Pirate RP - Post GW

[Kat]

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"I see," said Kat, letting Bloody Mary use her arm as a perch as the Meepit indicated all the spots of dirt he could find on the scroll. As he pointed them out, Kat brushed them off before rereading the message.

Now that the bits of dirt were out of the way, she could just about interpret the characters. They were from an old script of some land that once existed but no longer did, and she had found them out while browsing archaic books on pyromancy. But as she kept on reading, her excited smile slowly faded. Apparently, spending more than half my life in magical libraries is a blessing...and a curse, Kat thought while cursing under her breath.

She stepped back as though an invisible force had shoved her, nearly toppling overboard had she not managed to get a good grip on the port side of the ship. Kat was breathing hard, and the knuckles gripping the scroll were white.

"I don't like this," she whispered. "If someone can understand this, please, please, read it again for me. I think my eyes are playing tricks on me..."

Kat slid down onto the deck into a pitiful sitting position, trembling. I hate being the damsel in distress.

[Kengplant]

"It is a curse isin't it?" exclaimed Keng, all the old superstions of sailors swelling up in her uncharacteristically. "And don't go reading it outloud word for word. That's always the way those darn things are activated."

[Huntress]

"Told you," snarled Bloody Mary, clutching on Kat's trembling hand. "Get yourself together, missy, or I'll be forced to bite you and trust me, rabies ain't all that fancy."

Huntress gazed at the scroll. "Why do I have a feeling that even if we wanted to destroy it, we wouldn't really be able to?"

"Wonder if Justice would be able to read it?" asked Bob. "She reads books all the time, and she's been to places, and meepits are generally tougher than humans when it comes to brain battles."

Hunty scowled. "Kat's a mage, don't think she doesn't know about brain battles. Well, you can go find her, but I wouldn't hope too much." The meepit shrugged and dashed off.

[Zylaa]

"Oh cursed scrolls," Zylaa sighed. "No luck at me verifying it." She was fairly dissapointed. If this scroll was a curse so bad that Kat couldn't read it, there was really nothing left to do but chuck it overboard, and no adventure was to be had from that. Whatever happened to just finding simple treasure maps?

((*cough*))

[leah51293]

Leah's small eyes studied the mystical scroll from afar. 'This is what they've been quarreling about? This...simple...' she observed the crew's reactions. It seemed to be an object of fear. A rare feeling found in pirates, especially from a scroll. 'Maybe I'm some bad-luck charm.'

The meepits aboard the ship caught her eye. If there was anything to be worried about, it was getting noticed by the refined senses of a petpet. As the crew talked among themselves, she decided she would leave the ship later that afternoon, when they docked at the island. She smirked as she thought, 'Maybe I can take that scary scroll off their hands and sell it for a good fat profit.'

[Kengplant]

The crew of the H.M.S. Dauntless Interceptor Shoelace Bob Judgement were a tidy and orderly bunch. A real no-nonsense group of soldiers. They were well trained proffesional soldiers, all out to make names for themselves.

Their Captain had already managed that. He enforced strict rules and high standards to those under his command. These high standards and refined diciplin had won him many battles on the high seas over his career, most of these battles had been with pirates.

Yes, Captain Theodore Jenkins had devoted most of his military life to ridding the seas of the pests as he called them. His mission had begun when he was still a lad sailing on merchant vessels that were constantly under the threat of their attacks. He had many friends among the merchants, and had vowed to make the seas safe for them.

His first mate, George Cole, had recently recieved a tip off that a pirate vessel was suspected of having stowed some it's loot away among the cluster of Islands that now hid their sails and should soon be on it's way to reclaim it. Jenkins intended to catch the ship on it's way out.

[Kat]

"Okay, okay, getting myself together, no need for physical assault," said Kat to Bloody Mary, standing as straight as she could and trying not to shudder anymore. "Would you prefer sitting on my shoulder?"

She took a deep breath. "Well...I can read it, all right, but it's not pretty. I'd read it out loud...ah, heck, I'll just transcribe it into something we can all understand." Drawing her wand from her sash, Kat flicked it, and a bottle of purple ink, a quill and a piece of parchment paper hovered in the air in front of her. She put her wand back, took the writing materials, sat down on the deck and began to write.

[Cyborg]

" So Kat are you finished writing what it says yet?" questioned Cyborg whom even though was still arguing with Ikkin could still hear what was going on with the scroll.

[Huntress]

Bloody Mary crawled up the mage's hand and landed on her shoulder. "Works for me. Justice, go check out the crow's nest. I think I smell something."

He curled up on Kat's shoulder, squinting at the purple writing. Then his eyes widened.

"Justice?" Huntress asked, raising her head to look at the small female meepit who was already descending from the crow's nest, as quickly as only meepits can.

"Ship ahead," she said. "At eleven o'clock. Some ten, twenty miles away."

[Cyborg]

" Hunty what should we do? Do you want us to prepare to attack or what? " asked Cyborg who even though was interested in the scroll saw the ship too.

[Ikkin]

"Ship ahead," Justice said. "At eleven o'clock. Some ten, twenty miles away."

That was interesting enough so Ikkin could overlook Cyborg's comment about her being "Chikkin."

"Could you tell what kind of ship it was?" Ikkin asked. "I could shift the winds to intercept it or to avoid it, if I knew whether it was dangerous."

[Huntress]

The meepit's nostrils twitched again. "Not sure. It's not in sight yet. But it has plenty of gunpowder... and iron... and smoke... about three, four dozen humans aboard... and I smell a lot of sweat and shoe polish."

"Girl, you may be good at laws but you lack knowledge about smells," said Bob, who had returned at the same time Justice showed up. "It's Brandon and Briggs's boot polish. All of it. The marine has a contract with them. Hunty?"

Hunty scowled, straightening her back. "Where's that captain?"

"While she's not here, you're second-in-command," said Bob.

"Oh, yeesh." The pirate rubbed her forehead. "What does the crew say?"

"I say that they're pretty much in our way," snarled Justice.

[leah51293]

Leah's wandering mind focused on the sudden commotion. She, too, could spot the faraway ship. But as to the type of ship it was, she couldn't tell. It looked like a blurry dot.

'Just what I needed,' she thought to herself sarcastically. 'Although, supposing the ship would be to their disadvantage, it would be quite a distraction for my escape.'

Leah stared curiously at the scroll, then at the hands, then at the ship. 'Maybe I am a bad-luck charm...'

[Dragon]

Dragon peered over the birds nest. It was times like these she was glad to be able to have control of her body, whether or not she was able to shapeshift or not.. all she had was her elven blood.

Devoid of her elemental powers she turned to fighting the good old fashion way. With a sword. Which is what she was doing now. Practicing. She wasn't able to handle the shapeshifting abilities just yet. That was when she let Jill take over. But Jill wasn't a fighter. Dragon was.

Dragon looked around, her eyes had already seen the ship, her elven eyes had spotted the ship, but she knew Hunty and her Meepits were already figuring it out. she would leave what to do to them. But she spotted something that hadn't been here before. An awfully familiar white weewoo. You would think all weewoos looked the same. But this one.. this one had wings.

Leah?

[Kengplant]

"Oy, cursed scrolls and now a military vessel out to ring our necks. And here I was thinking about how lovely today was. Well, at least the sky's still blue," Keng glanced upwards just to make sure, then knocked on the nearest piece of wood, "and the sun is still shining. Maybe we'll blind their eyes with our white hull."

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"I think they've noticed us sir." Cole informed his captain. He was peering through a telescope, "All their faces are turnin our way and their fingers be a pointin at us."

"Well, there goes our surprise attack. Let's just hope they decide we're worth the risk and come anyway. If they do the outcome will be the same. I'd just rather not have to chase them. It's a bloody waste of time."

"What are our orders then Captain?"

Jenkins paused a short moment in contemplation. He had no way of knowing there were talking meepits aboard with an acute sense of smell for boot polish brands. "Act like we haven't seen them. Throw over the fishing nets, hide the cannons and bring us further into the islands. Who know, maybe if we're lucky we'll even catch some fresh fish for dinner tonight." he grinned at his last comment. "And get everyone to cover up their uniforms."

"Aye Sir!" Cole said, snapping a quick salute then snapping to his duties, relaying the orders to the crew who snapped to it with great haste. "Oy! Mr. Coldweather!" he called up to the crows nest. "Look the other way, stop starring at the other ship. We haven't seen them understood?"

"Yes Sir. There is no other ship sir." called Coldweather back down. He then looked the other way, only to turn back a moment later. "Sir, if you want fish I think I see a nice school of them up ahead."