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Post by Huntress on Nov 1, 2007 15:22:50 GMT -5
It'll be a long post, so to sum up for you landlubbers, this is where you sign up to be part of the crew >>
This *waves a sheet of yellowish paper* is our muster-roll. One of the most important documents onna ship, next to logbooks and the like. It has some basic data, like the name and type of the ship, and the ship's destination ('Where The Loot Is', in our case). And it also has the list of crewmembers. If you're not in the roll, you're not on the ship. If you're not on the ship, you're not a pirate of the White Weewoo. This means you're either a guest or a stowaway, and I hope for your own good that you're the former, 'cause stowaways are usually fed to either the meepits or the sharks around here.
Since the guilds became public, signups obviously need to change a little. So here we have it, the muster-roll. In order to have your name added to it, you must apply here. We're not picky (in fact, I don't even have anything against accepting ninjas, but since the Ninjas' guild doesn't allow you to be a member if you're a pirate, that question eliminates itself) but be aware of what you're getting yourself into.
We're pirates. That doesn't mean jolly-happy sailing and quaffing rum and singing yohoho-songs (those are dwarfs, people, mark the difference) and finding the occasional goldpot every once in a while. This is hard work, and hard life. This means blisters on your hands, sleepless nights, fighting storms, scrubbing all 'em little sea-animals off the keel, breaking ice off the planks in 'em colder regions, battling trained soldiers and monsters, and, this is important enough to warrant a new paragraph.
No rum on board. (Historical fact, me hearties.) The last time we had rum on board, we had a mutiny, and everyone had a sleepless night and was generally grumpy. And it's kinda hard to sail a ship under the scorching sun when you have a blazing hangover. So rum is only allowed in harbors. Defy that and you're facing the keel, or the meepits if I'm feeling lazy.
So you still think you got what it takes? You still believe the ocean won't break you, and will make you stronger instead? Well, there only is one way to find out, isn't there? Step forth, lad or lass, and present yourself to the captain. And then we'll see.
The muster-roll so far goes as thus:
Huntress
Kat
Zylaa
Ikkin
Rider
Keng
Dragon
Goosh
Cyborg
Leah
Dan
Lep-Tony'Chotes
Speck
Elycien Thirecath
Kathleen Sapphire
Jina
Leste
Elizabeth
Karen
Kopa
Lulu
There were more, but people have fallen into inactiveness over the time, and while the seven seas have many ghostships and ships with undead (or dead) crews, this isn't one of them, so I pruned the roll a little. All former guildmembers are of course free to apply again.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2007 2:32:54 GMT -5
Looks over his left shoulder, then his right.
"I hope ye ain't jus' invitin' lan'lubbers lass. Some o' us ol' privateers have a sense o' pride ye know?" Lepton says to Huntress before stepping up.
The planks of the gangway groan audibly under his mass as he sauters aboard. The quarterdeck seems to begrudge the weight as well for the first step or two. He looks down at the deck a moment, makes a few clicking noises with his tongue, then deliberately begins stepping beam-to-beam or frame-to-frame as necessary to relieve the strain on The White Weewoos deck planking.
Once at the crate they're using as a makeshift table, Lepton eyes Huntress up and down a few times.
"Ye seem a might short ta me, Cap'n, but yer terms er fair. Though I find it abit amiss that ye mind drinkin' but nay gamblin'." He says.
He leans down quite a ways to pick up the quill pen out of the ink bottle. He attempts to script some strange heiroglyphs, then decides to scratch it out and writes in the language humans understand.
Lep-Tony'Chotes
He sniffs the ink tipped quill for a moment.
"Hmm, squid ink." He says to her before he sniffs again. "Humboldt? Well it matters lil, what would ye have known o' me Cap'n fer I ta serve, eh?"
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Post by Huntress on Nov 2, 2007 9:01:02 GMT -5
Huntress looked up. Then she looked more up. Then she grinned vaguely.
"Some," she said, picking the roll up, "would say that privateers are no better than landlubbers, working to serve a master. But we all started out as landlubbers, didn't we?"
"Though some," commented Bloody Mary, on her shoulder as usual, "always had this little habit of trying to rid other people of their belongings."
Hunty shot a glare at him before scribbling her signature of approval on the musterroll. "As for gambling, it never was much of a problem unlike rum, so there hasn't been a reason to ban it. Welcome aboard."
(Speaking of which, someone should really go and resurrect the RCP xD)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2007 0:32:09 GMT -5
Lepton peered at the luttle critter on her shoulder, "I perfer ta think o' us as redistribut'rs o' wealth. A'ter all, some poor souls er poorer than others,eh? Har, har, har." His belious laugh was loud enough to be heard from stem to stern and then some.
"Call me Lep'Tony, er Mr. Chotes if it suits ye Cap'n." He bowed slightly, "Former master o' Her Majesty's Ship, Arcto. Afore Parliament so nicely halted Princess Lilac's lil suoire' wit' Sahkmet." He said nothing more of his past, and needn't have to. The former part about Parliament had been growled with enough distain to express his feelings.
Though the rivalry among royals was a closely guarded secret throughout Neopia, it was rife scuttlebutt in the darker recesses of many a shanty port. Keeping a substantial number of pirates employed at their stock in trade when all other heppenings throughout Neopia had drawn down to a din. Not every swabby and buccaneer was so privvy, however, as the information itself was very profitable for those that had it. Most in the know kept it to themselves. Now that those times were done, most of the privateers and pirates lucky enough to have participated would usually share a story of their adventures during the odd skirmishes for a good draft pint. And were generally easy to get to sign on as hands to any ship, as the rewards on their head's were enough to make most turncoat so much as bat an eye at them. Lep'Tony was no exception and wasn't about to trust his hide to how much either Huntress or Rider may know of what Sahkmet would pay just for his head on a spit.
((OOC: RCP???))
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Post by Huntress on Nov 3, 2007 7:52:59 GMT -5
Random Crap Poker, or Pirate Crap Poker in our case. *jerks thumb at that incredibly dead thread futher down the page* Four people bet something and then someone uses a random number generator to roll the virtual dice. The one who gets the highest number wins 'em all.
Right now it has three people who've posted and the thread died >> Okay, so it's more spammage than anything, but it kept the guild ticking.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2007 12:10:08 GMT -5
Lep'Tony steps aside so that other folks can sign on. But turning his head, there's noone else being enthusiastic enough to join the crew.
"Did I scare'em all off, er do we have ta shivvy'em outta the bar while they're sleepin' off the rum?" He grumbles towards the gangway, then bellows out. "GET YER LILY LIVERED TWINKLY TOES UP ON THIS QUARTERDECK AFORE I HANG YER GUTS N GIZZARDS FROM THE YARDARM!!!"
He pauses for a moment, then his eyes look back to Huntress. "Sorry lass, ol' habits die hard, did ye wanna be the one ta threten'em?"
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Post by Dragon on Nov 5, 2007 2:29:06 GMT -5
(I'd ressurect the RCP if only I hadn't bet on something already.... >>)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2007 3:05:20 GMT -5
I thought ye a'ready had four? Don't ye lasses jus' need ta run the random generat'r. An' fer that matter, if'n yer all gamblin'. Why ain't ye got a spot fer the house, eh? It'll be a long post, so to sum up for you landlubbers,.. The muster-roll so far goes as thus: Huntress Kat Zylaa Ikkin Rider Keng Dragon Goosh Cyborg Leah Dan Lep-Tony'Chotes There were more, but people have fallen into inactiveness over the time, and while the seven seas have many ghostships and ships with undead (or dead) crews, this isn't one of them, so I pruned the roll a little. All former guildmembers are of course free to apply again. Guess all o' ye may wanan' resign the roster, I'd hate ta become mate er quartermaster just by d'fault, har, har. Thought I'd a lil cleanin' up here, har, har! |
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Post by Speck on Dec 30, 2007 3:16:36 GMT -5
You see a small dingy, making its way closer and closer to the mighty White Weewoo. There is but a single person on board, crowded by ropes, barrels, and piles of what look like fresh lemons. As the dingy draws closer, you can see that it is a young woman with a worn, green top. She hollers up at the White Weewoo with the hopes that Captain Huntress may hear what she is requesting, "Permission to come aboard, Cap'n? As to th' accord we came to, I've gots the, er-- provisions!" |
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Post by Huntress on Dec 30, 2007 8:55:10 GMT -5
Things had been ever-so-quiet on board for quite a few weeks now, so Huntress, who'd been slouching on a bunch of ropes enjoying a rare case of free time took a moment to process it. Bloody Mary was faster, and rocketed to the railing at once.
"Bad boy!" he shouted. "Down!"
A big, furry, triangular head that had just risen from the waves closed its fang-ridden mouth, turned away from the dingy and gave the meepit a puzzled look. "Blarf?"
"No food!" bellowed the meepit, his brow furrowing.
"Blaaaarf," complained the kraken.
"Can't blame 'im, she's an ex-ninja," Hunty admitted, coming to the railing and chucking down a rope ladder. "Oy, the provisions? About time. Do come up. Bloody Mary, keep an eye on that fluffthing."
The fluffthing snorted water and sunk back under the dingy, becoming a huge dark shadow underneath it. A second later, a passing shark met its demise.
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Post by Elcie on Jan 4, 2008 15:04:52 GMT -5
The Thirecat cuts a strange figure, long black ears sticking out of messy black hair and a Gathow perched on each shoulder. She grabs a quill and signs her name in a looping signature. Captain Elycien Thirecath.
"Sign me up." She pauses and frowns at the name on the parchment. "Only I suppose I'm not a captain anymore?" There's a slight smile on her face as she scratches out the title. "Well, time to see if the seas hold as much adventure as the skies. Elycien Thirecath, former sky pirate captain, at your service."
((somebody please remove me from the list of Spacefleet members if I'm still on it. I'm not really active there anyway. XD))
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Post by Huntress on Jan 4, 2008 16:05:45 GMT -5
Hunty grinned as she added her own scribbly mark of 'revised and approved'. "Former captain? I like your lot. You'll at least know your way around a ship straight out. Welcome aboard."
((I'd delete you from Spacefleet, except I'm not sure if you'd have to announce your resignation or not. Don't know how things work over there.))
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Post by Elcie on Jan 4, 2008 16:55:17 GMT -5
((I'm not altogether sure anyone knows I'm actually in that guild anyway. ^_^; ))
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Post by Kathleen on Jan 13, 2008 19:32:10 GMT -5
The girl is tall with long, messy brown hair and a hat with the brim pulled down over her eyes. She always wears hats because she looks fabulous in them and wouldn't want to waste that.
"So, I hear you're taking on crew?" She says, sauntering up to the table. "I've a fair bit o' practice with the workings of a ship. I'm new in these waters, but not quite so in...others." So saying, she reaches out and takes the quill, which she dips in the ink. She signs the roster carefully in a pretty script: Kathleen Sapphire.
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Post by Huntress on Jan 14, 2008 17:33:11 GMT -5
Hunty grinned in response. "Piracy is a free trade. No such thing as a past here. There's only the present, and whatever future you forge. Welcome aboard, the hammocks are downstairs."
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