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  1. TheMaidofOrleans Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2005
    star 3
    NC: Tom, Ex Champion Prize Fighter of England
    An employee of Polly Fitzgerald
    The Mermaid Tavern and Inn - A quality establishment

    Tom did not take kindly to the man smashing the glass over his head. Taking a cloth, he dabbed at the scalp wound.

    Walking around the bar Tom wiped his hands.

    "Scuse me sir..." Tom tapped the man on the shoulder. "I ave no idea why you decided to be itting me on the ead with a glass..but this is The Mermaid and not some loose establishment...now unless you want several oles in you...I suggest you apologize and pay for the drink...and don't try anything cause there are several pistols aimed at you even as we speak...and if you a wantin to be hired by the lady...you are NOT impressing her by being a trouble maker..."

    Tag: 'Big Fist'...who may be loosing a few teeth shortly



  2. Master_Burhead Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jan 1, 2005
    star 4
    IC: Jack "Big Fist"
    Mermaid Tavern,Tortuga

    Turing sharply he turned to the barman who he had broken the glass over a few moments ago angrily he walked over to him, "Sorry 'bout that my Good Sir, I'd be willin to let you in on a little secret I've been keepin to myself. That my friend is how I've lived through this rat hole pirate town by showing the big men who's boss I don't mean anything 'bout that but since my ma died I've been short on the currency you know I've been during this sorta thing for as long as I remember sorry is the best I got. Alls I got is a few pennies worth you may take it, but hows a man to live without bread in his belly or rum for his thirst?"

    Tag: TheMaidofOrleans

    OOC: I assumed their were other barmen besides you, so I thought I was hitting a NPC over the head and not a player.
  3. Master_Burhead Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jan 1, 2005
    star 4
    OOC: Didn't mean to do that sorry.
  4. TheMaidofOrleans Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2005
    star 3
    NC: Tom, Former Champion Prize Fighter of England
    Employee of Polly Fitzgerald
    The Mermaid


    Tom listened patiently to the man's explanation, folding his arms over his chest to prevent himself from knocking a few teeth out of the man's mouth.



    "Sorry 'bout that my Good Sir, I'd be willin to let you in on a little secret I've been keepin to myself. That my friend is how I've lived through this rat hole pirate town by showing the big men who's boss I don't mean anything 'bout that but since my ma died I've been short on the currency you know I've been during this sorta thing for as long as I remember sorry is the best I got alls I got is a few pennies worth you may take it. But hows a man to live without bread in his belly or rum for his thirst."

    "So I see sir...everyone in ere as a story to tell and each one can be a tearjerker...but it does you no good to take your frustrations out on someone who as yet bares you no illwill. That be one way to make enemies and you be quick and dead and in a winding sheet and tossed out to sea. I take a pence for the drink and you go about your business.

    No more trouble in ere! Polly runs a quality establishment...and tis a good thing she wasn down ere or she would throw you out on your rump erself!

    Now if you be wantin somethin to eat..I'm sure we can work out a deal -work for food..if you be interested talk to Miz Polly later."

    Tag: Jack 'Ali'

    OCC: No problem!!! Makes it all the more exciting and fun!!!
  5. Imperial_Hammer Manager Emeritus: RPFs

    Member Since:
    Sep 25, 2004
    star 5
    British AND Davy Jones OOC:

    Alright, all British folks, listen up....

    Its time this game starts getting moving, adventure wise that is...

    But in order to keep the factions semi-confrontational, I have to balance them. The British and the Pirates have to keep together, despite their unequal amounts of players.

    So rather than keep the more populous Pirate faction behind, we're going to bring the British and related factions ahead.

    I am giving the Brits and Davy Jones two RL days to wrap up postings before the two day time jump....

    I will also not rule out an extension to the jump should things actually start getting active with the faction...

    Pirates OOC:

    So that means, expect a jump upcoming to the big day around three days from now....

    Continue with your postings and current story arcs.... I'll guide your characters through the fast forward myself... :)

    And as promised...

    IC: The Raven's Claw Tavern
    Location: Port Royale

    Unlike the tavern's of Tortuga, the Raven's Claw was rather empty so late in the day. With all the added British troopers in the town, lawlessness and drunken exhibitions were not acceptable anymore. The two other people in the bar were quitely littering the back stools, sleeping off their drunkeness.

    The elderly old barkeeper looked up as the solider entered into the tavern.

    "Off a work eh?" he said, "Er perhaps a drink before ya get ta work? What can I get ya?"

    TAG: Protege/>
  6. TheEmperorsProtege Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    May 22, 2004
    star 5
    IC: Madeline ?Matt? Warren

    Port Royale, The Raven's Claw Tavern

    Tired and almost exhausted Madeline walked into the tavern. She was astonished to find it almost empty. Only two patrons sat slumped over at the far end. She approached the barkeep with a quizzical look, but before she could say anything he said "Off a work eh? Er perhaps a drink before ya get ta work? What can I get ya?"

    ?I?d just like meself some wa?er.?

    Madeline still had a hard time talking like a sailor and feared she had just overdone it. Given the look the barkeep gave her she quickly added

    ?..and a jug o? rum!?

    She looked around the tavern and continued.

    ?Where?s everyone? This place dis?erted at a time like this? What?s going on??

    Madeline eyed the barkeep questioningly. She needed a job. She wanted to see the Caribbean. So far this wasnt what she was hoping for. Nothing about this place was really exotic. Where were the indigenous people? Where was adventure? It seemed like reality was harsh and boring no matter where you were at.
    She had to hire aboard another ship and see for herself. See the caribbean, explore the wonders that were out there. Life had to be more interesting as it was at the moment.


    Tag: I_H, Port Royale
  7. Robal_Krahl Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Dec 23, 2003
    star 5
    OOC:

    My apologies for this, but I'm afraid I must withdraw from this RP. I am unable to post consistently due to other responsibilities. Again, my apologies.
  8. Darth_Vaders_cousin Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Nov 12, 2004
    star 5
    IC: Pat Guiness
    Dark Alley, Tortuga

    The four remaining men advanced on him. THe first, directly ahead of him, was the easiest. With a quick flash of his blade, Pat entered a slow left revolution, cutting the man's throat. He ended the revolution a have turn later, after parring through it, he met the next closest man. Pat promptly placed his weapon through the man's chest, and let go, spinning his hand and pulling it out in a backwards grip. With out looking, Pat instinctively shoved it backwards under his own arm, and into the chest of another man, with stumbled back and jerked the weapon from Pat's grip.

    The last man backed up a bit, and four more men stepped from the shadows around him.

    Pat rolled his eyes and groaned. "Ya' neva learn do ya?" He asked, as the center man suddenly dropped his sword and reached for a pistol. In the blink of an eye, Pat had pulled his bluderbus/axe combination weapon, his Blunderaxe as he called it, from his belt and fired it at the man. The small chunks of shrapnel and steel tore through the man's torso before he could even clear his belt with the pistol, prompting the other men into a frenzy, each diving for his weapon of choice.

    The first to go was a short russian man, who was attempting to light a small grenade, which in those times appeared as small bombs. With a quick motion, Pat flung the axe at him, catching him in the forehead, and sending him to meet his maker.

    Two of the men, one on either end of the formation, drew pistols, but were slow with them. Pat had rigged his belt long ago to be made from quick drawing of the weapons, because on a ship, the boarders all ready have theirs drawn, and you need to make up the time as quickly as possible.

    He drew both of his pistols, a small pair of Spanish made ones he'd picked up on a ship they raided a few years ago. They were clean, and light weight, but the handle's still heavy enough to knock a man clean out.

    He drew and fired the both of them with a deft motion that appeared to be well practiced, catching the right most man in the shoulder, and the left most man through the heart. Both dropped their weapons and fell to the ground dead.

    Pat, at that point, sneezed. Which, I know seems odd but he did, and it saved his life. You see, sneezing has a horrible effect on a drunkard, especially one in Pat's state of barely being able to stand. The sneeze sent Pat stumbling sideways, dropping his left pistol and sticking his arm out ot keep balance, he didn't even notice that the last man, who'd snuck around him while he dispatched of the others, ran straight through where he just was, a cutlass drawn, and slammed right into the alley wall, running the blade throug it. Pat, now aware of the man, who was struggling to free his blade, lightly stepped up behind him, crackign him over the head with his remaining pistol.

    As the man fell, Pat looked around the alley, satisfied with what he had done. Collecting his weapons, and what Gold the men had on them (save for one piece, which would be used to bury them when they were discovered) he casually strolled erratically out of the Alley, completely forgetting where he was going, and why.

    He decided, the best idea, would be to sleep. And just about anywhere would do.

    Tag: None

    OOC: Hope you all enjoyed that bit of action.
  9. TheMaidofOrleans Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2005
    star 3
    IC : Polly Fitzgerald
    Tia's room. No 7
    The Mermaid


    The woman laughed in response to Polly's query if she was a practioner of Voodoo.

    "Da room, be to me-likings...Ah as far as them other things...Me practice ah great many thins. Not worry. Ya place be well pro-tec-ted.

    Me hear that ya comes from a city on the waters? That be true?"

    "Yes, I was born in Venice, Italy. The city is built over a lagoon. There are many little islands and pylons were driven into the ground to help support the buildings. It is very beautiful. I miss it much."

    Polly leaned against the doorjam, hands in her apron pockets.
    "I don't mean to pry, I was curious - and as you say my place will not be harmed that's fine by me.

    I know you've just arrived from a confining ship. Would you like me to send up a bath tub so you may refresh yourself?"

    Tag: TIA




  10. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    IC: as Worthington
    Mess Hall


    Worthington wiped his face with the napkin and leaned back in his chair. He squinted as if he was in pain. Then he let out a little burp. "Ah, much better." He pushed away from the table and stood up. "Well, mates, what say we head to the fort, eh? I'm sure they'll be waitin' for us."

    TAG: Imperial_Hammer





    IC: as Turtle and Cotton and the Parrot
    Mermaid Tavern and Inn


    Cotton was looking around the tavern at the patrons, who all seemed eager to join Barbossa's little party. Hmm... Who could he try to recruit...?

    Then the parrot squawked as if it was frightened by something. Cotton spun around and came face to face with the odd-looking Turtle. The two ugly men glared at each other for a moment.

    Then Turtle spoke up. "I hear you pirates are recruitin' people fer ya ship."

    "That's right. Recruiting pirates. RAWWK!"

    Turtle looked at the talking bird, then back to Cotton. "I'd like ta join ya, good sir. There's nothin' left fer me here."

    "RAWWK! How can we be certain you're the right man fer the job?"

    "Does the bird do all the talkin'?" Turtle asked Cotton with a smile.

    The parrot flapped it's wings. "I'm the brains, he's the muscle. RAWWK!"

    Nodding, Turtle said, "Ah, I see. And which one of ya has the looks?"

    Cotton and his parrot looked at each other. No response.

    "Nevermind," Turtle said, shaking his head. "My father was a pirate also. I'd like ta follow in his footsteps. Perhaps ya've heard of him? He was known as `The Scotsman`."

    Cotton shook his head `NO`.

    The parrot said, "Never heard of 'im. RAWWK!"

    "Well," Turtle responded, "Ah'd still like ta join ye."

    There was a pause. "What the hell. Why not. RAWWK!"

    TAG: No one, really...

    (ooc: oh, what fun it is to interact with myself :p )/>
  11. HandofSkywalker86 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 12, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: I apologize for my prolonged absence. My computer has been broken but, now its fixed and I should be able to post regularly.

    IC as Lt. Michael Lannister
    Location: The Docks at Port Royale


    Lannister had to admit that he was unimpressed by the senior officers as they approached. He did a mental survey of the gathered men and he found them wanting, not a single true gentleman among them.

    "Aye, the sea went well for us Lord Beckett. Nothing but smooth sailing." the Vice Admiral said, "So this is port hm? Charming." Common rubbish that one. Vicious, but common still.

    Beckett smirked. "Yes. I largely felt the same about it myself when I first arrived here. It was even worse then, Governor Swann had such a lax control over things. Not any longer though." Michael didn't even bat an eyelash at the mention of the erstwhile Governor.

    The sextet walked to the end of the dock and a ways up the cobblestone street, Michael's walk was that peculiar gait of the expert swordsman. Somehow his movements seemed feline, as if he were a Lion among the Gazelle.

    "This is of course, one safe spot in a very dangerous Caribbean, gentlemen." the Lord said, before coming to a stop at a fork in the road. "Up ahead is the Fort, where you will find most of our military resources. I'm afraid I have very important business to attend to elsewhere, I beg forgiveness for such a disasterous breech of protocol. Admiral Norrington and Lieutenant Lannister shall take you from here. They'll show you the courtyard, barracks, brig, and guns."

    Lt. Lannister nodded at Beckett, the Lord could be assured that he would render his duty to the utmost of his ability, his pride wouldn't allow for anything less.

    The Lord turned to the two Captains and the Vice Admiral. "It was a pleasure bumping into you to be sure. I should be back soon God willing, then we shall have right and proper introductions."

    Michael remained at attention awaiting the orders of the Admiral. Even though his blood was ancient, it was necessary in some cases to take the lead from your inferiors.



    TAG: Jello, BSSL, BLem, Aragorn, IH
  12. darth_nemisis Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 15, 2004
    star 6
    OOC: Robal has given me control over his character, Thomas "Dead-eye" Rickard. :)

    IC: Ned Morgan and Thomas Rickard
    ~La Ray Bar - Tortuga~

    "Well, you will want to go to the Seaspray Inn," Erik said. "That's where the Captain is. Tell him Le Loup sent you. Next in line, please!" Ned nodded his thanks and walked out of line slowly, turning to watch Dead-eye fill out the form, not saying much to Erik. He simply nodded and walked off.

    "To the Seaspray," said Thomas as he walked by. Ned followed, as he remembered his last visit to the Seaspray Inn. He had gone in to visit an old friend by the name of San Rit. When he entered, he found his friend sprawled on the ground, dead, a hole in his neck from someone's sword. A short battle ensued with the result of Ned killing two men. Ned was banned from the Seaspray Inn. Hopefully, they would forget about that entire fiasco...it did happen three years ago.

    The pair traveled along the streets of Tortuga, a very dangerous place, especially at nighttime. After a long few minutes, the pair reached the ports of Tortuga, where the Seaspray was located. Ned looked at the many boats docked at the harbor, many of them old and run down. But, he could tell which one was the Black Dagger. It wasn't much, but far better than any boat Ned had traveled on.

    Deadeye motioned for Ned to enter the doorway to the Inn. Ned nodded, and walked. He sighed of relief after the first few steps into the Seaspray; no one had approached him to escort him out...or kill him. He did notice an abundance of people though. "S'pose all these people be here for the 'trip'?" Deadeye asked.

    Ned shrugged his shoulders and, as he approached the Innkeepers desk, said; "No idea." When he reached the desk, he tapped on the wood with his hand, making loud thumping noises. "We be looking for the Captain of the Black Dagger, Captain Barbossa."

    He slightly hesitated in his words. For the first time since he could remember, he actually felt a small stinge of fear; Barbossa was a well-known pirate, and use to be immortal, having stolen cursed gold. For years he had lived without being able to feel a single thing. He heard, but was not sure if it was true, that, during the nightime, their flesh disappeared. What a creepy sight that would be.

    The duo waited for a response from the Inn Keeper, or from anyone else who happened to overhear him speak.


    TAG: Imperial_Hammer perhaps...or anyone else in the Seaspray Inn
  13. darthnick11 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 21, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: Yep, a new character.

    and aye, this has been approved by said GM...

    Pirate Sheet

    Name: Robert Johnson
    Alias: "Blackbones"
    Age: 30
    Gender: Male
    Nationality: British
    Hair Color / Style: Medium-length black hair; very messy, raggedy, and of course, dirty.
    Eye Color: A deep, dark brown.
    Skin Color: Tanned white.
    Clothing: your typical torn, worn pirate garb, minus the hat.
    Weapons: A cutlass, dagger, and a single pistol.
    Home Town: Tortuga.
    Bio / History: Robert (sometimes called "Rob") "Blackbones" Johnson was born in Tortuga to pirating parents. His father died when he was very young and his mother soon after joined the pirating lifestyle, taking Robert with him.

    As he grew, Robert began to possess a knack for stealing, fighting, and otherwise plundering anywhere across the seven seas.

    However, at the age of fifteen, British soldiers attacked the pirate vessel that he and his mother had been on. During the vicious fray, his mother was murdered and the soldiers ran off.

    Since then, Blackbones has hated the country of Britain, its king, its soldiers, and its commanding officers, and spends most of his life plotting revenge on the people that stole his family.

    However, he has since settled down in Tortuga, as he has not found a ship - or captain - to his liking.

    Expect a nice introductory IC post from me tomorrow. :)/>
  14. Marna_Veign Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jan 31, 2002
    star 4
    Rats Roberts - Mermaid Inn, Tortuga

    Elizabeth was in the middle of trying to learn more about Astril?s upbringing and sailing experience when Rats walked over, leaving the crew she?d been talking to behind.

    "Maybe ya can tell me where we be off ta," Rats said.

    Elizabeth motioned for her to come closer and lowered her voice so only Rats and Astril could hear. She sat at the table where the other two ladies sat and leaned close to hear.

    "We are going to the edge of the map; to the end of the world," she said conspiratorially. "It promises to be an adventure like none other. And you are both welcome to join. It will be nice to have more women on the ship. Usually, I am the only one."

    While Rats was letting this information sink in, she heard Will call to Elizabeth.

    "I am going up the street to the Toscata, would you like to come with. Or will you stay here?" he asked her.

    She smiled. "I?ll come with you." she turned to Rats and Astril. "I?m sorry, but it appears I have some business to take care of at another tavern," she told them. "Many of the crewmembers are here; please stay and get to know them, and I will be back in a little while."

    Rats nodded an acknowledgement as Elizabeth got up to leave. Bobby the rat nuzzled Rat's neck.

    //So we're headed where there are no maps. To the very end of the world.// she thought. Rats smiled as she grabbed Bobby off her shoulder and let him run around across her hands. //This could be fun//

    Rats heard a bit of a commotion inside the inn. Apparently someone thought he had an excuse to break a bottle over the bartender's head, and was being confronted about it. Sitting across from Astril, Rats just watched to see what would happen.

    tag - Astril, anyone else in the Mermaid
  15. Ktala Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Tia Dalma
    Tia's room. No 7, The Mermaid


    Me hear that ya comes from a city on the waters? That be true?" Tia asked the woman. She was quick to respond. "Yes, I was born in Venice, Italy. The city is built over a lagoon. There are many little islands and pylons were driven into the ground to help support the buildings. It is very beautiful. I miss it much." Tia nodded. It sounded very much like her own home. It was a good sign.

    Polly leaned against the doorjam, hands in her apron pockets. "I don't mean to pry, I was curious - and as you say my place will not be harmed that's fine by me." Tia smiled. "Good pa-lace. Protected." Tia grinned. Polly continued on. "I know you've just arrived from a confining ship. Would you like me to send up a bath tub so you may refresh yourself?"

    Tia gave a huge grin. "That's what 'am would be lik-ken. Dem be good. 'An I gets ah meal as well. Much work I've musta be doing." Tia asked. A full meal, and a bath sounded heavelnly right now. Soon, she would be locked back on board a ship full of men. A smile slowly crept accross Tia's face.


    Tag: Polly

  16. Imperial_Hammer Manager Emeritus: RPFs

    Member Since:
    Sep 25, 2004
    star 5
    IC: Port Royale Bartender
    Location: The Raven's Claw

    The old man looked strangely at the soldier that came into his bar. Water and Rum?

    "Rum?" the old man said. "Aren't you on duty sirre?"

    The man filled up one of his flaggons with water...

    "As fer whats goin' on, ya must be part a the new crew we keeps on hearin' about. Tis Lord Beckett's new laws on public drunkenness. He won't be havin' any ne'er do wells cloggin' up his streets. Says its a blight on society."

    The man put down his flaggon on the bar, and slid it over to her.

    "Complimentary in the service of the King." he said, moving to the other side of the bar and picking up an empty mug.

    TAG: Protege


    IC: Murtogg and Mullroy
    Location: The Mess Hall

    The two soldiers nodded to themselves as Worthington said he was done and rose.

    "Hope we aren't too late." Mullroy said, looking to the window. "I shouldn't think so."

    "We got Worthy wid us." Murtogg said. "Chief wouldn't dare yell at us."

    "I suppose." Mullroy said, "Come on..."

    The trio walked out of the hall and down the colonnade, striding to where the rest of the soldiers would be. It was a balmy little day in the Caribbean, a brisk breeze blowing into the fort.

    "Nice weather out..." Murtogg said walking, "Not too hot eh?"

    TAG: Dubya

    IC: The Seaspray Innkeeper
    Location: Behind his Desk

    The timid Innkeeper took a breath as what definitely was two Pirates approached him, asking for Barbossa. He knew he should have never let that one come in here. Nothing but trouble to be certain, bringing in all sorts of unsavories. Yet he dared not lie to these two rugged men.

    "He..." the man said, with a gulp. "He be up in the room at the end of the hall to yer lefts. Should be some folks there already."

    The Innkeeper prayed these two would be no trouble...

    TAG: Nemmy

    IC: Cutler Beckett
    Location: Sloop "HMS Statford," At Sea

    Beckett watched as Port Royale faded into the distance, his person standing watching the rear of ship leave its wake on the sea. He needed to be far out at sea to grab the attention of Davy Jones, and he dare not do it so close to Port Royale and risk something going wrong. The sea was rather calm, a brisk breeze stirring the waters up only a tad. The man contemplated the deep blue waters. Soon the entire ocean, in all of its depths and vastness, would be under his control.

    The British Lord turned and walked on the deck of his ship, going down the stairs, away from the wheel, and to where a good deal of his sailors waited. The man strolled over to one particular group, the group that he had assigned for this mission.

    "Ready I presume?" Lord Beckett said, looking over the four men critically.

    "Aye sir." a particularly burly one said, holding a length of rope.

    "Raise topsails!" Beckett hollered to some other troops. "I want to loose this speed!"

    As the men scurried to do this, Beckett removed his package, The Heart of Davy Jones, from his coat. He also removed a dagger. He wanted to be ready for anything. Because he literally was dealing with things where everything could happen.

    "Tie it." he said, handing the bag to the man with the rope. "And make it tight."

    Beckett watched as the man did as he was told. The sailor handed it back to Beckett, would pulled the knot to test it. Yes, it was tight enough. Beckett walked with it over to the side of the ship, looking over the waters. The ship had definitely slowed, moving along at a gentle pace over the waters.

    Lord Beckett hoped his plan would work. He had given quite a bit of thought to it, on how to get in contact with Jones. He considered this the best of options.

    "Lower it." Beckett said, thrusting the bag and rope combo to the sailors. "Slowly."

    The men did as they were told again, lowering the rope down lower and lower, until the Heart lay dangling over the top of the waves.

    And then, it touched the water, and was submerged in it.

    The heart beat.

    [/>/>/>
  17. Eme-ma_Himou Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 29, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: Sorry, been out of town for a couple days.

    Nemmy, I kindly ask you refer to my post on a previous page where my Matthew Teach character tagged you, asking you about your name and offering to join you in your trip down to the Seaspray.


    Sorry for the confusion and I hope we can fix this,
    Eme
  18. darthnick11 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 21, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Blackbones Johnson
    The Mermaid, Tortuga

    Blackbones stepped into the the semi-crowded Tavern and surveyed the room, seeing how rowdy the townsfolk were getting. Surprisingly, there was not too much fighting; however, some is always expected in the pirating city. Some people were lying on the ground, bleeding from wounds in various places.

    He walked over to the bar and sat on one of the half broken stools, putting his elbows up onto the table. He narrowly dodged a tall man swinging his fists at a person behind him. "Mind your bussiness!" He ordered as the men kept fighting on to the other side of the tavern. The fighting began to escalate as many more people became involved in the fray.

    He yelled, "Bartender, kindly get me something cold to drink!" and waited for the alcohol which gave him pleasure each night. "And what news have ye tonight?"

    TAG: Barmen
  19. NaboosPrincess Manager Emeritus

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

    Elizabeth left her new recruits behind and smoothed a few wrinkles out of her gown before taking Will's hand as they moved out of the tavern. She noticed a young man staring at them both and sent a friendly smile his way. Cleary, he recognized them. That could be good or very, very bad. She hoped to turn it to their advantage by being as kind as possible. They didn't want any trouble...at least not yet.

    "We'd better get going, Will," Elizabeth said, "The rest of the crew has things under control here." She leaned closer to whisper the next part in his ear. "Maybe if we get enough recruiting done quickly we'll have time for that stroll on the beach you've been promising."

    TAG: PR, RogueAce7
  20. DARTH_GOLLUMSMEAGOL Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 20, 2003
    star 5
    OOC: Sorry for the delay, don't pust much onm my days of. Looks like rouge ace missed my tag so I will move on to master Stevens

    IC: GFibbs
    Mermaid Inn

    When Gibbs returned to the table he noticed that the young Master that had come over had moved over to Will. "Ah well" He Said. He turned to see yet another man waiting to be heard.

    "Aye, si' down mate. Have a drink. Tell m abou' yerself!"

    Tag: Stevens
  21. TheEmperorsProtege Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    May 22, 2004
    star 5
    IC: Madeline ?Matt? Warren

    Port Royale, The Raven's Claw Tavern

    "As fer whats goin' on, ya must be part a the new crew we keeps on hearin' about. Tis Lord Beckett's new laws on public drunkenness. He won't be havin' any ne'er do wells cloggin' up his streets. Says its a blight on society."

    A new crew? Madeline was intrigued immediately. She might be able to hire on with this Lord Beckett and get to see the caribbean. It sounded like a possible job alright and she needed money soon. Also this Lord Beckett?s new ideas to abolish drunkenness sounded great. She liked him already.

    The old man put down his flaggon on the bar, and slid it over to her.

    "Complimentary in the service of the King." he said, moving to the other side of the bar and picking up an empty mug.


    ?Thank you?.

    She took the flaggon and saluted the back of the old man. Putting the flask away she thought about what she?d just heard. That Lord Beckett was her best chance. Her only chance it seemed. Not much was going on in this port. Getting back into her ?Matt voice? she asked

    ?Excuse me, me friend. Where could me find that Lord Beckett you mentioned??


    Tag: I_H
  22. darth_nemisis Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 15, 2004
    star 6
    IC: Ned Morgan and Thomas Rickard
    ~Seaspray Inn, Ports - Tortuga~

    "He..." said the innkeeper, sounding a bit nervous; the gulp he took did not help to hide his nervousness. "He be up in the room at the end of the hall to yer lefts. Should be some folks there already." The innkeeper finally said.

    Ned and Deadeye simply nodded their thanks, with Thomas adding a slight jump at the innkeeper, just to scare him a bit; and to give Ned and himself a good laugh.

    The duo left the main lobby, and headed towards the hall to their left. They ventured down the slightly long hallway, and came to a stop at the end of the hall. Ned looked at Deadeye. "Do ye wanna knock?" he asked. To be honest, he was a little, not much, scared; these pirates were said to be the best pirates that sail the seas.

    Deadeye shook his head and, being faintly afraid himself, but not showing it, knocked on the door. They waited together, hoping the wait would not be long.


    TAG: Imperial_Hammer, others at the room

  23. Darth_Elu Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Jan 2, 2003
    star 6
    GM Approved

    Pirate Sheet

    Name: Brogan F. Marcas

    Alias: Bloodwater

    Age: 21

    Gender: Male

    Nationality: Irish

    Hair Color / Style: Red / shoulder-length hair, kind of dirty

    Eye Color: Brown

    Skin Color: White, fair skin

    Clothing: [image=http://www.caribbeanguide.net/pirate/images-pirates/piarate-barbe%20noir.JPG]

    One in the Blue?s clothing

    Weapons: Two cutglasses, a flintlock pistol, and a small vial of poison.

    Home Town: Kilrush, Ireland for birth. Actual living space? None. Traveler.

    Bio / History: Brogan was born in Kilrush, Ireland to a poor family. After some years of rough living, his family and him moved to somewhere in England. There they led a somewhat decent life, though it still had its rough patches. Plenty of them in fact.

    Despite a tad better life in England rather than in Ireland, Brogan opted to steal mostly to get by in life. Eventually at the age of 14, he left his family and home and became a stowaway on a British ship headed for the Caribbean.

    He was discovered a little way into the trip and became a cabin boy, helping out. This was the way life went on for three and a half years until he was abandoned while gathering supplies on shore. It sparked some bad blood against the British for him, not enough to kill on sight, but enough for him to distrust those loyal to the King of England.

    Not long after that incident, Brogan found himself with pirates and helping out there. With them he earned the nickname of ?Bloodwater? for his uncanny ability of whenever he got hurt, some of his blood always seemed to find its way to the water for all to see...and for every kill he made, he threw the body into the closest available water he could. No real reason.

    Now, three and a half years later, he?s waiting for another crew to join. Another ship to sail. Another adventure to go on.

    ***I shall write an opening post later and my other character is also coming later***
  24. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    IC: as Worthington

    Walking with Murtogg and Mullroy, Worthington looked up into the sky. "Yeah, it is a beau'iful day. I really enjoy this kinda weather." He took a deep breath and exhaled. He was born to be out on the open seas. But, while he was out there, he sure did miss land. He glanced down and kicked a small rock further down the road. He turned back to his companions. "Are you chaps comin' with us on the ship?"

    TAG: Imperial_Hammer...
  25. TheMaidofOrleans Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2005
    star 3
    Polly Fitzgerald
    The Mermaid
    Upstairs, Room #7
    In conversation with Tia

    "I know you've just arrived from a confining ship. Would you like me to send up a bath tub so you may refresh yourself?"

    "That's what 'am would be lik-ken. Dem be good. 'An I gets ah meal as well. Much work I've musta be doing."

    "Two of my men will bring up the tub, and the water will follow directly. I'll be sending a meal up for you with a bottle of wine...breakfast is served between 6-8. Just let one of the maids who bring up the water know what time to bring the breakfast tray.

    Oh yes, be sure to keep your door locked. There?s many a drunken man who have no idea where they are and try to open doors. There?s a peep hole so you can look out to see who it is. I post a guard here on the second floor at night, so usually there?s no trouble - but since you are a lady on your own, better safe than sorry.

    Polly excused herself for there was still much to be done. Business was booming, downstairs and up.

    Immersing the entire body in water was a novel idea just beginning to catch on in some places. Some people did so because it was the fashionable thing to do. Others swore it was unhealthy to submerge the body in hot water - it was quite enough to splash water on your face in the morning and if time, wash your hands. Many women, ,wore a long, white bathing gown, being overly modest.

    ****

    It was 30 or so minutes later there was a knock at the door - two male employees of the Mermaid. They carried the galvanized tin hip bath into the room, placing it in a corner.


    [image=http://www.emsah.uq.edu.au/awsr/Act_Centenary/graphics/bath.jpg]

    ?The women be coming up with the water and your meal mam. Good evening to you.?

    Sure enough, a few minutes later two maids entered carrying 4 buckets of water. Three buckets they poured into the hip tray. The fourth they placed upon the floor next to the tub with a dipper. A round ball of soap infused with the scent of lavender was placed next to the bucket..


    Bess entered next, carrying across her arm towels and in her hands Tia?s food tray. ?Here be your meal Madam, fresh bread and cheese and a fish just caught this afternoon. Be sure to lock the door behind us.
    Is there anything else you be wanting??



    [image=http://www.bluffton.edu/womenartists/womenartistspw/peeters/cheese.jpg]

    [image=http://www.abc.net.au/tropic/stories/Baked_Fish_m512015.jpg]

    TAG: Tia


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