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Post by Fish-legs Bob on Jun 8, 2004 9:55:08 GMT -5
ok...theres no way in anywhere i can be our Jack, but...well, i guess im gona try, aren't i? Well, supposedly i've been appointed "plot master" of tradewinds, and well....*pokes plot forward*
Heres the basic plot: One, we're not on the Pearl. We're pirates. And we can use our characters from the other Rpgs if you wish. Ill also start up an "alternate character bio thread" to post bios in for RPGs like this one. Anyway, we're not on the Pearl, but yes in the caribbean. *ponders* our ship (yes, we're pirates, or most of us) shall be named.......The Wave Dancer...i guess...anyway, its a fairly new piratey ship, but its done a few raids. So heres the deal: one of the crew of the Dancer has been captured by the Spanish Navy during some raid or other, and they've got him or her locked up right tight in one of their island fortresses. You know, one of those huge stone ones with the cannons and all, that juts out from a cliff or somethin', aye, that. Well, the prisoner is being held on the Spanish isle of Caratana. Its currently one of the major naval ports for the spanish in the caribbean, so its rather crowded right now. And the basic idea is rescue!!
Now, first, some rules:
1. I expect all the normal courtesies from you all
2. they're PIRATES. not GODS not IMMORTALs not HEROES not LOVERS. PIRATES. got it? keep em that way!!
2 1/2. You can have more than one character but you MUST ask me first
3. and thats about it.
Here are some roles we need filled, first come first serve:
Captian of the Dancer: ill be takin that one, i think. ill make a bio soon enough
The Prisoner:
The Spanish Admiral: (i've got to talk in person to the one who wants this spot)
Two other spanish Captians:
Trusty crew of the Dancer:
Trusty crew and soldiers of the spanish brigs:
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jun 8, 2004 10:07:34 GMT -5
*bounces up and down* Ooo Gilly, can I be the prisoner? *hopeful eyes*
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jun 8, 2004 10:31:39 GMT -5
fishy,
When does this rpg take place? Future, present past? If it's past......well if it's far enough in the past I've got a idea. One ye might like. but I don't know. So can ye give me the time period?
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Post by Rose Glassman/Hawk Aureye on Jun 8, 2004 10:41:30 GMT -5
I'll be aboard the Dancer, mate  Wouldn't like to miss this... |
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Post by Fish-legs Bob on Jun 8, 2004 10:54:19 GMT -5
Rose: go for it!
Jack: if it suits your idea, (i saw it) then past it is!!
Tobbly: course ye can be!
(Alright mate. Thank you. I'll make a small bio for 'young" Jack now- Jack)
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jun 10, 2004 16:17:59 GMT -5
Count me in!Since this is a pre-Pearl thing,I'll be playing...:drumroll: Rick's dad!This ought to be fun....
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jun 15, 2004 6:49:16 GMT -5
So are we started? If so i've already got this odd entrance for Jack. But I think Fishy deserves the honor of posting first. As this is HIS rpg. :bows to honorable Captain Fishy.:
The Dancer is yours mate......We await your commands.....
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Post by Jessi Ferris/Ben Davidson on Jun 15, 2004 7:14:42 GMT -5
I'm definitely in, too. I don't think I'll be Jessi or any of her relatives, so if there're any parts you still need filled, I'd be more than happy to, well, fill it. *dons pirate hat* |
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Post by Fish-legs Bob on Jun 15, 2004 7:16:55 GMT -5
i promise ill start this today if i can, but i've gotta go right now! Jessi, just make and post a bio and we'll be good!
Alright mate! :gives Fishy cool hat with extra large feather on it: here ye go mate......-Jack
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Post by Fish-legs Bob on Jun 15, 2004 10:23:43 GMT -5
(((Alright, well, i already posted the general plot of it, *pokes up* and we'll fill the missing ranks as we go. Unfourtunantly, Im only gona be here for 11 more days!!!!!! so someone'll have to take control of this soon....)))
The Dancer nearly glided seemlessly across the dark blue and gray waves, a light, speedy ship. Foaming white bubbles frothed in the wake of the ship, as it charged forward, all sails full. At her wheel stood Captian Farron Grave, grim and cold. With his coat on his shoulders and his hat upon his head, the statuesque man was ready for battle. For that is of course where the Dancer was headed. They were just a few miles away now, from Caratana, the third largest Spanish port-fortress in all the gold filled Caribbean. The stone fortress that jutted out from the cliff face was now just coming into few, several spanish brigs, docked in the bay. They would be there shortly, for once, not on a raid, but for a rescue.
"Alright you mangy RATS! Man the guns! Loose all sails! Get yerselves some bloodly arms, and if ye don' got one, STEAL ONE! Spanish pork tonight!" he barked, his voice booming above the sea.
"Aye..." he said aloud, to himself, and softer. "Spanish blood tonight."
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jun 15, 2004 10:34:49 GMT -5
:young Jack Sparrow had been, as he always was, day dreamng and staring at the water. The boy was no more then 20 years of age, if that. His face was one that would be handsome one day.....provided he didn't earn himself any scars, and his eyes were dark and curious....He was thin for his height, a bit akward looking and had the look of a boy who'd always been on the move his entire life.:
:and yet.....he looked, wise for his age. That was of course, until he decided to move. Jack was clumsy as they came. Well, only when it mattered he was clumsy. when the captain shouted for them to find arms, Jack drew his pistol, jerked from his dreaming:
:The pistol promptly flew overboard from Jack's overeager hands. The young man watched the water, as if hoping the sea would be kind and simply spit the pistol back on deck. No such luck. Jack bit his lip and backed away from the railing.:
:Slowly this time he drew his sword, and looked at it, then back at the railing. He wished vainly for a pistol. The Captain was a man he admired. Looked up too, having never known his father, Jack simply looked to his captains for that sort of attention. and if he was lucky, he wouldn't get a smack over the head, or a boot in his rear:
"Right you are." Jack echoed to his captain, and hoped he'd not seen the pistol incident.
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Post by Fish-legs Bob on Jun 15, 2004 14:09:35 GMT -5
And of course, Farron had. He turned to Jack, still a lad in his eyes, and offered a grim smile. His gray whiskers were visibly blown to one side. The wind was a gale, as they rode in a storm. Farron was using it for cover, that storm, riding the Dancer just behind its break, in clouds so dark all was a shadow, in rain so thick the shadow couldn't be seen. And just when the storm would break, the Dancer would be at Caratana.
"Here." he said, gruffly, reaching into the side of his coat. When he drew a gold inlaid pistol that must've been older than Jack, Farron must've looked like he was about to shoot the young mate. But instead he handed Jack the pistol instead, his eyes already back on the sea.
"Do not loose this."
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Post by Jessi Ferris/Ben Davidson on Jun 15, 2004 15:38:49 GMT -5
Ben stood on the starboard side of the Dancer, looking out onto the water. The few women he had been with over the years had never failed to ask him what drew him to the sea, what he felt when his ship cast off from port, why he sailed again and again, and why he never settled down. His answer, when he was young, was that he didn't know. He did what he had to do. Now he tells them that he is settled down, that his ship is his home and that the ocean is his country. When the captain started shouting orders, Ben looked quickly to the port. He drew his pistol, and then watched the interchange between his beloved captain and the little energetic squirt, who promptly walked away after he was given the pistol and had jabbered on for a minute or two. He was unable to hold back a chuckle as he approached Farron.
"That was mighty nice of you, Captain." Ben grinned at him cheekily. "Should you maybe go find the boy a parasol, though? It looks like it's about to sprinkle, and I wouldn't want a nice, young, fresh pirate to get wet."
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Post by Fish-legs Bob on Jun 15, 2004 16:31:45 GMT -5
Farron grinned. He grinned a lot. Smiled a lot less. He looked up into the storm that was raging over head, let sheets and sheets of water fall down upon them. The Dancer was drenched in water, little waves inside the boat itself, rolling off the sides again. He looked back to Ben.
"Aye, a sprinkle indeed. And lets get all our beautiful and elegant ladie folk below into the oh sowarm and dry quarters!" He laughed loudly. His eyes were back on the sea once more, hard rain breaking upon him.
"Lad's a lad, lad needs a gun. You," he said, poking Ben hard in the chest. "need a sword. Get one."
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Post by Fish-legs Bob on Jun 15, 2004 16:48:36 GMT -5
NOTE: All Spanish Armada characters DO NOT POST UNTIL I SAY, you're not part of the RPG yet. EVERYONE should probably have a crewmember player, so they can always play if they wish, and can kill that crewman later if they choose.
The inmate can post, but is trapped in a cell.
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