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Post by Taggon on Sept 10, 2015 14:56:16 GMT
((Next: I beg get Stalaken to play The Kraken for me.))
The cradle of safety that the light had granted the seas was about to cease. The Sun had begun to set, and now, it was but a dim line, fading and dissipating in the horizon. Night Time had not arrived, but the sun was gone, and that was all the condiments required for what was to come to pass. Wind whispered from the southern region, granting the sails of Blacksunder's ship with the cool caressing of wind, calmly building up into a wing of mightier power, not quite enough to thru forth the sizable ship, but enough for others--
In thirty minutes, a long mist would have begun to brew from southward, slowly stacking up. Lurking within, a small frigate-sclassed ship soundlessly drifted through the night. A hollow white light gleamed through a telescope, the ship was not deep in the mist, but in far enough to be unrecognizable, it's pale green and funeral black coloring shielding it from the greater potential of being sighted. To not be seen was out of question. The silent hollow white light turned to great another pair of hanging and small ghostly lights.
"Report." the second pair muttered, the clanking of a jawbone audible.
"From 'ere? The Sea-cow's a fierce site." The other remarked, "We're dealin' with somethin' almost Kraken-large sir." The first cocked his skull back, his single glowing eye meeting the other pair, a small black eye patch covering one of the first sailor's eyes.
"Nothin's bigger or as big as the Kraken Mr. Knoch." The secondary sailer muttered back, before turning around, his boots which concealed his true pale-white features making light clicks against the wooden floor board. "Cap'in' tells us that we're to take this at a form'a'tion. You, Mr. Knoch, are instructed to lead Our strat'egy our 'normal a'proach.'" The second sailer went on. Knoch would have sniffed at the air, if he had had a nose. he turned around, allowing his single hollow eye meet the other's once more. It was a small fierce but respectable regard. Knoch clambered away from the head of the board, quietly singling out ten other members of the crew to come with him. Before he continued, Knoch glanced at the Sea that surrounded the Flying Dutchman. He had been in for forty years of service, knew almost every gruesome little trick that Their captain liked to play--he had no trouble with it. But out of all his seamanship, perhaps after his multiple experiences seeing the Kraken's appetite in action, he had a rather small distaste for the sea. Or swimming for that matter.
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After ten small plunks sounded next to the Flying Dutchman, The ship was ordered to be allowed to go forth. At the bow of the ship a lone figure murmured orders to his crew, giving quiet hand signals as they approached the backside of BlackSunder's ship. Slowly and quietly, they waited. The captain's hat dipped and arose in one slow nod at the crew man near the lower decks. The sailer scurried down beneath, spreading word of the signal. Slowly, the triple barrelled canons were unshelled from the from of the ship, pointing directly at the backside of the large Sea-Cow. A skeletal figure stood by the captain, and when the Dutchman had inched forth a few more feet, he glanced at the captain.
"Orders, Captain Davy Jones?"
The captain's shadowed face remained so as his triangular hat acted as a barrier between his face and the moonlight, green simmering eyes lighting his sockets just barely. A small pipe ushered smoke into the wind, before the Captain spoke;
"Fire!" With that the first set of blasts from the triple barred canons was fired, their rounds small, but packed with gun-powerder, coming in for the back of the ship. The rounds were thinly layered, designed to tear holes throughout the ship, upon landing within. Since captain or guest quarters were usually in the back, davy Jones waited silently among the next four explosions (sending the other four rounds) for screaming to commence, as he raised a hand to pinch his pipe by the stem, and pocket it. Plenty of smoke would be erupting soon enough.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 22:35:28 GMT
"This..Isn't going to be good.."
Gordon Came in through a Trap door from the Back of the Ship, he looks around for the Valuables to Vacate, but all he could see was Rum, Barrels and Grogs or Goblets being thrown everywhere with unpleasant smell he pants from the Stamina lost from climbing the ship
"Not to Subtle, or Clean..to be Frank..Now where are we.."
It was probably a Bar of some kind, he looks around to find the Cargo but nothing else of course and going back he sees another Hatch, he soon hears a small creak coming from the inside he goes in and Sees a Lady, She was awfully familiar, from Nassau perhaps but he doesn't Know her too well to approach
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Post by Sydrone on Sept 11, 2015 20:47:23 GMT
SIR, WE'VE MANAGED TO REVIVE THOMAS! a crew mate calls I'll see my old friend later, there's a gunfight going on between... Is that the Flying Dutchman?! Zain exclaims But it's supposed to be a myth? he says to himself
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Sept 12, 2015 15:49:21 GMT
The ship rocked violently from the force of the shots, the Sepulchral Bell's sheer size allowing it to stay stable as Blacksunder quickly ran back up to the deck, looking over to see the Flying Dutchman advancing behind them. The crew started to panic, several screaming loudly in fear and frantically searching for a way to escape. One such crewman was quickly silenced with a shot from Blacksunder's Dragon, forcing everyone to be quiet and stare at the captain.
"You shouldn't fear Davy Jones lads, you should fear what I'll do to you if you fail me, now get below decks and prepare ALL cannons for attack. Sound the Bell, let Davy Jones know exactly who he has chosen tonight."
The crew rushed below deck, the loud peal of the Bell ringing out over the waters as cannon ports began to open up across all sides of the Sepulchral Bell, Blacksunder grabbed one sailor as he was passing and drew him back to face him.
"I have a special job for you sailor, go and wake the Lady up, if things get difficult, she will be what we need to turn the tides."
The sailor blanched a little at the request, but obliged, hurrying below deck as Blacksunder stood by the Helm, looking over and pointing his Lochaber at the Dutchman. No-one was in charge of his destiny, and he was not about to let any creature, mundane or eldritch, think they can run roughshod over the Sepulchral Bell.
Davy Jones wasn't the only demon on the seas to fear.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2015 16:33:00 GMT
"What The hell...No...My eyes must be Foolin me.., Is that the Fabled Flying Dutchman?!"
He looks at the foggy Distinctive ship coming through having a Plundering with another Ship
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Sept 12, 2015 23:58:22 GMT
The sudden entrance of the cannon fire surprised Havia, made her jump. Through the skeleton and build of the ship, she could hear a few planks of wood tear from the cannons. Havia knew she was in for it, and she needed to get out of the main hull. Diving towards the small hatch, Havia crawled through and into the main hallways of the ship.
Keeping her sword sword handy, and a dagger in him, Havia made her way through the corriders, eager to get off the ship.
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Post by Taggon on Sept 13, 2015 4:00:27 GMT
"The sea-cow's preparing' her side canon captain." One of the crew man shouted in a hollow and vibrant tone, his throat thumbing strangely, since he had little to no vocal cords, and yet he was still able to speak. Davy Jones stroked his beard as he clasped a rugged hand around one of the handle of his ship's steering wheel, his own lifeless but bright eyes remaining on the ship. His jaw made a click as it opened,
"Continue firing. Aim slightly higher than captain's quarters." Davy Jones ordered calmly, keeping the Flying Dutchman right behind the large frigate ahead of them. The large cruiser expected to take things to direct matters. but as of now, The captain merely remained where he was, but let the Flying Dutchman get closer and closer to the rear, the line of fire from the triple-barreled canons continue to thrash the enemy ship apart from the back. The large and repeated explosions would result in the back half of the ship collapsing on itself, if the Captain of the Sea-cow did not try to maneuver his boat.
Davy Jones never believed he had the position of controlling destinies, but rather testing them.
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As the Dutchman focused fire from lower to higher region, five of the swimmers who'd been recruited had swam their way for the large sea cow. Swimming was difficult for one who was merely bones, but the sailers had strapped there clothes on eahcother tightly, to make of for skin, and act as a small net that would encourage them from sinking directly to the bottom of the sea. They would keep swimming more and more downward, moving to the lowest part of the ship; the Hull. On the back of it was the rudder. Knoch managed to grab hold of the great rudder, along with his other ten partners. All skeletons gave a small nod, as Knock commenced the small climb upwards, digging his fingers into the wood, and forcing his way up. It did help that he was light in the first place, and along with the others he continued to navigate upwards.
More and more fragments of the Sea-cow's rear fell into the ocean, bubbling by as they went on. At last, Knock surfaced, and found his glowing sockets beholding large holes in the ship. The sailer dug a knife into the wood, using it as a handle to thrust himself upward into the exposed rear of the ship, pausing to help his other nine brothers up the wooden frame--
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 13:42:23 GMT
Gordon ducks and rolls to the exit of the Captain's Quarters
"Why in God's green Earth, is the Flying Dutchman targeting us?!"
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Sept 16, 2015 23:03:41 GMT
"Drop Port Anchor! Helm, hard to Port, NOW!"
Blacksunder's orders rang out even over the cacophony of cannonfire, the port anchor dropping like a stone into the water, scraping along the ground as it dragged the port side of the ship, causing the hulking vessel to turn, the Helmsman's efforts adding to this impressive feat, causing the Galleon to turn with exceptional speed, it's massive rows of cannons turning ominously to face the Dutchman. Damage was a risk if the Dutchman opted to ram, but even the Dutchman could be broken, and the Sepulchral Bell had all the advantages in size, firepower, and insanity in command.
Down below deck, the sailor from before burst out from a room in the lowest deck, panicking as he turned to face the ascending undead, drawing his cutlass in a cold sweat as guttural screaming could be heard from within the room he had just quickly vacated. The sailor was nearly exhausted with panic, what a time for the girl to go missing!
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Sept 22, 2015 20:23:38 GMT
It was hard to focus on anything. Havia had a hard time making her way down the hallways, due to the ship swaying back and forth from incoming cannon fire. The anchor turn didn't help much, landing Havia a spot on the ground, directly onto her hands and knees. She dragged herself up in a half of a second, and only to continue.
Once she turned the corner of the hallway, what she didn't want to see was a man with his cutlass drawn, and facing the other way of the hallway. His back was to her, and on the other end of the wall was-
For once out at sea, she didn't know what she saw. From afar, it looked like a swarm of men. But she could be wrong.
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Post by Taggon on Sept 23, 2015 15:00:59 GMT
Seasmanship was something that required lengthy wisdom, and even if one could live for centuries, it mattered on whether that person had been willing enough to learn to be wise in the first place. Davy Jones had experience with the sea, but his strategies had always been slightly reckless in hindsight, but the prices and risks he took were ones that were quite used to exploiting the advantage of being immortal. Or in Davy Jones's case, for the most part. It was night hours, as the large Sea Cow began to rear around, as to point her canons at the Flying Dutchman. Whereas the humungous frigate had bulk, the Dutchman had more speed. When the ankor plunked into the water, Davy Jones had been quick enough to steer his own frigate to the right, coming around as swiftly as the large ship had, retaining a steady outlook on the rear end of the ship, though if the large ship continued to swerve, it would find the tip of the Dutchman's deck in range, if it could keep up.
"Pull the triple-cannons back. Employ all broadside weapons." Davy Jones shouted to his crew, his tone patient and monotonous. The damage done to the back of the large cruiser would be quite savage, and very visible in the moon-lit night. His first-mate gave a nod, causing Davy Jones to cock his head to the side,
"Fire bottom row canons at the rudder." Davy Jones commanded coolly, seconds later the order was carried out, larger explosive rounds from The Flying Dutchman's Lower Deck firing for the large ship's rudder, beneath the ship, four canons in total blasting for the same mark. Davy Jones meanwhile narrowed his eyes at the ship. Their move.
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Knoch had assisted all six of his crew mates up when an outcry sounded, the sound of a sailor entering the room and quickly exiting it audible. Knoch furrowed the fragment of flesh on his forehead that substituted as a brow, his hollow eyes gleaming over at the others.
"You know the drill saps. Carry it out." The lead sailor said calmly over the gunfire. It was fair timing too, the ship they were on began to curve, causing some of the clumsier skeletal companions to stumble, as they lurched forward. Knoch was not taking point, but rather remaining at the back. Then it caught a sailer's white eye:
"SHIVER ME SPINE, THERE BE A--"
"Shut it Cole! We all see it." Knoch spat at the sailor. Knoch drew his own cutlass, approaching the previously screaming resident's position, a flintlock in the other hand. The other undead divided into two groups of three, heading their separate ways, each going down a hall with their flintlocks and firearms loaded, bursting into a deck below to fire upon the crew members manning the lower-canons, firing their flintlocks for the chests of their enemies, relentlessly firing for one man at a time.
Meanwhile, Knoch glanced at the girl on the floor, who stood wide-eyed, gawking at him. It had been a while since he had laid his eyes on a female...Knoch then glared back at where the fleshy-sailor had headed.His boys would take care of him, in the meantime though, Knoch would approach the girl. Giving the little thing a quick scare never hurt, and seeing another living thing was something interesting.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 20:37:25 GMT
Gordon started hearing Men entering the Ship to somewhere else, He gets up quite frantic leaving his original post and comes out of the Cabin looking everywhere else in the Ship trying not to be seen and into the Hallways of the Ship hearing noises seeing the Girl laying on the Ground, he finally comes unarmed facing the men armed themselves he gulps
"Excuse me!, Excuse me!...Fine Sirs!, This appears to be a Hold up but no Matter, I come peacefully unarmed.., But I would like to Gurantee that this Ship is about to be Plundered until were Dead..,So I'd like to ask you to kindly ask you to leave..before that Happens.."
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Sept 23, 2015 21:35:03 GMT
((Hey Tireburn, your character is still where my character was. Which is a fair distance from where she is now. If you'd like your post to fit, state that your character moved, and I'll edit mine as well.))
While Havia attempted to creep past one of Blacksunder's crew members, What she didn't see coming was a set of walking skeletons. At first, she thought they were apart of Blacksunder's crew, still coming to find her. But she easily thought otherwise when most of their numbers turned on the crew member. Silently, she prayed that none of them noticed her. But a single skeleton with an eyepatch noticed her, looking at her with one of his dull glowing eyes.
It scared the living day light out of Havia, but she didn't know how- or what- to do. Should she scream? Should she try to run? Alas, she did the only thing she could think of: She took out her free dagger and waved it threateningly towards the skeleton. Havia's face hardened a little bit, but her weariness was still expressed.
Then something hit the ship, Causing Havia to loose balance again. The shots to the lower section of the man o' war knocked Havia off her feet, and into the wall to her right. First it had been her shoulder, followed by the side of her head. She didn't know about the skeleton, but Havia DID know that something had happened, and it hurt her. Recollecting herself, Havia patted the ground around her, in search of the dagger she'd held a second ago. It, however, had scattered towards the skeleton's feet. While her senses were fuzzy, something else filled her ears.
Music.
Havia's eyes widened, knowing exactly what it was, Searching the floor, lying on it's backside with it's lid open was a heart shaped locket, with french increments along its metal casing. Locking her eyes onto the metal object, Havia weakly slid for the locket, wrapping her had around the metal locket. She missed, which the music kept playing.
No, no, no. I JUST fixed it. Havia thought. Please don't break.
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Post by Taggon on Sept 24, 2015 13:37:25 GMT
As the other crewmen of the Flying Dutchman dissipated throughout the lower levels, Knoch found himself face to face with a pretty-faced little specimen; the girl. Her young and fresh face indicated she had yet to see the true horrors of sea, and Knoch found himself slightly amused at how she held a dagger at him. He would have smiled, but his jaw was already locked into that position, unless he talked. He lacked a whole lot of muscles--until he filled in his debt to Davy Jones, then he'd stay this way.
The girl was not alone, as another man stepped in, asking politely but cautiously for the undead to move off the ship. Again, Knoch was already always smiling. Yet he was hardly ever considered a jolly old fellow.
"Listen lad. Your little brave'ry is quite--pleasant," Knoch let mockery flow into the last word, "but I'm 'fraid that I only answer to-" The ship that he was on rumbled once more, Knoch managed to keep his balance, but he couldn't say the same for the girl. She tumbled over, indicating her sea-legs had yet to be grown in too. But what occurred next caused the sailor to raise that remainder of a brow, high above ghoul-like sockets, as a melody that he'd heard his captain repeat too many times. The Girl!
Knoch stepped forward, practically ignoring the man now, pointing his cutlass at the girl.
"Where did you get that?" Knoch demanded, already stooping to grab it, but his fingers slipped, causing the skeletal pirate to mutter a curse to himself as the locket slid back to the girl. His glowering green eyes narrowed at her. He wished he hadn't heard that melody now.
"You're goin' to wish you never laid eyes on that 'ittle thing very soon, missy."
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Sept 24, 2015 16:19:03 GMT
Everything happened within a split second. At first, the skeletal sailor and a man- whom she didn't know- where exchanging words. Next, the Skeleton was aiming his sword at her. He didn't seem too thrilled about the music, which made her even more eager to close the locket. Grasping it in her hand, and silencing the music in a split second, Havia scurried to her feet.
Oh scrap. Oh scrap. This is REALLY bad.. Havia thought, eyeing her dagger near the skeleton's feet. Should she dive for it?
"You're goin' to wish you never laid eyes on that 'ittle thing very soon, missy."
I have a better plan.. Havia thought, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. Havia had NO clue what she did wrong, but she probably wasn't going to live if she stuck around. Still slightly dazed, Havia pivoted on one of her feet and took off running, shoving past the sailor who had skill.
Run Havia, and please don't look back.. She told herself. She didn't have to look, because she assumed the skeleton would follow her.
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Post by Sydrone on Sept 24, 2015 16:54:12 GMT
((@tireburn, I don't think the Dutchman is targeting The Phoenix...))
The crew of The Phoenix snaps out of its shock and gets to work READY THE BOARDING HOOKS! the crew looks at him in shock But sir, we'll be slaughtered. Zain nods That you will. I'm swinging across myself. Zain says, steadying his hat on his head as he grabs the boarding gun MOVE US INTO POSITION!
((Zain's hat is pretty much Haytham Kenway's taco hat in black))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 20:27:18 GMT
(( Well, My Mistake I didn't read the much of the other posts...apologies. ))
Gordan having himself being swayed from left to right by the Ship's movement he tries Standing still, he then notices the Locket the Rather Horrid Man was holding, He Didn't know why the Girl kept It or whom from she did, He faces the Man once again and however did not pay Attention to the rest of the Crew
"I'm Not trying to be brave, Kind sir..I'm trying to get what I Want..and what I want is the Cargo from this Man o' War.., Have you fine Gentlemen ever stumbled upon a Crate of Supplies in here?"
Gordan looked around, all his mind was temporarily on was Cargo, or else he'd want to throw an Alternative
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Sept 24, 2015 20:49:24 GMT
"Funny, I was going to say you were the one who would wish you hadn't laid your eyes on her, then I realised you didn't have eyes."
Blacksunder emerged behind Havia, facing down Knoch with axe gripped tightly. Behind the Captain, several of his crew dispersed through the decks, chasing after the boarders as the cannon crew facing away from the Dutchman were already at work to repeal the attackers or fill the positions of their fallen brethren. Beside the group, the door the first man had emerged from was virtually off its hinges as the guttural howling, clearly female, rang out and the door shook with the sound of whoever was inside banging on the door feverishly.
" Oh dear, you made me wake her up, now that is a problem, and now you're threatening my target. Someone is paying a lot of money for her to be brought to them safely, and you, you put that into jeopardy. Crewman, take over on deck, fire control will be needed up there."
The crewman nodded, sheathing his sword and running back to the deck. Blacksunder stepped past Havia and stood between her and Knoch, hefting his axe over his shoulder.
"Last chance to leave. I'm sure you'll say you're immortal or something, but I'm quite good at breaking bones, and a few immortal splinters won't be much of a threat, now will it?"
The echoing shout to fire from above deck was punctuated for all present by an entire broadside from the Sepulchral Bell rocketing into the Dutchman, though the rudder had been damaged, it was still somewhat functional, and allowed the Bell to get into position to bring all of its weaponry to bear on the smaller vessel.
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Post by Taggon on Sept 25, 2015 14:19:22 GMT
The large cruiser was swinging around, but the small ship was still managing to stay out of reach for it's own broadside to be saved from the heavy line of fire for the most part, thanks to the powerful wind that had carried it forward to engage in the first place. The destruction of the rudder had also slightly hindered the other boats mobility, so swinging around would be slowed, as the Dutchman's rear side was blasted into by heavy guns, sending wooden shards out to shower upon the black waters.
Additional explosive shells were deployed from the smaller ship, the entire broadside blasting for the larger's cruisers' weakened back end, and thus would not only most likely destroy what remained of the rudder, but cause the latter third of the ship to cave in due to consistent blasting. Meanwhile Davy jones gave further orders;
"Bring in Mr. Joe."
"Aye aye Cap'n!" The moment the order was issued, a large hulking skeleton emerged from the lower deck, with a miniature canon strapped to his shoulder, his thick and tall bones making him a towering seven foot tall Skeleton, a giant with small canon balls strapped across his being.
"Duck yer heads mates! Give Cannonball Joe his line of fire!" A sailor shouted to the other. The bulky Skeleton spat out a two inch long cigar out of his jaws, letting it fall to the sea before he let the large barrel fire from his shoulder, sending a round right for The large Seacow's line of fire--the round then exploded into a large fire-work like display, catching all shots in a big radius from the enemy ship, making them add to the explosion, by far lessoning the damage the Dutchman would receive to it's hull. The process would be repeated quickly, as Cannonball Joe repeated the process with surprisingly nimble fingers, the fire-work like rounds stopping mid way in-between the line of fire before exploding...
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*Knoch glared at the captain who had entered, the sly comment emitting from his fleshy mouth as he gripped his large axe. The captain went on about one final warning, indicating they had some kind of she-demon. He was in the way of the girl, and Knoch disliked how he simply stood in the way of things. Curse him.
Knoch just kept his blade firmly clutched in his bony-white hand, his form covered with tattered and rugged cloth, his pale green eyes glowing in the middle of his black sockets.
"If you know I be immortal, then you know with age comes experience. Needless to say I'm older than ya, flesh-bag. And you may have some sort of she-demon--but I'm 'fraid the playing fields leveled; We have Cole and Mr. Brunnin."
~From the background, in the sailors in the canon levels were continually and ruthlessly assaulted. Cole, am average-heighth skeleton decorated in eyepatches, on his arms, legs, and even in his ribcage, had unseated two five-foot long cleavers, each scratched with a large 'CUT U' crudely on it. The crew member of the undead wild lashed these tools out, bashing into anyone with his shoulder before butchering them, washing the floor with a new layer of red liquid with each swing, his hands swiping to the skull or head of each Crew member. Behind Cole was his other two companions, firing rapidly at any who got int heir way with flintlocks, and upon losing ammunition, they too would reside to weapons, joining Cole in his mad yell of
'HEY THERE!'
On the other level, another skeleton lead his mates into the ship, aiming to slaughter crew-member after crew member. Mr. Brunnin was a skeleton with unusually large hands, he was little shorter than most, but he had quite large joints. These hands and joints were used to carry a powerful warrior across the wooden floor, bashing into Men and breaking their bones with a large Mace from below, if not their heads then their backs or ribs. Enforcing this skeleton were the other two, one enjoying resorting to flintlock after flintlock, each one aimed for a sailor's head or face, or heart, while his brother resorted to bladesmanship, stabbing and slicing ferociously for any opposers necks, backing both his brothers up.
*The sounds the two groups were making could be heard from where Knoch stood with the captain, making the skeleton sailor cock his skull thoughtfully.
"Now, Mr. Captain, this fight could go on all night. You look like the fightin' and fiery type, like our own Cap'n, so how 'bout we just be--what is that word--'civil'. You let me take that girl to our cap'n, since she has--unfinished business with our dear Cap'n, and we go on our merry ways. I can also tell you were some booty is hidden to pay for yer ship's damages---and to pay for more crew."
Knoch offered, his voice casual as screams of mean could be heard. it was a fair deal, the sailor had spoken genuinely, and though he knew the captain of the ship would most likely just try to hide the Girl away after that. But Knoch just gave everyone a toothy grin. He was old alright, and he knew combat.
"If not--then perhaps you could convince me that yer axe there ain't made uhv porcelain."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 14:38:26 GMT
"Two Captains?, one Girl..What is this sudden Feud on about?"
Gordon said after overhearing another Commotion coming from the Background
"Despite this is not MY Ship and the Captain is Probably aching his back to deal with you two, I have some rights to know in this Circumstance."
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