s quarters.
A black flag with golden harp was spotted.  It was the Corazon, Ethan Cavanaugh’s ship.   A storm started brewing coming from the south west.   It pushed the Oyster faster towards the damaged caravel.
Toescabs ordered everyone to be ready to fight.  They wanted booty, they had to earn it.  He said that the Mad Irishman had been hunting them for nearly two years and now that his ship was damaged, it was time to end this.
They could see no sails, and the crew on the Corazon were waving.    Jaeger ordered the crew to fire the guns.    Toescabs was a bit miffed but now was not the time to settle this.
Thunder was cracking overhead, and it was getting dark.    The crew of both ships tossed ropes.   Ethan Cavanaugh sprang up and fired a flintlock at Toescabs, hitting him right in the cheek.   Toescabs fired back and Jaeger swore it hit the Irishman right in the middle of his big highwayman’s coat.
Quincy also fired at the Irishman.  He seemed to also hit him.   How was this possible that Ethan was shrugging off 50 calibers of soft lead?
Mumbles grabbed a ladder and flung it over to the Corazon.  Gravy Stood with two cleavers ready to fight.   Lightning hit the Oyster, setting its sails on fire.
The Captain called out for Chops.  He obeyed and ran to her room.   He saw Tico lying on the floor bleeding from a wound just under his throat.     She ordered the ship’s surgeon to help the poor Indian.  Katarina went back to singing her out of tune song, and dancing like a punch and Judy marionette. 
Chops poured gun powered on the cut, and burnt it closed.  He then cleaned and bandaged the wound as best he could.   Lastly he gave the poor boy some morphine.
Mumbles made it to the Corazon and grabbed the first person he could.  As chance would have it, it was another Scotsman.   They both mumbled to each other.    The Scotsman told Mumbles that the devil himself was running the Oyster, and Ethan had come to rescue the Captain and all who wished to be saved.   Mumbles had to stop and think.   It would explain all the strange goings on…
Lightening hit the Oyster a second time.    Katarina told Chops that she was ending this one way or another.  She couldn’t take the killing.    Either Ethan would kill Toescabs, or she would die at the bottom of the sea.   

Toescabs was hit in the throat by another ball of lead.  It tore a whole clean through him.   He knew he was dead.  It was only a matter of time.   With no strength to stand he fell behind a barrel.   Jaeger came over to him   Toescabs whispered to the Dutchman.      Jaeger got in close.   
“I always hated you,” said Toescabs as he pulled a dagger.   Gravy hit the Boson’s arm with a cleaver from across the ship!
Jaeger shot Toescabs square in the face.

Ethan swung across the ships, and based open the door to the Captain’s quarters.   He burst out caring Tico, and Chops and Katarina followed.   Ethan squatted down, and wrapped himself in his coat.   When he stood and opened his duster,   there was a small canon with a lit fuse.  He yelled, “Anyone who wants to live, come to my ship.  This one is going down.”

The crew all climbed over to the Oyster.    The fight was lost.

Jaeger got up and began to climb the ropes to safety.   The small ferret, Gehenna spoke to him.  “You are the captain now.   Forty souls a year.”

The Oyster sank and with it, all the booty it held, along with the Dead Man’s chest.  In all the confusion, no one thought to get Flora, who lay wounded in her bunk.
  

I am scary, very, very scary.
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