Roleplay Live : A Pirate’s Life

Land Lovers – Part Three

Distant Drums

Players;

RazukenCarrendar
MaylionCarrendar
CharlotteCarrendar
Xiangxiu

RazukenCarrendar: – They held him tightly, as if he were going to fall. Grizald felt that his legs were just as useless as Singapore noodles. However, he kept moving on as best as he could, picking his feet up like lead weights and plopping them one-by-one into the white sand. His head hung low, Grizald felt empty. He knew he was forgetting something, but it would not come. A large, wet drop plopped right into the muddled red hair of Grizald. This snapped him out of his daze. He looked up at the sky to see the puffy clouds start to become darker and more menacing. It was indeed going to storm soon. Rain fell suddenly and hard, dropping onto the sand, creating a small light show as the water was absorbed. In response to his answer, Idrial said to him in a soft tone, (Idrial) “No one knows what happened. These seas… they’re no place for anyone, not even sailors who’ve dared to travel the seven seas.” Grizald looked up as Idrial sighed, finally getting a clear look at her face. She almost seemed familiar. ‘Have I laid eye on these lass before?’ Grizald thought. ‘No… maybe it is me old mind acting out of desperation.’ Grizald looked to where they had their attention, and was utterly shocked. His ship was sinking right into the shallow sand bar. Grizald groaned loudly with a depressed tone. He did not even notice the huts being built for shelter. He simply hung his head low, and trudged along wearily. The voice of Idrial was a bit louder in tone because of the increasing frequency of the rain. (Idrial) “Maybe you should rest in one of the already built huts while we help the others before this rain gets worse.” Grizald would simply moan with discontent, nodding slowly to give her some sort of a response. He was entirely at the mercy of his rescuers, losing his strength bit by bit. His feet fumbled underneath him, and his breathing became shallow. A man, so heartbroken, his own body fails him. What will he do?

MaylionCarrendar: – Hoping the girls would notice his hard work and mad hammering skills, he was standing there in the pouring rain creating a private hut for his captain, and for Madeline LeFleur.. And here was only hoping that the male who was with them didn’t get invited over for a pyjama party. In all seriousness he was trying to help out his captain and the complete bunch of stranded humans in order to survive. All by all, the chances were small they ever would break free and sail away towards the horizon to civilization. He noticed two eyes stinging in his neck. The female eyes of his captain were looking at him. Proud man as he was he made himself bigger physical trying to show off those ”muscles” again.. You could say allot about jack sometimes, but really he was just an insecure dork who had chosen the life of a pirate to run away from his problems down at the shore. In his fantasy the two ladies were still standing behind him. They would let their eyes scan over the amazing wooden huts that Jackie-man made them.. In reality they probably weren’t looking and the two amazing wooden huts crashed down as soon as the wind came up. (Jack) ” .. yup-yup.. Never getting laid. I should find something else to do.. really. ” He dropped the hammer in the sand and turned around and longed to be ordered around by his captain. He made his way over to the three-sum .. And no reader this scene is not what you think.. Once jack had made his way through the soaking wet sand and the different men and women building up their huts and collecting supplies, he had caught up with Madeline, Idrial, and a man that seemed to be either drunk, or just woozy-boozy… or broken.

Before addressing Idrial and asking her what he could do for her except for brooming the sand he stared at the man in between them. (Jack) ” I didn’t think there would be a male around here more stupid and looking like hell than me.. Can i do anything for him? or .. are you two ladies ‘bringing him back to lifeee’ if you know what i mean. Jack pulled one side of his mouth upwards to show a smile that had a deeper meaning.. Yes we all knew what he meant.

CharlotteCarrendar: – What the new castaways didn’t know, was that Madeline had managed to construct a reasonable hut, just off the beach, which was very well masked, thanks to the use of banana leaves and other palm prongs. Woven together with strips of bark, that had taken a good month of so to weave, she had built a hut that for the most part, could keep out the incessant rain of the tropical season. Jack’s efforts though noble, clearly could not stand up to the tumoltous wind, as hard as he tried to make it weather proof. One gust and down they went again. Madeline huffed, as the bedraggled Sea Captain was finding that his legs were losing power. The oncoming storm, a regular at this time of day, was sure to make him even heavier. “This way, we need to get him under shelter. I have something big enough for two people.” Adjusting her hold on his arm and shoulder, she motioned with her head, the direction of her hut to Idrial. “Just a little bit further.” Passing Jack, who was moaning about not getting laid anytime soon, she could not help but blurt. “That’s the least of your problems at the moment.” And she was right…far off in the distance, the drumming started. At first a single beat, that had many a bird in the trees flying out, scattering into the stormy sky. They knew what this meant, and sadly enough, so did Madeline

“Hurry..” she urged, picking up her pace, and grunting as she tried to take more of Grizald’s weight. On reaching the hut, she flipped back a torn piece of sail, to reveal a hut that had a large mat on the floor, made from woven leaves. It was better than nothing, and it was dry. “Take your wet things off….and get in.” Releasing Grizald, and then pointing to a small chest in the corner, she had dragged up the beach months before. “Might be something in the chest that is dry…I suggest you put that on, and Idrial and I hang up your clothes.’ Turning back, as he was to enter the hut, she cast her eyes back to Jack. “Let me help you with your huts.” Trying to divert the questions of what the drumming meant. <3

Xiangxiu: – Idrial nodded as they walked past Jack who was actually the one with the hammer and laughed ironically as the huts he made fell down, but then that laughter turned to cold a gloomy laugh of one that had just lost all hope of returning home in the future. (Idrial.) “We’re all going to die out here aren’t we?” Just as the sarcasm left her voice Idrial could hear something, a faint beating, getting louder till you could unmistakably hear the calling of a drum. Looking away from the beach, for the first time Idrial noticed a type of Amazon which she was sure wasn’t there before. She was just about to suggest to go in there when she looked to Madeline and saw the fear in her expression. Idrial turned back to the jungle and saw all types of animals running in the opposite direction of the drums, lemmas dancing in and out the trees, birds flying higher than to the tips of the jungle in a flurry to get away, even lizards scurrying across the ground quicker than Idrial had ever seen. Just what type of game was this, whose idea of a sick joke to put fear in people with the sound of drums. (Madeline.) “Hurry…” Madeline had urged and picked up the pace. Idrial followed and kept up with her movements until they reached the sail, which Madeline pulled back to reveal a hut that looked big. It must have taken a while to build because the leave woven floor looked almost perfectly done.

Lost in the moment between what to do now and the sound of drums in the treacherous jungle which suggested natives or Indians or outsiders or all of the above. Idrial quickly shook her head and looked at how harsh the rain was beginning to fall, she helped Grizald and Madeline stop from getting more wet by picking up one of the fallen leaves of a palm tree that had been right next to the hut. She put it up in between herself and the other side of the entrance of the hut while she heard (Madeline.) “Take your wet things off… and get inside, might be something in the chest that is dry enough for you to wear, I suggest you put that on while Idrial and I will hang up your clothes.” Idrial nodded as Grizald hopped inside the hut and went over to the chest. (Idrial.) “I’ll hang his clothes while you go help Jack, it’s quicker that way. “ ~Quickly dropping the huge leaf to pick up Grizald’s clothes, she found a nice Palm tree bough behind the hut to hang his clothes up. The leaves from the higher tree next to it stopped his clothes becoming drenched from the rain and it didn’t take Idrial long to rip some leaves into a vine formation to hold his clothes from blowing with the wind. Noticing Madeline was effortlessly helping Jack with ease Idrial decided to check on how Grizald was doing. <e>

RazukenCarrendar: – (Irial) “We are all going to die out here, aren’t we?” Just then, Jack trundled up with a alcohol-induced swagger. Jack had the audacity to speak so disrespectfully in front of his own Captain, and especially her being a woman. Grizald, being one for chivalry rose into a temper with his red-headed nature. In his displeased mood, resolved aimed a drunken-like kick at Jack, who was standing just far enough away to not get hit. Yet, he would get the message that this old Seadog was not amused by vulgar jokes. After this, Madeline spoke in a tone of urgency, hearing the beat of drums growing louder in the distance. (Madeline) “Hurry…” Grizald, with renewed strength because of his anger picked up his feet to move across the tricky sand faster. They arrived at a beautifully crafted beach hut, no doubt belonging to Madeline. (Madeline) “Take your wet things off… and get inside, might be something in the chest that is dry enough for you to wear, I suggest you put that on while Idrial and I will hang up your clothes.” Grizald hobbled inside gratefully and began to strip. Once he was starch-naked, he could feel the brine drying on his skin, making it tighten. Quickly, he opened up the chest and pulled out some old peasant clothes. An old pair of brown trousers, made from sackcloth, and a light stained white cotton shirt. Remarkably, they fit just right, hugging his frame like an old friend. Even wondered where these clothes came from. ‘I wonder if the last person to wear dese clothes was dead…’ He grabbed his belongings, and then walked out of the hut briefly for a moment to hand Idrial h is wet clothes. He then would look towards Idrial, watching her hang his clothes, and waiting to see what he should do next since they took control the situation. Grizald was extremely tired. He was only a lost soul captured once again by the unfair seas and cruel time.

Land Lovers – Part Four.

Jungle dreaming.

Players:

RazukenCarrendar
MaylionCarrendar
CharlotteCarrendar
Xiangxiu

MaylionCarrendar : -Completely disregarding the attempt kick by Grizald he focues on the two ladies. He was slightly older.. allot older. The drums haven’t caught his attention untill he stepped outside with Madeline. She offered him to help out with the huts but jack folded his arms and wasn’t planning to start on the huts.. She already had one after all. As he walked beside her through the pouring rain he noticed the birds fly off, just like the animals who ran.. as if deeper in the forest evil lurked and surprisngly evil was awesome on the drums. Jack turned his head to madeline. ( Jack ) ” … So, i’m going to be blunt and straight forwards with you. I think you missed telling us a small detail of this island. ” He stopped his legs from moving forwards. most huts were standing by now a few meters away, and nearly evey man or woman ofcourse was already hiding and waiting for the rain to stop pouring from the sky. (jack) ” You thought we wouldn’t notice right? .. a bunch of people trying to save this female in distress on island and get trapped themself.. and ALL of the sudden… Drums are played .. and you have slight fear in your eyes ma’am. ” He then bowed forward to look into her eyes. While staring with no-pervy eyes he started to scratch his soaking wet beard. (Jack) ” Right.. Im going to build up my hut.. ” Expecting Madeline would walk straight back to the ” Cool ”’ hut he turned around and grabbed a hammer from the sand a few meters away.. Women… They are all the damn same.. Get you into trouble easily.
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CharlotteCarrendar : – Nodding to Idrial, when she offered to hang up Grizald’s wet clothes, she shook her head, as water sprayed down around her. Tearing off a bit of her own skirt, she tied back up her wayward locks into a ponytail, then headed off to see Jack, and his sad attempts at making new huts. By now it was literally pouring down, and she knew it would be harder to work out in the wet, and easier to build new structures with dried out branches and strips from palms. Casting one last glance over her shoulder back at what had been her home on the island for months, she knew it was unlikely she would get to use it again. But now adept to hut construction, she was better off helping to make more. Approaching Jack, after the start of the drumming, and the way the native fauna was reacting, he must have got the impression of imminent danger or the fact they were certainly not alone on this island. ” … So, i’m going to be blunt and straight forwards with you. I think you missed telling us a small detail of this island. ” Madeline, had barely met these people, just escorted them up the beach, and offered her own lodgings and clothing. So with the drumming just starting, she knew she had questions to answer. “From my carvings on my tree, I count that I have been here on this island, about ninety days. The drumming you are hearing, happens once every thirty days.” The rain was now pouring down, she used her hand to wipe the excess water from her face, so she could see Jack properly. “I do not venture to far into the jungle. I know what I have seen, and I don’t go past the skulls.” This would be a clear indication, that the castaways were going to have to pull together and be orgainised, in the face of what the other island inhabitants may do, when they are discovered.

” You thought we wouldn’t notice right? .. a bunch of people trying to save this female in distress on island and get traped themself.. and ALL of the sudden… Drums are played .. and you have slight fear in your eyes ma’am. ” Jack said, bending down to stare directly into her eyes. She got a whiff of his nasty breath and drew back her head in disgust. Not wanting to be rude, she had to force herself not to be sick, but she did make a gagging motion. The way he spoke to her, brought up a fire from within her belly. “Its pretty hard not to notice. You all arrived here right on the day of their ceremony. Naturally you are all going to hear it, but I don’t keep a time piece to give me fair warning, except..*she pointed at her calendar tree*..counting the grooves to know.” The man seemed insufferable. Marching off to build his own hut. Snorting angrily, she placed her hands squarely on her hips. “You do just that, in the pouring rain. In the meantime, I am going to gather some fresh water. Mhm…cause believe it or not, without it, you are all going to die.” – and with that, she spun on her heel and picked up her pot, and stomped off into the jungle. <3>

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Xiangxiu : -Idrial having noticed that Grizald had already changed after she went to see how he was doing, his eyes looked wearied and flooded with the despondency of the Machiavellian seas. Although his physique looked better with the new tightly fitted clothes he wore, which looked like it had belonged to a peasant. Brown and tatty trousers with stained tee shirt made from a cheap looking cotton that was starting to fray. He needed rest, but so did everyone else on this discarded island. Idrial smiled as he was watching her and walked closer to the hut before realizing the chest. (Idrial) “Did you see any clothes in there for me? I didn’t come prepared for the island as you see.” She dropped her hand to her thighs and pulled her dress outward. Noticing he nodded, or what seemed to be a nod to Idrial, she turned into the hut and looked through the chest, throwing out old peasant’s clothes until she found a fairly new looking one, which looked like it had been worn by a female crewman who had quite some taste for finery. The collars and hems of the arms and waistline were made from a soft silk, while the interior of the blouse looking shirt was made from a soft cotton. Idrial wondered why Madeline didn’t wear this. Maybe she hadn’t looked through the chest yet. Finding a matching pair of undergarments Idrial slowly undressed from her dress and put on the light clothing that gave protection and a soothing feel against her delicate skin. It was weird, Idrial wanted to be a pirate and pirates usually got their hands dirty and didn’t care about what they wore or how their skin felt, just about the seas and their ships. But Idrial was no ordinary pirate, she was one that came with all sorts of oddities and had a perseverance about caring for her appearance.

Finally having some clarity about the way she looked she smiled faintly and looked around the hut for a string or something. Having no luck Idrial tore a piece of cloth from a shirt that was thrown on the ground and kept ripping until it looked good enough to use. She flicked her hair back and let it cascade down her back. Idrial’s hair was always straight and she had to keep waving it to the side so it wouldn’t get in her eyes, this was another thing she took perseverance in looking after, and liked it long. Tying her hair up with the newly ripped cloth, she started to feel like she was fitting in with everyone else, while remaining effortlessly beautiful. Noticing Madeline had flowers in her hut gave a brighter smile to Idrial as she plucked a frangipani with her dainty hands and placed it in her dark brown hair, the color blending in well, to radiate the features of her flawless face.

Coming to a discontinuance cessation Idrial realized she was spending way too much time on herself, feeling guilty and rude to Grizald who was probably staring blankly into the sea. (Idrial.) “You should come in here and lay down, you look like the sea got to you the most out of all of us.” She slowly placed one hand around his waist and the other around his arm and walked him inside not knowing if he could walk properly, even though he had managed to change on his own. Looking back as she did she noticed that Jack and Madeline were talking about something, and that Madeline shrugged him off like dirt as she walked towards to the jungle. Where on earth was she going with those drums about? Idrial was sure she knew Madeline had heard them before and meant danger. Trying to get an idea she took her observing over to Jack who was relentlessly pounding away a bent nail into a straight piece of wood. She took it they never considered to Parley? As Idrial tilted her head she noticed he looked somewhat angered, and it helped him concentrate on building, the hut he was working on looked like it was beginning to become stable.

Focusing her attention back to Grizald she sat him down on what looked like a hammock and pulled out her water bag, giving to him for something to drink from. (Idrial.) “Do you feel any better from when you crashed?” <e>

RazukenCarrendar : -Grizald leaned tiredly on a sturdy part of the hut. It creaked loudly. He figured it would not be best to lean on it, and instead turned his body toward the coastline, watching the strengthening waves crash upon the shallow reef. Idrial came up from behind, done hanging his clothes. (Idrial) “Did you see any clothes in there for me? I didn’t come prepared for the island as you see.” She then tugged at the worn dress that she had been wearing. He looked at her, furrowed a brow and nodded. Idrial went inside the hut and started to rifle through the chest. Grizald turned his head away from the doorway and carefully placed the leaves to the entrance in a way to obscure any prying eyes. Grizald was getting some strength back, now that he was out of those heavy and soaked clothes he was wearing earlier. The rain still poured, but since they were closer to what seemed to be a jungle, it was dryer under the canopy of the palms.

A breeze was picking up heavily, gusting and flowing aross the beach, spraying a fine mist of brine into the air. Grizald was staring into the sea, lost in himself. Empty was his mind, but he felt that all of this before him was so familiar. Idrial exited the hut, (Idrial) “You should come in here and lay down, you look like the sea got to you the most out of all of us.” Grizald did not even turn around, but simply nodded. Grizald felt Idrial’s hand reach to his waist, and then around to his arm. He felt more secure, but perhaps she was right. Grizald turned around, following her lead. A convieniently placed hammock was between two close palms, to which Idiral insisted he sit down with a light push. He sat down, and his body immediately began to tire out, wanting to sleep. Grizald almost missed what Idrial was going to say. (Idrial) “Do you feel any better from when you crashed?” Gratefully he took the bag of water that she had handed to him, and took a small swig. It was then that Grizald noticed her change of appearance.

Idrial looked different. She was no longer in a dirty and wet dress. Her figure was more defined in the new-looking blouse and bottoms. It was almost… attractive. However, Grizald kept his vision fixated on her face, which needless to say, was very pretty. He smirked and scoffed at himself, speaking in a clearer and bass tone. “Oi’d say I feel loike my ould mum beat me with a steel pan, and hit me head wit a bottle o’ Brian’s Dark Ale… Other than that, marm.. I believe I am going to be alright…” He then took another swig of the water, not having any of it fresh for many days.

MaylionCarrendar : – As jack had turned around and walked off with his fist clenched next to his body, he already seemed to regret the fact that he verbally attacked this young and still hot woman. Blaming her for the probably unknown secrets lurking in the forest wasn’t the best and nicest thing he could do. “You do just that, in the pouring rain. In the meantime, I am going to gather some fresh water. Mhm…cause believe it or not, without it, you are all going to die.” — Maybe she was right, building a hut in the pouring rain wasn’t the smartest thing at the moment but for some reason his anger lead to a decent base of his hut. After fifteen minutes of hammering on nails and blaming everyone around him for being castaway he simply made the decision to follow Madeline into the forest. The drums had been long gone but his mind kept playing the addictive beat in his head. now — now jack what did the lady told you about those drums? They were only played once every thirty days.. Strange. She also dropped the word ceremony. As jack walked in the direction Madeline went to pick up water he thought about the whole situation more carefully. Madeline had seen skulls in the forest.. maybe they should find out if these were human skulls . If they were human this situation would become a little bit more creepy. Stupid or not Jack could use his brain.. Unfortunaly he only had enough blood to let on of the two work at the same time.. Either his brain, or his package.

(Jack) ” Madeline! .. Madeline! Hold up lad! ” With his arms he pushed massive leafs out of his face while stepping over the branches in the forest. Which way did she go? The rain had nearly stopped from falling. (Jack) ” Okay — Listen up.. I’m sorry for being an dick. I know i can come across as a pervy asshole sometimes, but that’s only when Jack drank a bottle of jack. ” He smirked at his own word joke. (Jack) ” but really.. Don’t leave — .. me here.. You’re right, it’s not your fault you didn’t tell us straight away, We should become a team, work together y’know. Find out what’s happening.. ” He was turning around in circles surrounded by tree’s and tree’s… and oh surprise! MORE TREE’S. (Jack) ” OI! .. OI!! Madeline! .. Someone? .. ”

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CharlotteCarrendar : – Pushing her way through the follage, the splatt of large palm leaves smacking her when she tried to cut through the path, only made her all the more annoyed. Simmering away, you could even see the steam rising off her skin, as her skin burned with annoyance. Muttering curses under her breath, she picked up her steps, so to clear over the exposed tree roots, and fallen palm prongs. The jungle was at times a treacherous place for those that were not sure footed. Further in she went, till she reached the spot, where the monstrous leaves of elephant plants, captured much of the fallen rain, and she sat her pot down and tipped the leaves, to gain some of the water, into the it. Again and again, she continued this procedure of harnessing the clean water, only to look back over her shoulder, when she heard the loud voice of Jack, calling from closer to the shore. ” Okay — Listen up.. I’m sorry for being an dick. I know i can come across as a pervy asshole sometimes, but that’s only when Jack drank a bottle of jack. ” Stopping, Madeline rose to standing and shook her head, as Jack seemed to try and crack jokes. Typical of these sea faring folk. The castaway returned to collecting water, when again, she heard his voice, clearly, he was lost. ” but really.. Don’t leave — .. me here.. You’re right, it’s not your fault you didn’t tell us straight away, We should become a team, work together y’know. Find out what’s happening.. ” Madeline actually smiled, well, a crooked one, when Jack admitted that perhaps she was right. Course she was right, and with enough water collected, she picked up the pot, and turned back for the shore camp.

” OI! .. OI!! Madeline! .. Someone? .. ” Jack now seemed to be getting in a panic, and Madeline finally responded. “Hold ya britches, I be right there. And they say Men are supposed to be so good at tracking. Well we all know now that is a lie. I’m coming.”- Powering her way down the track, the water sloshing out of the pot, she caught him up and stared at him, looking like a drowned dog.

“Now, are you going to let me help you, or are we going to have ourselves another arguement?”<3>

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Xiangxiu : -Idrial turned to the door of the hut to see Jack walk of towards the direction of the jungle, he must’ve followed Madeline, Idrial hoped they would be safe alone in the Jungle. She turned to go after Jack to see if they would be ok, but would feel bad for leaving Grizald alone. Idrial smiled and tried to hide a faint blush at how the way his pirate like accent sounded as he spoke. From the sound of it compared to her soft voice, he was on the seas a lot longer than Idrial had been. (Grizald) “Oi’d say I feel loike my ould mum beat with a steel pan, and hit me head wit a bottle o’ Brian’s Dark Ale… Other than that, marm.. I believe I am going to be alright…” Feeling sorry for him, knowing his mother probably hit when he was younger, reminded her yet again of how her own mother was no longer here. (Idrial.) “Sounds like you might have had it rough, is that why you wanted to be a Pirate Grizald?” Trying to hide her face from Grizald as he didn’t need to see her like this, with tears painted across her face as she remembered someone else sounding like that. A man who had first met up with her in England. His name was Leonardo. He taught her so much about ships, and the seas. It was the first time Idrial had ever opened up to someone as a friend apart from good ol’ Jack. But Leo was becoming more than a friend.

The night she had remembered so well. The wind was smooth against her skin, the dark blue ocean was the same color as the sky that night. The stars and the moon lit a path straight for the course they were traveling. Idrial was telling Leonardo about why she had left to travel among the open seas. It was comforting not having to hide anymore, like she was now. Leonardo and pulled Idrial’s head to lean on his and that’s when it happened. A strong wind blew from out of nowhere, like it had near this island. Leonardo went up to the deck to try and turn the ship back onto course. Idrial cried out for him to not go out in the weather. The winds were strong enough to blow someone away. “Don’t go, please! It’s too dangerous” Idrial was holding her fingers tangled in her her, tugging the strands slightly as tears feel from her eyes. “I’ll be fine” he said, that’s all he said but it was too late before he heard her. “NOO! I don’t… I can’t.. live.. without you in my life, please, don’t leave me alone at a time like this, in a place… like this!” She fell to her knees as he opened the door to the deck, the wind picking him up off his feet as he fell overboard into the sea. He had knocked his head on the door as the wind picked him up, and feel unconscious. This is how she knew he was gone, the rest of the crew were still sleeping that night and by morning he would be long under, he was nothing but a memory.

All she remembered after that was lying on the floor of her cabin and crying until there was more tears left. After that she had never opened up to anyone, ever. It is the reason why she hasn’t even looked at any of her crew in that way, with a despondency of being hurt again. Before realizing she felt suddenly really tired and as she tried to move to let Grizald rest she was already asleep, the last tear leaving her face as her head had rested on Grizald’s chest and her hand clenched around his shirt. She must have been dreaming of that night instead of thinking of it as a memory because she didn’t even know when she rested her head or fell asleep. This was the first time since that night she felt close to being warm again, something deep inside told her she could open up again, that it was finally time to let go of the past. <e>

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RazukenCarrendar : -Idrial’s sweet voice rung out amidst the blowing wind and crashing waves of the shore. (Idrial) “Sounds like you might have had it rough, is that why you wanted to be a Pirate Grizald?” It was then that she turned her head away, her body language hiding some strong emotion. He turned his head toward the open wind, letting the lingering smell of the fresh break of the waves fill his nostrils. He thought hard, trying to get a straight answer. (Grizald) “Oi’ve only ever known sailin… Oi think I was just a normal sailin lad, and then I grew hungry for the adventurin’ ways of a Pirate! The sea has ever been me home, me companion, like ‘ow a man and ‘is wife are always lovin, and then getting mighty angry with each other.” Grizald turned his head back to her, his eyes barely staying open. All he remembered was reaching to her and saying, “It will all be ok..” The water pouch slipped from his fingers as he fell asleep. The last thing he felt was the warm tears falling from her face upon his chest. As he slept, the drums seemed to beat farther in the distance, and a distorted dream came into his mind.

It was all dark at first, as all most dreams begin. Swirls of grey and red began streaking into his vision as a blurred scene came into mind. Was this another memory? The smell of a nasty brine filled his nostrils. It was a docking bay, and he was on the pier. The sound of creaky vessels hung dimly in the night air. Kerosene lamps flickered around the harbor. Sweat creased upon his brow, and his muscles were strained. Out of the darkness came a harsh voice, “A man knows his limits, but a sailor has none! Faster!” Training for weeks, Grizald was dreaming of his younger days. Just before he turned to Piracy, he had gone through a series of strength and stamina training by a harsh officer of an English Galleon. The merchant ship was the home of a strict Quartermaster by the name of Henry. The scene of that dreary night played out in Grizald’s mind. Yet, this time he would not forget. He remembered his strength, and his stamina. He recalled his wisdom of the tricks and ways of sailing a large ship. Could this help the situation? Grizald slipped into a deeper sleep, and his vision of the dream was lost to a pitch blackness until he would wake.

Roleplay Live : Group : A Pirate’s life.

Pirates.

As the Cod piece turns.

Writers:
CharlotteCarrendar
LadyBelz

CharlotteCarrendar:- ~What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? …early in the morning..~ A very good question one might ask, if they were to witness the drunken antics of a mad Englishman, who was surrounded by sailors, going through wet ladies frilly undergarments, pulled from the deep. One pirate was quite taken with a fancy brassiere, till Moon swiped it off him and then picked up some of the other pretty frillies. “Get back to swabbing the deck…and no more dressing funny…bad enough these…things are on board!” Glaring at the other pirates, he snatched one lace corset and then marched down to his quarters, where the lovely Rachael would hopefully be resting. Opening the door, he stuck his head in, then tried to sneak in, and hang up the lacey undergarments, so that they had a chance to dry before she woke up. His entire chambers, were filled, with fancy frillies. Not exactly what you expect to see a Captain messing with. <3>

LadyBelz: Rachael was beginning to go stir crazy. Between the Captain checking on her, the doctor asking after her health and well-being every 10 minutes and Tim fawning over her like some love-sick moron, Rachael was fair-to-night ready to gut someone. She wanted out of the cabin and on the main deck, taking in the salty, sea air and feeling more wind on her face than that which came through the porthole in her quarters. She felt the ship lurch, and more-or-less heard Moon when he went stomping from the cabin and that’s when she made her move. Easing herself from the bed, she checked herself over from head to toe. There was a slight ache and pull where the doctor had sewn her up but she was on the mend. Legs shakier than a newborn colt, she headed for the wash basin and began to clean herself up. Oh it felt good to feel like a human being again! She moaned lightly when she dumped the water over her head and viciously attacked her snarled hair with the soap. Clean and dry, she took up her clothing and put them on. There were muffled shouts and thumps over her head…and was that singing she could hear? Shaking her head, she laced up her boots and strapped her pistol and cutlass to her hips. The cabin door crashed open behind her and she whirled around, pistol drawn and ready to shoot…but stayed her hand as she watched the Captain drop something on his desk. Was that a ladies corset and panties? What the hell? One eye glinted dangerously and her pistol went up once more. “Ye better be having a grand explanation for the whys and whatfors for those lace garments that be upon yer desk.” she growled.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The click of the pistols, and the sudden throwing open of the door, poor Captain Moon was caught..with incriminating items. A pair of French lace knickers fell with a splatt on his desk, and he made a slight strangled cry, more embarrassed to be even caught holding them in the first place, as opposed to having the pistols aimed at him. Her one good eye glinted at him as he realised he was surrounded by women’s undergarments. Dripping wet ones, to boot. “It’s…not what you think, Woman. I’m trying to dry them for ya.” This was sounding like he was digging his own grave, and he snatched up the lace panties and shook them in his grip. “As if I would keep this sort of thing in my cabin. Err..’ere…I can explain. It all started when..” Suddenly, Harold chorused in. “Pretty on board….Pretty on board…Moon is a Codfish…AAARRGGH..whistle!” Captain Moon threw the wet pink laceys at the parrot, and it landed on his head, causing him to flap his wings wildly and cry. “Who’s a pretty polly?” The Captain went in behind his chair, like his Lady love was about to shoot him in cold blood. “I told them…throw her over at the next port!” <3>

LadyBelz: Each word Moon spoke, the further Rachael’s anger went. Harold spouting off about another woman on board was the last straw as far as she was concerned. When she spoke, there was sharp steel in her tone, as sharp as the blade at her hip. She’d been attacked, shot at, delerious with fever for who knows how long and she was hungry! “You have to the count of three to get these…things…and whatever fekkin skirt is aboard this ship before I be shootin yer nutsack…and I don’t mean that bag sittin on the corner of your desk, either. One…” She cocked her pistol. “Two…” Her arm moved to take aim. “Thr-…”

CharlotteCarrendar:- This was becoming a tense situation. Captain Moon was not your usual Pirate to hide from a pistol totting woman, but then again, this was Rachael, and she was seriously ropeable. The poor Captain, the look of horror on his face, when she made her declaration, that she wanted the laceys, and the woman off the ship, before she counted to three…and she had started counting. In a trice, he threw open the window, after snatching up as many frilly things as he could and tossed them all out the window, into the water. With a loud splash, you heard the bundle of wet clothes hit the sea below, as the Captain rounded back to face the pistols. “THERE….gone. And..and…and…now see here..” *he raised a finger in defence.*..”One of the crew pulled the lass out of the drink…I said..’Throw her back!” But would the wily Rachael, stand for his half assed attempt to meet her demands. <3>

LadyBelz: Watching him scramble, grabbing women’s knickers left and right and shoving them out of the porthole was an amusing sight to watch. Rachael had to fight with all that she was to keep from laughing outright, lips twitching once or twice. She listened as he explained how the woman came to be aboard. She wouldn’t be on for much longer if Rachael had her say…and the jackass who dared would follow behind her. Calmly, Rachael reholstered her pistol, sat down in the chair opposite and propped her booted feet up on the desk corner. “What’s there to eat. I’m hungry enough to eat the mast and have the sails for dessert.”

CharlotteCarrendar:- Eagle eyes watched on, as that damn woman looked set to laugh now, at his antics. Great…no respect for authority. He thought to himself, as she reholstered her pistols, and promptly sat herself down on a chair, and propped her feet up on the desk, like…she was the Captain. “What’s there to eat. I’m hungry enough to eat the mast and have the sails for dessert.” The Captain’s face looked decidedly grim now, since he had acted in her best interests, and thought she might like some fancy frillies. In fact, he was half hoping to see her model them. He took a look out the window, as the undergarments floated away, leaving an odd trail behind the ship. His head whipped around and then he almost spat out the word “BAH!” and marched past her, ripping open the door and bellowing on the top of his lungs. “GET THE WOMAN A FEED OF DRY FISH AND MAKE IT SNAPPY!” He then slammed the door and thundered back over, ready to kick her boots off the table, but not quite. He then sat in his chair, and folded his arms sternly, as Cabin boy Tim rushed in and almost tripped over himself, placing a tray with a large dry fish on it before Rachael. “Here, Miss.” He smiled with a toothy grin. There were no forks, just…a fish on a plate. <3>

LadyBelz: She continued to be amused when he aimed a kick at her feet, but stopped at the last minute as if he was reminded she wasn’t fully healed just yet. And in all honesty, being upward and mobile was beginning to tire her, but she was an O’Malley, and no O’Malley worth their salt gave up at the first sign of pain or trouble. “You’re grumpier than a bear sat on a beehive. Is the rum gone?” Rachael asked lightly as Tim sat a tray of fish in front of her, giving her another of his love-sick smiles. She rolled her eyes as he began backing out of the cabin. Snatching up her dagger from her boot, she threw it with deadly precision at Tim. He felt the blade as it swept passed his head. The dull thud of the blade imbedding itself into the wall behind him had him gulping hard. He reached up to touch the side of his head, sure that she had vetted him and was relieved when he found no would. “Look again.” she told him. He turned to look and felt faint. There, beneath her blade, were several strands of stringy blond hair…his hair. He looked at her over his shoulder. “I’m old enough ta be yer sister, lad, make no mistake. And I prefer my men with a little more hair on their faces and chests. No scoot.” Tim did not need telling a second time. He threw open the door and ran screaming down the hall as if the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. Getting to her feet, she retrieved her dagger, sitting once more and using the instrument to cut into her fish. She found that the Moon had watched the exchange without a word.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Watching Tim go screaming down the hall, had the Captain well and truly irate, and not cause she tried to run a dagger though his skull, but more about how she fancied men, not boys. She had to mention she liked em with hair on their chests, and their faces. Truth was, Captain Moon, had no hair on his chest, not a single one, not even in his belly button. He started to grumble in what was like the coming eruption of a geyser or a volcano. He was a man with balls so blue from lack of sex, you would think they were dipped in blue ink. “Ya say ya prefer the men…Ha!…I be men..and ya don’ be caring for the likes of me. Nooo…you like that shit head, Pirate King. BAH!…Just cause he has a woolly mat of hair on his chest, and those dimples. Poncey git.” He then pointed at her. “Eat ya fish!” He got up from his chair, and stomped, yes stomped out the door, after the screaming boy. <3>

LadyBelz: Rachael stared after him, a piece of fish partway to her mouth as he went storming up to the deck. The Pirate King? Why in the seven hells of Hades would he think she had any sort of feelings for that big-headed, egotistical, womanizing son of a gutterfish, who’s only redeeming qualities apparently ran down his mother’s leg? Deeply offended, Rachael remained where she was, finishing her fish with the rum that had been left on the table. There was no way she was going to go soothe Moon’s ruffled feathers. She had a hard enough couple of weeks and just wanted to heal. She had some killing to do and was itching to get her revenge for her family. “Bah! Men…never understand them.” she muttered to herself. “MEN ARE CUCKOO…CUCKOO IN THE HEAD…SQUAWK!” screeched Harold from his perch in the corner. Rachael pegged a roll at him and he went screeching out after Moon.

CharlotteCarrendar;- Up on the top deck, the Captain thundered out, while all around the crew were working hard, to ensure the ship was…ship shape. From scrubbing the decks, to maintaining the ropes, ensuring all the loose cargo was secure, and not in harm’s way from a Captain on the warpath. His muscular arms pumped back and forth, and as he climbed the stairs to the top most point of the ship, to where the first mate, was steering, Captain Moon gripped his hat, and jerked it so it sat firmly upon his head. The Captain snapped his head towards the first mate, who almost trembled and soiled his pants, at the dark look on the Captain’s face. “Cap’n?” He asked, afraid of having his ear explode from the coming roar of the Captain. But instead, the Captain asked in a loud voice. “How ruddy long before we get to port?…I don’t want to spend another minute with that….sea witch of a woman below. Ungrateful…*he then said a lot of things, that would turn a sailor to blush, while some of the other crew chuckled, one even guffawed, till the Captain spun around and shot him a glare that would kill a man.* “I WANT SOME RUM!!” She was driving him to drink. His pride hurt, and his emotional state questionable, he stood with arms folded, before taking out his looking glass, and searching the horizon for the sign of land. They weren’t going to get to port soon enough. <3>

LadyBelz: Finished with her dinner and leaving her plate and cup where they sat, she slowly made her way to the deck. The men were running about, making sure the ship was running well and she spotted Moon standing near his first mate, his expression as dark as his hat. Angry herself, she turned in the opposite direction, making her way to the bow of the ship. Many of the men attempted to speak to her, but a fierce glare from her turned them back to their duties. She sat at the bow, leaning against the elegantly carved tailfin of the sea serpent that was the ship’s mascot. The wooden carving stretched out over the bow, around and across the bowsprit, boom and flying jib, the large head pointing out to sea. She was perched (more or less) recklessly on the edge, one leg casually bent the other stretched out along the wooden railing. Careful of her still healing wound, she rested an elbow on her upturned knee and sighed. She had missed this, being out in the open air, viewing the seas as it lead them home. A pair of dolphins jumped through the waves left in the ships wake and she couldn’t help but smile at their antics. Despite the brisk breeze, she remained as still as a statue, neither acknowledging the others of the crew nor her own still fragile state, her thoughts in turmoil as she went back over the events of the past weeks and her attitude toward Moon. “What a mess.” she murmured aloud, her words carried away by the wind. She wondered how much longer it was until they reached Isladel Mar Negro, a pirate’s home turf? She needed to get away from everyone and do some thinking about her life…and her future…

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Ship’s doctor, was also doing his work, tending to a sailor’s ankle, when he spotted the beautiful Rachael, come up from below, and then head in the opposite direction to that of the Captain. It didn’t take a Rhode scholar to figure out that the pair had been at it again. Then again, when weren’t they? Patting the sailor’s ankle that was bandaged nicely, the Doctor rose and then pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose, before sauntering up towards the front of the ship, while hearing Rachael say to the wind “What a mess.” The Ship’s Captain was a learned man, and had served in the royal houses, but alas, his love of gambling, and women, had cost him much in his younger years, and the next thing he knew, after a drunken game of cards, he wound up on board the Devil’s Mystery, to serve the Captain and crew, through all their voyages and adventures. Not that he didn’t like the sea faring life; it was the temper of the Captain that ended up giving everyone a headache. With one boot raised up and planted on a small cargo box, he lent his forearm across his knee, and stared out past where Rachael was keeping her stare trained. “Real mess you were, Miss back at that port. You’re lucky to be alive…I suggest when we reach port, maybe you make something of this second chance. You don’t belong on this ship, anymore than I do.” He said with concern. <3>

LadyBelz: Very aware that someone stood next to her, Rachael tried to ignore the presence…until he spoke. “Real mess you were, Miss back at that port. You’re lucky to be alive…I suggest when we reach port, maybe you make something of this second chance. You don’t belong on this ship, anymore than I do.” He said with concern. She snorted. “I’ve been at this life since I was a young gurl of 10 and 3. Tis all I know, now. I’ve naught the skills fer anything else, and ta be honest with ye, I don’t want ta do anything else. Despite appearances,” Rachael turned to look over her shoulder at the men running about and the Captain at the helm, “this be me family now.” Rachael passed a glance over the doctor before turning back to ea. “She calls to me like no one’s ever had before. I’d be a fool ta give her up. Surely you understand that, eh?” And if he didn’t, it would be even harder to explain…if she could have been a mermaid, she would live in the sea for eternity and never get bored with her.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Ship’s Doctor nodded with a half cock of the head to the right. He understood her stance, but still he could not help but be concerned. One part of her small speech did make him look back at the crew and smile. “this be me family now.” Interesting way to view a bunch of scruffy, smelly and bad mannered pirates. Few would ever regard them as family, but he understood the sentiment. He had not been seafaring any length of time that was close to her own, so in a way, it was hard for him to comprehend. He did however lean forward, and say under his breath, so as not to raise the suspicions of the crew about the truth of their ill tempered Captain, who was at this time, struggling to get the cork out of a bottle of rum. “He was a right state, Miss. Those days when you were gripped by the fever. Never seen a man so devoted to his…-coughs- yes. He would gut and fillet me, for speaking of such with you, Miss.” With that, he pushed off on his knee, and then turned to head back to write in his journal, leaving Rachael to her thoughts and the sea. <3>

LadyBelz: “He was a right state, Miss. Those days when you were gripped by the fever. Never seen a man so devoted to his…-coughs- yes. He would gut and fillet me, for speaking of such with you, Miss.” And with that cryptic statement, the doc turned and wandered away. Rachael stared after him, her eyes wide with some unnamed emotion. Her gaze slowly roamed toward Moon, watching him carefully. Was it possible? Her thoughts were a mass of confusion. After a time, she shook her head. “No…no…no…no bleeding way.” she murmured, her gaze involuntarily roaming back to Moon, who’d finally gotten the rum bottle open and was swigging it down, most of it missing his mouth and soaking into his shirt and jacket. Was the doctor right? Never one to sit idle in the face of a mystery, Rachael schooled her expression into one of indifference and got gingerly to her feet. The cold sea air had done wonders to clear her head, but her still healing body was feeling its effects as her muscles had gone stiff. She slowly made her way to the stern and Moon’s side, nodding to the men as she passed them by. Tim was working with a bucket and a scrub brush and eyed her warily as she approached. Without pausing in her walk, she ruffled his hair and gave him a small smile, her away of apologizing for her temperament earlier. He smiled in return and all was forgiven. She took her time on the stairs, winded from that fair amount of exercise by the time she reached the helm. She nodded at the first mate with a small smile before standing a little ways behind Moon. She remained silent, a shadow so-to-speak, and waited.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The taming of the Sea, is a feat believed to be only capable by the trident of Poseidon. However, the Doctor had performed a greater feat, for the calming of the wily Rachael, was done so, with the skill of a craftsman, in the manipulation of words, to cast the Captain in a new light. One of a caring man, not the rum swilling angered Sea dog, who was now slamming the cork back in his rum bottle, and tossing it over his shoulder, only to be caught on the fly by a well trained crew member. With his only eye able, due to the patch on his right, he witnessed the tenderness of his Rachael, as she ruffled the Cabin boy’s hair with her hand. A gesture to show that she had cooled that temper, somewhat. The Captain then stared down at the lower deck, where the ship’s doctor did a small nod, and went below. ~Why that crafty son of a bitch?~ The Captain thought to himself. He then wondered if he was the one that pioneered the technique to calm a woman with that small steam powered dildo contraption, that was all the rage in the last major shipping port. He was so glad now, he won the Doctor in that card game. Fancy betting himself, to pay his debts. Heh. But back to the standing of the Captain at the helm. He glanced down to note his shirt covered in rum, then dabbed his fingers on the wet cloth and patted behind his ears, to ensure the rum smell lingered in hotter places. Maybe he did that to spite, who knew, but the first mate got a whiff and was jealous. At that moment, the boy in the crow’s nest cried out loudly. “LAND HO!” to which the entire crew looked up from their stations, as the mountain silouhette could be seen above the horizon. “About…bleeding time. SMETT. Full sail. Get this ship to port…fast as she goes.!” The First mate started yelling orders to the crew, as the sails billowed to full and the ship tore through the waves at greater speed. Captain Moon glanced at Rachael, and then said gruffly. “You get your wish…we be ta port soon.” <3>

LadyBelz: “LAND HO!” came the cry moments later. Rachael glanced out over the horizon and saw the dark silhouette of the mountains of Isla del Mar Negra. Black Sea Island…if there wasn’t an appropriate name for an island then she didn’t know. She looked back at the Captain as he spoke to her in a gruff voice. “You get your wish…we be ta port soon.” It sounded to her like a dismissal. She opened her mouth to reply, but hadn’t a clue what to say. The words seemed to be stuck in her throat. She bowed her head and nodded, turning away before he could see the sheen of tears in her eyes. She didn’t understand why his casual dismissal hurt her. It shouldn’t hurt at all. She was made of sterner stuff. She’s was a Pirate for God’s sake! She took a moment to gather herself together, taking deep calming breaths until the urge to cry had passed. Her eyes were (thankfully!) dry when she turned back around. “How long will we be a-port…sir?” she asked, proud that her voice, and her gaze upon his remained steady. Her heartbeat sounded loud to her own ears and was surprised it didn’t beat its way right out of her chest. She decided then and there, that once they reached port, she was going to drink herself silly. Damn the consequences!

CharlotteCarrendar:- The port was filled with all manner of ships; Pirate vessels from all over the seven seas. From the orient, to the Caribbean, there was a gathering of the sea dogs, and of all the ships to be already in the port. The one that stood out from all others: the Serpent’s curse. The First mate saw the colours, and the markings first and then swallowed. “Oh…heck.” it was the Pirate King himself, and of all the Captains that sailed the seven seas, there was no one Captain Moon hated more than him. Course, the Captain was paying heed to the proud Rachael, who took his words as they were meant. He needed a break from her, as much as she did him. The Captain was at his wits end to please her, after the folly of the sodden undergarments, he had the crew hand pluck from the sea. The First mate coughed, and then the Captain turned his attention back to the approaching port. “The…err…Cap’n..you might want to be looking at the..err…” The Captain appeared confused, and took out his eye glass, only to see what the First mate was frightened to say. “THAT TWISTED..LIMP DICKED, DOUBLE CROSSING…NO GOOD…PIECE OF SEAGULL SHIT!” The first mate nodded…”Aye…it be him.” The Captain stormed down from the helm and roared at his crew. “Look lively….get this ship to port…I need more rum!” He thundered around, hollering orders, as the ship sailed past the others in the small harbour. Was this his way of dealing with being seen by the other Captains, and that cock head King, as a rough and ready Captain who was merciless even to his own crew? Fair to say…he was putting on one hell of a performance, as they finally dropped anchor. On the Serpent’s curse, it was a jolly good time, as the Pirate King was up the mast, on one of the rigging, singing. “I AM THE PIRATE KING…*his crew all chorused*…HE IS THE PIRATE KING! HURRAH!” Oh…this was going to be bad. <3>

LadyBelz: Hearing Moon curse and swear, Rachael looked over his shoulder at its cause and audibly groaned. “Bleedin hell! He’s here?” The last person Rachael ever wanted to see. The Bleedin Pirate King and his merry band of morons. She pinched the bridge of her nose as the bawdry singing of The Pirate King and his mates reached her ears. “Yes, I’m definitely going to need that bloody drink after this.” she mumbled. She shoved the first mate out of the way and began to direct the ship to the docks, picking a spot far enough away from The Serpent’s Curse and her idiot King. Once The Devil’s Mystery was tied down, Rachael was the first one off, stalking down the gangplank and praying to whatever God was listening that no one stopped her, or noticed her. She was going to drop off her things at her modest little home through the jungles before going to the taverns for some much needed ale.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The ship lurched as Rachael took the helm. The Captain was near knocked off his feet, the parrot Harold even fell off his perch, and squawked loudly, while the crew practically rolled across the deck. Even cannon balls were going sailing across the timbers. The commotion did catch the eye of one very horny and smarmy Pirate King, who with one hand holding onto a rope, took out his eye glass, and zeroed in on…..”Rachael!” The entire crew on the Serpent’s curse, all saw the arrival of the Devil’s mystery in something that was very comical, as Captain Moon was seen to rise from the floor, his hat crooked and eye rolling around as the ship was parked at the wharf. ~SLAM~ went the plank and she strode to shore, without so much as a ‘see you around’ to the crew, who were all shaken by her sailing antics. But…the Pirate King, he was more than ready and with a wink and a smile, he grabbed a rope and swung out, then a full on triple somersault back flip and neat tuck, he straightened to land right before the gorgeous Pirate lass, and planted his hands squarely on his hips, as he said with a loud snort, and whipping off his hat, to bow, low, scrapping his long red locks on the timber deck. “Meeee lady. A sight you are to behold. My…Queen of the seas. You came back for me.” He then reached for her hand, to kiss the back of, while on the Devil’s Mystery, Captain Moon’s face….turned to the colour of a tomato. “CREW…I’m….going ashore.” The crew all nodded and watched as the Captain bounded down the gang plank, and straight past the spectacle of the Pirate king and his Rachael. Though, he made sure he was heard when he said. “Need a bigger net to catch crabs….Maureen!” yes…he knew the Pirate King, had a girl’s name. <3>

LadyBelz: Before she could make good her escape, The Pirate King himself executed some crazy, flamboyantly gay move, landing in front of her and cutting off her only avenue of escape. “Meeee lady. A sight you are to behold. My…Queen of the seas. You came back for me.” he exclaimed, grabbing her hand to kiss. Moon took that moment to stride by, snarling like a hibernating bear. “Need a bigger net to catch crabs…Maureen!” Rachael really wanted to laugh at the look of stunned outrage on The Pirate King’s face, but she was feeling a might outraged herself at Moon’s careless comments. She yanked her hand from Maureen’s with a scowl and called after Moon, “I’ll cut out yer tongue and feed it to the sharks, ye one-eyed bow-legged, sorry son of a sea dog! Never speak ta me again! And you!” she looked at Maureen, her single eye sparking with anger, “Go soak yer head, ya bleedin’, worm-riddled, monkey’s hairy arse!” And with that, she shoved The Pirate King with all her might. As he was standing on the edge of the docks, it was simply a matter of gravity collecting what was rightly its due and dunking the overbearing arse into the sea. Not bothering to see if her push bared fruit, she stomped away through the trees and away from the men who lived to cause her all manner of aggravation. She was in a right state when she reached her little cabin in the woods. Usually she enjoyed the solitude the location gave her, but she was in a high state of anger, slamming open the door in a rage and causing her cat, Mr Pibbs to take cover under the bed. “Men! The devil take the lot o’ ye!” she shouted into the air, unaware her voice carried its echo to the docks.

CharlotteCarrendar:- That moment, when the Pirate King hit the water, brought a cheer from the Pirates on the Devil’s mystery and a collective gasp from the gay crew on board the Serpent’s Curse. Moon, couldn’t have given a shit, and Harold, he flew down and promptly jettisoned a small gift to the flailing Maureen; Pirate King. Captain Moon had the face…of well…Imagine a large tiger’s ass, all pursed and puckered. He was livid. How dare she call him all that filth, right in front of every crew that had pillaged the high seas for the past fifty years or more. Down in the waters, the Pirate King was not doing to well, since his weighted purse and guns, along with his fancy belt were weighing him down. “Help!…I’m drowning!” ~glub glub~ Moon leaned over the pier and sung out. “You have to go under to the water to catch crabs, ya gay Ponce!” The crew of the Serpent’s curse, all valiantly tried to lower a boat down to the sinking Captain, while Moon simply strolled up the pier. Rachael had fled to the hills, and probably a good thing too. Captain Moon had one place he wanted to go. The nearest Inn for rum and a card game. <3>

LadyBelz: The Drunken Jackal was situated near the wharf and was run with quiet efficience by Mary Margaret Cathleen O’Breenan. An Irish lass with hair as red as burning fire and bright green eyes, Mary was the only survivor of a ship of Irish immigrants that had gotten caught out at sea during a hurricane. She had been saved by a passing pirate ship and brought to Isla del Mar Negro when she was 24 years of age. The former nun quickly adapted to life in the tropics and opened her inn a few years later. Hers was a successful venture and she tolerated no bullshit in her Inn. If one wanted to fight, they took it outside or she’d have to get involved. It was nearing dusk and the place was busier than ever as more pirates made their way home. She was wiping down tables and collecting glasses and drink orders and food orders when she spotted the elusive Captain James Moon storming in, immediately demanding a bottle of Mary’s best rum and pulling one of the serving girls into his lap as she was passing by. Mary frowned, sure as shit that Moon had been with that Rachael gal a short time ago. She looked around. And what was this? Rachael herself sitting at the end of the bar, a shot glass beneath her fingers as she stared off at nothing, the expression on her face murderous. Mary looked between Moon and Rachael, wondering what the hell was going on. She continued her way around the Inn until she was in front of Rachael, who had just knocked back her third shot of whiskey. “Another.” she demanded, slamming the glass down. Mary waved away her barkeep and poured the shot herself. Rachael stared down at the amber liquid as if it held the secrets of the universe. “Something wrong, lass?” she asked. Rachael shook her head and downed her shot. Mary poured another. “Seems ta me there is.” she hedged. “And it seems ta me, ye should mind yer tongue, lessin’ ye want it to be cut from yer head.” Rachael snapped. Mary arched an eyebrow at the woman, surprised at the vehemence. She refilled the glass and watched as Rachael stared at Moon and Mary’s serving wench from the corner of her eye before glaring at her glass once again. *Trouble in Paradise* Mary thought to herself. She left the bottle of whiskey near Rachael’s arm and went about her job, keeping an eye on the young woman, who was clearly heartbroken over something if the not-so-covetous glances at James Moon were anything to go by.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Oh it was the setting for a scene of “Lost lovers in Paradise….NOT” as the angered Moon, used the bar wench as a shield to his bruised ego more than the fact he actually wanted the barnacle laden skank on his knee. The rum delivered and he popped the cork with his teeth, spitting it venomously across the room, while the door to the establishment burst open with a still wet Pirate King and his horde of merry men. The Pirate King surveyed the room, and then took in that Rachael was seated by herself, scowling into a glass whilst Moon was enjoying (maybe) the spoils of some busty lovely. Oh this was the perfect time to make a move for the fair hand of the buxom Rachael, and he took off his hat, slapping it to the chest of one of his crew, as he strode over, and then stood, showing off the masterpiece of a codpiece, that was sticking up in the air, like an Indian elephant in love with a moose. “Thanks to you…I have now washed off the crud of the last voyage, and smell sweeter than Queen Betsy’s armpit. Ahh…you still have a way with men, Fair Rachael.” He rapped the bar with his ringed hand and asked the Inn keeper; Mary for a glass of whiskey, as he attempted to mount the bar stool beside her. “You haven’t changed a bit, not even with the sun’s kiss on your bare shoulders.” Overhearing this, Moon let out a loud laugh, and tried to pretend he was enjoying himself. “A piece of gold to smell your sweet….-cough-…got a room close by?” he was trying to make Rachael jealous…But would it work?<3>

LadyBelz: Rachael rolled her eyes as the self-proclaimed Pirate King sat down at her side. She pretended that Moon’s comments did not affect her, when in reality, she just wanted to bawl like a baby. *Stiff upper lip, Rache.* She sighed. “Ya smell like the back end of a donkey that’d just taken a shite.” Rachael stated with calm dignity. The inn patrons around her all started to laugh at that. “Away with ye, Maureen. Ya needn’t be trying to get in me skirts this day for I have no use for ye…or ye codpiece.” With a haughty sniff, she grabbed her glass and her bottle of whiskey and moved to a table in the back corner, away from everyone. Once look around, and she wished she had stayed at the bar as she had a direct view across to Moon’s table and him pawing the serving wench like a dog with a bone. Shoving her glass away, she took up the bottle and started drinking the whiskey straight, feeling the burn all the way down to her toes.

CharlotteCarrendar:- For the patrons in the Inn, this was turning into something of a Pirate soap opera, with all the main players, making moves that would win an Emmy on any prime time network, but back to the action. Old Moon was not as dumb or short-sighted, to see that his act for the rights to bed the bar wench, had made their mark on Rachael, and her rejection of the Pirate king, just added to his prize. But…when he saw the look on her face, the way she was about to down an entire bottle of whiskey in one go…he suddenly stopped pawing the exposed breasts of the barmaid. Damn that woman! Moon thought to himself, as the Pirate King had moved on to trying to tickle under the chin of Mary, to soothe his wounded pride. “Oh Mary..care to polish me, like you do the bar top. I see you got hands that were meant for stroking a man to pleasure.” The crew of the Devil’s mystery all filed in, and they too saw the Captain seated with some bar tart and they all grumbled, for they thought of the Captain and Rachael to be a match made in heaven. The barmaid whispered something into Moon’s ear giggling, and he then looked shocked. “YOUR NAME’S TOM?!” Yes…he had just been feeling up a trannie. He quickly shoved the broad off his knee and acted like he had just touched a dead octopus. “What is with this world? Why can’t I get a real woman on my lap?” This brought laughter from Maureen, who chortled. “Been asking that question about you for years…Moon! Ahahahahaa!” <3>

LadyBelz: Mary was no slouch when it came to fending off the more amorous Pirate lords. She slapped the man’s hands away from her and scowled. “You keep yer roamin hands to yourself, Maureen Seamus Lucille Mckennan, if’n’ ye know what’s good fer ya!” Hearing The Pirate King’s full name caused everyone in the bar to break out in laughter as Maureen’s face went red as red as a tomato. Rachael ignored all of this as she watched Moon shove the bar wench from his lap as his own crew chuckled. She was feeling lightheaded and dizzy and a tad bit brave with the whiskey coursing through her system. Taking one last swig, she set the bottle down, missing the table completely. It smashed to the floor as she stumbled to her feet. Wiping her hand across her mouth, she stumbled her way across the bar, helped along by others when she walked (more like fell) into them. The crew of The Devil’s Mystery slowly fell silent as she made their way toward them. “You!” she drunkenly exclaimed, pointing at James. “I wanna talk ta ya. Tell yer little bar tart ta get lost.” She waved a hand over her shoulder, nearly knocking over another servant who had a tray full of drinks in her hands. The woman, though was a pro at dodging drunken people and went into a squat. The momentum of her swing turned Rachael around until her back was toward Moon. She looked around. “Where’d he go? The lout! Couldn’t even hang around to talk with me? The arse.” She hiccuped and giggled before turning around once more and spying Moon still sitting at the table he had claimed. “You!” she pointed, nearly falling backward. A man who had been sitting behind her, quickly righted her before she fell but she took no notice. “Where’d ye come from? We haven’t had our…condens…compens…talk yet!” She giggled again before her attention was caught by her hands. “Ooo. I have 20 fingers!” she giggled. Not one of the crew nor Moon himself had ever seen Rachael this drunk before. It was kind of amusing in a pitiful kind of way. She glanced up at Moon again. “Yer eyes sparkle, dinna ye know? I fink it’s sexy.” she smiled. Using the table for support, she made her way around the table until she was standing at Moon’s side. “Do ya hate me?” she wondered, sounding so sad and pathetic, it made a heart bleed.

CharlotteCarrendar:- It was like one of those dance hall scenes, where everyone was moving in a choregraphed dance, that had the drunken Rachael make her way awkwardly, yet safely through the crowd, as she descended upon Moon, with all the gusto of a Pirate Queen, that she was in reality. Everyone had heard of the wild tales, of Rachael, and now to see her…drunk, was a new experience, even for the old Sea dog Moon. “I wanna talk ta ya. Tell yer little bar tart ta get lost.” She demanded, and Captain Moon replied. “I dropped him soon as I felt his balls….see? Nothing on me. Now you be calming ya self, Woman!” The crew of the Devil’s mystery all gawked and then their heads all turned in unison back to Rachael, who was being assisted to standing by another patron she nearly fell on. It was like Wimbledon. . “You!” Another collective gasp and head turn to the Captain, and the Captain responded. “Get on with it Woman.” Heads turned back to Rachael. “Yer eyes sparkle, dinna ye know? I fink it’s sexy.” This brought on raucous laughter and the Captain saw red…at his men. “Grab a bleeding wench and rum…and go enjoy yourselves, before I demand we set sail again!” The crew scurried, as he reached for Rachael, and drew her upon his lap. For a moment, he just sat there, like the little cogs in his mind, were trying to grind out something that wasn’t acid like and hateful. Truth was he loved her…just hated showing it. “No…” he said simply, interlocking his fingers with hers. “No…I don’t. You know me feelins’…Ya do.” <3>

LadyBelz: She punched him in the shoulder…or tried to anyway, but her aim was due to the amount of whiskey she’d drunk. “That’s the problem with ye. Ye dinna tell me yer feelin’s! How am I ta know them if’n’ ye don’t tell em to me?” she demanded. “Is it to much ta ask ta be honest with me?” she wondered. Before he could answer, she put a palm on his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “Can ya not see it in me own eyes, the love I feel fer ye, ya daft git?” She wouldn’t remember her actions on the morrow, but for now, she did what she’d wanted to do for some time, she bent down and kissed him…

CharlotteCarrendar: – If ever there was a moment, you had waited your whole life to see, it was the Captain being kissed by his beloved Rachael. Sure..she was out of her mind with drink, but to the crew and patrons of the Inn, this was the most romantic moment to be spoken about for years. Every word she uttered, the entire room hung on, for you could not hear a pin drop. Oh no, no one was going to miss this. As she planted her lips on his, the crew all cheered and applauded, even the Pirate King, knew when he was beat, and shouted all the crews drinks on him. The pianola player started to whip up a tune, that had many raise a tankard and sway to songs of home, and the joys of a Pirate life……..Meanwhile….out in the open waters off the coast, a fleet of her Majesty’s finest was sailing for the port. On the top deck, the vile and notoriously pompous Lord Shammersmoth, held in his hands the wanted posters, of several pirates…including….Rachael. “Steady she goes…” The Lord said with an evil glint in his eye. There was about to be trouble in the pirate’s paradise. <3>

Roleplay Live : Group : A Pirate’s Life.

Pirates

In the Arms of a Pirate.

Writers:
LadyBelz
CharlotteCarrendar.

LadyBelz: It was very late the next day…or early depending on how you looked at things. The sun shining through the window of her small little hut pierced her eyelids, stabbing painfully into her retinas. With a groan, she turned her head away from the light…only to feel her stomach start to do a barrel roll. “I will never touch another drop of alcohol ever again.” she moaned, swallowing back the nausea with Herculean effort. But it was a near thing. She sat up slowly, eyes squinting against the sunlight and waited for the room to stop spinning. And who started the bongo drums in her head? She dropped her head between her knees and waited to die. “What the hell did I do last night?” she murmured. She had vague memories of fending off an amorous advance of a faceless man wearing a gigantic codpiece…of Moon molesting some bar wench…and after that, her memory was kind of foggy. “What did I do?” she asked herself once more.

CharlotteCarrendar: – And of course, down the docks on the Devil’s Mystery it was business as usual, as the crew took the time to load new supplies on board the vessel, while Captain Moon looked decidedly different. For one, he was not wearing his hat…or his shirt. The summer heat had started early, and the glare of the Sun’s rays beat down upon his tattooed back, as he worked upon the deck, assisting his crew in moving the large barrels on board. He was no stranger to a hard day’s work and knew it was best to get a start on early, before the real heat of the day hit. The ship’s doctor happened to stroll past on the wharf, and chuckled to see the Captain dressed in such a manner, but first thing he wanted to ask was the state of the fair Rachael. “Morning Captain…I take it things went rather well at the Inn. What with the kissing and cuddling. You er…didn’t spend the night with her, did you?” Captain Moon didn’t even bat an eyelid, or stop from hauling up another box on the load. “You ever shagged a woman so drunk, she never even knew her name, lad?” The Doctor dwelled on this for a moment, and then shook his head. “No Captain…I have not.” The Captain shrugged and said..”Me either, Doc..me either.” The Doctor laughed and continued up the gang plank, as the other members of the crew continued to do their work. <3>

LadyBelz: Rachael stumbled into the noon-day sun and instead of heading left to the docks, where she could hear the echoes of many a pirate working to replenish their ship’s stocks, she headed right to a small waterfall that she often utilized. Not even bothering to remove her clothing, just wanting to soothe her aching head, she jumped into the water. The cool water helped like nothing else could as she floated to the surface. Like a mermaid breaching the waves, she tossed her hair back, flinging water over herself like a small rain shower. Smiling a little, she swam to the shoreline and removed her soggy clothing, tossing it over the rocks to dry. Pushing herself back into the water, she floated a while on her backside, eyes closed. A parrot squawked somewhere over head and she sat up, glancing around the tree line shrewdly. She wouldn’t put it past one of the leaches to spy on her when she least expected it. Hearing nothing, she swam for the waterfall, pulling herself from the water with little effort. She tilted her head back, running her fingers through her hair beneath the massaging water, moaning a little in delight. She would have loved to stay here, it was the only home she’d known since she was 13…but the call of the open sea was a heady thing and she couldn’t imagine her life without it…and without the enigmatic Captain James Moon. She smiled a little as she thought of the man. He wasn’t someone she could imagine her mother approving of…but she felt as if her mother would have understood her fascination with the man. She did love him…she was woman enough to admit that to herself. But she had to wonder if that love was returnable. She’d take a wait and see attitude. She turned her thoughts away from her Captain and toward her stepfather. The man needed to die. She just needed to get close enough to do it. But how?

CharlotteCarrendar:- Many of the boxes of trade, had actually been accumulated with the winnings at the card tables, and one certain Pirate King fell foul of Captain Moon’s superiority at playing poker. The Pirate King himself, was up and about, walking briskly about the top deck of his ship, wearing red undergarments, with frilly lace edges. The fact he was actually taking his morning stroll in such attire was laughable, well at least to the crew of the Devil’s Mystery. On the Devil, they were manly men, not faggotty gibbets like the poncy Captain Maureen. A few sniggered and nudged each other, casting a look at the gay looking Captain. One even wolf whistled, much to the Pirate King’s dismay. “You…you lot cut that out.” Captain Moon snorted and then tied off the last rope, before wiping his sweaty brow, and retying his red bandana head wrap. “Right…I be off to see what that woman is up to this morning. No doubt, she has her head between her legs, and bringing up the night’s ale.” The crew nodded and a chorus of “Aye Cap’n” as he strode down the gang plank, only to be thrown a shirt, from one of the crew, which he haphazardly threaded on his arms as he walked. But, as he passed a stack of barrels, a crew member from one of the smaller vessels, came out behind him, and then squinted back at the Devil’s Mystery. He slowly took out a piece of parchment, and it had a drawn picture of Rachael. He then skulked along behind at a distance, to not be noticed, in the crowds on the wharf. :: Further up ahead, the Captain approached her tiny cabin, and rapped on the door with his knuckles. “Rachael…luv…you up?” he said in a soft a voice as he could muster. No answer came from within. Concerned, he peeked in the window, and there was no sign of her. “Hmm?” he scratched his forehead, then wondered, had she gone for swim in the nearby lagoon. Striding in the direction of the small rock pool, he disappeared into the jungle, with the man in black, sneaking along behind. Sure enough, Captain heard the tell tale moan, of his lady. He started to creep, then brushing back a large elephant leaf palm, he caught sight of his beauty..washing in the rock pool. For a moment, he was awestruck by her beauty, then he rose up and donged his head on a low lying branch. “OUCH!!” Birds flew away startled, as it was clear, he had been heard. <3>

LadyBelz: She was unused to having her solitude disturbed but the sudden cry of pain and birds flying away in screeches caused her to startle. With a shout, she slipped off of the rock she had been sitting on and into the lagoon with a splash. She came up sputtering and coughing, looking more like a drowned rat than a sea goddess. She brushed her hair from her face and turned to glare at the one who had disturbed her peace. Seeing Captain Moon standing in the trees, rubbing his head, her face flamed and she slipped into deeper water, covering herself from his gaze. “What the hell are you doing? Spying on me?” she scowled.

CharlotteCarrendar: – “What? Me spying? Bah..why would I spy on you fer?” The Captain was back to his rollicking best, and giving her as good as she gave him. “Ya shouldn’t be swimming when yur drunk…are you mad? Look at ya..all bedraggled like I be towing ya behind the Devil.” Course, right before she fell off the rock…she looked like the very siren, that sang to the sailors and brought them crashing into the rocks. Another reason in his books, not to trust women. He frowned, and then realized he was staring at her and turned around, arms folded. “Well…get some clothes on, or am I walking back to the Devil, me self?” <3>

LadyBelz: /Insufferable beast!/ She grumbled. He intruded on her solitude and had the nerve to berate her for it? “Daft man!” she grumbled as she swam for shore. Her head was feeling much better but she was angrier than a nest of disturbed hornets. She stomped over to her clothes and jerked them on, mumbling all the while. “I must be daft meself to be in love with ya, ya right bastard! And I’ll have you know, I am not drunk!” She stated out loud for him to hear before pulling her dress on over her head. Once she got her clothing situated, she took up her skirts and stomped up to him. “And I can look after meself, James Moon, and don’t ye be fergettin it! And to think I thought meself in love with ya! I must have been drunk or partway into me cups to even think of givin ya me heart! Me mum be rollin in her grave most like to see her little girl brought so low! I honestly don’t know where me head was at! Saints be praised!” she ranted and raved, walking around him in as small of a circle of his personal space as she could get. Oh was she angry! Once again, he trod all over her feelings without seeming to care and it hurt, but she wasn’t going to show him that pain. Oh he didn’t deserve to know that his comments hurt. She stopped in front of him, and without warning, she moved to punch him in the nose.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Now, you have all kinds of things about a woman that is deemed attractive to some men. Some prefer the submissive and dutiful woman, who cow tows to their man, bringing him his meal, ale and kisses his long toe nails. Then you have the shy, introverted, and knock kneed variety; a wallflower if you will. THEN you have the sexy and bossy ones, with voices so loud, and demands so great…think they are the Queens of Sheba. But lastly…you have the strong willed, angry, acid spitting, fury of a woman that was all rolled up in one adorable and feisty package. Moon’s Rachael. Oh how he tried to keep his back turned to offer her some dignity. Yes, he had berated her, but only cause she started on him once again. But the moment, she got going on the Mother of all rants, he turned, and watched her like she was the very Goddess Athena, ready to go to war. Her chest rising and falling sharply…every word, said with such emotion and feeling, that he almost had his breath stolen from him. On and on, she went, round and round…like a mesmerizing dance, that had him hypnotised…right up to the moment when she shouted. “Saints be praised!” She drew back her right arm and swang at him, and though she was fast, he was faster, snatching her wrist, with his left hand, right before it could make its mark. Dragging her hand down, and closing the gap, he reached around behind her head, and brought her in, for the kiss…the kiss that would shut her up..and one that would make the bloomers fall off a bar wench in a heartbeat. It was passion…fire…it was love…<3>

LadyBelz: She almost had him! She growled in frustration as he grabbed her swinging arm and pinned it behind her waist. She was ready to yell at him again when he dragged her into himself, his free hand on the back of her head and pulled into the mother of all kisses. She was stunned for all of a moment before she felt herself sinking into his embrace, a small moan of pleasure trapped in the back of her throat. “What was this?” she wondered to herself. “Where did this come from?” Not one to shy away, she wrapped her other arm around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth to duel with his own. She was determined to make him as weak-kneed as she was feeling herself. She tangled her fingers into his hair, not willing to let go any time soon.

CharlotteCarrendar: – That beautiful moan that escaped Rachael’s throat, so delicate, like a flower being torn from its stem by a chewing cow. ~Rip!~ You would think that lovers would be all soft and sensual, slow moving hands, finding their way towards each other’s backs. Not this couple. Rachael clung onto the Captain’s head, like a possum claws a tree. Her tongue slithered into his mouth, and it was a tango of muscled flesh, like she had all her inhibitions torn asunder. ~ Bloody hell!~ thought the Captain, after what seemed like months since last they even cuddled, now she was into a raving nympho. His eyes circled with black, were wide opened, as Rachael was making sure this kiss was going to leave him breathless. Sure enough, he was even having trouble standing, and with a loud grunt of exertion, he started to grope with his hands, to find the roundness of her ass, through her many skirts. If it was a war she wanted..then by gods, he was going to give her one. <3>

LadyBelz: Rachael felt his hands dive beneath her skirts and with a growl, she ripped his shirt from his chest, sending fabric and buttons flying everywhere. She ripped her lips from his with a breathless moan and savagely attacked his neck and chest with her teeth. Panting with desire and trembling with want, she itched to possess this man, make him her own. Oh how she craved him, like a thirsty man craved water…or a needy pirate craving a good rum. She wrapped a strong thigh around the back of his leg, a move designed to send them both tumbling to the hard ground beneath their feet…Meanwhile, the men were beginning to wonder where the Captain and his lady fair were. They were ready to set sail once more and couldn’t do so without their two leaders, and no matter what anyone else stated, they would follow Rachael to the end of the world just as they would Captain Moon. “Timmy, lad, go to the lagoon and see what’s keepin em, aye?” shouted out Richard Dunmire, one the men who manned the cannons. Tim nodded and took off at a brisk jog down the gangplank and onto the docks.

CharlotteCarrendar: – If ever a time had come in a man’s life to be afraid…this was it. Though he had sought to seize her ass tight within the grip of his large hands, Rachael, had turned into a black panther, ripping off his shirt, with buttons popping, like fireworks going off ~Zing!..Ping!~ One button hit the spy square in the forehead, and he fell back, as strips of fabric were raining down like confetti. From the moment she tore her lips from his…and she had that crazed look in her eyes, he actually felt his willy shrink a bit. ~Oh help!~ With her leg winding round his own, he lost his footing right on cue, as they barrelled down onto the ground, with her on top, naturally. Winded by the fall, and the woman now at his neck, like a hungered predator, he gulped and whispered. “Be..gentle…” So much for the big bad pirate. For anyone who happened upon this couple…they were in for a bit of a shock. <3>

LadyBelz: Fell they did…but Rachael didn’t factor the rocks along the shoreline into the equation and her exposed knee slammed down hard on a particularly large rock. With a cry of pain she rolled off of James to the ground beside him. “Bugger it!” she shouted into the air. The pain cooled her ardour like nothing else did and she suddenly found herself embarrassed about the whole thing. She turned away from him, unsure of anything at the moment. She couldn’t bear to look at him, ashamed of herself she was. “I’m sorry.” she nearly whispered. “I don’t know what came over me.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The cry of pain that came from Rachael was enough to douse cold waters on any fire of passion that the Captain felt. He more or less propped himself up right away, still trying to catch his breath back and his body littered with claw marks and dripping blood from her frenzied assault. Moon looked all confused and in a way hurt, his cheeks flushed red, and his chest rising and falling rapidly. But when she turned from him, and said, she was sorry, and that she had no idea what came over her, he didn’t laugh, or chuckle, but he moved towards her slowly, cupping her chin with his large hand. Turning her face to his, he stared into her eyes…and said the words, she had probably been dying to hear for some time. “I loved ya..the moment I clapped eyes on ya. When ya yell…when ya shoot the birds…When you scare me to death…I love ya. Don’t ever be sayin’ ya sorry, to the likes of me.” <3>

LadyBelz: /What the hell?/ was the first thought that rolled through her shocked mind. He loved her? She couldn’t have heard that right. She stuck a finger in her ear and wiggled it. “Do ya mind repeatin’ that? I’m not sure I heard ya correctly.” she asked in a tightly controlled voice. If this was some kind of joke, it was cruel. “Dinna be toying with me feelings, James Moon or I’ll put a slug between yer eyes.”

CharlotteCarrendar:- Oh she played the joker now, or was this just theatrics on her part. Maybe she did have water in her ears, she was wet after all. “Do ya mind repeatin’ that? I’m not sure I heard ya correctly.” The Captain furrowed his brow, and slowly released her chin, before reaching around his neck, and taking off his prized trinket. A necklet he had worn since he was but a boy. It was a silver chain, with a doubloon etched with strange markings, and he took it off his neck, and preceded to place it upon his love’s neck, if she could keep still. “Dinna be toying with me feelings, James Moon or I’ll put a slug between yer eyes.” Running his finger down where the doubloon fell just before the crease of her cleavage, he looked back into her eyes and said in a deep voice. “This was worn by my Ma…given to her by her love. Now I give it to you. Symbol of my devotion…my love, Woman.” <3>

LadyBelz: With wide eyes, she watched as he took a necklace from his neck and placed it around her own. “This was worn by my Mah…given to her by her love. Now I give it to you. Symbol of my devotion…my love, Woman.” As long as she had known him, this particular necklace had never been removed from his body, not even by his own hand. She had asked him about it once, but had never received a reply. But this? This was so much more meaningful than anything he’d ever done or given to her before. She took up the valuable item in her hand, staring at it until her vision had gone blurry with tears. She chuckled then, not with mirth, but with love in her own heart. She sniffed back her tears and stared at him, eyes bright, as she clenched her fist around the doubloon against her heart. “Me mam gave her heart to a pirate once…she told me when I was old enough to understand such things that it the stupidest thing she’d ever done in her life…” she paused in her story to stare at the necklace again, unknowingly giving him the impression that she didn’t appreciate what he was offering. But he would have been wrong. “…but it was also the most rewarding thing she’d ever done in her life. He was devoted to her, and she to him, even after his death.” Her smile was bright as she returned her gaze to his, eyes and heart full of love. Her speech switched back to the cultured English tones she was born with. “It seems destined that her only daughter follow in her footsteps. You have my heart, James Peter Moon. You always have for I have not seen no other worthy enough to give it to.” She placed a hand on his roughened cheek, caressing gently with her thumb. Tim, who had stumbled upon their private moment, quickly snuck away before he was spotted and ran back to Devil’s Mystery. “Cap’n and Miss Rachael will be along shortly. They’re having a moment.” he stammered, his face redder than a tomato.

CharlotteCarrendar:- For a fleeting moment, the couple were not in the jungles of some tropical island pirate paradise, and they were not a rough couple of pirates. They were a man and woman, who had just declared their love for each other; stripping away the very masks that had taken them over. Rachael spoke in a voice that was devoid of the cursing and shortened words, but spoke with the refinement of an English lady. Moon’s own hand covered hers, as she caressed his roughened cheek with her thumb. “It seems destined that her only daughter follows in her footsteps. You have my heart, James Peter Moon. You always have for I have not seen any other worthy enough to give it to.” Moon found his voice, after swallowing from the nerves, of displaying his true intent of his affections. “You always had me heart, Rachael. Words aren’t enough to declare me feelings. I’m a man of the sea, not one that learned in books. But I know…all I need, is the sea calling me name; the ship on which to sail her….and my lady, by my side.” It was probably the biggest mouthful the Captain had ever said, and ever likely to say again. If she ever had doubts before he quashed them with a simple sentence. They needed no minister, no church or choirs song, just the simple swearing of their love. That was enough to seal their union; The Pirate, and his lady fair. <3>

Roleplay Live : Group : A Pirate’s Life.

Pirates

In the Arms of a Pirate.

Writers:
LadyBelz, CharlotteCarrendar & myoddlove

LadyBelz: The first blooms of love. Like a freshly opened flower under the noon sun. But by a small lagoon on an island full of cutthroat pirates and women who lived rough lives, a moment in time was found and kept. Rachael O’ Malley, a Pirate Lady had found what her mother had always talked about with her father. Irony that it was a pirate much like her own father. But who was she to argue with fate. His hand covered her own as it rested against his cheek, fingers tangled together. There was a rustle somewhere behind them but she barely took notice of it. “We should be headin back to the ship. I imagine the crew be waitin’ fer us.” she murmured, not wanting their time together to end.

CharlotteCarrendar: “Aye luv…they probably be placing bets on whether you gave me a shiner, or shot more birds for the voyage..” He joked, patting her hand gently as he dared. The moment that they both needed had past, and with the distinct rustle within the palm leaves, Captain Moon was once again on his guard. Finding his way to his feet, he offers his lady a curt nod of the head, but she would know, by the glint in his eyes, his true feelings. Starting their way back, they would not see, the black dressed spy, who had a mark on his forehead from one of the buttons off Moon’s shirt. He had seen enough, more than enough in fact and even got half a woody from the wild antics of Rachael. No wonder she was so highly sort after, if she ravaged a Pirate like Moon. Chuckling low, he ducked off into the jungle, heading to the outcrop far from the inlet, to alert his British Masters, of the location of the most wanted Pirates of the seven seas. <3>

LadyBelz: Rachael climbed to her feet, dusting dirt and sand from her dress as she smirked at Moon. “If I would ta be givin you that shiner…it wouldn’t be to the eye in yer face.” She started passed him and reach out to pinch his arse. With a wink and a giggle, she headed off into the woods and back to her cabin. Mr Pibbs greeted her with a meow and twined about her legs. “Here now ya daft animal. Stop tryin to trip me up. Ya know I canna take ya with me. A pirate ship is no place fer a furball such as you. And Harold would eat ya alive.” A very pathetic “Meow” drifted up somewhere beneath her feet and she looked down to see her cat giving her his patented “sad kitty” look, designed to make her give in. “Bleedin hell, I hate when ya give me the sad kitty look. Fine! You can come, but don’t come whining to me when Harold goes after yer fur.” She moved to her closet, stripping out of her dress as she looked around for her shirt and breeches.

CharlotteCarrendar: Well that cheeky Rachael had it in her to be frisky with the talk, then the ass grab to boot. A wink and a smile and she was off, leaving the poor Captain standing there, rubbing where she placed her hand. “Balls are still blue as ever….damn Woman.” He muttered under his breath, knowing she would catch him up soon enough, as he took the path back down towards the settlement, and the wharf where his ship was moored. Meanwhile, the spy was dashing through the foliage, racing to get to the cliff face, a vantage point to see the entire bay and those that may be anchored off it. From a small leaf covered hole, he withdrew his eyeglass, and then scanned the blue waters for the tell tale signs of the white sails of the British fleet. Sure enough, he saw six ships, all of which the pride of the British navy. Grinning he took out some flint and then lit the bonfire, to alert the crews and their Masters, that the bounty they sought was on that very island. :: On board the royal Frigate, the Sentor, the evil Lord Shammersmoth was enjoying a glass of fine wine, when a tweet came from the first mate. The loud din of footfalls, as the watchman came down to rap on the cabin door. “Sir….we found them!” Grinning wildly, Lord Shammersmoth finished his wine in one swig of the glass, and took up the picture of the Lady Pirate Rachael. “Oh what a catch we shall have this eve. Ahahahaha.” <3>

LadyBelz: Rachael had finally gotten dressed and was belting on her sword and pistol when Mr Pibbs, who was sitting in the open window, began to spit and hiss. She looked up sharply. “What’s got you all in a duff then?” she wondered, moving to stand behind him. She looked out the window, but could see nothing but the trees around her home. “Silly animal.” she chuckled, smoothing down his fur with her hand. Taking up her bag, she made sure she hadn’t left anything she would need. “Let’s go then.” she announced. She headed out the door, waiting for her cat before closing it behind her. Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she made the trek down to the docks. She was anxious to get back to the open sea. She still had yet to decide how she would handle the situation with her bastard of a stepfather.

CharlotteCarrendar: On the top deck of the Sentor, Lord Shammersmoth strode up, to see for himself the blazing bonfire that had been lit on the side of the mountain of Skull Island. Taking up his eyeglass, he adjusted the lens and then you could see the foul grin that was getting wider by the second. “Good man, Jenkins. Getting in amongst the dreaded scum of the Pirates themselves and now…giving us what we need to apprehend them. I can’t wait to see them all hanging at dawn.” He closed the eyeglass with a snap and then handed it to the lieutenant. “Orders, Sir?” the Lieutenant asked, curious to the Lord’s plans. “How does one round up a full catch of fish, Dodson?” The Lieutenant hated these guessing games, but played along, just the same. “With a net, Sir.” Lord Shammersmoth smiled. “Precisely…and to lure them into the net, one must use…bait.” He then handed the warrant of Rachael to his officer, and then said. “And this…is our bait.” The Lieutenant knew exactly what to do, and then started to bark orders to his men. Two long boats were lowered from their ship, which would be rowed towards the pirate cove…under the cover of night. It was now…a matter of time. On the wharf, the Pirate King and his men were loading the last of their cargo, as Moon came back down from the jungles alone. The Pirate king saw this, and laughed loudly. “So she doesn’t fancy a smelly pirate like you when sober, eh Moon?” The rest of his crew were all laughing and slapping their thighs at the Pirate King’s jab, as Moon simply wandered over and pushed him clear off his barrel, and watched him fall into the water again. Not saying another word, he went aboard his ship, as his crew all looked at each other and shrugged. <3>

LadyBelz: Rachael was oblivious to the chaos that was about to descend upon her life. As she headed down to the docks, thinking about what occurred at the lagoon made her smile. A branch snapped somewhere behind her and she whirled around, pistol drawn. “Who’s there?” she demanded. Only the whisper of the wind through the trees answered her back. She took a deep breath and reholstered her pistol. “Jumpin at shadows, me girl.” she chuckled to herself, turning back around. She could spot the ships in the dockyard now and she quickened her pace. She was ready to leave. As she broke the tree line, something off in the distance to the right caught her attention and she turned fully to see what it was. There was a fire of some type at the topmost peak of one of the mountains of the island. She frowned, wondering who would be stupid enough to make a fire that big on this particular island.

CharlotteCarrendar: On the deck of the Devil’s Mystery, the Doctor was writing in his journal as he noticed the Captain come on board minus one Lady Pirate. He set down his quill, and asked the Captain thoughtfully. “Was she still ill, Captain?” It was a question of concern, and the Captain could see it in the way the Doctor held himself. “Ill is a word.” He came up alongside the Doctor, and then stared out into the waters of the cove. Speaking quietly so the whole crew didn’t eaves drop, he said with a whisper. “She scared me.” The Doctor wondered what he meant by that. “Captain…she scares everyone.” That was no secret, but the Captain looked beside himself. “No…she..I…*he then pointed down to his groin and bit his bottom lip*…she made me willy turn into a turtle” The Doctor tried to hide his delight, at the thought they actually tried to consummate their union as lovers. “Dear lord man…if it were me, I would have had one hell of a boner, Captain.” This made the Captain feel even worse. “Well…don’t you be waving your boner at meh Woman…a’ight?!” He strode off, angry as usual, and the Doctor couldn’t help but chuckled loudly. From the wharf, a lad came running up and then shouted loudly. “ALL YE PIRATES..THERE BE A FIERCE MATCH OF OIL WRESTLING WITH BIG JIM VERSUS QUICK NICK!” All the pirates cheered and started to head back down the docks to head for the inn and a chance to bet on the night’s entertainment. Moon and the Doctor however, stayed on the Devil, since neither were interested in gambling that eve. <3>

myoddlove: -though most couldn’t see it, a struggle was taking place not far from the docks as a small figure struggled through the water. from the ships in the dock it probably looked like a dolphin who had gotten separated from it’s group and was currently trying to outrace an attacking shark, though most dolphins weren’t a shining white color. a large fin splashed in the water like a struggling fish on a line though it would quickly go back under the surface before breaking out again after a few moments. land, he needed land. slowly a small figure would drag itself from the water, nearly hugging the side of the ship he had moved against, hopefully he wouldn’t be spotted though he was uneasy as he heard the sound of landwalkers above him. they were all around but it couldn’t be helped. he was a small frail boy with long white hair that shone like the full moon on a cloudless night. his hair fell over his chest, causing him to easily be taken for a female. though something was wrong. his long pearl colored tail which let his breed swim through the dreams of the landwalkers were now covered in blood. a fishing net was wrapped around the figure, only allowing him one movable arm as he scooted to the shore. the boy would let out a soft coo like sound which sounded more like a song than a sigh. the boy, finally running out of strength, floated against the boat as the waves washed over him. if he stayed in the water much longer the sharks would come..he could already see a dark dorsal fin breaking the water now. he better hurry-

LadyBelz: Rachael was nearly bowled over by the other crew as she headed up the gangplank of Devil’s Mystery. “Oi! Where ya be headin off to?” she demanded. Jake, the boatswain, glanced back at her with a wicked grin. “Be gamblin down at the inn. Big Jim and Quick Nick. Jim is the favorite to win, 20 to 1 odds. You want in?” he asked, pausing. Rachael thought on that for a moment before reaching into her purse and pulling out two gold pieces. “Nick to win.” she stated, tossing them his way. He caught them with a flick of his wrist and headed off to catch up with his mates. “Tell the others not to be out all bleedin night. I want the wind at me back by dawn.” she ordered. “Aye, Miss Rachael.” Jake shouted back. Shaking her head, she continued up the gangplank, glancing back at the slowly waning bonfire in the distance. So caught up in looking at the fire, she missed the frail form floating in the waters below.

CharlotteCarrendar: – In the Inn, the crowd had already swelled, to the area around the pit, that was just to the far left of the main bar. All around the Pirates were shouting and cheering, as the first of the contenders, a whopper of a Pirate, known as Big Jim, due to his enormous bulk, was entering the pit. He was all glistened with oil, and his body gleamed, all three hundred and fifty pounds of him. Roll upon roll of fat that hid beneath it a lot of muscle. This was one pirate who enjoyed too many a meal at the Inn that was for sure. Coming in behind him, the rake like and speedy Quick Nick, who was already doing laps of the pit, blowing kisses and leaping in the air, before stopping to do a few quick jabs to the crowd, much to their delight. “YOU’RE DEAD!” Big Jim roared loudly, as he smacked his hands together and got into a crouch. It was like someone set off a starter’s gun, and Quick Nick started to run around and around, just missing Big Jim with a flurry of footwork and fancy dancing. The crowd, booed and jeered, wanting to see blood spilt. :: Back on the Devil the Doctor had followed the Captain to his cabin and knocked. “Enter..” Moon said in his gruff voice, as the Doctor turned the handle. “Captain…I want to apologise…and..do you want to talk about it?” :: As Rachael was strolling the deck of the Devil’s mystery, four men had clamoured up the side of the ship, and snuck up behind the fair Rachael…. An arm raised, holding a baton to strike her head, while another held a large hessian bag and rope. <3>

myoddlove: -a sudden wave had slammed the frail figure against the ship, causing a sharp squeal to come from the child. his long tail would instantly wack the ship as if it were an attacking predator. if he were stronger and older his tail would have been able to break through bone but in his frail and weakened state he only managed to hurt his own tail in the process. with the last of his strength the small feminine figure would drive himself up to the beach. he noticed a mob of the two legs going off so hopefully he’d be safe. once onto the beach he pulled himself up enough that the water wouldn’t wash him back out and the sharks couldn’t come in. he would grunt as he flopped down in the sand, the soft fabric he wore over his chest becoming tangled in the knotted net. the boy would let out a soft whimper before his white moon-like eyes would blink up to the ship. he had seem these large creatures that carried landwalkers before. his clan had always told him not to go near but he loved to watch them glide over the water. the figure would blink as he spotted a group of two legs carrying large sticks and instantly sounded the alarm, seeming to have forgotten the fact that he was alone though instantly reacting to the sense of danger. the boy let out a low wooting sound that would ring through the night like someone blowing a loud instrument at the sight of attacking solders-

LadyBelz: Mr Pibbs, sensitive to scents around him, caught wind of the 4 who did not belong and he whirled around with a hiss, claws extended. “Stop that ya flea-bitten, furball. I’m tellin ye there’s nothin there.” she sighed, making to turn toward her cat. Something struck her in the back of the head then and she tumbled to the deck with a cry of pain hopefully loud enough to alert anyone who had remained on the ship that she was in trouble. Just before she blacked out, she heard Mr Pibbs hissing, spitting and growling in anger and the pained cries of whomever he was attacking on her behalf. Then she knew no more.

CharlotteCarrendar: ~WHACK!~ the baton struck the head of the Lady Pirate good and true, much to the annoyance of the cat, Mr Pibbs. As Rachael collapsed to the deck, the four men worked quickly in unison, to get her into the hessian bag and tie her up well, so she could be tossed down to the long boat below where she would be taken out of the cove into the hands of the evil Lord Shammersmoth. The cat had started to make a din with its hissing and growling loudly, and though that was not enough to alert the Captain and the Doctor, who were below, they did hear the odd thud of her falling. Both glanced up from where they were sitting in the Captain’s quarters, as they were about to have a small man’s circle about the difficulty of women. Shrugging the Captain said. “I don’t be understanding her…it’s like…when I want to roll in the silks…she’s all pouty and not interested. BUT when she wants it…she bloody well clawed me to death and scared me willy. I be tellin ya…I am one confused Pirate, I am.” The Doctor nodded, understanding clearly that women were a mystery all to themselves. :: At the Inn the fight between Quick Nick and Big Jim was going..well, nowhere. Quick Nick was living up to his reputation for speed, and Big Jim kept missing him as he ran on past, again and again. When suddenly….a loud noise, a wooting sound was heard by all, and Quick Nick turned his head, just enough to not see Big Jim’s fist come barreling out and ~WHAM!~ knocked him out cold. :: In the long boats, the crew of the Sentor had their prize and were rowing back to the British fleet. :: Harold the Parrot, who had been knowing on a piece of wood on his perch, heard the meowing and growling on one cat and then squawked “Pussy on board…Pussy on board..TWWEEETT WHISTLE!~ Captain Moon looked up and shouted. “NOT ANOTHER BLOODY WOMAN!” <3>

myoddlove: -the little merboy had wiggled his way back against the ship, keeping quite as he watched the two legs dragged the female to a smaller ship. he would move after them until he spotted the sharks. it was too risky. he would blink as he heard the sound of high pitched whstles from on top of the ship. the little merboy would let out a short chattering sound, the sound they used to communicate with the seagulls that flew over the seas. the boy would squeak and call out to the bird as they were useful to his breed when it came to hunting and weather patterns, surely the bird would be able to hear his calls-

LadyBelz: She was…floating. It was the only word she could use to describe what she was feeling. She struggled to recall what had happened, but the pain in her head was too much to handle and she went back into the darkness…Tim, who wasn’t yet old enough for the shenanigans of the inn, was resting up in the rigging, staring up at the stars over his head. It was times like these when he thought about his mother, hoping she could see how his life was turning out. “I’m doin all right, mum.” he whispered into the night sky. From below came the sounds of a cat screeching and the pained cries of an unknown person. Tim, showing the agility of youth, scaled the mast of the ship in order to get a better view. What he saw chilled him to the bone. Miss Rachael was laid out on the deck, not moving, while three men moved to tie her up. A fourth was in a life and death struggle with a white ball of fur, cursing a blue streak as the man struggled to get the avenging cat away from him. With an inarticulate cry, the cat was pulled away and thrown across the deck. Mr Pibbs crashed into a barrel and lay still. Tim didn’t know if he was alive or dead. Scared now, he took up the whistle that he kept tied around his neck and blew into it with a piercing shrill. “CAPTAIN MOON! MISS RACHAEL’S BEEN TAKEN!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. One of the men looked at Tim with a growl, pulling his pistol. Regardless of the danger he was in, Tim continued to sound the alarm. In the distance, the patrons of the Inn and residence of the town started toward the docks. Another of the kidnappers placed a hand on the pistol and pushed it down. “No time, we have to go now.” The masked man stared at Tim before he growled and followed the other 3 to their longboat, hoping to make a clean getaway. Tim clambered down the mast, whistle still blowing for all to hear.

CharlotteCarrendar: “CAPTAIN MOON! MISS RACHAEL’S BEEN TAKEN!” The cry of the cabin boy, high atop the mast alerted the Doctor and the Captain, who had been talking candidly in his chambers. “WHAT?!” The Captain thundered, jetting to his feet, as his fists came down on the top of his desk. The Doctor looked shocked, half by the Captain’s fury, the other by the cry from the cabin boy. “I thought she was at her cabin?” he said, as the Captain took no notice, running out from his chambers, and up the stairs, looking about madly for the cabin boy and his Lady love. “RACHAEL?!” he bellowed, frantic when he saw the cabin boy come down the mast blowing his whistle loudly. Back up at the Inn, the pirates were counting their winnings, as Big Jim’s arm was held aloft, many too scared to attempt to lift him up to celebrate his win. Others simply stepped over the lifeless body of Quick Nick, who was going to be needing a new nickname real soon. The Doctor clamoured up to the deck and saw the panic in the Captain’s eyes. “Captain..calm down, before you give yourself a heart attack.” The Captain thundered over to the cabin boy and picked him up by the scruff of the neck hollering “WHERE IS SHE?!” the cabin boy almost swallowed his whistle and was trying to point out to sea. “Men in boats, Cap’n…tis the British!” The Captain and the Doctor immediately spun to where the boy pointed and both men took out their eyeglasses to see, the sack covered body of the Lady Rachael being taken on board a royal frigate. “BARNACLES BALLS!” The Captain cried, while on the decks, the crews were heading back, half drunk but mostly happy with the small show at the Inn, till they heard one of the ships bells sounding out the alarm. “THE BRITISH ARE COMING!” <3>

myoddlove: -the boy had managed to climb into the ship by one of the cannon openings in the side. he would settle himself down in the corner behind several boxes and crates. it was his thinking that this big floating sea creature would head back out into the water. that’s where he could get back to his pack. once he got this net off. he would grunt and wiggle as he tried is best to pry the fishing hooks from his scales-

Role play Live : Group : A Pirate’s Life

Pirates

The Diamond Dogs

Writers:
LadyBelz
CharlotteCarrendar
DarienArcher
Guest_Shrurak
EmpsAthenaSoriDrach

CharlotteCarrenadar: – Over on the Sentor, the crew that had made the daring kidnapping of the Lady Pirate Rachael, were dragging her hessian covered body over the side, and dumped her on the top deck like she was cargo, and not a woman beneath the wet cloth. The evil Lord Shammersmouth strode over and stood with his large satin covered belly protruding out over his pants. He wore a long curled wig, that sat atop his bald head, and he had this devilish grin, as he waved his right hand with a flourish. “Let us see our first catch of the day. BONSON…untie the cargo.” The Bonson saluted then set to untie Rachael’s ropes and then pulled the bag off her haphazardly, while all around her soldiers had their guns trained on her, in case she tried anything…fishy. “Oh…my. The legendary Pirate Rachael O’Malley. Welcome aboard the Royal Frigate Sentor. I am your host….Lord Shammersmoth, and we are going to play a little game, I like to call, “Swing that pirate from the yard arm!” He guffawed and then snapped his fingers, as his lieutenant came up alongside him. “Read the charges!” The lieutenant unfurled the warrant, and then coughed before uttering. “Lady Rachael O’Malley…you are hereby charged with Piracy, murder, and prostitution in Port Royale….the crown insists, that you are given the death penalty, to be hung by the neck till dead, at the rising of the morning sun at Dawn.” He then snapped his heels together, as Lord Shammersmoth snickered and then added…”Unless of course…we wish to…interrogate you first. I always like to get to know my prisoners, before I put them to death.” There was a lusty tone to his voice and he laughed, spinning on his heel. “Bring her to my cabin…oh and check that my sheets are fresh. She deserves the very best.” <3>

LadyBelz: – Trussed up like a stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving and tossed about like yesterday’s trash…that was what Rachael was feeling as the darkness that had descended upon her head in the form of a potato sack suddenly became light. Her hair hung in front of her face and she swept it back angrily, a retort upon her lips, ready to dress down the bastards who’d done this to her, and possibly gut him or her like a trout if she could get her hands on her dagger. When her vision cleared, both deed and action died a swift death at the many muskets pointed her way and she had to clamp tightly down upon the urge to gulp. And then what could only be described as a pig in a wig stood before her…sweating profusely and talking as if he owned the world. And he SMELLED! Like the perfumes from the far east English dandies liked to bath in, thinking it made them smell sophisticated, when all it did was make the ladies around them want to toss their cookies all over their expensive French silk slippers. Oh, she knew exactly who had captured her. As he talked about playing games and threaten to hang her from the yard arm, she unobtrusively felt beneath her skirts and was comforted when she discovered they had yet to find her dagger. She was paying not one whit of attention to the fat tub of lard until… “Bring her to my cabin…oh and check that my sheets are fresh. She deserves the very best.” As the man spun on his heel and left the deck. She was grabbed roughly by both arms and hauled after the man, her one eye glaring a very large hole in the back of his head.

CharlotteCarrendar:- On the docks of Pirate cove, there was much yelling and swearing, as the crews of five pirate ships were all thundering down the wooden palings. On the Devil’s Mystery, Captain Moon and his Doctor, had their eyeglasses trained out towards the open water, and of course, Moon saw his beloved Rachael, being surrounded by troops with muskets. “Rachael…” he said just under his breath, and the very thought of something happening to her, drove him almost insane in his mind, as he realized just how much she meant to him. “WE ARE GOING AFTER HER!…..RAISE THE ANCHOR….OPEN THE SAILS….GET THIS BARNACLE COVERED BRUTE OUT AFTER HER!!” He roared, snapping his eyeglass back in, as the Doctor looked at him, though he was insane. “Captain….Captain….wait..” the Doctor implored. Captain Moon spun around, his teeth clenched tight as he snarled through his nostrils. “WHAT?” The Doctor knew that to act in a rash fashion was a fools game. “Captain…think for a moment. There are six ships out there. We can’t risk the Devil’s mystery and all her crew to save one person. Don’t you think this might be a trap?” The Captain looked confused then thought for a moment, as his entire crew were on edge….wanting to go rescue Rachael, but needed the Captain’s orders. The Doctor spoke further. “There are five ships in this cove. Speak to the other Captains….form a plan. Don’t rush in fool hardy….I implore you. I care about her too, Captain….but we must think….please?” :: On the Sentor, the Lord Shammersmoth opened his door, as his burly officers dragged the unwilling Rachael into his quarters. They thrust her into a chair, and then both saluted, before leaving the room, and standing guard outside. Lord Shammersmoth, then changed his tone, and his demeanour. He reached for a bottle of brandy, and uncapped the cork. “Care for a little drink…before we get started, my dear?” <3>

LadyBelz: Thrust into the chair, she bit her lips as her elbow made contact with the hard wood of its arm. Cursing under her breath, she rubbed the numbness from it as the men saluted the so-called Lord and left the room, closing the door with a snap. On guard, Rachael eyed Shammersmoth carefully as he moved to open a bottle of brandy. “Care for a little drink…before we get started, my dear?” came the question, the man possibly thinking he was all charm. But Rachael was nobody’s fool. He was about as charming as a rattlesnake in a dark corner waiting to strike out at unsuspecting prey. “I want nothing from you. Release me at once or I will gut you where you stand.” she scowled.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Lord heard Rachael’s threat and he actually smirked as she showed she had real fire in her belly. “Oh my dear. You know how to turn a man on. Yes…yes, I have heard all about you. Do you realize you are most famous in the lore of the Sea. The mighty Lady Pirate and her rich red hair, with a wild appetite to go with it. Many a sailor and Pirate would die to be in my shoes right now. Hell…. I have a hard on just thinking about it.” He poured a glass of brandy, and then held it like he was studying the glass and its delicious contents. Lord Shammersmoth then grinned at the Lady Pirate and said. “I do…have something to show you first. Yes…you’re going to want to see this. You see….you are just what I need to get…..the big fish.” He took out a wanted poster of not only the Pirate King…but Captain Moon as well. “That’s right. THEY ARE THE ONES I WANT….course, we knew that those two buffoons would be coming after the likes of you. So…welcome…to hell.” He ran his tongue over his enormous cod fish like lips, as he took a swig of his brandy. He then leaned closer to her, so she could smell his foul breath, as he licked her earlobe. “I’m going to make you a deal…you can’t refuse.” <3>

KaylaBloodlust: ~Ana sat up in the crows nest, reading her last chapter of her book~ “Ana dear!” ~She heard her father call, she quickly bent the corner of her page and closed the book and laid it down~ “Yes father?” ~She asked leaning over looking down at him~ “What are you doing up there? I need you down here with me!” ~He yelled, his tone was impatient and ill~ “I was just looking out over the ocean, I’ll be right down..” ~She answered crawling over the edge and quickly coming down the ladder, once her feet touched the ground she straightened the ruffles in her skirt and looked to her father with a sweet smile. He pursed his lips and turned on his heel heading into his Captain’s Quarters, without him saying a word she quickly followed behind him. Once inside she shut the door behind her and took a seat in front of his desk, he sat down and rested his elbows on his desk sighing~ “There have been reports that other ships have been spotted in the area and we don’t know whether or not they’re dangerous or harmless.. So we are planning on docking for the night but, we will have some of the crew on the boat standing guard..” ~Ana sighed as her father told her the plans~ “So what does this have to do with me?” ~She asked raising a brow, her father smiled and sat back~ “Since your brother was killed, I’m gonna need you to be my first mate… You’ll have to be prepared to fight on my commands, and I have a feeling that we are up for a nice battle soon..” ~He said with a chuckle~ “Plus, you’re a strong young woman and I know you’re ready..” ~He reached out opening his palm, She pursed her lips and placed her hand into his squeezing it gently~ “I won’t let you down father..” ~She said softly looking into his eyes and smiling~ “That’s my girl..” ~He muttered~

LadyBelz: Rachael wanted to throw up as he leered at her, talking of his non-existent manhood. She knew then she shouldn’t have changed her clothing to pants and her favourite shirt before she’d left her cabin. “If many a man stood where you are now, I’m not so sure we could see them, considering how disgustingly large you actually are.” she retorted. Lord Shammersmoth then grinned at the Lady Pirate and said. “I do…have something to show you first. Yes…you’re going to want to see this. You see….you are just what I need to get…..the big fish.” When he took up a pair of scrolls from his desk, she scoffed then. “You have absolutely nothing that would interest me, in your hands…” she looked him up and down contemptuously, “…or anywhere else.” He said nothing as he unrolled the scrolls, turning them to face her. It wasn’t the drawn visage of the Pirate King that caught her attention…it was the picture of her beloved James that made the breath catch in her throat. “Wanted: Dead or Alive…preferably Dead…” The words on the poster were seared into her brain. She could not take her eyes away from it as the whale-sized dandy leaned over her, surrounding her with his stink. He licked her earlobe and spoke to her almost as a lover. “I’m going to make you a deal…you can’t refuse.” he whispered, his stinking breath making her eyes tear. Growling in a rage, she suddenly turned her head, mouth open and teeth aiming to clamp around his earlobe, which was in her line of sight…

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild stood high above the waters of the sea and the deck of The Spaniard’s Daughter, an British Galleon that sailed a black flag that depicted a bleched skull with a dagger firmly impaled into the side of the skull, loudly and cheerfully singing out as he watched Isle de Mar Negro appear on the horizon, though this was mostly a moral booster. ” Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies.” He sang, though he had a noticable British accent his was a bti deeper and had a slightly harsh tone about it though it was not an unpleasant voice.” Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain, For it’s we’ve received orders for to sail for old England, But we hope very soon we shall see you again.” At that moment the crew joined in, they obviously were used to Captain Lostchild’s singing, their voices booming as the ship sailed closer to the island. “We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors, we’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seas, Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England, From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.” Captain Lostchild resumed singing; a soft smile had come across his face as he turned to climb down from the crow’s nest. “We have our ship to with the wind at sou’west, boys, We have our ship to, our soundings to see, So we rounded and sounded; got forty-five fathoms, We squared our main yard and up channel steered we.” he jumped down from the rope ladder, a few feet from the decks of his ship, and his men joined him in singing, their voices booming cheerfully from the deck as they finished the song and Captain Lostchild slowly walked towards the bow. “Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman, Next Ram Head off Plymouth, off Portland the Wight, We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness, Till we came abreast of the South Foreland Light.” Captain Lostchild made his way quickly up a set of steps before reaching the bow of the ship, he then turned to his men as they call continued. “Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor, All in the Downs that night for to lie, Then it’s stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters, Haul all your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly.” With that he turned to look towards Isle de Mar Negro, now close enough to see people walking about on the docks and with a grin he continued, though his men had stopped singing as the rushed to prepare to dock the ship. “Now let every man toss off a full bumper, And let every man drink off a full glass, And we’ll drink and be merry and drown melancholy, Singing, here’s a good health to each true-hearted lass.” with that the ship came slowly into the dock, several of his sailors rushing to secure and toss ropes down to the other on the dock, the anchor dropping with a loud splash as he turning to the island, his hands on his hips and smiled.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Captain was now in a right lather, and thundered down the gang plank to the dock, when the Pirate King himself was being helped with his wet coat, since the Captain had dunked him earlier, he was a bit miffed with the Captain but then he saw the look upon his face. “James….what is it?” He actually used the Captain’s real name. For once, all the rivalry was lost, and the two men stood facing each other. The Doctor ran down after the Captain, as the other Captains came up the wharf and wanted to know what was going on. “There are six British ships out in the open waters off the cove.” Moon then looked squarely at the Pirate king and said. “They have Rachael…” All the other pirates then started looking at each other, before a roar came up, many drawing their muskets and their blades. Daggers held aloft with much swearing and cursing against the English dogs. “Well…barnacle bob…they don’t do they?” The Doctor stood alongside the Captain and nodded. “And If I am right, its Lord Shammersmoth on the Sentor. A right bastard, rolling turd of a human being. Gentlemen…*he took in all those that were on the deck and then Moon shouted at them all to be quiet, and the Doctor nodded. “Had they just wanted her, they would have moved their fleet out. Look…they are still all out there. That means one thing. They want all of you.” Captain Moon snarled, and the Pirate King gulped. “Me?…what the hell did I do?” Some of the Devil’s mystery crew all looked at Maureen like he lost his marbles. “You’re the bloody Pirate King….course they want you….*then he said under his breath*…god knows why.” The Doctor could see that the Pirates were all starting to get the big picture. “We need a plan….and I have an idea.” :: Lord Shammersmoth appeared shocked by Rachael’s counter, but when she bit onto his earlobe, he yanked back hard, causing him to stumble and he actually lost a bit of his ear to her. “BITCH!..” he then moved to strike her across the face, in anger and fury. “I like them rough…but you have no idea how rough I can be….PIRATE WHORE!” he spat. <3>

LadyBelz: “BITCH!..” he howled as she spat the piece of ear directly into his face. There was a brief flash of pain as he struck her hard across the face, rocking her head to the side and nearly knocking her from her seat. She heard his snarl and turned to look at him, spitting a bit of blood (his or hers, she didn’t know) at his feet. “I like them rough…but you have no idea how rough I can be….PIRATE WHORE!” Rachael smirked then, a trickle of blood oozing down her chin to splash across the pristine white of her shirt. “Better a Pirate’s Whore than your slut.” she stated proudly, not an ounce of fear in the depth of her single eye. “You seem to be under the impression that being the whore to a Pirate is a loathesome and disgusting thing. That is so far from the truth it is laughable. Pirates treat their women like the treasures they are. Being a Pirate’s Whore is a badge of honor and I wear it proudly! And a Pirate Captain’s Whore is better than being a Queen! So, you fat, disgusting tub of guts! Call me whatever you like, but I am Rachael Moira Kathleen O’Malley, daughter of Captain Rochard “Red Beard” O’Malley and his Pirate Whore, Lillian Josette O’Malley and YOU. WILL. NOT. BREAK. ME!”

DarienArcher: -Singing along with him “We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors, We’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seas, Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England, From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.” Diabolitio would put his fist up into the air as all the other crew on board would do the same. As the Captain called out getting ready to dock the ship. Diabolitio smiled has he saw some lights off the distance. Being one of the first men off the ship he leaped for the oncoming dock. Landing peaceful he smirked before yelling up to the others. ” Get your smelly asses off the ship and help dock it ” Diabolitio grabbed onto a rope which was near him and started to tie it off. Standing up towards his hieght of 6′ 2″ He was one of the tallest on the ship. His Captains words buzzed in his mind when he talked about drink. ” RUM! ” Diabolitio yelled out to the others in a deep french accent. “out of my bloody way you land lovers ” Diabolitio Started to make his way off the dock.-

CharlotteCarrendar:- Rachael was one fiery lass, there was no mistaking it. When he spat out at her that she was a Pirate whore, she…let rip. Stating proudly she would rather be a pirate whore than some skanky Lady slut. Oh the fire in her belly, as her single and only eye glinted. If Captain Moon had been there, his willy might have shrunk a tad, cause she was on one of her rolls. She wore the badge of a pirate whore with pride, and so defiant, she screamed out her name, and that of her parents to boot. “I am Rachael Moira Kathleen O’Malley, daughter of Captain Rochard “Red Beard” The Lord Shammersmoth gripped the edge of his desk, then he yelled out. “GUARDS…take her down to the cell below. Let the rats and the sad sack who is down there, keep her amused. She thinks she is so high and mighty…..and she killed my boner!” The doors opened, as the guards seized her arms, and dragged her down to the lower decks, where she was thrust into a cell, with another, who was hiding in a darkened corner. The other prisoner, was dressed in an old pirating outfit, that she would not have seen for years. His long hair turned grey, and his face hidden beneath his hat. He spoke…quietly..the life near taken from him after repeated beatings. “Yo…ho…ho….a pirate’s…life…for me…” but who was he, and how long had he been kept a prisoner..? :: On the docks, the pirates were about to hear the cunning plan of the Doctor, when another ship approached, filled with….singing pirates. Captain Moon facepalmed, dragging his fingers down the centre of his face. “WHAT THE HELL? Did you send for your gay and dandy sister ship, to come and entertain your crew, Maureen? WE NEED REAL PIRATES….No le girls afloat!” But the Doctor grinned. “No…no this is perfect.” He shot a look at the Pirate King, who was wiggling his fingers at the oncoming ship. “Pirate King….Maureen?…Pay attention. Do you have any…ladies outfits?” The Pirate King smirked and then said. “You have not seen my summer collection? Did wonders in France. I even do men’s corsets.” He said proudly. Captain Moon snarled and then said to the Doctor, “What on earth are you asking him that for?” The Doctor then beamed. “We are sending out…that ship..*he pointed to the oncoming one*….with a whole lot of lovely…singing…beauties.” The Pirate King clapped and then bent forward. “I get to wear the Pink…Tee hee.” <3>

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild laughed a bit loudly after the cheerful screaming, leaning his upper body over the side of hs beloved galleon before shouting to the men on the docks. “Oi! Bring up about a dozen women.” He said with a large grin before shouting again. “And don’t forget to get some for my men too!” With that he laughed wholeheartidly, clearly his was a much more cheery version of the typical stoney pirate, as he descended down to the dock. With a wide grin he turned to the men who stood there. Captain Lostchild stood at about 5’11″, tall when compared to most, and dressed in mostly black clothing with gold trim which gave him a somewhat regal look. His hair was long, thick, and dark brown, drapping onto his shoulders. “Well? Never met Captain Morgan Lostchild before, have ye?” He said with a smile as his hand came up to gently stroke the small beard he had on his chin, nothing too large but it stood out. “Well unless you bring me something to drink you never will. I have been sober FAR too long.” He added before once again laughing, this time rather softly and too himself.

LadyBelz: Rachael hit the floor on her knees as the cell door slammed behind her. She chuckled darkly, glad to be anywhere but near that fat pig. She shuddered with disgust. Something moved in the dark corner nearby and she whirled around, dagger in her hand. “Yo…ho…ho….a pirate’s…life…for me…” came the barely whispered refrain. “Who’s there? Who are you?” she demanded. The man moved into the dim light of the cell and she could make out dingy gray hair and wrinkled skin. But it was the eyes that held her attention. They were oceanic blue and seemed to stare deep into her soul. “Who be you, girly? What you be doin ‘ere?” the man asked. Carefully, she returned her dagger to its sheath within her skirts as she settled herself more firmly on the floor. “My name’s Rachael. Who are you?” she wondered. The man tilted his head to the side, thinking. “Don’t quite remember. Been down ‘ere so bleedin’ long. Them guards be callin’ me Billy.” Rachael held out a hand. “It be a pleasure, Billy.” Billy reached out a shakey hand a clasped hers with it. She held firm, warming his cold limbs with her touch. He gave her a small smile. “Ye be a Pirate lass.” he stated. “How kin ye tell?” she wondered. “Ye have that look about ye. Tis a sight to these tired eyes. Where be yer Lord, I wonder.” Rachael turned to look out one of the portals. She could see torches lit on the far docks of the island and sighed. “Hopefully plannin me rescue.” she replied.

CharlotteCarrendar:- There was movement, a hell of a lot of it on the wharf, as the crew of the Edith knew what they had to do. One first mate cried out. “Lads…we got those costumes from the panto last summer, remember the one we did in Havish Bay?” There was a resounding cheer, as the Doctor asked the frilly dressed Pirate King, what they were on about. “Oh..that was a stellar performance. We did the Mikado…was smashing. Nothing sexier than a lady with a beard. Gives a man something to hang on to…RUFF!” he did a spectacular hip thrust, accentuating his mammoth and still wet cod piece. Captain Moon folded his arms. “I’m not dressing up as some bleeding tart!” he said gruffly, as the Doctor pulled on his arm. “Captain…its this, or full on war. We can catch them off guard with the lady pirates…and then, bring in the rest of the ships, and sink that son of a bitch.” The last part was said with a touch of anger, and the Captain noted this. “What be getting into your jimmies, lad?” The Doctor looked at his feet a moment, and then he coughed, holding up his hand to his mouth, as he said. “Lord Shammersmoth….he..had my wife imprisioned…after she knocked him back. Tis…how you came to meet me…I was playing the card games, to win the money to get her out.” The truth hit Captain Moon like a tonne of bricks. “RIGHT…someone get me a dress. There is PIRATING TO BE DONE!” The Pirate King squealed and then took Moon’s arm to escort him to the Edith. “I think the blue will match your eyes, James.” “Shut up and lets get this going, Maureen.” Meanwhile, the Doctor approached the new coming Captain, and smiled. “Ah…Captain…just the man we need to see. We have this…cunning plan and I need your ship to take the lead. Tell me, do you know Dolly Dixie down and dirty…its rather popular.” He mentioned a song that was loved by the pirates, who were now all getting dressed up as women. “We need to sail your ship out first, with…*he pointed at the crew behind him in frills and lace and then said*…just to distract the British long enough, to do a rescue then sink the bloody lot. Are you in?” <3>

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild arched a brow, stifling a laugh as he looked to the men putting on dresses before looking to the man who spoke to him. “Aye, I’d be glad to, may use them as a way to pul la few joke on my own men.” He said with a laugh before suddenly stepping forward and putting an arm around the man’s shoulders, pointing to the town. “But first! Drinks on me!
He shouted to the men, all now in drag, before answering the man’s question. “No, but I could use a new song to sing when we are on the seas.” He said before reaching up and removing his hat briefly to the man and putting it back on. “And call me Morgan, all my men do.” He added before almost forcibly dragging the man off in search of a tavern, or a woman, either would be welcome in his current state.

LadyBelz: Rachael had been staring out the port window for some time, at the lights in the distance. She sighed, leaning her head against the wall. “Oh, James. I can’t be takin’ much more of these separations between us.” she murmured. “That be yer Lord’s name, then?” Billy asked. Rachael looked at him over her shoulder. He was sitting on the sunken cot in the corner wrapped in a threadbare blanket to ward off the chill of the coming night. “Aye. Captain James Moon of The Devil’s Mystery.” she nodded. “How’d ye come ta be in his service?” Rachael turned away and moved to sit next to him. “I ran away from me home when I was but 13. Me stepfather had been wantin’ ta sell me to one of his…friends…for a coin…he already ruined me mum…he wasn’t gunna ruin me as well. I stowed away on Moon’s ship. Twas nearly a week before he found me. Been in his service ever since.” Rachael explained. Billy patted her hand. “Sound ta me like he be a good man.” Rachael smiled fondly. “That he is. One o’ the finest I’m ta ever meet.”

EmpsAthenaSoriDrach: -Sighing resting her chin on her palm listening to the sloshing of the waves lapping the wooden sides of the little boat. Casually twirling her father’s captain’s hat around her pointed finger, her own boredom setting in as she waited on orders- “God dammit…. How long as it been already” –Sighing swearing under her breath as the little boat rocked in the dark night slowly steering through the current into the cove, Dark lit she knew full well she was hidden n the invisible blanket of the darkness shrouding the cove. Pouting to herself as she regaled about the order her father had passed to her before leaving for the little wooden box she was sure would be her tomb if the pirates saw her incoming- “Don’t be afraid dear daughter, you’re the only man on this ship I know has been untainted by Pirate ways. All the men in my forces know and clearly sympathized with them. I am ordered to be more tactical with this and apparently” –slamming the new scroll orders on his desk with both hands- “I am barred from just setting fire and collapsing the cove right on top of them. Resting on our Loral’s to wait them to reclaim what is theirs” –Her father seemed weary as she nodded once. She had grown up in the safety of the Empire even being or Nordic blood she sounded as British and regal as they come and clearly could stand her own on a ship. Being by her father’s side many years she had never met a pirate but knew stories of them and her first time away at sea she knew she would come across their under handed tactics, sighing to her father as she took his old Unformed hat and cloak from his spying days and slung it over her back- “Father I will do this and prove I can be a great captain.. I will not sympathise with cretins that poison our docks and seas, you can rely on me” –being she was the only one of the crew who was to young to officially be signed on under her Majesty the queen she was the best chance of breaking the ‘ do not directly assault order’ her father had been given. Not that she knew why they crown would spar the rod on these pirates. Something seemed fishy but she couldn’t determine it. As her boat slowly yawed and lurched forward finally entering the darkness of the cavern. Frowning at the loud cheering and running about from the boat ahead, sighing rolling her eyes- “It’s like they want to be snuck up on” –leaning forward on her little boat to swing her grappling hook to grab and began scaling it’s side popping a head over the edge railing as she dashed silently around barrels, pressing her back to one as she listening hearing the men laugh and … to her dismay seeing them dress like very.. Crude pictures of the female form, frowning as she literally facepalmed- “Who in their right mind is going to not see through that.. they have bears for Christ sakes” –her voice to soft to be heard as she sat and listened-

CharlotteCarrendar: – On the Edith, it was like the backstage dressing room of a broad way musical, with pirates of all shapes and sizes, picking out female costumes to wear, in a big to go in as a musical brothel boat, in the hope of tricking the british into getting Rachael back. Moon and the Doctor, were both standing looking into a special chest that the Pirate King had brought up specially. “Its some of my best frocks. Knocked em dead in Paris.” He said, holding up a feather fan and waving it, as Moon sneered at the Doctor. “I hope to God Rachael never sees this.” He said with a gruff and angered tone. The Doctor took off his own hat, and then placed on a large white frilly wig. “Remember why we are doing this, Captain. Tis the only way.” The Captain’s shoulders slumped, as he took out a French burlesque costume, designed for the Pirate King. “I feel so cheap.” He muttered as he went off to get changed. The rest of the crew got the ship ready with fancy lanterns, and flags, and brought out the phonograph, so they could play music while they seduced the British soldiers. The first mate came up alongside Captain Lostchild and slapped his back heartily. “You are a good man for letting us use ya ship. Here…Smith is going to take ya for that drink. We promise to bring your ship back…in a jiffy.” He lied, and waved Captain Lostchild off, as he went to raise the anchor. The ship moved out of port with the dancing lady pirates on the top deck, approaching the Sentor, while all the other pirate ships….got ready. :: On the deck of the Sentor, two guards were doing the rounds, when they saw the brightly lit up party boat approaching. They both stopped, as they saw the buxom lassies, rubbing themselves against the posts and ropes, while there were four…very large ladies, dancing on the top or bow of the ship. Moon was dressed in a hot red number, with a white wig, while Captain Maureen, was dressed from head to to in pink feathers and lace and a black top hat. The Doctor was wearing a huge white wig, and equally odd makeup, and they all waved and blew kisses at the Sentor’s crew. “Let us aboard and for a bag of gold…we will sing, dance and blow your cares away….” the Pirate King or Queen sang out. <3>

I Bet She Gives Great Helmet! -Spaceballs, 1987

Players:
LoreleiRoseCarrendar (aka CharlotteCarrendar)
Shrurak
LadyBelz

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: On the Edith, it was like the backstage dressing room of a broad way musical, with pirates of all shapes and sizes, picking out female costumes to wear, in a big to go in as a musical brothel boat, in the hope of tricking the british into getting Rachael back. Moon and the Doctor, were both standing looking into a special chest that the Pirate King had brought up specially. “Its some of my best frocks. Knocked em dead in Paris.” He said, holding up a feather fan and waving it, as Moon sneered at the Doctor. “I hope to God Rachael never sees this.” He said with a gruff and angered tone. The Doctor took off his own hat, and then placed on a large white frilly wig. “Remember why we are doing this, Captain. Tis the only way.” The Captain’s shoulders slumped, as he took out a French burlesque costume, designed for the Pirate King. “I feel so cheap.” He muttered as he went off to get changed. The rest of the crew got the ship ready with fancy lanterns, and flags, and brought out the phonograph, so they could play music while they seduced the British soldiers. The first mate came up alongside Captain Lostchild and slapped his back heartily. “You are a good man for letting us use ya ship. Here…Smith is going to take ya for that drink. We promise to bring your ship back…in a jiffy.” He lied, and waved Captain Lostchild off, as he went to raise the anchor. The ship moved out of port with the dancing lady pirates on the top deck, approaching the Sentor, while all the other pirate ships….got ready. :: On the deck of the Sentor, two guards were doing the rounds, when they saw the brightly lit up party boat approaching. They both stopped, as they saw the buxom lassies, rubbing themselves against the posts and ropes, while there were four…very large ladies, dancing on the top or bow of the ship.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Moon was dressed in a hot red number, with a white wig, while Captain Maureen, was dressed from head to to in pink feathers and lace and a black top hat. The Doctor was wearing a huge white wig, and equally odd makeup, and they all waved and blew kisses at the Sentor’s crew. “Let us aboard and for a bag of gold…we will sing, dance and blow your cares away….” the Pirate King or Queen sang out.

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild almost yelled in excitment as he immediatly wrapped his arm around Smith’s shoulders, speaking cheerful. “Hope you can keep up with me, lad. Now, wher eis that tavern?” he asked before looking back as he watched his ship slowly leaving the dock, shouting out to the departing crew and the very strange men dressed as women. “Have my men tel lyou about the ‘special’ cannon in the bow of the ship!” He yelled before grinning and turning to Smith, walking towards the town as he spoke. “Do you know any good drinking songs, lad?” He asked before contining, his sea blue eyes looking to the town and back to Smith. “Nothing better than a roudy song with a drink.”

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: The guards on board the Sentor, looked quizzically as the ship laden with female booty, and some rather ugly ones at that came up alongside the Sentor and sure enough, the brazen hussies managed to have a large plank laid across to connect the two ships. You could hear the chorus of deep giggles, as one by one, the hairy legged lovelies paraded across the plank, with the Captain Moon and Doctor bringing up the rear, Moon in particular, trying his best to swing his hips like a woman, but he did look incredibly butch. The Doctor took it in his stride, and you would think he had done this before, while the Pirate King was a right nancy, tickling the guards with his feather boa, while blowing kisses at the other sailors. The sound of the dancing pirates coming aboard would be heard from beneath, and in particular, one Lord Shammersmoth, who heard the strains of music floating down to his cabin. “What the..?” he exclaimed, storming up from his cabin, only to be confronted with female dancers, snogging and dancing with his crew. “WHAT IN THE QUEEN’S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!” he shouted.

LadyBelz: The thunderous sound of many a foot was what awoke Rachael from the light doze she had fallen into. Billy sat up as well, blinking sleepily. “What the bleedin devil is that ruckus?” he asked. Rachael was staring up at the ceiling while straining to hear what was going on. “I think I hear singing.” she said. Billy turned his gaze upward as well and chuckled as he began to hear it as well. “Sounds like a bunch o’ drownin cats ta me.” Rachael had to laugh at his accurate description. “Maybe the Pig Lord himself be gettin into his own special drink.” Rachael snorted. “And pullin his own pud he is as well.” Billy added. Rachael turned a little green thinking of it. “Remind me ta scrub that horror from me brains later, eh?” she groaned.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – As soon as the Lord of the hour emerged from below, the Doctor and Captain Moon both looked at each other, stopping their dancing, since they knew that he was the key to the rescue of Rachael. For a moment, Moons looked up to the heavens, as if he was asking for forgiveness from the God’s of the sea for what he was about to do. The Doctor spoke through gritted teeth so as not to be heard and said to Moon. “Do it for her…and my wife.” The Captain then started what would be the most comical display that his crew and his own ship’s Doctor had ever seen. He started to prance across the floor, his hips swinging back and forth like the liberty bell, and then stood with his fake chest jutting out, right in the Lord’s face. He actually had melons shoved down his bustier, but least they were firm. “Fancy…a lap dance, Commodore?” his voice so husky, and with the thickly applied lipstick, he was overpowering to say the least. The Pirate King had to hold back a giggle, and then held his feather fan up to his face, waving it wildly, since he found this arousing…and so did…the Lord. “My…aren’t you a big one?” Captain Moon realised that the Lord had taken the bait, and he reached round and squeezed the Lord’s bottom. “Tee hee….hee. I like a man with…big buns.” Oh that just had all the sailors laugh and the Lord growled, as he licked his lips. “Why don’t you dance for me in private…Miss…err..?” The Captain fluttered his fake eyelashes and said huskily…”Call me..Luna…like the Moon.” With that, the Lord escorted Captain Moon down the stairs, as the rest of the crew of dancers, distracted the guards and officers. :: Running up the wharf, Smith had the secret to the lead ships capabilities, about a large cannon, that was hidden. “Quick…out of the cove lads…We going to blast those British right back to the Queen’s fanny!”

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild, having been all but abandoned in the rather empty tavern, humming a rather catchy tune to himself as he walked over to a table and made a small show of spinning the chair on one leg before cathing it and sitting down, simaltaneously removing his hat and lieing it on the table before he looked to the only other soul in the tavern, a barmaid. By God he nearly tore a hole through his trousers! It had been mintues since he had seen a woman, months since he had seen a real one and at the time any real woman rgeatly excited him. He did his best not the leer at the girl, grinning softly before slapping on the table. “Lass would you care to bring a salty ol’ captain a drink?” He said to her, still softly grinning.

LadyBelz: The footsteps moved closer and one deck above, Rachael could make out the sound of two voices. The Pig Lord she knew instantly, as his stench seemed to permeate the very wood of which the ship was built. The other voice sounded very high-pitched and a bit on the rough side…and very, very familiar. Her eyes widened. “Oh no he did not!” she gasped. “What’s that, then?” Billy asked. Rachael had a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and filled with mirth. She could barely speak as the hilarity of the situation suddenly struck her. Oh she could not wait to hear this story from James’s own mouth, that’s for bleedin sure…Meanwhile, inside The Drunken Jackyl, it was completely empty after the pirate hordes cleared out to go on a rescue mission. After Mary had roused some of the more drunken lads into picking up poor Jim and taking him home, she headed into the kitchen to start the washing up, leaving a single barmaid, Eden, to sweep up the floor and straighten the tables and chairs. When Captain Lostchild came into the bar, she gave him a quick glance before returning to her work. She heard a chair scraping across the floor before he spoke to her. “Lass would you care to bring a salty ol’ captain a drink?” She looked up to see the man was leering at her and she rolled her eyes. If she had a gold coin for every time a pirate looked at her that way, she could have been retired in some fancy mansion on the coast somewhere by now. Tossing the broom to the floor, she went to the bar to pour the man some mead, taking both mug and bottle to the table he sat at. She slammed both upon the rough surface. “Enjoy.” she stated before turning back to collect her broom.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Down below the Sentor, the Lord Shammersmoth brought the very large courtesan into this chambers thinking that “Luna” the luscious and buxom beauty, might very well do what Rachael failed to, and that was to get him off. He instantly strode over and turned on the phonograph to play his favourite music so that Luna had something to dance too. Captain Moon however, he had to come up with a plan to get Rachael out of the place where she was being held, and fast, before the other ships arrived and all hell broke loose. “Now…my lovely. Let old Shammie see those mmmm gorgeous breasts.” He said lustfully, turning around but only thing was, Captain Moon had a rather nasty surprise. For within his skirts he was wearing Rachael’s spare guns, which were cocked and pointed at the Lord’s face. ~click click~ “Hehehe…NO…you, are going to give me the keys to where ever it is Rachael is, or I am going to redecorate your walls…in pink…Savvy?” Captain Moon leered at the Lord, as the record hit a bump and repeated the same part of the song. “You….its you. Captain James MOON! You pirate scum….you loathsome baboon.” He swore, shaking his fist, as Moon put the barrels of his guns to the Lord’s head. “One…two…” The Lord went crosseyed seeing the fact the Captain was counting down. “Down the bottom of the ship, in a cell with that decrepit old Pirate.” Moon ripped off the Lord’s key chain and then he flicked the gun and said. “Sit!” with a growl. The Lord slank down into this chair, his chin wobbling. “What…what are you going to do?” The Captain leered at him and said. “Give you a lap dance you won’t forget.” The Lord gasped as the Captain raised up his boot from beneath his skirts and stomped hard and fast on the Lord’s willy, causing his to pass out cold. “Ya shit head!” he then kicked the chair back with the Lord in it and dashed out of the quarters, roaring. “RIGHT YOU GIRLS…KNOCK EM DEAD!” this was the cue for the lady pirates to bring out their weapons that were hiding in their dresses and scuffles and gunshots were heard, as Moon ran down the stairs to find his Rachael. “Rachael!” he cried, calling through the darkness.

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild flinched suddenly as the woman slammed his drink and the bottle onto the table, shooting her a slightly hurt gaze. “Lass, I meant no harm, hel if I wished to simply take you I would have tried already. I am no savage, well not towards women of course.” He said with a now, diminished erection and more serious expression as he leaned onto the table, grabbing his glass and hungrily taking a large drink, slamming it down onto the table himself. “And can you blame an old man like me? Hell 10 months on the sea would make even the most devout priest weak in the knees at the sight of a lass, any lass.” he said with a smile and a luagh before downing a second, even larger drink. He didn’t act much liek a pirate but he certainly drank liek one, already down to a small sip of his glass in two mouthfuls.

LadyBelz: Eden laughed then. “Yer a bit of a charmer ain’t ya?” She swiped her damp hair back from her forehead. Eden didn’t think she was a pretty girl, she wasn’t as vain as some of the women on the island, but a few of the pirates had been looking her over. It flattered her a bit…but not that much, especially on a nightly basis. Mary popped her head out of the kitchen. “Floor ain’t ta be cleanin itself, Eden. Get yer lazy arse ta work.” She snapped before heading back into the kitchen. Eden stuck her tongue out at the closing door, only to hear Mary shout out “I heard that, missy!”…Back on the Sentor, Rachael stood when she heard the gunshots and the sounds of bodies hitting the deck. Underneath all that, she could hear her name being shouted. “I’m down here! James! Down here!” she called out, moving to stand at the bars of the cell and waving her arm through it. She tried to see Moon as she heard him descend the stairs. When he came around the corner, Rachael’s mouth dropped open in shock. It was the last thing she expected to see.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Up on the top deck, the pirates all removed their wigs, except for the Pirate King, he was really enjoying being dressed totally as a women. But the guards were horrified to realize they had been had by filthy pirates. The sounds of swords clanging and rifle fire, only made the sound worse, by the oncoming fleet of the Pirates. The loud whistle as Cannons were ripping through the air, the boom of the guns, and the skull and cross bones was fluttering proudly upon the Devil’s mystery, who was being sailed by the rest of the crew. Down below, Captain Moon was fiddling with the keys, while his wig made him look so much taller. He could make out his Rachael in the faint glow of the cannon fire, and was trying to hurry up and unlock the door to the cell. “Don’t..you say a bloody word, Woman.” He growled under his breath, knowing he looked like something from a pantomime. Another turn of the key and the gate opened, and Captain Moon reached in to seize Rachael by the arm and drag her out, before the ship was blown apart.

Guest_Shrurak: With a chuckle Captain Lostchild simply winked to the woman, taking the last sip from his glass before adding. “No, dear. Just British.” He said wit ha smile before standing and grabbing the bottle, turning it up high as he too ka large drink, nearly draining it before stopping to slightly whipe his lips and walk around the bar. “Aye, many a men would certainly get into a right damned hustle over you, lass. Fueled by ol’ liquid courage as it were.” he said, tipping the bottle slightly to her as he leaned against a wall close to the bar and to the woman and took an othe rlong, hearty drink. “And my dear, if I drink much more I might not be able to use my o’l sword to ravish you.” he said playfully, wiggling his eyebrows as he sat the now empty bottle on the bar top and calmly wlaked back over to his table, grabbing his hat and tossing it unceremoniously onto his head.

LadyBelz: Rachael had to do a double-take to be sure she wasn’t seeing things. “Are you wearing a bleedin’ dress?” she snickered. “And makeup?” She had to bite her lip or she was going to bust out laughing. “Don’t..you say a bloody word, Woman.” he growled back in reply. He fiddled with the keys and lock, finally getting the door open and grabbing her arm. He began to pull her out but she balked. “Wait! James! Wait!” They were nearly to the stairs going up when she retaliated to the rough treatment by kicking him in the ankles. “James Peter Moon! Stop dragging me about and listen for two bloody seconds!” she shouted over the sounds of dying men, swords crashing and gunfire….Eden continued to sweep and clean up as Lostchild walked around chatting about bar fights and swords. She had a smile on her lips as she bent down to pick up a dirty glass that had been under one of the tables. “T’would take more than a sword to try ta ravage me, sir.” Eden stated, voice muffled as she looked under other tables for missing crockery.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: The Captain was in a hurry to get his fair Rachael out and off that ship, but did she thank him? Did she swear her undying love? No, she bloody well kicked at him and snickered, then said something about having to stand and listen to her. Her timing was as always impeccable. But right on cue, a cannon ball ripped through the hull of the ship, blasting the sides and the timber went flying. “WHAT?!” he then spotted the old Pirate that was still in the cell. “Bleeding heck…ugh…there has to be another one to save.” He released Rachael and then stormed back in, ripping the Old Pirate off his chained bed and then threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, as up above, the screams of the dying and the clash of blades continued. “NOW…Let’s get moving!” He thundered past Rachael and tore up the stairs, with the poor old Pirate muttering some happy tune and waving to Rachael who would have been behind them. Up top, it was madness, and the Doctor was madly trying to fight off two soldiers with his one sword. Moon charged past and took out a musket, firing it into the back of one of the solider’s heads, blasting it apart. “We haven’t got time for dilly dallying. ALL HANDS ABANDON THIS SHIP!” He roared, as the dancing pirate ladies yelled out “AYE AYE, CAPTAIN!” Down below in the Lord’s cabin, Lord Shammersmoth was trying to get to his feet, his pants stained from the blood of his damaged willy. “I”LL GET YOU MOON….IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!”

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Guest_Shrurak: “Ah but most men do not know how to use theirswords like men, they toss them wildly to and fro like savages with little concern for finesse or tactics.” he said, a soft msile playing over his lips as he turned to look at her just as she bent down, more thna few naughty diea spopping into his head as he leanined onto his table. ” Ia m a captain, I got the where I am with skill not force. Though..” He chcukled softly before gently tugging the front of his hat down to hide a rather darker expression. “The thrill of watching a rival ship burn and sink into the depths, after listening to your cannons tear them to shreds, can be just as thrilling pleasuring as lieing with a woman.” he smirked softly before standing and reaching into his coat, digging otu a few golden coins and tossing the monto his table, the coins rattling on one another as he did so. “For the drink and the company.” He said before tossing an extra coin onto them and taking his seat once more.

LadyBelz: The sound of coin bouncing across wood caught Eden’s attention and she stood up quickly, snatching up the coins and shoving them down the top of her dress. “Ye have a dark side, me think. But thank ye all the same, sir.”….Moon grabbed up Billy, and ran from the cell, Rachael on his heels, and just in time too as a cannonball exploded the wall where the cot had been resting. As they reached top deck, Moon shouting the order to abandon the ship, Rachael had to pause and stare. Pirates all over, in various stages of women’s dress were fighting off Lord Hammerspig’s men. She spotted the Devil’s own doctor fighting off two. Moon ran on, grabbing his pistol and shooting one of them in the head. Rachael quickly caught up to Moon, beating him to the rail and swinging across safely to her beloved Devil’s Mystery. She turned to wait for Moon to bring Billy safely across.

Guest_Shrurak: Lostchild chuckled deep in his throat, a now slightly dark smirk painted firmly on his face as he gently let his hand cup and stroke his chin beard as he spoke to the woman. “All good captain’s need an outlet, mine is naval warfare.” He tipped his hat up, now lettign rest sligthy further back on his head before winking to the woman. “Most salty dogs look to woman for that, i say woman are far too beautiful to take otu such things upon.” With that he casually reached down and pulled out his pistol. Though at first it looked quite like the standard flintlock pistol it quickly became aware that is had twin barrels, one beside the other. The engravings on the barrels worn away from the sea air and years of use, the wood dinged and tarnished from the same. He calmly twirled it on his finger before catching it in his hand and pointing it up into the air at a slightly angle. “Men who use woman never meet swift deaths.” He thin grinned a bit..wickedly for someone so polite and well spoken. “And, lass. I am the reason behind that. My men like to call me ‘The widow Maker’.” He luaghed loudly at that before bringing his pistol down onto the table and smiling to the woman. “Another drink, lass?”

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: :- The five other ships of the British fleet were alerted to the oncoming of the Pirate fleet, with the Devil’s mystery in the lead. But what shocked all the officers on the other ships was the fact that it was women that were doing all the fighting. The Devil’s mystery came up one side of the Sentor, the Edith came up the other, as the Pirate King grabbed a rope and swung across to his vessel. “TALLY HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he sang out, as he was still in pink feathers and sequins, much to the delight of his crew. Rachael had already swung over to the Devil, leaving Moon fighting off the last of the guards, as he took a rope and snarled at the smelly old bugger on his shoulder. “PISS ON ME, AND I GUT YOU, YA OLD FART!” Then with a push off, he swung across between the ships, as Lord Shammersmoth came up the stairs. “MOOOON…COME BACK HERE!…YOU’RE DEAD…YOU’RE ALL…” then both the Edith and the Devil’s mystery’s cannons opened fire, in a massive display of firepower, with the smell of gun powder and splintering wood. The Sentor was being blown to bits, its masts collapsing as the ship was pummelled over and over by the cannon fire. The Sentor started to break apart, then the fire reached the hold where the gun powder was stored and then there was an almighty explosion, as the ship was blown clear out of the water. Captain Moon landed, and rolled onto the main deck, while the old Pirate was flung towards a barrel. With the other ships seeing the might of the Pirate fleets, they all started to try and turn away, with the Sentor starting to sink, below the waves. Captain Moon stood up, with his wig on crooked and lipstick smeared, as the crew cheered and shook their swords at the pussy British fleet. Moon then placed his hands on his hips and snarled at all of them. “I need a bloody drink.” And stormed off to his cabin. The doctor came over and went to hug Rachael, though he was still in drag. “They did all this, for you, Lady Rachael.” The scene was one of death, broken masts and gay looking pirates. Where else would she ever rather be?

LadyBelz: Eden stared at the gun in the man’s hands. It was larger than any gun she’d ever seen. “I’m impressed, sir. Ya wouldn’t happen ta be making widows of the married gentry would ye? Them English dandies dunna take a kindness to a pirate between their lass’s skirts and such.” Eden wondered, continuing around the bar and doing her tasks. Mary had popped out a couple of times to collect any dirty dishes Eden found, and to make sure there was no funny business going on, giving Lostchild dirty looks each time she noticed he was still around. Explosions and gunfire echoed through the open windows of The Drunken Jackyl as Mary popped in again. “Sounds like quite the party.” Mary stated, grabbing up another tray of dishes. Eden took a look out the window in time to see a ship’s mast sinking below the waves. She caught sight of an English flag on the mast and snickered. “Serves those English bastards right. This is our island, neutral ground and they have no business a’bein here.” Eden turned back to Lostchild. “The Pirate Lords and the English Monarchy have a treaty in place, have had it for centuries. This island is our safe haven. No Englishman would dare step upon our lands without reprecussions.” She pointed out the window, where another English ship went down in flames. “Someone’s head will be on the chopping block with this one.”….Rachael made sure that Billy was okay after his flight across the deck before she turned to James. She caught a glimpse of his backside, still encased in pink as he headed to his cabin. “Tim, could you see ta Billy, please.” she called out. Tim nodded and helped the old sea dog to his feet as Rachael headed below to the Captain’s quarters. His door was closed against her and locked tight. She knocked on the door before calling out his name. “James. Open the door, please.” she requested. She sensed that his male pride had taken a pretty hard hit, and her laughing at him probably didn’t help matters any. But she had to thank him for rescuing her. If only he’d “OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR, YA DAFT BASTARD!” she shouted when she didn’t get a reply to her knock.

Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild let out a rather loud laugh at the woman’s response. “Who said I did it to get into there skirts, lass?” He said with a sly, almost decieving, smirks. “I kill men who deserve it, I leave the woman alone. Though I can’t say they haben’t thrown their knickers at me afterwards.” He said with a soft snicker before her turned to see the woman who popped out fro ma door behind the bar regularly. “Are you daft woman? Not very nice to give a man looks liek those less you intend to kill him.” He remakred before waving her over. “Come, sit. I’ll pay you just to talk if I have to.” He added before once more tossing several coins onto the table. Hearing the explosions and gunfire he smiled. “Ah, yes. Those strange loons at the docks mentioned something about that, took my ship to help them with it.” He said, leaving his pistol on the table though he knew it wasn’t loaded, and leaning back into the chair, propping his heels up onto the table.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Captain Moon didn’t really want rum, he wanted to get out of the silly get up and make up that made him look just like the Pirate King, Maureen. No sooner had he entered his cabin, he ripped off the wig and threw it so it landed on Harold and covered the bird completely. Then to the wash basin, and he scrubbed all the foul make up off his face, before patting it dry. Hands raised up, he undid his bustier, with the melons falling to the ground, only to hear Rachael now banging on his door. “James. Open the door, please.” He was still partly dressed in the girly skirt and grumbled and muttered to himself, not answering as he shook his hips to get it to fall off. Then, standing in his smalls, and nothing else, he heard her scream out like a woman possessed. “OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR, YA DAFT BASTARD!” Up top the crew were celebrating the end of the Sentor, when down below, Captain Moon opened the door, and Rachael would see pretty much all of him. He looked at her, chest rising and falling, glistening in sweat and the water droplets from his face and chin. “What?”

LadyBelz: Mary stared at the man, face scrunched up in a glare. “I’m no innocent serving wench, M’Lord. This be my place. Behave or take yourself and leave.” Mary headed back into the kitchen, leaving Eden and Lostchild alone. “Ya have ta excuse Mary. She worked hard ta get this place a’runnin. I’m greatful to her for the work.” She pushed the fresh coins across the table at him and sat down to rest her tired feet. “No need ta pay extra for me comp’ny. You’re an okay bloke.” Eden gave him a genuine smile…When the door flew open, Rachael had a reply to his curt greeting ready to speak but the words died a swft death upon seeing him. It may very well have been the first time she’d ever seen his unclothed body in the light of day. And he was a fine specimen to behold. All sinew and muscle. She gulped and dragged her gaze away from his chest to his eyes. “I…uh…came to…thank you…for the rescue…so…thank you.” she murmured. Surprising them both, she stepped closer to him and leaned up to plant a small kiss upon his stubbled cheek before she turned to walk away.

Guest_Shrurak: Lostchild let out a chuckle before shouting at the woman who glared to him as she wwent back int othe kitchen. “Still doesn’t make you any less daft.” He said before smiling and pushes the coins back to the woman who sat down across from him.” Take the gold, lass. My pride is fragile enough without cute lasses turning away my coin.” He said with a chuckle before adding. “Even if it is just for company.” With that he looked to the window and smiled. “I envy those men, a good fight would be welcome right now.” He said softly as he calmly gave his pistol a spin, casuing it to twirl around on it’s side.

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: For the first time in Moon’s life, he saw Rachael become awkward in his presence. The fact he was barely dressed might have had something to do with it. He was cutting in his one word question of “What?” but he was more than anything ashamed that he had to dress as a woman to save his woman. He stared down at her with those brooding dark eyes, the shock of jet black hair, that hung partially over one eye. His rippling muscles and abs, dripping with sweat and just soo….damn sexy. She then stuttered and stammered her way through an apology, and kissed his cheek, like…she was his sister. Moon stood there, looking oddly at her as she turned and walked away. All that effort, for a kiss on the cheek? Moon was about to close his door, when the Doctor came past Rachael, and then saw Moon’s state of dress. “I have heard of quickies…but that is ridiculous, Captain.” The Captain rolled his eyes and spun on his heel, then went back in his cabin, as the Doctor followed, slowly taking off his own wig, but still painted up like a lady. “Not what you think, Doc.” The Captain muttered sitting down in his chair and turning it towards the window. The Doctor looked confused and then brightened and said. “Premature ejaculation happens sometimes.” The Captain tossed him a look that was as if the Doctor had been drinking. “I didn’t touch her….She bloody well confused me again.” The Doctor sat down and fiddled with his lace frillies. “How?” The Captain sighed as he watched a wig dancing across the floor, probably Harold under it. “I don’t think she finds me attractive.” The Doctor kinda found that funny and had to cover his mouth with his hand. “I think she’s gay.” Moon said, rolling his fist and resting his chin on it. “Either that, or I am uglier than a dog’s ass.”

LadyBelz: Mary came back out of the kitchen with a wicked looking butcher’s knife in her hands. She marched up to the occupied table and slammed the knife, point down into the wood right near Lostchild’s smallest finger. “Ya want somethin ta eat or ya just gonna yammer me ears off all bleedin night?” She demanded, snatching up the coins on the table before either Eden or Lostchild could speak…Rachael stood up on the deck of The Devil’s Mystery. They hadn’t bothered returning to the island as they had stocked up on supplies earlier in the day and were sailing out into open seas. Someone had broken the treaty between the Pirate Lords and the English monarchy by attacking the pirates on their home turf, neutral lands and someone was going to pay. Tim came up beside her as she stared at the lights of their home as they faded in the distance. “Are ya okay, Miss Rachael? You took a pretty hard hit ta the head.” he asked. She patted his hand and gave him a small smile. “I’m fine, Tim. I have you ta thank fer raisin’ the alarm, I believe.” Tim blushed and ran his hand through his hair in embarassment. “I’d do it again, too. Yer important ta us, Miss Rachael. I don’t want anything bad ta happen to ya, ever.” he admitted. She patted his arm. “Yer a bonnie boy, Tim. Ya better get some sleep. Long day ahead of us on the morrow.” He nodded and headed to his bunk below. Rachael turned and went up to relieve the first mate for the evening, keeping the ship steady on her course, while she tried and failed to keep her thoughts of Moon and his gorgeous body from her mind. Who knew he was hiding such sexiness beneath all the ruffles and leather? She knew she could not repeat her actions at the lagoon. Some men, and it seemed Moon was one of them, didn’t care for women who asserted themselves in the bedroom. She shook her head and kept her attention on steering The Devil’s Mystery. If James wanted her, he was going to have to come to her for once. She was done with the chase…for now.

Roleplay Live : Group : A Pirate’s Life

La Isla del Mar Negro

”Whose ya Daddy?”

Writers:

Lady Belz (GM)
CharlotteCarrendar

Last time on The Devil’s Mystery…

LadyBelz: Mary came back out of the kitchen with a wicked looking butcher’s knife in her hands. She marched up to the occupied table and slammed the knife, point down into the wood right near Lostchild’s smallest finger. “Ya want somethin ta eat or ya just gonna yammer me ears off all bleedin night?” She demanded, snatching up the coins on the table before either Eden or Lostchild could speak…Rachael stood up on the deck of The Devil’s Mystery. They hadn’t bothered returning to the island as they had stocked up on supplies earlier in the day and were sailing out into open seas. Someone had broken the treaty between the Pirate Lords and the English monarchy by attacking the pirates on their home turf, neutral lands and someone was going to pay. Tim came up beside her as she stared at the lights of their home as they faded in the distance. “Are ya okay, Miss Rachael? You took a pretty hard hit ta the head.” he asked. She patted his hand and gave him a small smile. “I’m fine, Tim. I have you ta thank fer raisin’ the alarm, I believe.” Tim blushed and ran his hand through his hair in embarrassment. “I’d do it again, too. Yer important ta us, Miss Rachael. I don’t want anything bad ta happen to ya, ever.” he admitted. She patted his arm. “Yer a bonnie boy, Tim. Ya better get some sleep. Long day ahead of us on the morrow.” He nodded and headed to his bunk below. Rachael turned and went up to relieve the first mate for the evening, keeping the ship steady on her course, while she tried and failed to keep her thoughts of Moon and his gorgeous body from her mind. Who knew he was hiding such sexiness beneath all the ruffles and leather? She knew she could not repeat her actions at the lagoon. Some men, and it seemed Moon was one of them, didn’t care for women who asserted themselves in the bedroom. She shook her head and kept her attention on steering The Devil’s Mystery. If James wanted her, he was going to have to come to her for once. She was done with the chase…for now.

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CharlotteCarrendar: – In the Captain’s cabin, the Doctor was asleep in the Captain’s bunk, one leg hanging out and a few spent rum bottles on the floor, while at the Captain’s desk, Moon was working on his charts, knowing that they would not be returning to Skull Island anytime soon. The threat to the Pirates was greater than ever, after blowing up the Sentor and most likely killing about a hundred or so of the Queen’s men. Bad day to be British, that was for sure. The pitch and sway of the ship, had the empty rum bottles rolling back and forth across the floor of the Captain’s cabin, with the clink sound heard, as they smacked into each other. Harold the Parrot, was asleep on his perch, still wearing that god awful wig that the Captain threw on him the night before.

The First mate was clearly doing a good job at sailing the Devil’s Mystery, the Captain thought to himself, and now that he had the chart figured out, he snapped up his compass, and rose from his chair. The Doctor let out a loud snore and then grumbled something incoherent, which only made the Captain raise an eyebrow and think to himself. “What kind of man can’t hold three full bottles of rum? Clearly the Doctor couldn’t. Wearing his usual pants, he pulled on a reasonably clean shirt, and tied off his pants with a bow, that he tucked back inside. Reaching for his hat, he fixed it on his long brown hair, not even bothering to set to it with a brush, since he thought that was a girly thing to do, and dreadlocks were more appealing…smelly but appealing, and then strode out of his cabin, to go give the new course directions to the first mate.

As he reached the main deck, he felt the crisp morning salt air hit his face, almost blowing off his hat, but the sweet salt scent was invigorating to his senses. This was going to be a better day, he figured. Then..he saw who was at the helm, and cringed. Rachael was the one steering the ship, and after their last chat the night before, he once again had two left feet. Sucking up his pride, he marched up the stairs, and then with folded arms, he stood along side Rachael, looking straight out to sea, and said;

“Shot any birds yet, love?”

*

LadyBelz: Rachael had spent a peaceful night up on deck keeping the ship steady and on course, keeping her thoughts on safe topics such as what was to happen when the Queen discovered this travesty, and who’s head was going to roll for it. She wasn’t remotely tired and Cook had brought her something to eat just a short time ago so she was no longer hungry. She was so into her task she was unaware Moon had shown up beside her until he spoke.

“Shot any birds yet, love?” If it hadn’t been for the fact that she was concentrating so heavily on keeping the ship steady, she would have steered into some rocks or a reef as he had badly startled her. She took a deep breath and calmly replied back to him in return. “Kind of hard ta shoot when you’re sailing, Captain.” She took a glance at the compass and saw they were a few degrees off-course and quickly made the necessary adjustments. “And good morning. Did you sleep well?” she asked.

*

CharlotteCarrendar: – Truth was, the Captain hadn’t slept a wink. He was suffering from insomnia, probably due to stress but he wasn’t about to tell Rachael, that as she might view it as weakness. “Not much sleep. Bit difficult when the Doctor is snoring and ranting in his.” Well at least that was the truth, to a certain extent. The Captain couldn’t help but look down at Rachael, and though he in his heart wanted to go down on one knee and start to serenade her, he knew that was probably the last thing she would want, being that she had that fierce look of gritted teeth determination as she gripped the ship’s wheel with a white knuckled intensity.

Glancing down at the deck, the old man that he had rescued the night before, was still asleep on the deck in amongst some netting and looked pretty comfortable. The Captain raised an eyebrow, since most of the other pirates were attending to their duties to run the ship.

“Who is that silly old bugger down there? And why is he sleeping? If he don’t pull his weight, I be sure to slam a meathook through his neck and toss him over the side to catch a marlin.”

He gave Rachael a firm nod and then realized he was finding himself looking at her for too long and then silently went on his business, going down to tend to the crew.

*
LadyBelz: “That ‘silly old bugger’ as you call him was locked up in the hold of the pig’s ship for God knows how long. Let him sleep, probably the best sleep he’s gotten in ages.” Rachael called after him as he walked away. She growled in frustration. She honestly did not know what Moon’s problem was this fair morning. She was unfailingly polite, didn’t shout, didn’t get angry and was practically the essence of calm as she steered the ship through calm seas. And yet he still deigned to treat her as if she hadn’t a brain cell to be had in her head. Sighing, she came to the conclusion that she would never understand James Peter Moon and that maybe that interlude by the waterfall was some weird dream brought on by too much sun. “Mr Gibbs, take over please.” she commanded to the first mate. “I’m going to me cabin for a bit of a lie in.” She glanced at Moon’s back as he stood below before she left, shaking her head.

*

CharlotteCarrendar:- The wooden door to the cabins below, opened and out of it came a dishevelled ship’s Doctor, who was trying to put his spectacles on and kept doing it upside down, wondering why they weren’t catching on his ears. He saw Ms Rachael coming towards the direction to go below, and he staggered in front of her, the smell of rum on his breath.

“Help…I can’t put my glasses on.”

The ship started to lurch as Mr Gibbs took over, and all of a sudden, the Doctor’s face went a violent shade of green. He placed his hand over his mouth, and you could see the reaching was starting, from the pit of his stomach. Oh god, he was going to be sick. He held up a finger politely as he could and then dashed, or tried to, nearly tripping over a loose rope, as he reached the edge of the ship and started to throw up, a spectacular array of colours from the contents of his stomach. The horrid cries and sounds he made, even frightened the seagulls that had been resting on the yard arm.

“Oh…oh…*bleah*….help…oh..god. Never…*ralph*…again…”

*

LadyBelz: When the Doctor stopped her on her way below, she had to back away a few feet as he smelled strongly of rum, almost as if he’d taken a bath in it. “Help…I can’t put my glasses on.” the man moaned.

“Ye should know by now ye can’t hold yer rum, Doc.” Rachael snorted. “Don’t know why ye continue ta try.” The ship lurched once before steadying, but once was all it took for the Doctor to turn an ugly shade of green she’d seen once on a rotted bread loaf. She stepped aside as he practically tripped over everything at his feet to get to the side of the ship, tossing up the contents of his stomach in multicolor and disgusting fashion. Rachael turned away, but not before she inadvertently caught Moon’s eyes upon her. Her gaze remained soft and kind before she turned away and continued her journey to her bunk and some much needed sleep.

*

CharlotteCarrendar:- The last bits of drool seemed to hang like a strand from the edge of the Doctor’s lip, as he was hanging over the side of the ship, staring at the discoloured waters from where he had thrown up everything he had eaten for the last few days. His pitiful moans, like that of a dying man, even got the attention of the ship’s Captain, but not before he caught sight of his lady Rachael, who gave him a look that would melt the hardest of hearts. He then returned a look in kind, like that of when they were on the island near the rock pool, and held her gaze for what seemed like at least two minutes. Course that poor sap of a hung over man, the Doctor had to go and spoil the moment, with his infernal retching.

As Rachael turned away, and made her way below, the Captain approached the Doctor and slapped his back heartily, causing the Doctor’s glasses to slip and he almost lost them to the sea.

“I think she smiled at me. Wait I know she did. Maybe she’s not gay. I don’t know.” He then sniffed the air near the Doctor and wrinkled up his face.

“I think you smell worse than the burley to catch the big fish. Eww.”

*

LadyBelz: Belowdecks, Rachael made her way to her cabin, lost in thought. She really wanted to go back to Port Royale and deal with the murderer of her parents. The man deserved every ounce of hate and loathing she held within her body. She sat down on her bunk, looking through the portal beside the bed at the clouds overhead. “I don’t know what to do, Father. That man is evil and twisted and has too much power. How can I fix this, fix him?” She sighed, laying down and locking her fingers behind her head, staring up at the ceiling. “And James…he’s taken to avoiding me again. It wasn’t so bad before we started realizing we liked each other…but now I feel like I’ve lost something special.” She turned on her side, her cat jumping up beside her and cuddling close. “At least you still love me.” She grinned, scratching him behind his ears. He purred with delight, enjoying her attentions as only a cat could. Sighing, she took comfort in stroking her cat’s fur as she stared off into space, lost in her thoughts.

*

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Ship’s Doctor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and the smell was rancid. Even he had to admit he was on the nose. One thing about the ship, there was really only one way to have a wash, and he wasn’t going to like it. The Captain shook his head, and then pointed to the starboard side. “Go wash ya face good and proper, before you go talking to anyone, or you be killing with ya breath.” The ship’s Doctor’s shoulders sagged, and he trudged away, the odd hiccup coming from him. He truly wasn’t pirate material, but he had been helpful in the rescue of Rachael, and the Captain was ever grateful for that.

Over on the nets, the old salt was finally stirring, after what would have been the best sleep he had had in forever. Blinking and then sitting up, he stretched and popped a few joints, and then raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. Glancing around, he could see all the pirates at work, and a smile broke out on his withered features. No longer captive of the English bastards, he was free…well as free as any Pirate could be. Captain Moon happened to be marching past, when the old Pirate sung:

“Oh hey diddley dee…a pirate life for meeeeee.”

The Captain stopped and then leaned over and sniffed the old bugger, before looking a bit sick himself. “And I thought the Doctor stunk. You…get up top and wash. Then go see Rachael for some decent pirating outfit. You are about fifty years out of date, Old man.”

*

LadyBelz: Billy put his hands on his hips and laughed happily. “Sorry, mate. Kind of hard ta get a proper bath be’in locked up for so long. I can be takin care o’ that in a jiff. J’es need a decent set of clothes as you can see.” Billy chuckled, pointing to his dirty and dingy “prisonware”. “Don’t know me size anymore, losin a fair stone, I did. Yer doctor is about me size, if’n he don’t mind ta share?” Without waiting for an answer, Billy strode toward the gangplank and jumped off into the sea, laughing the whole time. He managed to snag a trailing rope from The Devil’s Mystery and tied it to his waist, allowing the ship to pull him along like some decrepit, oversized bath toy as he used the sea water to have a proper wash. Cook, who was walking by at the time, tossed Billy a cake of soap, which Billy was thankful for. “Much obliged, mate!” Billy called out, yanking off his dirty clothes and letting them float away.

*

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Captain could hardly believe his eyes, when the old bugger jumped off the gang plank. Normally, you have to give them a bit of a prod with a sword to get them to walk. But this guy, he ran and took a flying leap. Even a few deck hands took to the side, to see if the old bloke had vanished beneath the waves, but sure enough, he was being dragged along using a ship’s rope to keep him from being washed away, and treated the sea as his own private spa. “Blow me down…where he learn to do dat?” The Captain said, almost shocked by the old coot. One of the crew laughed to see him catch the soap from Cook on the fly and start singing as his clothes were being taken off and he was scrubbing himself into a lather. “Hmmph. Well don’t call to me when he gets dragged back on deck. I don’t think me eyes want to catch sight of his shrivelled bits.” And with that, the Captain left the crew to be amused by Billy’s antics.

*

LadyBelz: Below decks, Rachael, who had yet to sleep, heard the commotion and sat up quickly, wondering what the hell was going on. She took a glance out the portal in time to see a wrinkled and naked arse rise up out of the water as the crew above began to pull Billy from the water. Billy spun in the rope until his front was facing her and her eyes widened in shock before she spun away from the sight of a shrunken mast. “Oh now I think I’m going to be sick.” she moaned, hand over her mouth. Mr Pibbs agreed with her with a meow…Above deck, Billy was handed a fresh set of clothing and a piece of cloth to dry off with. “Thanks, mate. Feels grand to be in clean clothes again.” Tim was standing close to him and had to ask his questions. “How’d you end up a prisoner?” Billy looked at the young lad with a sad smile. “Ah, mate. Tis a sad tale that is. Some time ago…oh probably nigh ta ’bout 15-20 years now, I was an English merchant living with me wife and young daughter back in Port Royale. Oh I loved me fair Lils and me daughter, apples of me eye they were. And then me best friend…betrayed me. Stole me ship, me work, me very livlihood. Had ta resort ta piratin to keep food on me table and a roof over our heads. One day…was sailing off the coast of Spain, raiding one o’ them Spanish ships. Got caught in a crossfire. I nearly escaped, but was caught by those Spanish bastards. Jailed for a short time…I sent notice home so’s not ta worry me family. Got a reply that told that me wife and child had been killed, a thief stole into our home while I was gone and slit their throats in their beds. Broke me heart. Stayed in Spain for a time, moved on ta Ireland for a fair bit, met a lovely young lass. Didn’t think I could love her more than me dear departed wife, but I did…and gave her a son, finest son ever ta be had. But those English bastards raided our town, killing everyone. Killed me wife, killed me son…”

Billy shook his head with a sigh. “I was recognized for the pirate I was…locked up, fer good this time. Didn’t care ta live anymore without me family. Found out later that both me families were killed by the same bloody bastard who’d ordered me locked up.” he finished. “But if I had one chance ta get me hands on the bastard who killed me families…I’d rip his guts out and use em fer garters.”

*

CharlotteCarrendar:- Now, the Doctor had been washing himself up on the top deck, and after getting the vomit spittle out of his good and only shirt, he came back down the steps, to hear that the old Pirate, Billy was telling his tale. It actually had many of the pirates intrigued, and one thing should be known, is that on these long voyages, any story is a good one. The Doctor finally figured out the right way to put on his spectacles, and then leaned on one of the crates that was stached two high. He narrowed his gaze on the mention of Port Royale, and then he started to do the mathmatics in his head of Billy’s approximate age, and how that would translate into the time period of which he spoke. He started to run his stubbled chin, as he stared down at the floor, and went over the same sentence in his head, that Billy had said;

“oh probably nigh ta ’bout 15-20 years now, I was an English merchant living with me wife and young daughter back in Port Royale. Oh I loved me fair Lils and me daughter, apples of me eye they were.”

The rest of the crew were enjoying hearing of this tale, for it was filled with drama, and love, loss and family. But the part about how he was done over by the same man repeatedly, showed that whoever this man was, had a serious bone to pick with Billy.

The ship’s Doctor started to back up, and then he had a thought in mind, and headed for Rachael’s cabin. He couldn’t be sure, but was it a coincidence about the remarks of the wife and daughter back in Port Royale? There was only one way to find out, and that was to ask Rachael herself.

Descending the stairs, and then opening the door, he made his way along the corridor till reaching her cabin and knocked twice, trying to keep from being sick again, as the ship had this tendency to roll with the waves, and being sea sick on an empty stomach was just horrid. Hearing her inside asking for whoever knocked to enter, he smartly opened the door, and went inside. Seeing the fair Rachael, he bowed his head, in respect, and then said;

“Lady Rachael…that withered man on deck, the one that the Captain rescued. He…he was just telling the crew about his life before being locked up by the British for piracy.” -the Doctor bit his bottom lip, worried about whether or not his own conclusion was correct.

“He said…he was once a successful merchant, about 15 -20 years ago and he spoke of a wife and daughter. He said the wife’s name was Lils. Does…that ring any bells?”

The Doctor looked at her thoughtfully, wondering if he was right about this.

*

LadyBelz: Rachael was just relaxing into sleep when someone knocked on the door to her cabin. Sighing, she sat up and bid them to enter, frowning when the Doctor stepped into the room. He looked quite agitated. He bowed to her in respect before speaking. “Lady Rachael…that withered man on deck, the one that the Captain rescued. He…he was just telling the crew about his life before being locked up by the British for piracy.” Rachael stared at him, a small frown upon her face. “What’s tha have ta do with me?” she asked. He looked about nervously before speaking again. “He said…he was once a successful merchant, about 15-20 years ago, and he spoke of a wife and daughter. He said the wife’s name was Lils. Does…that ring any bells?” Rachael’s frown deepened. “I think that rum’s gone ta ya head, Doctor. Since I was old enough to talk, me dear mother told me that me father was a pirate, not an English merchant. So whatever thought ye have in that skull of yours, ye may want to re-examine.” she chuckled. “And incidentally…me mother’s name was Lillian.” she added as an afterthought. “Me da would never resort to using such silly nicknames. I know this.”

*

CharlotteCarrendar:- But the problem was, the Doctor had not told Rachael, everything that he had heard. He brought up his curled fist to his mouth and coughed, feeling that he was getting into dangerous territory with the Captain’s fair lady. “Forgive me, but…about the pirate claim. He…well you see, he said that his best friend betrayed him. Stole his ship and his livelihood, so he had to go off and do a spot of pirating off the Spanish maine, just so he could send money home to his wife and child. But then he got word that they been killed…..So you see…he was a pirate.” The Doctor knew that this had to be true. It was too fantasitc a tale to make up, and pirates, they don’t lie about their exploits, that was for sure, especially since they do get to talking on many a ship, and word does pass around easy.

“Rachael. I think you need to go speak to Billy about this. I…I think he might be you Pa.”

*

LadyBelz: Rachael stared at him, denial etched in every line of her face. “No. I don’t believe you. Are you trying ta hurt me? Is that it? Or are you that drunk?” she snapped, getting to her feet. “I’ll go speak ta him and prove ya wrong.” She shoved past him and headed to the main deck to see the crew stood around Billy and hanging on to his every word. “And who was this ‘best friend’ who betrayed you I’d like to bloody well know.” she demanded. Her voice had a hard edge to it that made many a man tense and look at her with fright. It was a tone they knew well to steer clear of, but no one dared to move. Billy looked up at Rachael and felt his heart pound fiercely in his chest. With the sun behind her, she looked the spittin image of his dear Lillian. “His name was Thorne…Beckett Thorne.” Billy replied. He watched Rachael pale in shock, her knees threatening to give way. A couple of the crew who were close to her moved to help her but she shoved them forcefully away. She made her way down the steps, legs shaking. The crew parted before her like the Red Sea under the command of Moses and his Lord and she stopped a few feet from Billy. “Your wife? Your daughter? Their names?” She held her breath, waiting. Billy frowned in confusion but answered anyway. “Lillian and Rachael. Lillian and Rachael O’Malley.” The entire crew gaped in shock, no more shocked than the Captain himself as he stared between Rachael and Billy.

Rachael felt dizzy…but she had to ask. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Who are you?” Billy wondered where this was going. He looked around at the shocked faces around him before he then replied: “Billy O’Malley, once known upon the Seven Seas as Captain Rochard “Red Beard” O’Malley. And who might you be ta be askin, lass?” Rachael was on the verge of fainting. “Papa!” she exclaimed before fainting dead away.

*

CharlotteCarrendar:- The crew were dumbfounded, the ship’s Doctor kinda felt responsible and gave himself a little punch of pride for being right. The Captain….he was speechless. He stepped over the fainted body of Rachael and strode boldly up to Billy, or Captain Rochard “Red Beard” O’Malley and then burst into a huge smile. “Well why didn’t you bleedin’ say who you were, instead of acting like a right git. I heard many tales about you, Cap’n Red Beard, though, I have to say…your beard could use a bit of colour. Bit..silver speckled and nasty. Don’t worry, I have Timmy work on that with some of the coloured dyes we use for painting the front of the ship. The Doctor coughed and then pointed at the unconscious body of Rachael, who was spread out across the deck.

“Err…Captain..come on, shouldn’t you be picking her up…or something?’

“What? and miss out on meeting the legendary Red Beard? Psh…she can sleep a bit longer. Beauty sleep is what they be callin it.”

He then threw his arm around Billy, and again, stepped over Rachael, and offered to take the Pirate below for a good drop of his rum.

“So…ever hear about the time I took on ten daigos and ate their ears? It was a fine tale. Oh…how do you like seagull for lunch. Knowing Rachael, she going to be shooting a few birds when she wakes up. Lord knows where she gets that from eh? Not you of course. You wouldn’t waste your time taking crack shots at birds.” He guffawed and opened the door for the Old pirate and the two would go below.

Up on deck, the Doctor knelt down near the sleeping beauty known as Rachael, and gently rocked her shoulder.

“Uhm..Rachael. I just want to say, Congrats on finding your Pa. But, please don’t kill the Captain when you wake up.”

*

LadyBelz: Rachael started to come around, faintly hearing the Doc speaking to her. “…please don’t kill the Captain when you wake up.” That seemed to break through the fog she’d found herself in and she sat up, eyes wide. She looked at Doc before grabbing him by the front of his shirt and yanking him close. “My father is alive?” The Doc nodded. “And he’s on this ship?” The Doc nodded. “I fainted.” Another nod. “And they just left me laying there?” She screeched. Wincing, his temples still pounding from a hangover, he nodded. “THOSE DIRTY ROTTEN SCOUNDRELS!” she screamed, scattering birds that had been resting in the crow’s nest and along the masts. Getting to her feet, using the Doc as leverage, she shook him. “WHERE ARE THEY?” He pointed toward the Captain’s quarters with a shaking arm. Scowling, she turned and headed below, forgetting in her haste that she still had hold of Doc’s shirt, dragging him along with her. As she got closer to the Captain’s room, she could hear raucous laughter within and it served to fuel her anger to volcanic proportions.

She kicked in the door, knocking it from the hinges. She tossed the Doc into the room, not caring where he landed. “I HATE THE LOT O’ YA AND MAY YE ALL ROT IN THE FIREY PITS O’ HELL!” She yanked her pistol from her belt and proceeded to shoot the bottle of rum that had been in Moon’s hand before drawing her sword and smashing any remaining bottles she could find. Once done, she stormed from the room to her cabin, slamming and locking the door behind her. She then threw herself onto her bunk and broke out into heartbroken tears.

*
CharlotteCarrendar:- The bottle that the Captain held in his hand by the neck, exploded in a shower of rum and glass, that went all over his lap and half the deck. “CHRIST ALMIGHTY!” he exclaimed as he looked up to see his beloved going absolutely troppo, as she stood in the door, her hair practically taking on a life of its own, as she spun her head around as though possessed. The Doctor was crawling along the floor whimpering “Hide me, hide me.”

The Captain rose up and slammed his fists on the table, and stood like a gorilla on crack.

“WHAT IN BLEEDING HECK IS WRONG WITH YA, WOMAN?” he shouted, after she had just told them all to go rot in the fires of hell. The Doctor’s head peeked up from behind the Captain’s desk and his gold fish mouth was agape as he saw her take out her sword and the willfully start smashing the place up. “Oh its that time of the month….heeeelp.” The Doctor cried, dissappearing under the desk again, as Harold the Parrot started dancing under the wig. “Ahahahahhaha,. *whistle*…crazy pirate..crazy pirate” The parrot was chattering inaudibly as the wig went up and back on the pole.

“Don’t you smash….*crash*…my bloody bottles…*tinkle smash crash*…of rum!” The Captain watched on as the fiery beauty broke every single bottle of rum in his cabin. The room stunk to high heaven like a brewery, and the Captain was livid.

“I WAS ENTERTAINING YOUR DA…AND YOU ACT LIKE THIS? WHAT SHAME YOU BRING YOUR NAME, RACHAEL!” he roared, really pissed off now that she gone and destroyed his stocks. It was going to be a very long voyage…being sober. As she departed with a loud bang of the door, the Captain stood there and trembled with rage, as the ship’s doctor finally rose up from behind the desk, his glasses crooked and a pale expression.
The Captain glanced at Red Beard and then said.

“I..think that was a bit uncalled for, don’t you?”

*

LadyBelz: In her cabin, Rachael ran about frantically throwing her belongings into a bag. She had to get off this ship before she committed murder. If she had to swim back to the island then she would do so, but she was not going to spend one more moment on a ship with people who would deliberately lie to her, and hurt her in the worst way possible. Her cat crawled from beneath her bunk and pawed at her leg. She looked down at him, tears falling in rivers from her eyes and picked him up. “I can’t stay here…with them…with him…it hurts too much. It’s like losing my mother and father all over again and I can’t do it. We’re going home.” She took up her bag and left the room at a run, her cat clutched in her embrace. Shocked to see her so upset, no one tried to stop her as she lowered one of the boats into the waters below. Tim looked upon her as she climbed down the ladder. “Miss Rachael? Where ye goin?” he asked. “I’m going home, Timmy. I can’t stay here. I feel like my whole world is falling apart and I can’t stay.” she stated.

Tim watched as she readied the oars before making a snap decision and shimmying down the ladder into the boat beside her. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “I’m going with ye. It don’t feel right, letting you go on yer own. Yer like me sister and I’d feel bad if I couldn’t help ye.” His words threatened to tear her soul to shreds so she simply nodded and sat down away from him. He took up the oars and began to row away from The Devil’s Mystery.

*

CharlotteCarrendar:- Back in the Captain’s cabin, the ship’s Doctor had started to pick up the many broken pieces of glass and jugs of pottery, caused by the furious fire of Rachael’s temper. Captain Moon stormed up and down the length behind his desk, waving his hands about. “You say nice things…she gives me grief. You rescue her in a woman’s dress, she kisses your cheek. She gives me those looks, and I think…oh yes, I am in to score a night on the silks…then she marches in here and smashes up my rum! Why…why can’t she be more like a man. Men don’t go round smashing up the Captain’s rum. I am going to make her walk the bloody plank for this. I tell ya. Mark my words.” He ranted and raved, shook his fist, cursed his maker, basically went off the deep end, then finally it hit him, that her Pa was sitting there, probably stunned by all this.

Captain Moon wanted to flip his desk, but then remembered his guest.

“Was your wife ever like this? I mean…I don’t understand the women folk. I don’t. Why she have to be so bloody cruel to me all the time?”

He really was so confused, while the Doctor licked his fingers, dumping the last of the broken glass and pot in the hessian bag. “Maybe you should have picked her up, instead of letting her just lay on the deck like a sack of potatoes.” He offered.

“SHE LOOKED PEACEFUL TO ME!” and that was his excuse. Little did he know, she was sailing away with the cabin boy, Tim.

*

LadyBelz: Billy looked at Moon. “Truth lad, me Lillian had a bit of a temper as well. Imagine that’s where Rachael gets it from. I ‘member a time I came home late from the inn with me mates…she threw a knife at me head.” Billy pushed his thinning hair back from his forehead, pointing to a faint scar that went from his scalp down to his left ear. “Damn near sliced me face off, she did. Oh did I have to do tons of apologisin the next mornin when I could see straight again. It was two weeks before she’d speak ta me again. It was a month before she let me lay with her in our marital bed…I think that’s when Rachael was conceived now that I think about it.” Billy chuckled…

Tim stopped rowing just as the sun was setting below the horizon. Rachael had been silent the whole trip. He dug out the bin of supplies he’d found stashed beneath the sails and pulled out a tin of biscuits. “Miss Rachael, you hungry?” he asked, gentle. She sniffed once and turned to look at him before looking at the biscuit he held. She took it from him and nibbled on it. “Thanks.” she murmured, voice husky from not speaking for so long. “Are you gon’ be okay?” he wondered. She shook her head. “I don’t think I am going to be okay ever again.” He placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort. “I meant what I said earlier. Yer like me sister, I’ll take care of ya.” She gave him a small smile before feeding some of her biscuit to her cat. “Where are we?” she wondered. “A few miles from the coast I think. Can’t tell in the dark. We’ll wait till morning then I can check the compass.” he replied. She nodded before going silent once more…

*

CharlotteCarrendar:- With the cabin now back in a fit state, but missing most of the rum bottles that lined the shelve, Captain Moon collapsed back in his chair, and then grumbled to himself. “I’m hungry. Doc, go fetch Tim and get him to rustle up some food for us. Belly is nagging worse than some old diddy.” The Doctor nodded, though he wasn’t at all hungry, and left the cabin, dragging behind him the bag of broken glass and pottery.

The Captain became thoughtful when Red Beard explained how his wife often acted when he didn’t do things as she would have liked. Even sent a dagger at his head in a fit of fury. She sounded like a right treat, but the fondness on Red Beard’s face showed that she was a woman that he deeply loved. He knew in his heart he would be the one that had to aplogoise, even if she did just taken out his entire rum stock. He threw his hands up and then rose to his feet and then growled under his breath

“I hate saying sorry..” He then marched out of his cabin, about to go to see Rachael, when the Doctor came flying up and gripped the Captain’s shirt. “Cap’n…the small boat is gone, and so is Tim.!” The Captain growled and his fist pounded on Rachael’s door. “Rachael…we need to talk.” There was no answer of course, and he and the Doctor looked at each other, and the Doctor mouthed “Oh no..” The Captain broke down the door, only to find the room empty and her cat and belongings gone.

“BLAZIN’ BARNACLES..SHE UP AND LEFT ME!”

*

LadyBelz: Billy followed along, knowing he needed to ask after his daughter, now that he knew she was alive and not dead like some had claimed. When he heard Moon exclaim she was gone, he peered over the man’s shoulder into the empty room. “Where the hell would she go? We’re in the middle of the bloody ocean!” he growled. He grabbed Moon by the shirt, turning to face him, despite the fact he was not a young man anymore, but his strength belied his age. “Now I may not have been in her life these past years but I’m very protective o’ me daughter. What did ya do ta her, mate?

*

CharlotteCarrendar: – Having his shirt grabbed by the Pirate Red Beard and then asked what exactly Captain Moon had done to his daughter, had him damn well enraged.

“I do…EVERYTHING for her. I even…dressed up as a woman, had a fleet of ships come to rescue her. I swore me heart…I gave her my most precious locket. I give her the world. She has free run of me ship…and everyone knows I hate women. That there be saying something.” The Doctor nodded in the background.

“Aye….he does love the woman, but it appears, that our Captain never learnt how to be a…a..”

“A what?”

“A…gentleman.”

“I’m a bleedin’ pirate! All those wenches at the Inns can’t get enough of me. Shouldn’t that be enough!”

“Not to her. Maybe you should…have picked her up when she fainted.”

“I told ya why I didn’t.”

“Well, she’s had a fit and fled. All cause you didn’t pick her up.”

“WOMEN!!!”

“Captain…think, they can’t have gone far. We need to find them, before they run foul of the British, that are bound to be after us.”

The Captain could see the logic, and then he stared back at Red Beard and said firmly.

“I love that woman…that’s all I ever did.”

And with that, he rmarched up to the top deck, to get to the helm and start the search for h is wayward Lady and the cabin boy.

*

LadyBelz: Billy watched Moon walk up toward the helm and followed behind him. He stopped beside him, hands linked behind his back as he stared off into the horizon. “Can I ask ye somethin’?” he began, waiting for Moon to answer.

*

CharlotteCarrendar: – “What ya be wantin’ to ask?” he said, looking down at Red Beard, who was a tad shorter.

*

LadyBelz: “Do ye love me daughter?”

*

CharlotteCarrendar: – “Does a pirate love the sea?”

*

LadyBelz: “Doesn’t quite answer me question, Lad. Do ye *love* me daughter?” Billy wondered if Moon had ever admitted his feelings to anyone…or if he ever admitted he had feelings, period. He was determined to find out.

*

CharlotteCarrendar: The Doctor stood in behind them feeling that there was some need for mediation with the emotionally devoid Captain. He stepped in and said. “He does.”

“Shut up, he wasn’t asking you.”

“But…you do, only you have a rotten way of showing it.”

“Manly men don’t go singing love songs.”

“How hard is it for you to say to the woman…”I love you.”

“HARD…..but I do try…and when I try. I near swallow me tongue..”

Clearly this was one of the reasons Rachael was insecure, and the Doctor interjected again.

“Say….”I love you Rachael.”

“I….this is silly…”

“Say it!”

“I….love..you…grr…Rachael.”

“See…you can say it, now you only need to say it to her, and not me.”

“I hate you.”

*

LadyBelz: Billy listened to the Doc and Moon go back and forth and had to chuckle. He slapped Moon on the back, nearly knocking him from his post. “See mate…a woman likes to hear those words from time to time. Actions are well and good, but they need to actually hear those three little words…especially without the grumbling and growling along with it or she’s gone ta think ya don’t mean it. I learned that from me Lillian when I was courtin her proper. She came right out and said ta me…and mind ya, this was after I’d killed a bear for our supper and dropped the dead carcass on her table and told her ta clean it up and cook it…oh she was in a right state after I said that…she asked me. “Do ya love me, Rochard?” and I says “Of course I do woman! I just killed a bear for ya!” And she says…”Well a bear isn’t enough, I like to hear the words from ye sometimes.” Billy chuckled. “I was like you…grumbling and growling like I had a spiked crab in me smalls. But this one day…she was pickin flowers up on a small hill we had behind our home…

I just looked at her…sun shinin in her hair…she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes upon…and she was mine…I walked up to her, took her in me arms and said without fuss…”I love you, my Lilly flower.” Mate, the look on her face…it will follow me to me grave. Her eyes sparkled and the smile she laid upon me eyes was brighter than any star in the sky. And I made meself a promise then to tell her I loved her every chance I had ta.” Billy turned to look at Moon. “Actions are all well and good…but sometimes…they need ta hear it ta believe it.” Billy patted him on the shoulder, more gentle this time and turned to walk away. “I’ll take first watch.”

*

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Captain stood there, his facial expression changing from one of absolute frustration and wounded pride, to one of a more softened tone. Listening to Red Beard tell the tales, of how he wooed his lady, and treated her much like Moon had his Rachael in the early years, kinda had him realize that he had been doing the same thing.

“I..I just try and..show her. You know? And..there was this time at the rock pool. Its so embarrassing. She was doing her usual, rant, and raving, and the sunlight hit her and she just…looked so wonderful. I kissed her and…she turned into this…I don’t know how to describe it. She was all over me, clawing at me, like I was a side of beef. Scared me it did.”

“I remember that…heh.”

“Shut up…how many times do I have to tell you to shut up?”

“Sorry…but it was funny.”

Captain Moon rolled his eyes and then sighed. “Take the first watch, we going to turn the ship around and…save her….AGAIN.” He marched past the two men and went to be alone at the front of the ship, where he took out his eye glass, and started to scan the waters, in the hopes of finding the tiny boat, and his missing love.

*

LadyBelz: Billy tried so hard not to laugh but it couldn’t be helped. He didn’t just laugh…he guffawed. Loudly. “Oh mate…that’s an O’Malley female trait. Lillian caught me out once that way and I thought I was going to be eaten alive…but it was the best two hours of me life…if I die and go to heaven…I want that to be me Paradise.”

*

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Doctor was left standing with Billy, and he shrugged his shoulders sheepishly after being told to shut up so many times he lost count. He did get amusement from Billy’s tale of how Rachael’s mother was exactly the same. The Doctor knew it wouldn’t be right to explain how Moon’s willy even did a turtle move, cause he was so scared by her need for sex at that point. Doctor Patient confidentialtity and all that.

He watched Moon stand at the front of the ship, staring out and trying to spot the tiny boat, and he leaned over to Billy and said.

“Never seen a man that loved a woman as much as he does. He just doesn’t know how to express it.”

*

LadyBelz: Billy nodded. “Well if Rachael is anything like her mother…he better dig his head out of his arse or he’s going to lose her for good.”

*

CharlotteCarrendar: “I been trying to get his head out of there for years, Red Beard. Trust me, he has it so far up there, its amazing he can walk straight.”

*

LadyBelz: Billy grinned at that before walking away. He paused in his musings to look up at the moon and he smiled. “Ye’d be proud of our daughter, Lils. She’s found herself a good man. Keep her safe, love. Keep her safe.” Grabbing up a second eyeglass, he crawled his way to the crow’s nest to keep watch out for his wayward and stubborn-headed daughter. Knowing she was alive…gave him a tiny glimmer of hope…that maybe he’d been lied to all these years and that his son might be alive as well…

*

The HillBilly

A hillbilly went hunting one day in Oklahoma and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home where he was confronted by an ornery game warden who didn’t like hillbillies.The game warden ordered to the hillbilly to show his hunting license, and the hillbilly pulled out a valid Oklahoma hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said, “This duck ain’t from Oklahoma. This is a Kansas duck. You got a Kansas huntin’ license, boy?” The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Kansas hunting license.

The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said, “This ain’t no Kansas duck. This duck’s from Arkansas. You got an Arkansas license?”
The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced an Arkansas license. The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said This ain’t no Arkansas duck. This here duck’s from South Carolina. You got a South Carolina huntin’ license?”

Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a South Carolina hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the hillbilly “Just where the hell are you from?

“The hillbilly turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said “You tell me, you’re the expert!!”.

Probably one of the best examples of live television, and cast mates not being able to keep a straight face.  <3