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Post by Trey on Jan 25, 2006 13:46:24 GMT -5
A loud boom suddenly broke the silence, it was accompanied by a bright flash. Instantly the ship jolted, Trey almost flung from the wheel except for his tight grip. The captain shouted loudly for all hands on deck as he swung the wheel in a complete circle, the ship jolting and turning to face their enemies. The ship that was once behind them now loomed in front of them, it had caught a wind that Trey had somehow overlooked. The ships where now no longer than a quarter of a mile away from each-other. The captain tied down the wheel and leapt off the upper deck, landing lightly on two feet and one hand. Quickly rising, he rushed, hopefully his crew seconds behind him, to the ropes, where he began to pull on some and release others ((see, Trey doesn't have to actually KNOW anything about sailing to make a good pirate post)).
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Post by itsponskansfry on Feb 9, 2006 13:36:03 GMT -5
From inside the ship wobbled Lain who heard the captains shouting among other things. A tired look is glazed in his eyes as he gently rubs a bump on his head the size of a chestnut. Still unaware of what's happening he shouts. "What's going on here eh? Can't a feller get some sleep round here?" His exhaustion immediately falters as he sees whats happening and with a sudden burst of energy he jumps for the ropes. Not entirelysure of what to do, he does all he can doing the tying like he saw the other sailors do. But still being inexperienced in this he ends up pulling a rope too hard and ripping a rope that held a lot of other ropes in place. With a nervous smile he shouts. "This wasn't important was it?" He gulps and starts climbing to see if he can fix his error.
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Post by Trey on Feb 13, 2006 13:02:05 GMT -5
Trey flys up the netting (w/e it's called) as the ropes fall from the main sail and it takes a large swing. Leaping from halfway up the mast, the captain graps both ends of the torn rope and ties them together, dangling himself from the weakened rope. Sliding down the now quick-repaired rope, Trey ties it off on a bracket and turns to Lain.
"Get to loading cannons and don't touch the ropes if you don't know what they do! Leave that to the sailors!" Half of the pirate's sentance was cut short by the sudden releace of a cannon, in the short time it took for Trey to undo Lain's mess, the enemy ship had come up beside them.
"Fire the cannons," The captain shouted, mounting his own cannon and letting it fire.
A cannonball tore easily into the side of the pirate ship, leaving a gaping hole just above the waterline.
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Post by itsponskansfry on Feb 13, 2006 23:16:51 GMT -5
"Aye aye captain!"
Stumbling from his tired stupor, he finds a cannon and prepares it towards the enemy.
"Uhm, not my specialty here either. Someone man this! I'll go check on the-"
His message is cut short as he heard a loud thud behind him. He turned his head slightly to see a small plank. On said plank a bunch of hooligans charging at him, trying to board the ship.
"Oh, we're being boarded." Lain said unenthusiastically.
Gently, he kicked the plank and let the invaders fall down to the briny deep. "That was rather simple!" he laughed with a goofy grin. That smile became a nervous one when a hundred other planks landed. The enemy ship ignored fire long enough to get to the side of the ship and are now trying to get on. "Uhm, how many people we have on our ship captain?"
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on May 9, 2006 15:21:58 GMT -5
Bella awoke with a throbbing head. Looking to her left she beheld a gaping hole. There was a cannon ball rolling around the floor. That was unfortunate. Perhaps she should hop ship. She didn't like this crew much anyway. Lack luster, talentless fools who hadn't enough appreciation for her beauty. Oh they salivated. But they didn't appreciate! Poking her head through the hole in the ship probably wasn't a good idea, but she did it anyway. She was looking for a name. The Truthless? Oh glorious nostalgia, she liked the look of this. It was worth considering, anyway. She tied a small bundle around her waist and put on her boots. They were good boots. Heavy. Good for kickin'. She made her way to the deck, fast as she could. The bundle contained her meager possessions. Spare knives. A few coins. The gypsy womans nail polish. Things she'd need if she got a good feeling on the Truthless. They were boarding already. She dove into the chaos, her shouts mingling with those around her. How exciting it was. How utterly marvelous. As she danced across the plank, she felt the beginnings of a tingle. And yes as soon as her booted feet touched the deck she felt a little jolt. Jolts were always good. She spun heel and buried it in the chest of some nameless pirate. He stumbled back, causing the man behind him to stagger and the whole lot of them began to sway. The plank toppled and Bella cracked her knuckles. She had a good feeling about the Truthless.
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Post by Trey on May 9, 2006 23:54:00 GMT -5
((Damn... rp you gud..))
Swirling to meet the enemy, Trey drew his falchion to the onslaught, but before he met the wave of sailors, that vain gypsy woman appeared. Hadn't he thrown that wench overboard? No, maybe that was just a dream. Astonishment wasn't one of the captain's greatest traits, but it showed through rather well at the crack of the plank. An eyebrow raised on it's own, shocked at the woman's skill. Seconds after the gangplank fell, several lines with grappling hooks latched onto the side of The Truthless. The jolt that came after this threw most of Trey's crew to the ground, he himself stabalizing on his sword. The Truthless moaned as the gap between the two ships closed. The lightest tap, and Trey was at the railing, falchion meeting another's cutlass before they knew it. Sailors from the other ship spewed onto The Truthless' deck like waves on the beach. With a fluid sweep of his arm, Trey reached for the boarding axe on the deck and lifted it above his head. Quickly, the captain of The Truthless cut the lines, freeing his ship from captivity. The two ships crashed together, then flew apart. Only about a quarter of the ship's sailors had made their way onto The Truthless, and Trey would be damned if they didn't meet Mr. Jones on their visit. The captain ran to the onslaught, falchion in hand, but before his foe and him met swords, The Truthless lurched, sprawling Trey to the ground. With a groan, the great ship began to dip, the starboard side slipping with ease into the water.
"Men, into the hull! We're taking in water, mates! Fill that bloody cannon hole and bilge my damned ship!" Blocking a blow from one of the sailors, Trey slammed him into the railing, crushing the wood and plummeting the man into Davy Jone's Locker.
The captain wasted no time, for the enemy ship was pulling close once more. Manning one of the cannons, he quickly powdered and slid a ball into the cannon, aiming for the mizzenmast.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on May 16, 2006 20:47:49 GMT -5
((zomg is anyone else gonna throw a post in? Oo))
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Post by Trey on May 18, 2006 2:05:20 GMT -5
((Actually, no. In the pirate RP, I was pretty much ditched until you jumped so galantly in. Sorry about that. The RP board is kinda weak... but you can invite people*hopehope* or even join the Drunken Snake RP, though I get the feeling that Pirate RP is what you're more into.))
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Post by Trey on Jul 28, 2006 23:52:05 GMT -5
Lighting his short-cut fuze, Trey made one last aim for the mast before a large blast deafened him, a cannon heading towards the mast. With a loud splitntering sound, the mast cracked and ripped the lines as it creaked and fell onto the main mast, causing that one, which was already weakened by a misaimed cannon, to domino down with it. As the crewmen scrambled to deal with their masts and still fight, Trey, had already loaded another cannon. The waves had gotten rough, and he saw his chance to rid The Truthless of their pesky compeditors. Something wizzed towards him, but he noticed too late. Grapeshot tore into his arm, throwing him to the ground if not for his grip on the cannon. Aiming down, the captain did something he didn't normally do, he aimed for the side of the ship. As the naval vessel rose with the wave, Trey's cannon ripped into it's side then watched triumphantly as the waves pulled the cannonhole back down below sealevel.
"A couple more blows like that, men, And we'll be homefree!" The captain shouted to his crewmen, heading down towards the hull, gripping his upperarm. Stumbling down the stairs, he looked blurrily forward, eyes scanning for the surgeon. The last thing he saw was the crate falling from their stack onto him.
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Post by Spammich on Aug 4, 2006 1:52:47 GMT -5
((I'm going to try to think up a post so that I can bring my character back in.... what to do... What to do... *wonders off to ponder*))
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Post by Trey on Aug 4, 2006 2:01:36 GMT -5
((get out of my forum! ER, I mean... heh. Seeing as TWO people just signed up for it and haven't posted, I'm pretty pissed. I did something so that they have something to do, too! >< grrrrrr haet u))
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Post by Spammich on Aug 13, 2006 13:22:02 GMT -5
(fine I won't post... you ass. *leaves*)
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Post by Trey on Aug 13, 2006 22:39:04 GMT -5
((T_T))
((1))
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Post by Trey on Aug 18, 2006 1:18:22 GMT -5
Trey, all you all's captain, lays on the ground, subconsiously hoping SOMEONE WILL SAVE HIM.
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 1, 2006 17:22:14 GMT -5
((This looks...pretty darn dead, but it's worth a shot.))
Way below deck, in a small, cramped room that must've been a closet before she joined the ship, Skye felt her world turn. Vials toppled from the single, uneven shelf she'd nailed to the wall, and papers slid from the desk (which doubled as a sick bed). Skye fell from her chair only moments before it, too fell. Words which would not be permissible in public were used by Skye as she attempted to right herself. Only then did she hear the shouts from above deck, and feel the ship shudders as enemy cannons assaulted her frame. She frowned, hoping nobody had died while she was down here pouring over old reports. Not that it would've been her fault - they were interesting papers. She righted herself, straigtened her tunic (with hair like hers, and no chest, it was no wonder she passed for a boy) and began scrabbling across the floorboards. Water leaked into the corner of her office and spashed at her legs. She swore, and stopped to gather her papers together. Some were wet at the corners by the time she reached them, parchment giving way to salty death. At least the ink was safe. She rolled the precious articles up and tucked them into her belt, resuming her tear to the deck. Halfway there she tripped, swearing as she fell into a pile of broken crates and...she turned to look at the only soft thing she felt and rolled her eyes.
"Nobody ever looks up" Skye grouched, struggling to rise and pushing broken wood off of her intended patient. His arm bled sluggishly, and she ripped a length from a roll of cotton tucked in her sleeve to tie a tourniquet. She pulled the fabric taut above the wound, tying it twice to help it hold. A vial of smelling salts (not normal kit, but 'borrowed' from a fellow medic at the last port) was produced and waved below the man's nose. He was no good to her unconscious.
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