kagemucha Wrote:Quote:Anyway, I threw all the rowboats overboard to make room for the inevitable treasure we'll be finding.
But but... How will we get to the Island that holds the treasure? I can't swim.....
It is a fantastic time to learn, laddie.
Arr... I wak up an' ye've set sail! Tis ridiculous! By the wey, I loaded me weapons an' piles o' Rum bottles in a lifeboat. Where they be?
Vote: Oogabooga
Arr, ye good ol' bandwagon.
Ye be lurking professor? Feeling suspicion I be.
Arrrrrrrrrrr
Arr, I be ready to finding that treasure. *waves hook enthusiastically while trying to cheer*
Arr, this thing be mighty annoying to use, but tis mighty fine-looking, like me eyepatch. I be going up to the crow's nest to be having a little nap now. Do not be disturbing me now, or I may be putting out yer eye and sending ye overboard.
I get hit with a cannon ball and start a bandwagon, eventful first day for me.
And um ouch, where's my rum? (I don't roleplay often)
Professorelite (of whom from now on should be refered to as Xander) began to wake from his sleep upon hearing the sounds of men stirring about the ship. He had a pounding headache, probably from the rum of the preceding night. As he opened his eyes, he found himself staring down the business end of a pistol's barrel.
"What were you sayin' laddie about voting for a new capn'?" said Captain Lacka, who is holding the pistol while she is crouched in an imposing position above Xander.
"Arr... I do not know meself the answer to that... You see, me captn', I had more rum then needed be," said Xander, trying not to show how rousing it was to have a rather shapely captain on top of him.
In reality, Xander had assumed that the crew was talking about mutiny when he heard the words "vote" and "captain." He assumed so because, like many seamen of his era, he believed that having women on board was bad luck. Yet, he also knew that he must not show his resentment because female pirates, especially female captains, always put up a front to show that they are not the common feeble landlubbin' women; women cannot show weakeness on a ship surrounded by unsavory types because, afterall, they are women. With this in mind, Xander knew that Captain Lacka would not hesistate to take advantage of any opportunity to show that she was in charge.
The captain eyed Xander and he eyed her back. After a tense moment, she stood up and lifted the pistol away from his face.
"Laddie, I better not be hearin' any more of mutiny from you or else."
Once again, Xander found himself looking at the shiny lead ball that was loaded into the pistol. Captain Lacka then walked off and momentarily turned one last time.
"Well, to the crow's nest with ye!" she commanded before continuing on her way.
"Aye, captn'." Xander moaned.
Xander began to climb the mast to the crow's nest, feeling miserable as the increased altitude amplified the rocking of the ship on the ocean waves. He thought it was a cruel joke that the captain should send a hungover man up there as he rubbed he head before finishing the ascension.
cough...it's captain Lack, we don't refer to captain's by first and middle names, (Lack A. Matteroffactly
Nice long post there, Xander.
I for one refuse to debase myself to talking in such an uneducated manner. Instead, I prefer to italicize a word in every other sentence for sarcastic and snooty emphasis.
Is picking someone to kill semi-randomly any better than the captain picking someone randomly? I suppose it is indeed. So...
vote: oogabooga
and for saying first when he was third:
vote: Kagemucha
Oh I'm petrified now lads. I on't b' thinkin' that a captain that can't count will be killin' me! And even if I do this ain't be ma ship anymore so I'll drink all ye rum.
Yer gonna regret it though lads.... well the ones of ye wit souls that is.... the others to Davey Jones' locker with ye!
*Takes a swig o' rum*
I'm terribly sorry Mr. Ooga. I's Johnny Wells, Cabin boy. No needs for the likes of me to have something 'gaist a good ol' pirate shuch as ya'self, bu' see, I's not wantin' t' be killed by Capin Lack, see? So I's gotta vote fer ya. I sorry somthin' ter'ble.
Vote: Oooga.
I hear me lifeboat go' chucked overboard. So, I gunna be stelling yur rum professor. *bloody mutiny*... Yer should be hung fro' tha' crow's nest for such thoughts!
I alsa puts ma bids on ooga's rum, he's no lastin' long 'ere nou.