Pirate RP!

Pirates learned of Object X. Stop. In pursuit of NAS Richland. Stop. Will send reinforcements. Stop. Pirates must not get Object X. Stop. God be with us.... Stop....


During the Golden Age of Pirates, The Navy discovered records dating back to the days of the Ancient Mayans. These records spoke of a magical scroll that granted the bearer the power to control the currents of the ocean. Realizing that such an item would bring an end to the rein of pirates, The Navy dispatched their fastest ship Navy Armories Ship Richland. Pirate spies uncovered the secret and relayed the news back to their respective ships. Understanding the danger the danger they would be in if The Navy found the scroll, several pirate ships created a temporary alliance in an attempt to retrieve the scroll before The Navy. Pirates will be pirates, who knows how long The Pirate Alliance will stay together, but the race is on, the winner unknown, and the contestants; The Navy vs The Pirate Alliance. Who will rise the victor....


Helena observed the grim visage of her Captain, Pietro Giandr, as he read a letter from their spy within the Navy.
"Bad news Cap'n?" Pietro turned to her, his face somehow even grimmer.
"The worst. Those scumbag Navy cowards have found an ancient item that will give the owner control of the ocean currents. If they find this we pirates are through. Set a course for Tortuga." Helena nodded and turned to face the rest of the crew.
"Set a course for Tortuga!" She yelled to them.

Near the outskirts of coastal Britain, a large, portly ship sailed quickly towards away from the island, having recently raided and torched a British merchant ship.
The merchant ship, called the Lugenot, had left port not too long ago, when the seas were covered in a thick fog that covered much of the area.
Before the Lugenot could reach the outer seas, Captain Daniel Jacks, leader of the Raging Wyvern's crew, ordered an attack, and the ship appeared from the misty depths like a phantom, ramming straight into the British trade ship with her iron-studded prow.
The surprise had caught them off guard, and Daniel Jacks and his crew gleefully rushed aboard and mercilessly slaughtered the crew, taking whatever riches they could find.
Just as thought, the cargo of the Lugenot was mainly rum, with a bit of gold that the merchants on board had with them.
Soon after stripping the ship of her riches, Daniel Jacks and his crew boarded the Raging Wyvern and sailed off, but before they got too far, the crew lit up bottles of volatile liquor and tossed it at the ship, setting her alight.
Now, the crew cheered and shouted, raising up their bottles of rum as they sailed away from the burning Lugenot.
" Great job, crew! A job well done!" yelled Daniel Jacks, raising a bottle of grog in a toast.
Beside him, his first mate, Luna 'Cut-Lassie' Sangre, swilled a bit of grog in her glass before downing it, gripping the wheel of the ship, " Let's just hope we can get away before the British naval ships start coming for us, if the burning ship lasts long enough to provide cover."
He laughed and patted her on the back, " No worries, me lassie Luna, I'd like to see those Navy dogs try to sink the Raging Wyvern!"
Luna observed the crew, making sure everyone was aboard.
The crew was a mismatch of all kinds of pirates, pirates from Spain, pirates from France, pirates from Italy, and of course, there was Tora.
Tora was an odd one, they had found him on a mysterious island that was populated by the Tiger People, a tribe of bestial humans who painted themselves with orange and black dyes, to imitate their sacred animal, the tiger.
Tora was leader of his tribe, and had agreed to join the Raging Wyvern's crew after they had helped to save him from being captured by Navy dogs, he would've been a dead man if they hadn't intervened.
He was an excellent bodyguard, and had appointed a new chief to take his place while he sailed the open seas, and the Tiger People became lifelong allies with the Raging Wyvern's crew.
He never talked much, only emitting snarls and low growls, for that was the native language of his people, and his distinctive body painting, fingernails and teeth sharpened to imitate the claws and teeth of the tiger, and fierce yellowish eyes made him stand out.
Daniel Jacks spoke up, " Luna, me lass, set us a course, we're getting out of here."
Nodding, Luna steadied the wheel, and turned it, not sure of where she was going as of now, but hopefully they'll lose those British naval units if they came after them.

There was no pirate more pissed off at that moment than Captain Morgan.

Chained in the make-shift cell in the hull of a navy cruiser, the Ex-Captain fought the manacles that kept him prisoner.
Not that that would do much good. His ship had been taken from him,
At that thought, he let out a cry in rage.

Morgan stopped shouting and relaxed.
The manacles were chaffing his wrists like nothing else.
"Navy pigs..."
They really struck him while his pants were down.
He had brought a few girls from Tortuga to his ship and after he passed out, not only did his first mate take his ship out to the sea, but that traitor handed over his booze, poon, and his map!

Now he's sailing to God knows where, a thought that made Morgan pine for a bottle of rum.
There was a stiff breeze coming from a porthole in the cell.
Morgan took a deep breath in.

There was a wind blowing in from Tortuga, the smell of sex and ale was a scent ingrained in his memory by both childhood and practice.
The ship must not have gone far after his capture, perhaps his twoface traitorous first mate had them wait until he was out of sight with The Red Dragon as a deal.
If that be the case, that dog might have saved his life.

If the ship were still near Tortuga, a pirate port, he might get lucky enough that the ship gets fired upon for being so damn navy.

Luna steered the ship as they got farther away from Britain, sailing deep into the Atlantic waters.
Of course, it was a bit ironic, Luna and Daniel Jacks had been born and raised in Britain for the majority of their young years, and now, many years later and full-fledged plundering pirates, they had ransacked and burned a British trade ship.
Of course they wouldn't have suspected it, and so far, the British navy hadn't made any attempts to pursue them, yet at least...
But Luna wouldn't bet her arse on that, they could be chasing them from a distance for all she knew.
The sound of the crew walking the decks below, the rush of the ocean breeze, and the smell of grog and rum reminded her that the seas were her home now, she had outgrown Britain, and was ready to taste the adventure on the salty, sweet sea air...
She heard Daniel Jacks shouting out orders to the crew, stamping about behind her in his great black sea boots as she carefully steered the ship.
A hand was felt on her shoulder, and she heard Daniel Jacks behind her, " Luna, me lass, how 'bout ye set us on course fer Tortuga?"
" Tortuga, captain?" Luna asked, slightly bewildered.
" Aye, heard about it through some personal contacts of mine, Tortuga is a pirate port located off the north coast of Haiti in the Caribbean, it's a safe retreat from the Navy and some other unwanted companies," Daniel Jacks said, handing her a map.
Taking the parchment, Luna gently unrolled the map, looking it over carefully.
There were several lines, ship paths, coming from many different directions, as far as India, and ending at a small strip of land, off the coast of the island Haiti.
She had heard rumors of Tortuga, how it was a haven for pirates from all over the world, but had dismissed them as childish myths. If Daniel Jacks knew about it, and he had been serious from the flat tone in his voice, then she knew better than to argue with the captain.
" Have the crew ready the sails," she said, " It's Tortuga or bust!"
He smiled, then walked to his usual place, where he stood to give out order.
" Stanley!! Tora!!! Loose all sails!! We're going full speed to Tortuga!!"
The crew seemed to like this, and cheered as they readied the sails, apparently itching to get to the pirate port.
Trusting her map instincts, Luna turned the ship in the direction indicated by the map, and the Raging Wyvern sped through the Atlantic, heading towards the Caribbean Sea, and Tortuga.

Sailing near the port city of Tortuga, Commodore Lucien Falco stood at the helm of his ship, The Naughty Dog. He scanned the horizon, looking for ships of the British Royal Navy, when--

"Captain, a Royal Navy ship has appeared on the horizon!" the pirate in the crow's nest shouted.
"How many times have I told you, it's Commodore! And Aye, I see it! It's a fine one at that!" Lucien shouted back. "Alas, me hearties, that navy cruiser looks ripe for the taking!"

A roar of shouts erupted from his crew, many of them pleased and ripe for a fight.

"Men, signal The Drowsy Sloth! Tell the lads on that ship to hold back! This one's ours!" Lucien shouted.

His first mate sent a signal beacon to their second ship, telling it to stay back and wait for The Naughty Dog to take care of it.

The Naughty Dog sped in full pursuit after the Navy cruiser, Relentless, steadily getting within range. The navy ship saw them now, and instead of continuing to run, it turned around, ready for a fight.

The two got close to each other, and the ships finally opened fire. The Naughty Dog's cannons were significantly greater than the cruiser's, and tore holes in the deck of the ship. With the cruiser in disarray, Lucien piloted The Naughty Dog right up to the ship.

"Prepare to board!" Lucien said. His crew tossed ramps onto the navy cruiser, and sprinted onto the ship, with swords blazing and pistols firing. The navy crew, frightened near to death, had little to no chance. His crew pillaged their way through the naval troops.

Lucien calmly walked over to the ship, and followed his crew to the lower levels of the ship. When they got to the hull, they saw a pirate locked in a makeshift cell, his hands bonded by manacles. Lucien walked over to the cell doors.

"Well what have we here? A Pirate, Captain by the looks of it, who is being transported by the British Royal Navy. How did you end up such an esteemed visitor to these dogs?" Lucien asked the pirate.

Morgan chuckled.
"Long Story, mate."
Morgan turned and spat on the floor.

"but if yah see it in ye heart to release meh from my cell, i'll beh happy to tell ya me bleedin life story,"
"Keys beh there."

With an awkward point, he gestured to a nail on the other side of the hull, in plain view of the cell.
On the nail hung a ring with a single key.

"Bastards put tha there for meh viewin pleasure. I sincerely hope yeh gave eh hell... Ye a captain?"

"Commodore, Lucien Falco."

"Captain Morgan, well, Ex-Captain, but i'll beh Captain again once tha new Captain gets a cap-in tha head by tha old Captain. Me," Morgan smiled, showing a number of gold fillings.
He never spoke plainly if he could help it.
"I'd shake ye hand but, well, ye know."

"Surrender now, or your lives will be forfeit." shouted David.
"Even if we surrender, you'll kill us all anyways!" shouted the captain of the merchant ship. "We'll take our chances, bastard!"

David sighed, and motioned with his hand. His crew immediately sprang into action, firing cannons and hooks to grapple the ship. They aimed for the mast to cripple the ship, and the sailors aboard the merchant ship panicked as their only chance of escape shattered under cannon fire. Several of them were wounded as the splinters of wood pierced them. David decided to try again.

"I'm giving you one more chance!" yelled David. "Surrender!"
"Never!"
Turning to his first mate, Ken, he muttered, "Kill them."

Ken shouted the orders and his crew cried and shouted with bloodlust, eager for a chance to kill with reckless abandon. Before they approached the ship, Ken had briefed them that David wanted prisoners. At least 3 of them, and of rank, if possible. David turned away from the soon to be carnage and slaughter when a shot whizzed past his face. Without batting an eye he turned around and shot the captain in the face.

With some measure of disgust, he turned away as the boarding party raided the ship, killing with utter disregard and looting. After roughly an hour, the killing subsided and Ken started to direct the transfer of cargo. David considered taking the merchant ship, but disregarded that notion as the hull was too low, the wood of poor quality. So he let it burn.

Once all of the negotiable goods were moved, his crew cut the hooks loose and left the ship to burn. They dragged around 5 people who survived the assault. His crew looked up expectantly at him.

"Put them in the brig." said David. "I'll 'talk' to them in private later."

******After a few hours****

David kicked the man out of his cabin and let him be dragged away by his crew. He learned all that he needed from the five men. So... Captain Morgan was held in the brig of a Navy Ship. It was last seen in Tortuga, and that's where David would go. With a shout, he ordered all hands to let down the sails, and the ship, riding the waves and the wind, sailed across the sea with amazing grace.

"We had an agreement, Morgan..." muttered David.

"Aye, I see that I can resolve that." Lucien said. He grabbed the keys from their resting place, and released Morgan from his shackles. "There, that might be more comfortable for ya."
"Thank yeh kindly." Morgan answered.
"Don't apologize to me! You just need to repay me. Now, I hear about some ancient weapon the navy's looking for, and I need as many ships at my side to take them out. What say we go hunt down yer little traitorous mate and get you yer ship, then you join me?"
"I can't see any other way to get me ship back. Aye, I agree!" Morgan said.
"Ah ha! Excellent! Now, let's make way for Tortuga, and get some leads to your runaway ship."

Captain Falco and his new friend travelled back to The Naughty Dog, and set sail towards Tortuga, hopefully to find Morgan's ship waiting for him.

(OOC: might help get it moving again)

(ooc: thank yeh kindly dan )

The sail back to Tortuga was quick, Captain Falco had himself a fine ship.
The minute they arrive in port, Morgan was jumping off the side of the ship onto the docks.
There was no one more pissed on that dock than Ex-Captain Morgan.
"We're head'n to tha pub, mates."

Tortuga was as rank as ever, drunks and whores at every corner.
Every so often the sound of gunfire cracked across the street, and no one even batting an eyelash about it.
The stench of overwhelming poverty, powerful booze, unreserved sex, and gunpowder!
Home, sweet home.

Falco followed Morgan, as Morgan began talking as he tromped.
"Tha there 'Ancient Weapon', i been hunt'n aft'ar it fer ages." He said, poking his head into a pub, then pulling his head back out abruptly.
"Not this one..."
Morgan went another building down, Falco following, reserving his thoughts.
The Ex-Captain continued, "Me bleed'n first mate, Dodger, was aft'ar the treasure as well. I found ah map." He said, poking his head in the next saloon.
This time he drew his head back slowly.
They were at the most popular ale serving inn in Tortuga, probably the only inn in Tortuga where you'd survive the night.

"If i can find me first mate, i can find me my ship, and us tha maps,"
Morgan gave Falco a look over.

"Gimme one sec, I'll be right back."
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Thirty seconds later, there was a sharp cracking of wood.
A poorly shaved man in tattered clothes was thrown through the second floor balcony railing.
The drunk landed face-down in the dirt road, groaning in pain, right in front of Captain Falco's feet.
A moment later, Morgan jumped off the balcony and landed on his feet, squatting to cushion the fall.
He had a grin on his face and a dirty bottle half full of viscus liquid.

"Found us a lead," Morgan said, kicking the prone man in the gut, taking a drink from the bottle.
"Here he is, one ah Dodger's bloke! He stayed at port just as i was leav'n wit Dodger, just be'for i got me'self double crossed,"
Morgan grabbed the man by his ankle, and dragged him into the pub.
"Well!" Morgan said, looking behind at Falco. "Lets have a drink while we're here, eh?"
(OOC: Just as a note for any pirate heading to Tortuga, please realize Morgan just make one hell of a ruckass, and could probably be spotted if they were looking for him. *Wink* *Wink*)