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Post by Bo'sun on Oct 10, 2004 17:51:50 GMT -5
*Now, when you're here visiting Isla De Muerta, you shouldn't expect to see a cheery tavern or some pretty cafe. No, mate, you're on the island home to Barbossa and his crew, not some jolly wonderland. And because there's no real designated town with its own streets and buildings, the crew made their own establishments. And to compinsate for a tavern or some house for the Captain, Isla De Muerta's got its encampments.* *This specific encampment is the tavern of the night. It's a roofed structure, built by wood and thick leaves of the island, with a hole in the center of it to give room for the smoke that the roaring fire under it has. There are two or three benches, but one usually sita on blankets around the glowing flames. A long slender table like piece of furniture makes up for the bar, where a man of the crew awaits to serve those who order, and drinks of plenty can still be ordered as they are shipped regularly.* *A few gold trinkets and decorations from the caves hang along the structure, and all around, it could even seem better than the average tavern....* Here be the rules. Abide by them, or be tortured. We may be a mostly evil lot, but there are guidelines from Captain Morgan Barbossa himself! Now then- 1. No really bad cursing! Fine if you *bleep* it, we'll understand 2. No ruining the structure! Our crew's built this with their own salty sweat! That should be sufficient for now....yo ho ho, ya bilge rats! |
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Post by Carver Brothers on Oct 10, 2004 18:02:53 GMT -5
*Michael had had a somewhat restless night. He made his way through the shadows and passed a few encampments until he got to the tavern encampment, where he headed for the bar first most. He ran his fingers through his hair, stretching and speaking up to the bar tender.*
"A mug of some rum would be fine right now...my thanks..."
*Taking the mug and sitting down close to the fire, he kept his gaze on it for a few minutes, watching the flames dance in the night with an eerie sort of comfort. Smirking at his own thoughts, he called over to the tender again.*
"Not such a busy night, is it?"
*He received a grunt*
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Avery Tolen
Apprentice/Of the Crew
Pillaging, drinking, flogging, wenching. Just another day in paradise.
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Post by Avery Tolen on Oct 13, 2004 20:28:29 GMT -5
Avery stealthily made his way through the encampments. He was parched and in need of some company besides his normal cabin mates. Grinning he stepped into tavern encampment.
He was just in time to hear Michael try to make small talk with the barkeep. He motioned for the man to get him his usual rum and moved to sit next to Michael.
"Looks like you need some excitement in your life, mate," he said with a grin. Normally Ry was reserved with people. He kept his emotions hidden from others. However there were a few exceptions. His sister for one. Tasha and Michael were the few others. He couldn't control himself around the blue-eyed sorceress and Michael was becoming one of the only men he trusted.
The bartender brought his rum over and Avery took a large gulp. Looking back at his friend, his grin widened. "I feel the need to do something, what about you?"
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