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Post by Astrinal on May 13, 2016 18:20:21 GMT
THIS IS THE REVAMP VERSION!It's 1665, and the caribbean has been declared as the most ruthless body of water in the world! Infested with pirates, a city has been established on the coast of jamacia, which is known as PORT ROYAL. Ever since it was established twenty years ago, the citizens of the city struggle to find peace, due to the amount of british troops on the island.
The arise of this establishment has stirred the pirates of the Caribbean, disrupting black market shipments between the city fortress of TORTUGA, and the french stronghold of NASSAU. Although pirates are dangerous, tales and stories amongnst pirates claim to have seen the notorious ship known as the FLYING DUTCHMAN! Now tell me, lad? Will you venture the high seas in search of adventure? Or will you pick it for Caribbean domination!
Okay, so I don't have any preferances on application requirements. If you have an app from the last rp ( the one by sydrone ), you can post it here. This means all characters from the last rp are aloud. And don't ask for Davy Jones, he's already covered. NAME: AGE: GENDER: OCCUPATION: ( pirate, civilian, or whatever goes here. ) HOMETOWN: ( wherever. However, if your a civilian, it can only be NASSAU or PORT ROYAL! ) APPEARANCE: ( whatever is fine. It can be the neck up. No apparel pictures required. ) PERSONALITY: it can be bullet points. I don't care. HISTORY: can be as short as you want. But you'e gotta have something. STRENGTHS: (bullet points) WEAKNESSES: (bullet points) WEAPONRY: (pictures in spoilers if you have any.) OTHER:
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Post by Astrinal on May 13, 2016 19:46:57 GMT
NAME: Havia James Lee AGE: Ninteen GENDER: Female OCCUPATION: Civilian, Bartender HOMETOWN: Nassau APPEARANCE: Havia has light brown hair that waves ever so slightly. Havia's skin is tanned like parchment, and is smooth and flawless. Havia has light green eyes that give off an innocent vibe. Havia stands at 5'4.5 and weighs 115 pounds. PERSONALITY: Havia is a level headed, yet somewhat delicate teenager. As the daughter to a blacksmith, and works at a restaurant, Havia has never actually seen violence. Havia also has a bit of faith in will in things she believes in. HISTORY: Havia was orignally born in london england, the daughter of a trader and a seamstress. Life was quiet and simple, for the first two years at least. When she turned three, her mother mysteriously disappeared, and was presumed dead. In a fit of rage, Havia's father left her to be an orphan. However, she was shipped over to Nassau to live with her uncle, who was the blacksmith there. Ever since, she's lived in the caribbean, and has never truely seen what horrors the waters had to offer. STRENGTHS: - Some combat experience - Medical experience, enough to get by - can move around easily, and is extremely fast. WEAKNESSES: - Hates fighting, never knew how. - No matter how angry she gets, she won't hurt anybody. - Hasn't seen battle... at all. - Stubbornness gets the best of her. - her body frame has no strength at all. WEAPONRY: OTHER: Havia holds on of the two lockets that are used to unlock Davy Jone's chest, which holds his heart. It plays music when opened.
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on May 14, 2016 21:05:48 GMT
"The Bell has been raised, from it's watery grave. Can you hear it's Sepulchral tone? A call to all. Pay heed the squall. And turn your sail towards home." - an excerpt from a Sea Shanty surrounding the myth of the Sepulchral Bell Name: Jonas Thompson Pirate name: Captain Blacksunder Profession: Captain Ship name: Sepulchral Bell Weapons:-Lochaber Axe: -"Dragon" 1-handed Blunderbuss: Ship weapons: 48 Broadside Cannons (24 each side), 2 Frontal Cannons. Steel Ram, Double Mortars, 4 Swivel Guns (2 each side), Fire Barrels. Appearance: Tall, muscular, clean shaven, long brown hair flowing messily behind him. Always seen wearing a jet black trenchcoat with gold trim and buttons, always unbuttoned. Brown pants, black boots, dark red shirt, Faded black tricorn. Ship Appearance and type: Large Man o' War type ship. 3 decks, 8 cannons on either side of each deck. colours are a faded dark grey and brown with dark red detailing. Light grey sails, flag is a skull with two crossed anchors, and a Kraken splayed out beneath it. Massive engraved bell on deck. Figurehead is this: Short bio and appearance: Blacksunder began work in the Royal Navy as a swabbie, but soon got bored of this life and took to piracy for fame and fortune. A master of mind games, Blacksunder took advantage of the superstitious nature of the common pirate and spun tales to garner mystique and terror around his ship. The most common superstitions are that the Sepulchral Bell is in fact an old ship risen from the depths to terrorize unwary sailors, the enormous bell on the deck of his ship is rumoured to summon squalls and bring bad omens to all who hear it's ring. Using this aura of fear, Blacksunder has raided convoys and even fellow pirates when profitable all across the Caribbean Islands, recently seen in the vicinity of Nassau...
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Post by Astrinal on May 15, 2016 2:23:52 GMT
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Post by Shatterbeam on May 15, 2016 17:23:14 GMT
Name: Thomas Chimeman
Pirate name: Thomas
Profession: Quartermaster, The Pheonix Ship name: (If captain)
Weapons: Twin swords that fit in one sheath. Three single round pistols usually used in succession. Ship weapons: (If captain, Broadsides, Mortars, rams etc)
Appearance: A black bandana is usually tied around Tom's mouth, and his hair is short-cut, but very ragged and unappealing, since Tom cut it himself. A long open jacket that drags the floor behind him, and he has no armor and has a white undershirt and long cloth pants, paired with beige gloves.. He has a belt with an engravement of a Starling on its buckle. He wears black tinted goggles over his eyes at all times unless in a private meeting.
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Short bio and appearance: Thomas grew up with his family, taking fencing and piano lessons until the age of 20, where he joined the crew of The Pheonix. He is a peaceful man unless his ship or crewmates are threatened, and is skilled in battle, using elegant movements as opposed to a more ferocious style of combat. He is tall, about 6'1", and has rugged, unkept black hair, much to his hate.
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Post by Astrinal on May 15, 2016 23:59:09 GMT
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Post by Taggon on May 17, 2016 13:19:41 GMT
NAME: Davy JonesAGE: Unknown. GENDER: MaleOCCUPATION: Captain of the Flying Dutchman, A carrier of dead souls.
HOMETOWN: UnknownAPPEARANCE: Davy Jone's skin is almost completely decayed, his eyes are a pale ghastly green. His bones never creak, despite how he has a lack of lubricant in his joints. With every stride he takes, even if he is wearing his thick worn scarlet coat, anyone can tell that a mighty force has sewed together this menacing skeleton. Davy Jones isn't much for fear, his eyes revealing to anyone his lifeless apathy in them and their existence despite how much more brightness they might have in contrast to his victims. Pistols are kept on his person, each subjected to resting in their individual black leather sleeves until they are used. Wear marks around their handles enlighten anyone that these pistols do not rest for long. Sheathed on his belt is a double edged sword that was designed for quick and deadly blows, capable of cleaving through flesh and metal alike, with ease.
Davy Jones holds an air of being dead--and yet he may be the most alive thing anyone sets eyes on, as he stares back at them, challenging their wits with his rugged beard, his sharp eyes and his deathly pose which he so naturally resumes before giving the order for his men to send his prisoners to his locker. PERSONALITY: According to Folklore, Davy Jones is but a legend, something distant, something of a force of nature, with a cold personality, a relentless and restless spirit who seeks prey when evening comes. Davy Jones can be all these things, however, what the people who wrote Legends forgot was once, Davy Jones was a man, hence he had a heart. Though some folklores inform people that he removed his heart, as not to be killed, Davy Jones still can feel emotion. Though he is hardly one for feeling too sorry for those he slaughters, he does prefer to keep the innocent out of his works. However, Davy Jones has a twisted past yet to be told, a black abyss riddled with unspeakable events that the old pirate captain has witnessed and experienced. Davy Jones has to be in a more 'merciful' mood for him to consider not to send his men to kill everyone. He has to be in a mood for most things, as he has seen so many seasons through and through, his attitude can be unpredictable. It is clear to his crew, some of which know his secrets and are quietly sorry for him, that their captain has grown stone to most things. Which means there may be innocent involved in their killing, but if the innocent get in the way, and Davy Jones doesn't grace them with clearance of not dying, then it falls upon their shoulders to tell their captain that there were no survivors. HISTORY: Davy Jones was originally given the purpose to assist the dead sail to the land of the dead, according to folklore. Davy Jones was to carry this out with his crew. Not a kind of the sea, but a myth or a legend more like it, Davy Jones was sometimes said to either be related or in business with the Grim Reaper. Davy Jones grew tired of his chore, and his curiosities bound him to glancing to the shore-lines of the living. He was punished, by who or what no one truly knows, but if he was to slack or shirk his job and purpose, a curse was to bewitch him, not that it takes a curse to make any man bad.
Davy Jones found him and his crew turned into skeletal looking creatures with little if no skin at all, their bodies reduced to bones and little more. Where eyes had been, now ghostly misty pale lime green or white slits of light hissed to life, the ability of site and other five senses still available, but to be killed was not to occur. WEAKNESSES: Lore preaches to the ones who seek Davy Jone’s weakness is that he may only set foot on land once every five years, and even then, only for a day and a night. Escaping him is not an issue, unless he is in your sights. Stories say state that Davy Jones has his heart missing, and the only way to subdue him is to find his heart, the only thing throbbing and beating of his, and stab it. In doing so, you must become the next ‘Davy Jones’ or fulfill his post. The crew itself is bound to the ship, and the Flying Dutchman MUST have a captain. This is not all however. More stories shape that he will not attack those who have no weapons, though this is not confirmed, these also say that he cannot or will not kill those who have not killed before. How he knows people who haven’t killed aren’t lying? The lore says he sees a white mark on their wrist. A last weakness that is said to be a method that puts him out of commission is he is unable to board anyone’s ship from sunrise to sunset. The instant the sun falls, he may begin any raid he delights in. WEAPONRY: Ship Appearance and type: The Flying Dutchman is a frigate class-ship, a boat that hold a musty and dreary air; said to be the ship of the dead. This ship’s tattered masts are always caste, the ship always found moving with or without wind, only halting if docking. The Flying Dutchman is almost a solid olive-green color, paired with railings of black, and small blackened windows from the captain’s quarters. If there are any lights on, then it is impossible to tell, the tinted windows rendering the ship with the appearance of a dormant yet fully functional and moving frigate.
Ship weapons: The Flying Dutchman is the frigate of the dead, a tool manned by the decaying souls which Davy Jones recruits throughout his small detours when off-duty.
Side canons: Seventeen canons line both broadsides of the ship, with nine on the upper levels, and eight on the latter level. These canons, like all, are meant to tear apart an enemy frigate by launching an explosive metal ball at high speeds, and if said ball makes contact with the enemy ship, not only does the projectile tear through the walls of the other enemy frigate, but the large ball explodes, causing a vast amount of damage within the enemy cruiser.
Front triple-canons:
When Davy Jones is in pursuit of a fleeing or is gaining on another ship, deplying twin front triple barrled canons from the snout of his frigate is what he is inclined to do. These twins fire smaller rounds, but the balls are packed more tightly with unstable gunpowder, and are walled more thinly, meant to act as still quite large explosive shots to shoot holes and blast the rear decks of the ship which the Flying Duchman pursues. However, these triple canons can not only launch their rounds with as much force with their small clustered barrels, but fire said ammunitions three at a time, while being reloaded within by the undead crew, the canons designed so that the crew members can more quickly load the canons as they spin.
‘Iron Sides’: This is actually not a weapon, for those of you who aren’t groaning at the name of the title. Though the ship of the dead, and quite difficult to sink in the first place, Davy Jones has proven that despite his condition, his brain has not decomposed in the slightest; Enforcing his ship’s hull with two inches of steel, it is not uncommon for a blast from the enemy canon to bounce off The Flying Dutchman, and into the sea. While this does tax the Dutchman’s speed, the ship’s sales were made larger, slightly like that of a clipper-ship, as to catch more wind for the ship of the undying.
((I made a mixture of the two. I was in the middle of making the new app, then I realized I didn't have to, so here's a hybrid app. Uber long.))
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Post by Astrinal on May 17, 2016 14:36:40 GMT
((Approved)) (( so once I get home from vacation ( tonight or tomorrow) , we can start. If anyone wants to make a chat on skype, feel free to do so.))
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Post by Astrinal on May 18, 2016 18:29:23 GMT
[ okay, so I sent everyone a discord invite link. If anyone wants to plot / give an idea for the main rp storyline, then put it there ( or we can make a pm chat ) ]
( so we are going to start in Nassau. Since Tortuga is pirate exclusive and Port Royal is off limits for pirates... for now. )
the nights was... quiet. To quiet.
The french strong hold had been bombarded for days by the English, due to there trade disagreements. It had been a two week mark, and the sounds from the battles were silenced. It was astounding to hear that the English had pulled out, finally giving into the strength of the stronghold's walls.
Havia walked the streets, keeping her hands in her jacket pockets. Although the Caribbean is warm, this particular night was chilly. It was safe to say that nobody was use to such temperatures. Havia moved her hands to her hair, fiddling with it and pulling it into a rough braid. Since she was the daughter to the only blacksmith in town, she had to hold her ground by looking tough. She wasn't though, but she wished she was.
rounding to the front of a pub (near the docks), Havia unlocked it hand proceeded to turn on any lights. She then prepped the bar. She was always ready for opening. She was an underaged employee, which meant she wasn't aloud to run the bar by herself. However, the guy who normally shared her shift was going to be late. Surely the opening would be quiet, right?
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Post by Shatterbeam on May 19, 2016 1:49:12 GMT
His footsteps were quick. Off the ship, 'round the corner, through the alley, another corner, cross the street, another alley, and finally to the pub. He checked his pocket timepiece. Though it was often 8 minutes off either direction, he knew it was close enough. He stopped his fervent walk, pulling out a ground packet from his jacket pocket, making sure it was there. Having made a rather large circle for the purpose of dissuading any of his nosy crew mates, he finally arrived at the pub. He glanced through the crack in the door. The lights were on. He didn't want to be rude and come in if they weren't open. He tapped the door with the toe of his boot, it opening slightly. The pub was open. He stepped through, looking around. Nobody was here, save the bartender. Perfect. He walked up to the bar, and spoke quietly, as if he didn't want to ruin the beautiful silence.
Do you have any hot water?
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Post by Astrinal on May 19, 2016 4:15:17 GMT
Havia turned towards the voice, catching a glimpse at the man asking for hot water. She produced the nicest smile as possible, her face forming seamlessly. No flaws, no imperfections. " Sure, take a seat. " Havia said. She then moved down the barstead and turned on the tap. " Lucky you, I turned on the heater a minute ago. You should get your water shortly. "
While she spoke, she grasped a metal glass in her hand. They were all the same... glass mugs. we need to update the glassware..
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Post by Taggon on May 20, 2016 4:02:37 GMT
It was the latter half of late afternoon, quickly slipping into evening. The sunny day was gradually altered to its opposite as clusters of clouds accumulated, and merged, forming a ceiling that began to hide the sky. A strong wind from the north picked up, its' gentle whisper also transforming into a consistent howl. The sunlight was slowly being blocked out by the clouds. The people of Nassau began to close some of their shutters, cautiously preparing for a storm. People still continued about their business--daylight was literally being lost though.
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"You, Mr. Knoch, are idiot." A skeleton spat at the other between thrusting the oar of his paddle through the ocean water. "And you, Mr. Brunnin, are just as intelligent for comin' with me." The second skeleton replied, as he too rowed. They were both on a small boat, heading for the nearest city of Nassau. They had departed from the Flying Dutchman recently, now heading for their own small adventure. "The captain will know about our little detour from work soon. Or he already does know, in which case means once this is through, we'll be scrubbing the decks for weeks. Or worse. He'll assign us a few more months of service." Brunnin grunted, his hollow chest heaving through the pushes. Knoch exchanged an easy glance. Unlike most of the crew of the Flying Dutchman, Knoch did not have small remains of flesh mottled around his face or person, rather, the only place which eh did have flesh was a small patch around his right eye, barely extending to his forehead. What might have been a grin from him only made Brunnin frown. Knoch’s jaw had been split off, and now only half as many rotted teeth smiled an all-too-familiar grin. “If the captian knows of this, he hasn’t stopped us yet ‘as he? Now. This was your idea originally, as I recall. So buckle on your straps before I shove you off this pathetic piece of drift-wood.” Knoch said. “I said I was bored, and I said maybe we should start pillagin’ Nassau to get the captain up and running again when it comes to raiding, like the old days. I said it was good for him, then you gave me that devilish grin, and now we’re here, slippin’ off like a bunch of deserters.” Mr. Brunnin recited.
“You missed the part where we agreed it’d be healthy for the good captain to get back to some raidin’ again. And what’s a wee bit of floor scrubbin’ compared to 300 more years of service? I’d say a month or two couldn’t make it any worse either.” Knoch replied.
“You said that when we both started with just 100 years of service.” Brunnin muttered.
“And you’re here.” Knoch was still grinning. The small boat was making its way gradually to the sleepy side of the docking bay. The two skeletons had put on thick clothes, so that their backsides were fully covered, as to prevent them from fully being recognized from afar.
“This plan.” Brunnin said softly, as they approached land. He didn’t know how sharp living ears where, so he was quiet even though they were still some distance away. “Was your father the devil?”
“No. But my mother was a witch.”
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Post by Astrinal on May 20, 2016 16:44:27 GMT
As the nightly storm slowly began to kick in, Havia moved towards the shutters to close them. There were a lot of them, so it took a while to get them all closed. By then, the hot water had kicked in. She moved back towards the bar and filled the cup full of the steaming liquid. Before the man knew it, he had his cup of water. "I'll be right back, sir. I need to go check outside and see if the seating is all tied down."
Just like that, she left her post and exited the front of the bar, and took her time securing every table set. As peaceful as the night had started, she had no idea that the skeletal pair could see her.
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Post by Shatterbeam on May 20, 2016 18:25:07 GMT
The man took out the ground packet from his coat pocket, and ceremoniously dumped it into the water. He procured a small wooden stick from his coat pocket, and lightly stirred the ground compound until the hot water had turned a greenish tint. He removed his bandana, and sighed. He drank his concoction in a single swing, and put on his bandana. He stepped outside, making sure his area was clean, and began to assist Havia in securing the tables. The man was glad Havia had left. Where her face held no imperfections, his certainly did. There were reasons for his attire, which shielded most features.. While assisting, he looked to the woman and nodded, projecting his voice so she could hear him.
Thank you ma'am.
That was Thomas. Polite as ever.
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Post by Taggon on May 24, 2016 14:24:52 GMT
As the waves of the ocean lapped at the docking bay, the tap of the small boat's lip hitting the wooden board walk, The two skeletons crept up to the wooden passageway. Both arose to their feet, beginning to make their way towards the houses, cautiously as to not catch the eye of any of the humans. Brunnin froze dead in his tracks when his ghostly eyes found the young lady outside, as she tended to her restaurant. Thanks goodness. She didn't see them. Suddenly, Brunning was smacked across the face, "KNOCH!" Brunning shouted in anger, "What'd ya-" "Remember what we are and what they are. Now shut yer' jaw, and follow me lead ya flesh-ridden curr." Knoch hissed at his companion, who just growled in return. Knoch then turned to the girl, if she had seen them from where they were, he cleared his throat. "Pardon me friend 'ere, he's 'ad nothin' to drink but grog our whole trip 'ere. Now, miss, if you'd be so kind as to tell us where we might find the gov'nor of this here city, we'd be pleased, since we 'ave business with 'im." Knoch said, in as much of a gentle-man voice as he could. From the distance they were, perhaps their skeleton forms wouldn't be as distinct. Unfortunately, Knoch had forgotten to vover his jaw-bone. It didn't help that their ghostly hollow eyes gleamed their white in the darkening evening. Knoch's mind was racing elsewhere though, deciding that this girl most likely wouldn't have the intelligence to really examine them, and would dismiss them to go on to the governor. Why they need to pay the districts governor such a visit was to start some chaos, and to maybe get their hands on some loot.
Knoch and Brunnin also knew that this city had the possibility of holding a little something that was attached to Davy Jones heart. They didn't know what exactly, but they had a feeling that it was in this cities treasury. If not, then they'd only walk out of this richer.
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Meanwhile, some guards of the dock happened to have laid eyes upon the two, and some of these guards began to approach the two, each armed with a long rifle in their visible red coats, as they arrived to inspect the new-comers and their boat. The guards weren't dumb, something was odd about these two--and smelly too.
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Post by Sydrone on May 24, 2016 16:46:15 GMT
Name: Zain Eagle Pirate Name: Eagle Profession: Captain Ship's name: The Phoenix Weapons: 2 multi-shot Flintlock pistols, Dual Scimitars, Rifle Ship Weapons: Broadside Cannons, Explosive Carronades, Mortars, Swivels and Fire Barrels Appearance: Zain usually wears a black tail coat with an Eagle on his back (A symbol of his name) and grey thin under armour underneath his jacket. Ships appearance: The paint is dark Red and Orange with a Phoenix Figurehead and Sails. His wheel is engraved with the mythical bird in the center. The Phoenix is a smaller Frigate, meaning that it holds less crew and weapons in return for just under Brig-level speed Bio: Zain grew up on a ship, becoming a helmsman at the age of 15. now in his early twenties Zain pilots his own ship and will board any who he thinks may offer suitable money and resources. Zain is normally calm and collected but fierce in battle.
((Well, I'm back.))
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Post by Astrinal on May 24, 2016 21:53:50 GMT
((approved)) "No! Thank you!" Havia said to the man. He was merely a customer, and his sudden generosity something she never saw these days. It made the thin smile on her face seem a bit more real. "You didn't have to help me.."
"Pardon me friend 'ere, he's 'ad nothin' to drink but grog our whole trip 'ere. Now, miss, if you'd be so kind as to tell us where we might find the gov'nor of this here city, we'd be pleased, since we 'ave business with 'im."
Havia turned to the voice, standing up straight. She was short, hardly hitting the 5'5 mark. Her pale green eyes inspected the duo. Her eyes instantly hit the one who spoke, noticing his face. It was pale, his eyes contrasting with his complexion. And the darkness made him stick out like a sore thumb. Something felt wrong about him, which she pressed her lips together. "You look awfully ill to see the governor." Havia said. She turned to face them fully as she fiddled with her locket. She was nervous, no doubt. "Besides, the governor probably isn't doing any business at this hour. You should probably wait till morning."
Suddenly, her feeling of 'wrong' felt terribly wrong. Why was she stalling all of the sudden?
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Post by Sydrone on May 24, 2016 22:32:55 GMT
There was commotion outside as a ship docked at Nassau. It was painted with orange and reds all over, and had firey patterns painted on the side. The head of the ship was masterfully crafted to look like a Phoenix, the symbol of rebirth. It was a ship that Thomas wouldn't have seen for quite a while. A man walked off the ship down the gangway, the workers parting to let him through, before getting to work polishing up the ship. This was Zain Eagle. He wore a long leather jacket, as he had always done, with a golden eagle head emblazoned on the back of it. He wore some black leather boots and a normal shirt and waistcoat underneath the jacket. On his head was a signature pirate hat, three pronged with gold highlights. This man seemed to command authority. The wind would blow back his jacket as he walked towards the pub, revealing 2 flintlock pistol holders, one either side of his chest. Looking closely at the handle, they seemed to have some decorative artwork of an eagle and a Phoenix together. Zain walked into the pub and looked around. Right. Where's the alcohol? he asked, evenly. His British accent stood out, even though he was a pirate. He tipped his hat to Havia Miss Lee. he said, politely, sitting down at the bar Rum, please. Make it snappy. he says.
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Post by Shatterbeam on May 24, 2016 23:38:22 GMT
"Ah, fu-" Thomas cut himself off. He couldn't tell if Zain followed him or if he happened to go there. Either way it was dreadfully inconvenient.
Damned man. Can't I go anywhere without you breathun' down my neck?
Thomas turned to face Zain. He thought it was hilarious. The symbol of Thomas's family was a starling, Zain's an eagle. And they both sailed on the Pheonix. A right flock of birds, them. He finished up the tables and stopped Zain before he walked in.
Ya d'ast fool, tha barkeeps out here.
Thomas turned to the figure. He couldn't judge them by their looks, any more than they could him. Thomas coughed, the powder stuck to his bandana choking him every now and then. He refilled and replaced the powder in his guns frequently, since he rarely had to use them.
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Post by Sydrone on May 25, 2016 21:53:34 GMT
Zain laughs You haven't changed a bit, have you. Same power cough, same gruff voice, same suit, same everything. Actually, I came to invite you back onto the Phoenix. Granted, I didn't expect to see you today, but when I had the chance. I came for the rum, specifically. he says, taking out one of his pistols and spinning it round his index finger. Zain would then begin to recount how he lost his old quartermaster It was an intense sea battle. Four English Men o' wars against a fleet of our best brigs and frigates. We won, but about three quarters of the way through, a cannonball flew right at the helm. I was able to duck, but Jones.. Jones drinks damnation now. he says, laughing sadly All that was left were his boots and his feet still inside them. His head came splashing back up before sinking. Zain says, putting his hand over his face in a troubled facepalm. He then said Man, I need that drink more than I thought J did. he said.
((Spot the AC4 reference and you get a cookie!))
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