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#Post#: 257052--------------------------------------------------
Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 15, 2012, 11:39 pm
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Bars, broken down buildings, and nothing but rowdy souls hell
bent on making a living as dishonestly as possible. A normal
walk down the streets of this bustling Pirate town would cause
all but the most blackhearted of people cringe with displeasure.
From the crime ridden buildings to the shitty streets, all call
this home.
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Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 20, 2012, 9:34 pm
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The smell around this vast expanse never really changed. The
stench heavily bore that of Booze, blood, and booty. Alex only
enjoyed two of three of these strange things, but none of which
he obtained from the disease ridden populous of this pirate
port. No, he had already had his fill from one of the outlaying
villages he just so happened to visit before making his way back
here. Though, he knew most of his crew did not leave this vile
place, he was hoping they had heeded his warning and returned
from their leave. Soon enough they would be setting sail for a
new adventure. A letter he had received from a mysterious post
rider, delivering a map to his hands as he walked down the road.
Something was off about the idea, but his ambition made such a
mission a godsend to a ported pirate. He needed to remove
himself from this area before he became just as bad as the rest
of the riff raff that inhabited Tortuga.
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Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
By: Demonreach Date: August 26, 2012, 4:16 pm
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"Watch yerself there... mister..." Came a drunken slur from one
Brian Jacques, whose blurry vision couldn't quite make out who
he had bumped into. His red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes squinted to
look upon the offending person. He stumbled from leaning too far
forward, his body hitting the person he had bumped into a few
moments earlier. This man fell over, elbowing a rather brutish
man; twice the size of any other patron at the tavern. The small
beady eyes within the brutes dog-like face narrowed with murder
and lashed out with a fist to the one who elbowed him; that fist
struck the still falling man in the throat, sending him into
coughing fits, a few coughs bringing up blood. This man finally
fell to the floor with a muffled thump and started coughing some
more. A half dozen other men jumped up from their seats, hands
on the hilts of blades and guns as they rushed the giant man who
had struck their fellow comrade. This, in turn, brought the
brutes own comrades to the fray. A few individuals left at the
start but those who hadn't joined in the fighting, comrades
hitting comrades due to the sudden confusion; hired toughs
moving in and hitting people across their heads with clubs.
Glass broke, ale and wine and rum was spilled, men were
screaming with both excitement and terror as they hit and were
hit, killing and were killed. All the while one man wove himself
through this small riot, avoiding everything but the spilled
drinks. This man was Brian Jacques, the one who started this
whole thing.
He bashed a fellows head in with his mug before he picked up
another one and started to drink it, grinning like a madman as
he started to sing, a few words being slurred from the drunken
stupor:
When I come back from a mighty quest
I have no need for sleep or rest
I head to a tavern for a drink
And get so drunk I cannot think
A wench by my side, a jug of mead
These are the things that I most need
So I sit back and sing this song
And drink and party all night long
He ducked under a blade, kicking a person in the side of their
knee, the snapping of bone being drowned out by his screaming,
before resuming the song:
I want more wenches
Hey Hey
More wenches and mead
Hey Hey
I want more wenches
Lots of wenches is what I need
As he neared the door, he threw his mug back into the tavern,
stumbling backwards as he laughed uproariously before continuing
on with the song:
When I come back from a mighty quest
I have no need for sleep or rest
I head to a tavern for a drink
And get so drunk I cannot think
A wench by my side, a jug of mead
These are the things that I most need
So I sit back and sing this song
And drink and party all night long
The song continuing on like that for a few more minutes until
his voice stopped being replaced by broken whistling as he
stumbled down the streets of the pirate town. Eventually, though
he wouldn't remember it, his legs would carry him towards the
Hades Serpent with a few bottles of rum surrounding him as he
slept.
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Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
By: Pandora Date: August 26, 2012, 7:34 pm
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The racket of this place. It was almost enough to drive one
insane. Scarlet hated being here. She'd seen a few awful ports
in her days abroad, but Tortuga... It was by far one of the
worst, if not the worst yet. There wasn't one appealing thing
about it. To her at least. The men on the Serpent seemed to find
some sort of trouble to get into here. To each their own, she
guessed. She never understood what was so wonderful about filth
and foul disease. Even now as she walked through it's streets.
The captain was already gone. She watched him wind through the
streets while still aboard ship. She preferred to be up on deck
waiting, even if it took hours. Her mind decided that today
could be somewhat different. Maybe a walk through town would be
so bad. She was wrong. Now she was circling through the rubbish,
waiting for her legs to reach the dock. Behind her, a muffled
ruckus broke out. With it being commonplace for a bar fight to
happen here, it was almost as though she was the only one who
was staring at the door. Out burst the drunkard as the commotion
continued inside, laughing and singing as though he hadn't just
dodged danger. Scarlet simply crossed her arms, semi-watching as
they both scattered through the streets.
Scarlet didn't know it at the time, but they were both headed to
the same destination. One would just make it before the other.
By the time Scarlet did reach the ship, her legs were aching.
Being dreadfully tired didn't help. The only thing that would
make it worse was some poor soul making it so that she couldn't
at least lie down. Trekking up the treacherous board that led up
to the deck, Scarlet kept her head down. It would only be a few
more steps. Then she could lie down. And possibly sleep a
little. By the time she reached the door to her small room,
Scarlet was ready to crawl between her sheets and take her forty
winks. The only thing preventing her from such a thing, was that
drunken bastard. Passed out on the floor. In front of her door.
Scarlet strutted over with a haughty huff and her hands placed
firmly on her hips. With her boot, she reached over and tapped
him gently in the side. To no avail, he still slept. Growing
angry, her foot kicked hard into his thigh, her body putting
maybe a bit too much effort into it. "Hey you! Don'tcha think
you should pass out in front of your own damn room?"
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Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
By: Demonreach Date: August 27, 2012, 7:45 pm
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The man grunted, opening one bloodshot eye to peer at the one
who woke him up. One of the gauche that had found its way to his
hand, which had nearly taken out her femoral artery in her leg,
vanished beneath his shirt. "Aye, lass... Can't seem ta get me
sea legs just yet... Damned ship won't stop moving..." His
voice, which was a deep slur --a voice that could lure even the
most strong willed woman to bed, his tongue just as skilled even
without the voice, if said voice and tongue weren't always
slurring words and in a constant drunken stupor-- trailed off
for a moment as he grumbled beneath his breath. A sun-darkened
hand, various white lines, jagged and rough, crisscrossing the
fingers and the back, reached up to grab at a barrel. It missed
and his upper body fell over, grunting as he fell. "Blast..." He
hand nudged one of the bottles, grumbling once more, at length,
about how it was always empty. He squinted up at the woman,
"`Ey... Go get me some more..." He words were cut off with a
rather loud belch. "Go get me some more... rum..." He waved her
off. Then, he waved her back, "Wait... Just help me up. You can
bunk with me... Room enough for two... Aye." He rubbed his chest
before bracing his hands against the wooden planks of the ship
and rising, slowly, to his feet that way. "Like me ma always
said, ya ain't drunk till ye can't walk. Or maybe that was me
pa... Bah! Shut yer trap, wench. Makin' me think 'n' shit..." He
glared at her, rubbing his grainy eyes.
Said eyes, after being rubbed, looked at the woman again and a
smile crossed his face, "Oh-ho... What have we here? Capt'n buy
us all whores? Yippee..." He straightened his hair or made an
attempt to; his smile becoming toothy. Brian was a rare pirate
in that he still had all his teeth. All of which were white. His
green eyes, all the greener for being bloodshot, blinked slowly
as if afraid of missing something; if one was into watching
people, they would notice he hardly blinked. He even slept with
his eyes open. "Now, had I known this... I would've straightened
up some... Can't be havin' a bad name for meself with tha
ladies." He wiggled his eyebrows at her before winking, marching
off, yelling over his shoulder, "Come, wench!"
And so, he stumbled off, forgetting the woman, as he sang in a
drunken slur, crashing into walls, barrels, and crates along the
way. But, Brian would be back, for he is going the wrong way to
his cabin. Most of the time, he wondered if he had ever slept in
that place. Either way, someone would find his body collapsed
topside in the crow's nest.
#Post#: 264143--------------------------------------------------
Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 27, 2012, 8:12 pm
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Alex managed to show up just in time to hear the frenzied shouts
of one of his new seafarers screaming towards one of his other
men. The woman's loud voice booming from the open door on deck.
With a shake of his head, Bird flew off his shoulder and up onto
the deck, hopping around a moment before slipping into the open
door to scream at the two people. "AVAST! AVAST! CAPT"N
APPROACHIN! CAPT'N APROACHIN!" The giant purple bird was
startling to most, but the rustling in the other bunks of the
great ship told whole heartedly that the thing was not lying.
Men funneled out of the rooms and towards the deck as the mighty
bird flapped it's wings and took off back outside.
Dropping his pack onto the deck, the loud thud gave testament to
the arrival of the captain. The thunderous roars of the crew,
giving praise to their captain, rose high above the gunshots and
screaming that came from the port just feet away from them. "AYE
MEN! DID WE HAVE A GOOD LEAVE?" The cries once more arose as
Bird took his place upon the mast's crossbeam, watching from
high above as Alex chuckled at his men. "GOOD! Now get these
damn supplies on board and into the storage deck! MOVE IT YOU
SWASHBUCKLERS! BEFORE I HAVE ALL YE WALKING THE PLANK!"
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Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
By: Demonreach Date: August 27, 2012, 8:40 pm
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A few feet up the mast where the crow's nest waited for his
sleeping body, Brian fell down with a grunt. "Damnit all to
hell! Why'd ya have ta do that, Capt'n? Had me a fine time, I
had. With that wench..." He peered about, doing a few circles
around the place he had fallen upon, rubbing his backside. "Oh
my arse... Now, where did she go? Sod it all. If ya can't rely
on whores, what can ye rely on?" He brushed back the matted
brown hair that had fallen into his face; his red-rimmed eyes
peering about suspiciously. "Damned Bird... Oh, he'll get it, he
will. Cook'em up nice and good, I will. Teach him to go around,
waking up the dead..." His muttering grew faint as he left to do
the task the Capt'n had, his stumbling no longer there; his gait
more confident and steady. Though, he walked sober, he didn't
talk it. "... And then, oh yes, and then, I will..." He stopped
and looked at one of his comrades. "What? N'v'r talked to
yerself 'fore? Get ta loading, ya cursed fool! Wouldn't want to
walk the plank in these waters, no sirree. That thur 'ater has
some mean lil' fishes that'll eat ya own cock before ye have
time to call fer help.." And so, with this morbid piece, he
began to tell those around him about how those "lil' fishes"
would attract other fish, larger and even meaner; some so small
to swim straight into your own ass! "... but ye don't want to
start strugglin', oh no! By me me's left tit, don't do that! Ya
see, that jus' makes it wers... Aye! I know. Ye were all
thinkin' to yerself that it couldn't but ye's are all wrong,
ye's are!" He bellowed out a hearty, drunken laugh, which ended
in a long, loud belch, as a few of the weaker stomached emptied
their bellies.
But, Brian's story shifted to a song, that he sang heartily and
merrily, encouraging others to join in:
"The time has come, the time for a drink, but I don't want
whiskey or gin.
There's only one drink that gets me so drunk, until my head
starts to spin.
Far to the west under tropical sun, this mystical drink is
brewed.
On our mission to get totally drunk, we have got nothing to
lose.
Rum is the power, Rum is the key, Rum is the thing that will set
us free
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum, Ahoy.
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum, Give me more Rum!
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum, Ahoy.
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum, Give me more Rum!
The time has come, the time for a drink, but I don't want vodka
or mead.
None of these things will quench my thirst, Rum is the drink
that I need.
Questing the oceans and questing the seas, searching for
ultimate booze.
On our mission to get totally drunk, we have got nothing to
lose.
Rum is the power, Rum is the key, Rum is the thing that will set
us free
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum, Ahoy.
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum, Give me more Rum!
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum, Ahoy.
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum, Ahoy.
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum, Give me more Rum!
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum, Ahoy.
Rum, Rum, Rum, Yaarr, Rum, Rum
Hey!"
While he sang, he started to move the crates of supplies,
swinging his load as he danced around his comrades, singing. At
the end, he barked, "Alright, lads! Time to start singin' or I
swear by the Capt'n's purple jacket, I will have ye workin'
double time on oars!" He stopped in his merry dance to stare at
those around him.
"The time has come, the time for a drink, but I don't want
whiskey or gin. There's only one drink that gets me so drunk,
until my head starts to spin. Far to the west under tropical
sun, this mystical drink is brewed. On our mission to get
totally drunk, we have got nothing to lose..."
This time, as he sang, the others joined him. He smiled to
himself as he made his way up to the ship with his first, and
last, box.
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Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
By: Pandora Date: August 28, 2012, 2:48 pm
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Scarlet glared him down, her eyes as cold as ice as her trigger
happy hand laid on the pistol at her hip. First he passed out in
front of her door. Now he had the bollocks to almost stab her?
She should have just ended him there. He was fortunate that she
was a bit slower today than usual. Her eyes glanced at the ships
wooden walls as he complained about it's movements. "It's a
ship. It moves." Fixing the bandana that covered the top of her
head, her eyes kept to him. "Are you moving, or do I have to
move you?" Her small hands curved back around her hips as one
jutted to the side in wait. Green orbs narrowed to mere slits as
he spoke, his tone and mannerisms toward her now on her last
nerve. If he didn't notice her here in the three weeks she had
been, he was more of an idiot than she'd first realized. She
wasn't a prostitute. And she surely wasn't "bunking" with him.
He couldn't even see past his own nose. As he stumbled off, she
hurried up and into her room, before he could remember that she
was there.
With everything out of the way, Scarlet flopped on her bed.
Before long, she was comfortable enough that her eyelids started
drooping. Darkness overcame the room as the water below rocked
the wooden vessel. Just as the shadowy spots danced before the
dark canvas set down for them, a squawk and a ruckus came from
the higher levels. "So much for a bit of rest..." Scarlet
sighed. She pushed herself away from the mattress and urged
herself up onto deck. A good portion of the men were too
engrossed in a story to be bothered with lugging chests, boxes,
and barrels on board. Oh well. Their problem, definitely not
hers. If anything, it gave her a chance to make them look bad as
she carried box after box and each chest that she humanly could
on her own. Pulling one up, she glared at them as she passed,
making carrying a chest that had to weigh at least 80 pounds
look like air. "Oh please, I've fallen in before." Scoffing, she
rolled her eyes at the men who actually believed they'd be
ripped apart by those fish. She just wanted to be able to take a
nap as soon as time would allow. And if having to pick up the
work of a few men, and make them look like women themselves,
then she would do it. Not that she actually had to prove herself
too much. She'd already done that, for the most part. It wasn't
long before they were done either. Now all she had to do was
wait until they were off and completely settled in without
anymore work to be done. Then, she could rest.
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Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
By: Arcelia Date: August 31, 2012, 7:29 pm
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The stench of sweat, blood, booze, and sex wafted into Arcelia's
nostrils as she took in a breath before entering The Charming
Harlot. The tavern meets brothel meets armpit, although still
disgusting in scent, was much like home to Arcelia. This was
where she'd first bumped into Captain Blackbeard and where her
life as a pirate had begun. Located on the island of Tortuga,
where The Unwelcome Stranger makes her birth, it wasn't unusual
to find the Spanish beauty recruiting here for her latest daft
treasure hunting scheme. All she had to do was give a nod of her
head to the barman and two men cleared a table of some
slobbering drunk pirates and one of the whores brought her a
bottle of the Spanish rum they kept on hand only for her
arrival.
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Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
By: Azriel Date: August 31, 2012, 7:39 pm
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Jasper hadn't known what to expect when he ran away from his
quiet life to become a pirate. Sure, he was in search of
adventure, and thrill, But since his arrival on Tortuga, he
couldn't help but wonder if he had made a grave mistake. Captain
Arcelia had agreed to take him on, most likely just for his
skills as a blacksmith, but while she appeared more than
comfortable in this brothel, he could only feel the taint of
disgust. The smell was beyond putrid, and the people were even
worse. Sloppy, drunken and foolish. If Jasper thought he didn't
fit in on the ship, he was experiencing a whole new level of
outcast now. He was educated, well spoken, and inexperienced
with people. But he followed his Captain without objection or
complaint. He took a seat next to her at the bar, however his
eyes remained fixed on the wooden table, never once looking up
at the barkeep or any of the patrons. The thought kept going
through his head; That he was a runaway amongst savages. But
what could he do now?
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