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  1. Hammurabi Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 14, 2007
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    Sergio Marciano
    Aboard the Black Dagger


    Sergio heard clatter above - the crew boarding, possibly - and realized that he had precious little time to find a hiding spot. In his haste, he ducked back into the weapons closet. He didn't plan to stay there wrong, but he'd be fine until later, when he could sneak into the cargo area. There (if all went well) he could easily find a place to hide...

    Tag: Anyone. I can't wait for Sergio to get caught. :p
  2. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    May 23, 2005
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    Henry Page
    The Black Dagger

    "I hope there's no hard feelings between us? You've since...recovered, I hope?" It was Kate, with her hand out. Henry looked at her, a little surprised.

    "No hard feelings at all, Kate. I'm surprised you took the pistol that well, myself."

    He shook her hand, resisting the urge to bow and kiss it. Wouldn't that be foolish? Instead, he gave her a warm, friendly smile, and tried to remember that impressing her would only bring him trouble from the crew. Or so he thought.

    "And other than some less-than-memorable memories, I'm fine." Henry looked about the ship, as if making sure no one was watching. "Moore, however, won't be, once word gets out."

    Tag: Yane
  3. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 1, 2000
    star 6
    First Mate Maccus

    Shipwreck, Atlantic

    He read the piece of paper twice over to make sure he had read it right. "Of course we should," he answered Clanker and then turned on his heel to walk back out of the Captain's cabin. But before he left he told Clanker; "Keep searching for any more documents pertaining to this armada and/or the pirate we're after." The hammerhead shark First Mate made his away across the deck to where he had left the Captain and the survivors. When he arrived he saw all but one had chosen death over servitude aboard the Dutchman.

    He took a glance at the new crewmember before stepping up to the Captain and produced the paper for him to read.


    TAG: Jango, Tog, IH
  4. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Turtle, Cotton, Cotton's parrot
    The Black Dagger


    "How did I ever get roped inta doin' this...?" Turtle muttered as he climbed over the edge of the ship. He had been recruited way back on Tortuga to be the pirate to climb down the side of the ship and pushed the anchor into place. Now, it seems, that was his job for the rest of his time aboard the Dagger.

    The ugly Scotsman rolled over the edge and landed on the deck. He was completely soaked. The spray of the water got him every time.

    "Damn anchor..." he said as he got to his feet. He began wringing the water out of his clothes when the parrot flew overhead and pooped on him. He looked upward. "Damn bird..."

    The bird flew across the deck and landed on Cotton's shoulder.

    Mr. Cotton was staring out at the open sea ahead of them. He was taking in deep breaths. He loved the smell of the open ocean. This was where he belonged. He reached around and patted the parrot on it's head.

    TAG: Anyone onboard the Dagger...
  5. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    IC: Robert Moore
    The Black Dagger


    Robert walked next to the railing and stared out at the sea. He didn't even realized who he was standing next to. He gestured to the water.

    "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

    Robert glanced over to see Cotton and his parrot. He cursed his positioning. The few times he had spoken to Cotton he could never understand what the parrot was saying.

    Tag: Dubya_Scott
  6. Imperial_Hammer Manager Emeritus: RPFs

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    Sep 25, 2004
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    GM's OOC: Just a little fyi for you fine players. I will be leaving tomorrow for the weekend. So you won't be seeing any posts from me til the evening of the first, perhaps the second or third. Feel free to post at your leisure in my absence, and I'll be trying to get an update in when I get back. :)

    Have a good weekend folks!

    -I_H
  7. Handmaiden Yané Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Jul 15, 2002
    star 6
    The Black Dagger

    As Kate

    "No hard feelings at all, Kate. I'm surprised you took the pistol that well, myself."

    Kate laughed. "Apparently I didn't take the pistol as well as you think...otherwise I wouldn't have kneed you in the groin."

    "Moore, however, won't be, once word gets out."


    Kate tilted her head in puzzlement. "What's Moore's deal?"


    TAG: Peng
  8. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    May 23, 2005
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    Henry Page
    The Black Dagger

    A grim smile played across Henry's face. Moore had been a help with the supplies, there was no doubting that. But people didn't change, at least not according to Henry. Once a traitor, always a traitor.

    "There's a reason I was stuck in Ponte De Leste, and that reason is Moore. He was the treacherous dog that had me and my Captain left high and dry."

    He'd been positively amiable about it; that was the problem. Moore had seen nothing wrong with letting the old establishment go.

    Tag: Yane
  9. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    OOC: Heads up for you all - I leave for vacation today, and comp access will be limited. Sorry!
  10. NaboosPrincess Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    May 14, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Elizabeth Swann

    The trip to Ponte de Leste had turned out to be shorter than anyone could have expected, although Elizabeth certainly wasn?t complaining. While she preferred being in port to sailing, she was only too happy to escape from the British troops in this case. Although they had a terrible sense of timing?they might have had the decency to arrive at a later hour. To her list of grievances with the British navy, she could now add a potentially perfect morning disturbed by their arrival.

    "Put yer backs into it, ye mangy mutts! The Brits be breathin' down our backs. To the seas, to the seas!" Barbossa yelled after they had boarded the ship. Will went to help the crew while Elizabeth found a place along the railing to watch the land fade slowly into the distance.

    In the end, the rapidly diminishing Ponte de Leste was not half so exciting as Will Turner, working with the rest of the crew to make the ship sail straight and true. He looked much more the part of a pirate nowadays, Elizabeth reflected. He rarely heeded her admonitions to brush his hair, and certainly hadn?t today, given their hurried flight from the inn. The ocean wind stirred it now, and it would have flown in his face were it not for the scrap of cloth tying it back. He looked every inch the scallywag, and Elizabeth smiled to think that this was the same man who had once scoffed at the thought of even associating with pirates. What a tale their lives had turned into.

    As if sensing she was thinking of him, Will looked over at her and smiled. Elizabeth returned a grin and a wave. She knew they had all just narrowly escaped a bundle of trouble from the British, but somehow it didn?t seem to matter what happened, as long as she and Will were together.

    Elizabeth knew there was work to be done ? supplies to be tallied, documents to be updated, maybe even some letters to write ? but she allowed herself just a few more minutes at the ship?s rail before taking up her responsibilities. After all, when someone was looking as good as Will was looking today, well?it would be a shame not to look.
  11. Jango10 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 22, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Davy Jones

    Jones gave a deep laugh as he wiped off his sword, only one man had joined his crew, just one man.

    "And what would your name be, lad?" Jones asked the last man standing.

    Before the crew member could answer, Maccus approached Jones, revealing to him a sheet of paper. He read the contents as his eyes grew wider and wider. He clutched the paper in his hand and grinned evily at Maccus, "Tell the crew to get back to the ship and make ready to depart. We have to get to the horn before this fleet can disappear into the Pacific."

    Jones paused for a moment, "What are you waiting for?" He turned to the new crewmember, "Well, lad, welcome to the crew."

    TAG: I_H, Mitt, Tog
  12. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 1, 2000
    star 6
    First Mate Maccus

    Shipwreck, Atlantic

    "Aye, Capt'n!" and promptly turned to shout orders to the crew. Some of them had been in the middle of plundering the ship and took what they had found before disappearing to reappearing aboard the Dutchman. Maccus took a glance back at the Captain and the newest crewmember before ordering the master of arms to stay behind and escort the new crewmember over to the Dutchman once the Captain was done with him. Maccus himself disappeared into the railing of the shipwreck.


    TAG: Jango, IH

    Guess Tog aint playing anymore


    Btw, I found out how old Davy Jones is. Lol... he's ancient! Anyway...

    According to both AWE and the book Pirates' Code/Guidelines by Joshemee Gibbs (by Disney books), the First Brethern Court bound Calypso in her human form before the Hellenic society of Greece was founded. Davy Jones had shown the First Brethern Court how to bind her. So that makes him pretty much over 2000 years old. :eek:
  13. Jango10 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 22, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: I guess I'm changing that a little, I was imagining him to be around 300 years old. I know some of my continuity doesn't fit (the Caribbean was discovered in the 1400s), but I sacrificed that to tell a good story. I also thought that the first Bretheren court occured around the 1500s.

    One other thing, Davy Jones is Scottish. :p
  14. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 1, 2000
    star 6
    Lol, yeah I know. I asked myself that too. "If he's that old, then how come he's Scottish, has Davy Jones for a name and wears modern cloths when he reverts and shouldn't he have a row boat instead of a galleon?" But this is Disney we're talking about here. Nothing EVER makes sense!

    So i did a little research on the Brethern themselves. The first court, in real life, gathered in 1640 somethin. Now THAT makes more sense and has Davy be a couple centuries old.
  15. Imperial_Hammer Manager Emeritus: RPFs

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    Sep 25, 2004
    star 5
    GM's OOC: Back! Posts hopefully up tomorrow. :)

    It'll be another jump, putting us into our next stage.

    -I_H
  16. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: Sorry for the long wait. I've been kinda busy.



    IC: Cotton, Cotton's parrot

    Cotton turned to look at the man when he spoke.

    The parrot responded. "RAWWK! Beautiful. Beautiful. RAWWK!"

    Mr. Cotton was nodding, agreeing with his pet bird.

    TAG: Robert Moore...
  17. Ktala Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Tia Dalma
    Her Quarters, The Black Dagger

    Tia admired her work. She had managed to save what had been so carelessly tossed. In both respects. She gave a dark smile, even as she listened to the soft clicks that she heard. With a laugh, she moved over to a table, adn scooped up a handful of crab claws. She tossed them on the table, and looked over what was reveiled carefully.

    It was time to begin to set things into motion. Tia changed softly, as she concentrated on the task at hand. She closed her eyes, as she continued to chant, concentrating on the task at hand.

    Once she was finished, she leaned back and streached. She then looked up. Barbossa had returned to the ship.

    Tia stepped out softly to her room. The rest of the crew seemed to be getting the ship stocked, and were quite busy. Tia turned her head and looked out into the darkness. As she did, she bent down and whispered to something.

    The sound of fast moving tiny feet could be heard moving away from her. She stood up, and spoke softly into the darkness.

    "If eyes be ya, I'd be seek-in' out da' cap'tin. Him not da kind take kindly to bilge rats..."

    Tia stood, looking out around her. The door behind her was locked. She tied a small pouch on her belt, before she turned, and began to walk very slowly through the ship, moving towards the top.

    Barbossa would be somewhere close. It was time to deal with the next phase of their trip.


    TAG:Imp, Stowaway, anyone else?
  18. Imperial_Hammer Manager Emeritus: RPFs

    Member Since:
    Sep 25, 2004
    star 5
    GM's OOC: Time jump of around a month for both factions.

    Pirate Arc

    IC: Barbossa
    Location: Captain's Quarters

    Barbossa leaned back and stretched his arms as the ship rolled over the waves. The amber rays of the setting sun filled his back windows as the ship cut east. The Atlantic was being unusually well behaved, with no storms or clouds in sight. The waves kept on rolling in energetically, but it was nothing the ship couldn't handle.

    Ahead of him sat Tia, talking about the next steps in the plan.

    ?Aye, Africa.? Barbossa said. ?The next step of our journey resides in the jungles of the Dark Continent. We need ta be pickin? up some ingredients to break through the veil between this world and the next.?

    The man scratched his chin and reached for a glass of rum when the door of his office burst open. Coming through was one of the members of his crew, a young man with a seemingly permanent five o?clock shadow.

    ?Ahoy sir.? The man said. ?News from the nest. We got a lone ship off a starboard. Easy pickins says I.?

    Barbossa smiled. If what the man said was true, then this was a good turn of events indeed.

    ?Roust the crew and tell the helmsman to make to intercept. Any colors??

    ?French flags sir. Seems like a trading vessel.?

    Barbossa stood. ?Excellent. And hopefully they?ll be tired after a long day of sailing. And perhaps they?ll be carrying a load of shine ta boot.?

    The crewmember went out and started yelling for the crew to get to cannons and arms. Barbossa stopped by Tia.

    ?Any advice fer yer Pirate warriers Miss Dalma?? he said with a wink.

    TAG: ALL

    Davy Jones Arc

    IC: Circumstance
    Location: Off the Argentine Coast

    The Dutchman burst above the waves as the ship neared the Straights of Magellan. They had made excellent time, going from almost one side of South America to another. Every few hours, the ship had to surface to scan the horizon, especially ports. Here there was one, a large Argentine port by the name of Rio Gallegos. This one was well known by sailors and pirates alike, the last stop before Straight. The sun hung low in the Western Sky, night coming very soon.

    There were an especially large number of ships docked in town, all not flying colors. It seemed as good a place as any to scout for information as to if the Spanish Armada had been there or not. Or perhaps even they were there in port.

    How Jones approached this situation would be up to him.

    TAG: Mitth, Jones, etc./>/>
  19. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 1, 2000
    star 6
    First Mate Maccus

    The Flying Dutchman, Near Argentina

    The First Mate handed back the spyglass to the Captain after having taken a look at the port himself. "I have a few suggestions, Capt'n" he said. "We could send the new bilgerat over with Bootstrap, they're the most normal looking among us or we could board and search the ships at night or do both actually...?"


    TAG: Jango, IH
  20. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Turtle
    Black Dagger


    When they started shouting orders, the ugly Scotsman called Turtle ran out on to the deck and leaned on the railing. He saw the ship way out in the distance. The colors appeared to be...French? The French. Ha!

    Turtle laughed. "Buncha sissy men. The French are no match fer us." He then hurried to ready one of the cannons.

    TAG: Any aboard the Dagger...
  21. Ktala Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Tia Dalma
    Location: Captain's Quarters

    Barbossa leaned back and stretched his arms as the ship rolled over the waves. The amber rays of the setting sun filled his back windows as the ship cut east. The Atlantic was being unusually well behaved, with no storms or clouds in sight. The waves kept on rolling in energetically, but it was nothing the ship couldn't handle.

    Tia was quiet, as she sat in his quarters, listening to his next set of plans. ?Aye, Africa.? Barbossa said. ?The next step of our journey resides in the jungles of the Dark Continent. We need ta be pickin? up some ingredients to break through the veil between this world and the next.?

    "Oh reallly now? What be ye needen' from such wild lands?" she asked, curious now, at what else he had planned. There was nothing she knew of from the Dark region that she could think of save one thing...and she rather not think that he would be that reckless. It had taken far too long already. They needed Jack. Now.

    The man scratched his chin and reached for a glass of rum when the door of his office burst open. Coming through was one of the members of his crew, a young man with a seemingly permanent five o?clock shadow.

    ?Ahoy sir.? The man said. ?News from the nest. We got a lone ship off a starboard. Easy pickins says I.?

    Barbossa smiled. Tia made a face. Treasure troving? NOW? Barbossa was already barking orders. ?Roust the crew and tell the helmsman to make to intercept. Any colors??

    ?French flags sir. Seems like a trading vessel.? Barbossa stood. ?Excellent. And hopefully they?ll be tired after a long day of sailing. And perhaps they?ll be carrying a load of shine ta boot.?

    The crewmember went out and started yelling for the crew to get to cannons and arms. Barbossa stopped by Tia.

    ?Any advice fer yer Pirate warriers Miss Dalma?? he said with a wink.

    Tia stood, her face straight. "Don be dyin'." she muttered as she shook her head, and muttered off in several languages. She quickly tossed her crab claws on the table. She looked relieved at the results. She quickly scooped them up, and headed out of Barbossa's quarters. She went up on deck. As she walked she spoke not looking towards him. "An den, once ya finished wit das foolishness, you can be looking into yer own bilige."

    Tia gave a dark smile then.

    Once on top, she took a spot where she could see the ship that the man was taking about. She climbed up abit, to watch the crew in action.


    TAG: ALL


  22. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    IC: Robert Moore
    The Black Dagger


    Robert silently cheered. He had understood his first word from Cotton's parrot. He smiled and nodded. Robert kept looking out and glanced from the horizon to closer waters. There in the water was what looked to be an abandoned Merchant vessel flying French flags. One of the crew was already rushing to tell Barbossa. Robert stared at the ship a moment longer then when Barbossa called for the crew to arm up and load the cannons he moved. Robert ran to where the rifles lay and grabbed one. Then he rushed back to the Starboard side. He saw Elizabeth Swann pass and he nodded politely at her.

    "Should be a good day, Elizabeth."

    Tag: NP, I_H, Peng or Yane, Dubya
  23. Jango10 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 22, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Davy Jones

    "We could send the new bilgerat over with Bootstrap, they're the most normal looking among us or we could board and search the ships at night or do both actually...?"

    "Why don't you actually do something yourself for a change?" Jones asked, rather harshly. It was clear that this voyage had frustrated Jones. Sailing under the orders of another just didn't seem like sailing to Jones. He didn't feel the same way he did when he had sailed the ocean on his own. He felt akin to a weapon, like a cannon or a sword...with no heart. "Send the boy and Bootstrap and tonight....you take three others and search the ship. I cannot step foot on land for another-"

    Jones stopped. He suddenly realized how long it had been since he had stepped on land. It had actually been that long, almost ten years. He turned and stamped off to his quarters. At his organ was his locket, open, and playing music, that terrible music. He just couldn't stand it sometimes.

    Jones grabbed the locket with his claw and starting applying pressure to it, but something stopped him. This locket was the only joy he had remaining. The only thing that kept him going on. It wasn't the music he hated, it was what it represented, what his life could have been like, and what it was now. Jones knew what he had to do.

    Within an instant, Jones found himself in the middle of a dune. Sand stretched out for as far as the eye could see. In the east, lied a great ocean. There was only one tree, a tree that provided no shade. Lying under the tree was a man with his hands and feet stretched out. Jones approached the man and kicked his boot.

    "Jack Sparrow," he said evilly. "You know hell is only as bad as you make it. Your worst fear is turned against you."

    Jack Sparrow looked up in disbelief, "Great. Now me imagination's turned against me." He laid is head back down and sighed.

    "Oh, I ain't your imagination Jack," Jones laughed, "I'm here."

    Jack sat up and squinted long and hard at Jones, the rays of sun protruded around his head. "Your no more real than this bottle o' rum that's full until I pick it up," he replied. "Your no more real than this tree here that gives no shade. Your no more real than that beach I can never get to, no matter how far I walk. Your no more real than the Pearl sitting out there....on the ocean....with no captain!"

    Jones countered, "I'm as real as the heat from the sun. I'm as real as the sand in your boots. I'm as real as the wind that beckons you to come to the sea."

    Jack stood up and began circling around Jones, poking him in various places. He made it back around to Jones' front, "My you're good." Jack sniffed, "You even smell like him."

    "Ah," he said pointing to Jones' feet, "you're on land. You can't be on land. Now if you would just go away, I'd like my damnation to be deprived of that awful stench."

    "It is my locker is it not?" Jones questioned. "I may go wherever I please here." Suddenly, Jones and Jack were aboard the Pearl. "Is this real enough for you?"

    Jack walked around in awe, caressing each rail and rope, "But your not real. The real Davy Jones is not this nice. You...or he is the one who put me here in the first place."

    "Aye, indeed you won't get your ship back for free," Jones said. "But if-"

    "Nuh-uh," Jack interrupted, "I'm not going for one of those 13 year deals again. Besides you already have my soul, and I will not let you take my mothers'."

    "I'm not offering to take a soul. I'm offering to give yours back."

    Jack stopped and walked back to Jones, "Now you've caught my interest."

    "Because of your antics, Jack Sparrow, that dog Beckett has my heart. I want it back, and you're going to get it for me. In exchange I will release you, and our previous engagement will be forgotten."

    "Wait, so you, Davy Jones, Lord of the Sea, is coming to me for help? My how the tables have turned. They do that quickly mate, trust me."

    "Aye, they will do the same to you if you stray from the deal."

    "So, all I have to do is sneak past the entire British
  24. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 1, 2000
    star 6
    First Mate Maccus

    The Flying Dutchman

    "Aye, aye, Capt'n" Maccus replied and quickly disappeared to carry out those orders. He did not notice Jones leaving the ship. He was more concerned in getting away from the Captain before the devil decided to have someone flogged and Maccus prefered it was not him. Quickly the hammerhead shark made his way down to the main deck and had the new crewmember and Bootstrap retrieved, along with Koleniko, Clanker, and Hadras.

    Once the five were gathered, he gave them their instructions; "You two will go ashore and gather information from the locals. Keep a low profile, especially you Bootstrap. Find a way to hide that starfish of yours and you should easily pass for human. The rest of you will be accompanying me at night. We'll be going aboard the docked ships to find something useful. Our goal is to find information on the Spanish Armada and that pirate captain."

    "What if we come across some of the crew?" Koleniko inquired.

    "We shouldn't," Maccus paused before adding, "But should you, you know what to do. Just... do it quietly."


    TAG: Jango, IH
  25. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Cotton, Cotton's parrot, Turtle
    The Dagger


    Each man had taken a cannon and prepared to fire.

    Cotton looked around, waiting for the orders. Turtle yelled up toward the deck, "Whenever yer ready, Capt'n!" He turned back to look out at the ship.

    The bird, on the other hand, was soaring around the sails of the Black Dagger. He landed on the mast so he could get a better look at the approaching ship.

    TAG: Any on the Dagger...
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