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#Post#: 266305--------------------------------------------------
Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
DIR By: Jade
Date: September 1, 2012, 12:51 am
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Grimn looks around the scent of alcohol and sex hung heavily in
the air. "Ahh yes, this is the scent my lungs have missed" his
Irish accent coming through thickly. He remembered the night
he'd come across the ship he was now a member of. His captain
was of course a woman, which meant that the rest of the crew was
cursed. Which meant that when he came to be the most feared he
would've earned it. His two cutlasses where strapped across his
back, the handles were within reach of his hands. While he was
with his captain, no one was going to touch her. He walked into
the bar where she was and stood in a corner. There wasn't any
reason for him to enjoy alcohol, he had a captain to protect.
#Post#: 266376--------------------------------------------------
Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: September 1, 2012, 12:20 pm
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Alex could not help but laugh at the men who feared one of his
older sailors fish stories. He was a drunkard, as one could tell
by his stumbling and other such giveaways, like the scent of rum
he could smell from his place upon the ship, some odd feet away
from the workers. Alex say that some of his men were not
working, and with a tight growl he walked over and pulled his
cutlass in the scabbard, rapping three of them across the head
as the others in the group took off the ship and began to help.
There where plenty of supplies, for they would not be coming
back in the longest time. "GET TO WORK! BEFORE I HAVE YER SCURVY
ARSE LINED UP AND SHOT!" Placing the weapon back into its place
on his hip, Alex moved to the helm of the ship, Bird coming down
to land on his shoulder once more. Everything was going well for
the first day back, luckily.
#Post#: 266398--------------------------------------------------
Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
DIR By: Demonreach
Date: September 1, 2012, 2:32 pm
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Brian's eyebrows raised at the woman's skepticism. "Oh? Ye have?
Then tell me: where's yer cock now, lass?" He pointed a finger
at her, accusingly almost, before he guffawed; ducking under the
captain's cutlass as he came out, yelling. Always yelling, that
man. He adjusted the straps beneath his shirt that held his
heavy-parrying gauche's. But, as he stood, albeit awkwardly,
gazing out towards the town of Tortuga, he wondered if he would
ever see this shithole of a town again. Again, for times
uncountable, he cursed his legs for bringing him to this ship.
But it wasn't so bad, in truth. His thumb traced the rose-like
pattern of the pommel of his backsword. "Oy! Capt'n! Where we
goin' this time?" He ignored the glares from his crew mates as
they passed him as he had stopped the loading process, but,
after a few more moments of memorizing the pirate city of
Tortuga, he went back out to the dock and helped load some more
supplies.
After he was done, he reached into his back pocket and pulled
out the flask of rum and took a long pull, letting out a sound
of pleasure at the familiar taste. Things seemed to be going
smoothly, for once, but it made the drunk suspicious. "Things
are goin' a bit too smoothly..." He thought aloud before
shrugging, pushing the thought from his mind, though he still
remained suspicious. "Just need to get good 'n' drunk, Brian.
'Tis all." He nodded. "Aye, good advice." And so, he he drained
the flash in a few large gulps and licked his lips before
peering into the flask. "Blast... Nothin' left... And I ain't
even drunk yet..."
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Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
DIR By: Jade
Date: September 1, 2012, 9:10 pm
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Listening to the way the others were starting to act, Grimn
muttered under his breath about how easily these pirates were
consumed by alcohol. "Damn them all" noticing what he'd done he
pulls out a knife and cuts himself. This was something that most
people didn't know about him. He wasn't suspicious, however he
was deeply religious. Amongst pirates that wasn't widely
accepted so of course he hid it and the only one he assumed knew
about it. Was of course his captain, as strong as she was. There
were troubles that he feared someday might consume her.
Especially should some of the crew get the idea of mutiny. A
silent man unless his captain addressed him directly. He
preferred to let his cutlasses do the talking for him. Tonight
it appeared they might get a chance to do a whole speech.
#Post#: 282217--------------------------------------------------
Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: September 30, 2012, 2:28 pm
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Adjusting his coat as he stood at the helm of the ship, Alex
stared at the one man who had actually asked him a question.
Bird swooped down from his spot in the crows nest, landing on
the shoulder of the man as he took a small scrap of paper from
the ankle of his feathered friend. "Here. We are heading east."
Unfolding the paper and reveling the destined course for which
they were bound. "To an isle with no name, but said to be
famous. I doubt we are not the only ones with this map, so We
better remove ourselves from this shithole port before the sun
falls from the sky! NOW DOUBLE TIME LADS AND LADIES! I WILL NOT
HAVE YE SLACKING! GET THOSE LAST SUPPLIES ON THIS BOAT!"
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Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
DIR By: Pandora
Date: October 8, 2012, 5:29 pm
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Readjusting the handles to the chest in her hands, Scarlet
rested the heavy wooden object upon her knee. Smirking
mischievously, she redirected her focus to her sneering
crewmate. "Aye mate. It's in your mother's arse." She replied
with a coy smirk before rolling her eyes and walking off. There
was work to be done, and she could just stand around. This ship
was the only salvation at the moment. She wouldn't be left in
Tortuga again. Heeding her captain's orders, she continued
pulling up everything she could, even after her arms and legs
threatened to give out. Until every last crate, barrel, and
chest were on board, Scarlet didn't so much as think about
stopping. With a sigh of relief, she leaned against the side of
the ship. Everything was done and it wouldn't be long before
they set sail. She slipped down onto her bottom and rubbed her
heavy eyelids with the sleeve of her shirt. She wouldn't move
from the spot until she knew she had permission. Though, she
could already feel her eyes growing heavier. She prayed that the
captain decided to leave soon. Her bed awaited her.
#Post#: 349931--------------------------------------------------
Re: Home Port: Tortuga, The Shithole
DIR By: Demonreach
Date: September 16, 2013, 4:21 pm
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The drunk stumbled around the Crow's Nest, sighing heavily as he
stared down the empty flask. The only one he had brought with
him. It was a tragic, really. He threw the empty flask, then
tried to catch it as it left his hand; the throw ending up a
mockery of what it should've been as he fumbled with the metal
container as he cursed himself and the flask. In the end, he
found himself upside down, one foot hooked around the railing of
the Nest as three of his fingers curled tightly around the
flasks lid.
"Yuh son uvabitch..." he slurred through his drunken stupor,
using his other hand to grab the flask and upended it to get the
last few drops with a satisfied grin. "Ah, I knew ye had mer
'side ya."
Unfortunately, his fingers relaxed and the flask went tumbling
down to the deck. "Ah... 'Tis unfertunit that... Oy! Could one
of ye wenches bring me that there flask!"
But he didn't hear any response as he lifted himself up to avoid
falling himself, and did a small flip to land on his feet and
posed, "Ahah!" But it came out as more of a scream as his foot
had landed on an empty bottle and he went sailing through the
air and landed on his ass with a painful thump. "Ye gods!"
"Hey! You drunk bastard! Think you can leave my Nest?!"
He squinted his eyes at the direction of the voice and made out
a form, "Aye. I 'spose I could at that..." He looked down and
gulped. "Eh..."
He felt hands on his back as he was pushed over the side of the
railing, "Git down!"
"Quit yer naggin'... I'm goin'..." He clambered down, though his
foot slipped a few times. As he would put his foot down on the
deck, he stared around, suspicious before making his way to his
flask. "Ungrateful basterds..."
He unsteadily made his way below deck to find a place to sleep.
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