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Ok, here's the IC Thread.
OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=495179)
Game Map (http://www.kipar.org/piratical-resources/graphics/maps/caribmap.jpg)

You guys start now, I'll be back at 17:10'ish and I'll start then.

Somewhere, out in the middle of Caribbean Sea, is an island. The island is small, hot, and typically deserted. The ordinary captain would have sailed right on by this hunk of sand, yet some did not. The unordinary stopped, had a look around, and enjoyed there time spent there. And the unordinary could see what the ordinary could not, an island of mystery, adventure, and maybe even treasure.

Captain Jack Sparrow was far from the ordinary. Indeed, most sailors and commonfolk alike donned Jack as insane, or worse. But he was anything but insane. Typically obsessed in his own thoughts, and almost always drunk, Jack Sparrow was a man who used cunning, wit, speed, daring, and most of all: rum, to make his way in the world of the pirates. After all, everyone needs a drink here and there to keep their spirits up. For Jack it was a bit more than here or there.

Now, sitting on a dune in the middle of this island, Jack Sparrow recollected the previous day's events. There was the storm, the wreck, the mutiny, the maroon, and the rum. Even though he had drunk a portion that would normally leave any human dreadfully intoxicated, Jack Sparrow was right now at his finest. He was himself. With a bottle of rum in one hand, and a hankercheif in the other, Jack laughed and thought of the secret he possessed. The secret that would make any pirate gasp in disbelief and rush for it's value. This secret was special, yet not untrue. It was nothing supernatural, yet it would seem as such to most. But to Jack Sparrow, it was just another day, another secret, in the life of a pirate.

The sun started getting to Jack's brain, and he finally began to talk with himself. Starting in a higher octave and steadily decreasing down the scale, the man in this state made no sense to anyone but himself. Of course, there was no one else on the island anyways,so it made little difference whether or not anyone could understand. His head shook somewhat slowly yet violently as he spoke.

"If I know him, he'll be back by noon day tomorrow."

He replied to himself, "No, he wouldn't do that. I wouldn't do that."

"But the code, Captain, think of the code."

"Of course..."

He smiled as his second side made the final comment. He realized that if no help came from his fellow pirates, another form of assistance would soon be on its way. And once that came, no one would be able to attain the power which Jack Sparrow would hold. Of course, the help had to come first. Jack leaned back and took another swig of his bottle. He turned and patted the pile of rum bottles behind him.

Soon, someone may find him out here... and if not, well then Jack would do some exploring on his own.

Captian William Hart had recently arrived in the Caribbean from England on his brand new 40 gun frigate HMS Victory. As the ship glided through the sparkling clear blue water a warm breeze filled Victory's sails, this place was truely paradise, the men were amased at the color of the water and it looked as if the bottom was visible from the decks,

"Captian! there...Port Royal"

Captian Hart looked through his spyglass at the fortress towering over the town in the distance,

"Right Mr.Smith, maintain our present course..have the crew prepare to come above decks, this has to be done just right..like we have practiced while at sea"

"Aye Aye Captian"

The first mate went to relay the message on to the crew members, Hart took a deep breath then slowly let it out,

"Wonderful...i never dreamed of such a sight..."

He scanned over the green hills and white sandy beaches as the ship continued towards the docks.


Once the HMS Victory had docked William had on his best uniform and emerged from his cabin,

"Attention!" Mr.Smith called out....

"Thank you Mr.Smith, let us proceed"

Captian William Hart strolled down the gangway inspecting his marines, one hand on his sabre being followed by the ships officers....

Lieutenant John Murray looked out toward the ocean from the garrison in Port Royal. He could see a ship coming. Turning around he walked down a pair of stairs then into the parade grounds. Looking around his men filled out and stood at attention. Just a month ago Lieutenant Murray had met these fifteen men. He thought they were the finest Royal Marines in this whole navy.

“Gentlemen the ship HMS Victory has come to Port Royal. This is the ship which we have been assigned to. I want you to get your stuff ready because we are moving out. You are dismissed.”

A nervous feeling was inside John. This would be the first time he would command his men aboard a ship. Once his men were ready they walked down to the docks. They got into their lines and waited for the ship to come. John gripped his saber had his side.

Captian Hart stopped in front of a Lieutenant and straightened up looking him in the eyes, he was impressed by the men before him...

"Lieutenant, report..." he said in a deep voice...

The other ships officers also halted looking foward gripping their sabres...

"Lieutenant John Murray of the Royal Marines. These are my fifteen men which have been assigned to your ship. You must be Captain Hart.”

John looked straight at the Captain. Nervous feeling inside of him was growing. He took a deep breath then went back into his position. The rest of his men held the barrel of their muskets while the butt was touching the ground. John wondered how this Captain would be like.

Captian Hart nodded,

"Very well Lieutenant Murray, fall in..."

Hart continued to inspect the men then stopped in front of one and looked him up and down, he reached out and adjusted the mans hat, he took a side step then let go of his sabre handle removing a white cloth from inside his coat,

"Presentation is a key factor, we happen to be members of the kings naval forces..at all times we are to be very well groomed and look our best, it reflects upon his majesty, pride gentleman, pride.."

He rubbed the cloth over the soldiers buckle on in the middle of his chest, then moved on down the line then took two steps backwards,

"You men are to be on the HMS Victory under my command, i am Captian William Hart, all men aboard my ship will be treated fairly with respect, in return i will hope to gain your trust and respect also..."

He paused,

"I am not a hard man to serve under, work hard, carry out your dutys to the best of your abilitys and we will have no problems...it looks as if you are a fine unit of marines, prove me right gentleman..."

"Lieutenant! you will join my officers and myself in the fort...the others may mingle with the crew..get to know one another, that ship will be your home men! get to know it..she is a fine vessel..."

"Lieutenant! Dismiss your men and prepare to come along.."

"Men you are dismissed. Once I get back I want you quarters to look perfect and all stuff unpacked in the right place. After you have done you can have some leisure time like the captain said."

Lt. Murray gave the order and his men moved out. He looked at Captain Hart while he inspected the other men. Hart seemed like he was going to be a fair, but good captain. The nervous feeling was starting to die down. Once the Captain was done he walked beside him.

"Captain do you know what we are doing in the Carribbean? I have been in the dark since three days ago when they told me what ship I was to be placed on."

As they strolled towards the fort Capt. Hart looked at Lt. Murray and replyed,

"Well Lt, i have been informed that his majestys shipping lanes are being disturbed by piracy, the Spanish and the bloody French...i have not been given any direct orders on our course of action at this present time, but one can easily figure out what the outcome will be given that little bit of information we have been given"

He paused..

"I would assume that we will be taking action against any who challange us, a defencive postion is not nessasary..Port Royal is not in any direct harm...therefore there is only one possibility, patrols ARE nessasary to the saftey of our shipping.."

"Ah pirates. I have only read about them back in England. On the way from England to Port Royal I heard abou the pirates. I hope my men and I get to fight some of them."

Lt. Murray looked around Port Royal. He would never forget this place. It was different from England.

"But being in Port Royal hasn't been bad either. Especially some of the ladis here. I have met some of them with the General in the fort. Too bad that I was too nervous even to talk to them. It is a beautiful place. I hope that I can come back here some day, but I'm glad that I will see some of the fightin on sea."

Capt. Hart nodded,

"If this is what i think it is, we will all get our chance Lt...pirates are nothing but rabble..peasents and people of a low class, greedy bunch they are..."

Capt. Hart listened to Lt. Murray talk to him with ease, this ment that he was starting to feel comfortable under his new officer,

"It does not look as if it is a bad enviroment here, not too crowded, poverty seems to not be a problem..people are happy all around, it brightens my mood aswell"

after a breif pause he continued,

"This is the definition of paradise, the ladys are not too shabby from what ive seen so far..and..don't worry Lt, you will return to Port Royal once we have completed our tasks...if we all do our dutys correctly, we will all make it back to enjoy the locals company"

He cracked a small grin...

Hart enjoyed speaking to another young officer, the others aboard his ship were older than himself....

Captain Raoul Saintiago push open the door of his cabin and slid in, letting in slam shut behind him, flinging his rain slicked seacoat to the floor and collapsing onto one of the chairs placed strategically near the door. one of the two other ocuppants picked it up and folded it carefully. Paladin Alejandro Alverez his six foot frame stooped almost double in the cramped cabin turned to face him, the inquisitors face lined with concern. "i told you that in your condition you were in know condition to captain this vessel." away from the crew his accent changed from his schooled latin to his harsher spainish in his rural tongue, almost enough to confuse those who had yet to meet him into assuming he was a country bumbkin.

Raoul tried to block him out, but knew he would have to answer, he was an inquisitor, like it or not he would have to answer. "better to die by gods hand from dysentry than the careless hand of a helmsman". "at any rate we have acheived our goal, navigating the florida keys, the helmsman has us traveling the coast slow and safe to veracruz" at this alejandro broke into a grin, not kind but savage. "praise the lord, he will surely keep a captain of your class alive Raoul, i've have faith". "praise the lord indeed" replied that captain, his eyes drifting shut as he uttered.

"I have always had a trouble speaking to women. I grow nervous and cannot talk to them. If I do I make myself look like a fool. Maybe someday I will find that lady."

Lt. Murray looked around at all the sights. This was paradise to him, but he craved for more adventure. Maybe go to one of the forts in the New England Colonies. John looked at Captain Hart.

"Do you have any children or wife back in England?"

Capt. William Hart shook his head and replyed,

"Im sure you will Lt, we will all gather up some more nerve in the days that lie ahead.."

"No wife or childern yet, but i have my father, a Colonel in the British Army, my mother, two sisters and a younger brother in London"

As they entered the fort the two sentrys came to attention, Hart nodded as they continued though the gates into the parade square,

"Whats your first name Lt? you are one of my officers so you address me as Captian in front of the men and William when we are among the others...understood?"

"Well back in England I have my father who is a lord and my mother."

John thought about them as he entered the parade square. His father wanted him to join the military so he could enter politics, but John hadn't told him he wanted to be in the military for the rest of his life.

"Oh Sir, I'm John Murray. I understand about calling you William when talking to you in private."

Capt. Hart replyed,

"Very good John, the officers behind us are Anthony Mcdonald, he's from Scotland, Paul Tarlington from Liverpool and our quartermaster Micheal Bower from Wales"

The others acknowlaged and greeted Lt. Murray,

"How is this Commodore here?"

Reallydrunk']Capt. Hart replyed,

"Very good John, the officers behind us are Anthony Mcdonald, he's from Scotland, Paul Tarlington from Liverpool and our quartermaster Micheal Bower from Wales"

The others acknowlaged and greeted Lt. Murray,

"How is this Commodore here?"

A Servant Girl appeared, leading the officers into an office, Commodore Alexander Newington was waiting for them there.
-"Ah, Captain Hart, we werent expecting you till' August!"- He got up and walked towards him -"So, tell me how was the trip?"-

Raoul woke, to find the startled face of his second in command Espiridion hernandez looking down at him,
"captain you are awake, praise the lord, i was starting to worry". Espiridion was the son of some noble or other sent for a quick cruise to put the fear of god and sea into him and then be pulled from the ship, he would make a weak captain but an ok first officer. Raoul could almost stand him if he didn't suspect the boy as the main reason for the cadaverous Alejandro's presence on board ship. "yes.... good it is a good thing, could you fetch the inquisitor please" the youths face paled, "one does not simply FETCH and inquisitor sir". "no, indeed one does not, in that case beg him this one time to make an allowance to my condition".

The boy left opening and closing the door allowing Raoul to smell how foul his dysentry made the cabin, but also carried by the wind the faint smell of land, Raoul could almost smell the real food, a smell suddenly wafted towards him by the first officers return with the giant Paladin. as the made themselves comortable and espiridon went to prepare some refreshments Raoul lent voice to his thoughts "well we are hear, for what purpose i know not, but i suspect you do, or at least that you have some idea of what YOU want to do" Alejandro smiled again the same savage smile, espiridon returning with the tray betrayed his presence with a nervous rattle.

"we are all here in the service of the lord captain, but if you desire more earthly task's I have news on that front too, the treasure galleon fleet of manila is returning once more, you captain, are to be its herald. our enemies and even our allies will know of this, its too big to hide, and try to take it, you have all the resources in the spanish main at your disposal to prevent this from happening. you have complete diplomatic and theological freedom to act."

OOC: sorry bit of an essay there

Somewhere, out in the middle of Caribbean Sea, is an island. The island is small, hot, and typically deserted. The ordinary captain would have sailed right on by this hunk of sand, yet some did not. The unordinary stopped, had a look around, and enjoyed there time spent there. And the unordinary could see what the ordinary could not, an island of mystery, adventure, and maybe even treasure.

Captain Jack Sparrow was far from the ordinary. Indeed, most sailors and commonfolk alike donned Jack as insane, or worse. But he was anything but insane. Typically obsessed in his own thoughts, and almost always drunk, Jack Sparrow was a man who used cunning, wit, speed, daring, and most of all: rum, to make his way in the world of the pirates. After all, everyone needs a drink here and there to keep their spirits up. For Jack it was a bit more than here or there.

Now, sitting on a dune in the middle of this island, Jack Sparrow recollected the previous day's events. There was the storm, the wreck, the mutiny, the maroon, and the rum. Even though he had drunk a portion that would normally leave any human dreadfully intoxicated, Jack Sparrow was right now at his finest. He was himself. With a bottle of rum in one hand, and a hankercheif in the other, Jack laughed and thought of the secret he possessed. The secret that would make any pirate gasp in disbelief and rush for it's value. This secret was special, yet not untrue. It was nothing supernatural, yet it would seem as such to most. But to Jack Sparrow, it was just another day, another secret, in the life of a pirate.

The sun started getting to Jack's brain, and he finally began to talk with himself. Starting in a higher octave and steadily decreasing down the scale, the man in this state made no sense to anyone but himself. Of course, there was no one else on the island anyways,so it made little difference whether or not anyone could understand. His head shook somewhat slowly yet violently as he spoke.

"If I know him, he'll be back by noon day tomorrow."

He replied to himself, "No, he wouldn't do that. I wouldn't do that."

"But the code, Captain, think of the code."

"Of course..."

He smiled as his second side made the final comment. He realized that if no help came from his fellow pirates, another form of assistance would soon be on its way. And once that came, no one would be able to attain the power which Jack Sparrow would hold. Of course, the help had to come first. Jack leaned back and took another swig of his bottle. He turned and patted the pile of rum bottles behind him.

Soon, someone may find him out here... and if not, well then Jack would do some exploring on his own.

The man in the crow's nest hollered out "Sir, there's a man on that island.

"What?" Asked Captain Roberts irritably. "That's riddiculous. Why would anyone be on that island of all places?"

"I don't know sir, but he's sitting on the beach drinking."

"That'll be a pirate then. Take us in closer. It's been a slow month, and we could use the bounty. I'll take the boat, with the Smiths and Johnson."
***
The jolly boat arrived on the shore, the two hulking Smith brothers staying in it, while Roberts and the small, dangerous looking Johnson walked up on shore.

A Servant Girl appeared, leading the officers into an office, Commodore Alexander Newington was waiting for them there.
-"Ah, Captain Hart, we werent expecting you till' August!"- He got up and walked towards him -"So, tell me how was the trip?"-

Captian William Hart strolled in the room and bowed slightly,

"Sir! we got underweigh earlier than i even expected, the trip was well..there was nasty storm the other night but we made it through with minimal damage..the crew the king has provided me with are very professional and skilled"

He stood at attention and waited for the Commodore to reply....

Reallydrunk']Captian William Hart strolled in the room and bowed slightly,

"Sir! we got underweigh earlier than i even expected, the trip was well..there was nasty storm the other night but we made it through with minimal damage..the crew the king has provided me with are very professional and skilled"

He stood at attention and waited for the Commodore to reply....

-"Thats great news!"- Commodore Alex smiled but suddenly slapped his own forehead -"Oh, how rude of me, please allow me to offer you somewhere to sit"- he signaled an ornamented wooden desk, with comfy-looking chairs around it.

Capt. Hart smiled then removed his hat placing it under his arm moving towards the chairs, he gently pushed on the comfy material with his fingers and adjusted his sabre so he could sit down,

"Thank you sir, most kind of you"

Hart waited for the Commodore to take his seat then was seated himself....

OOC: Are Harts officers inside or they wait outside?

Reallydrunk']Capt. Hart smiled then removed his hat placing it under his arm moving towards the chairs, he gently pushed on the comfy material with his fingers and adjusted his sabre so he could sit down,

"Thank you sir, most kind of you"

Hart waited for the Commodore to take his seat then was seated himself....

OOC: Are Harts officers inside or they wait outside?

OOC: Inside

A servant girl promptly entered the room, she put a tea set on the table and served everyone, she turned and smiled at Lt. Murray before leaving.

The Commodore laughed -"Well my friend, it looks like Sabrina likes you!"- he sipped his tea before continuing to speak, seriously this time -"As you might know, Capt. Hart, several complaints have been raised to the governor on the matter of piracy, the Governor is specially worried about the East India Trading Company's complaints, since our King seems to be so fond of them"- he coughed a bit before going on -"Of course, you can certainly imagine the reason of your calling down here, Mr. Hart, we need you to hunt pirates down and hang them for treason"- he waited for Hart's response.

OOC: @ Murray, Sabrina, the servant girl is... well endowed to say at least =p

OOC: I will post in 10 minutes..**Reserved** :)

Tortuga

The Errant Venture sat moored in the harbour, virtually abandoned by it's crew for the night. All hands, except a small handful unlucky enough to have drawn short straws, were ashore for a final night of revellry before they put to sea.

The streets of the nominally French colony were filled with drunken buccaneers, convicted murderers, prostitutes and all sorts of societal detritus normally found in such lawless places. Deep in the heart of the town, the epicenter of all revellry and lawlessness sat a large stone-walled tavern, filled from wall to wall with drunken pirates and sailors, swigging rum and all sorts of harsh boozes. In the center of all this sat Captain Grainger, surrounded by his crew.

"Drink up lads! Drink up the lot of you! Every man drink his fill then drink some more!" he shouted between gulps of rum, smiling a black smile. "Drink as if it's your last night on Earth, 'cause fer some of ye it will be! Hahahahahahaha!"

The men around him laughed, more out of nervousness and inebriation than for the humour of the comment. Suddenly the Captain got the idea in his head that he wanted some music. "A song! A song! There'll be a song I say! Every man here will sing. Any man who doesn't sing will feel the cold steel of my cutlass in his breast!"

Raising his bottle, he cleared his throat and began the song for the company. "Fifteen men on a Dead Man's Chest! Yo ho ho and a bottle o' rum! Drink and the Devil had done for the rest! Yo ho ho and a bottle o' rum!"

The rest of the men picked up the song with the captain, singing at the top of their lungs lest they displease the captain whom they all respected and feared. The walls shook with the voices of a hundred men and the song floated it's way through the streets. "And sudden plunge in a sullen swell. Ten fathoms deep on the road t' hell! Yo ho ho and a bottle o' rum!"

At the last note of the song a great cheer rose from the men and the partying continued on into the night. The crew drank, sang, fought and drank some more until each man could stand no more and passed out. At break of day the tavern was still filled wall to wall with men, each one passed out in a drunken stupor.

OOC: Inside

A servant girl promptly entered the room, she put a tea set on the table and served everyone, she turned and smiled at Lt. Murray before leaving.

The Commodore laughed -"Well my friend, it looks like Sabrina likes you!"- he sipped his tea before continuing to speak, seriously this time -"As you might know, Capt. Hart, several complaints have been raised to the governor on the matter of piracy, the Governor is specially worried about the East India Trading Company's complaints, since our King seems to be so fond of them"- he coughed a bit before going on -"Of course, you can certainly imagine the reason of your calling down here, Mr. Hart, we need you to hunt pirates down and hang them for treason"- he waited for Hart's response.

OOC: @ Murray, Sabrina, the servant girl is... well endowed to say at least =p

Captian Hart grinned noticing the servent girls smile towards John,

"Yes sir,i know of his majestys fondness for the East India company, i will do everything in my power to cease these acts against England..and sir..i cannot promise there will be too many left to hang but i will ensure there are some survivors to make an example"

Capt. Hart picked up a cup of tea and gently took a sip,

"You have my word sir"

Captain Reginald in Tortuga after returning from a recent successful, though costly, raid upon a rather small settlement was walking through the streets going to the local tavern in the search for new sailors due to the fact that he had lost half of his crew of 162 sailors during the battle. Walking in he went to the bar keep and asked for a bottle of rum.

OOC: This is getting good :), the Gentleman of the British navy Vs. The evil greedy, drunken pirates

:)

Someone had come... yes, a ship was out there in the middle of the sea, and it drew closer and closer to the island where Jack sat drinking away his life. As it drew near, Jack stood to his feet and smiled. "Well if I do say so myself, that's some jolly good rum." He reached back for another bottle, tossing the empty one which was in his hand to the waters, and letting it carry out on the waves.

He took a gulp of the liquor and walked slowly towards the end of the shore where the ship was sending some men. In a small dingy they rowed towards him. Three... no... four men inside. Jack giggled a little and turned back to the island. He fled to the wooded center and waited on the edge of the woods while the men disembarked. A huge man, massive, walked up onto the sand, and now Jack was a little bit worried. The message had worked, yes. But it was yet unknown whether or not these were pirates or Englishmen. Jack could tell they were intent on finding him, so he figured there was no good in running off. He would just get caught anyway.

Instead, he would take a move daring approach. At that moment, while he stood contemplating things, the big man trod upon Jack's pile of full rum bottles. Behind him stood a man that looked like an officer. In a flash, Jack was on top of the dune. In a matter of seconds he had traversed the space between the wood and here, and now he stood there, ready to protect his booty.

"May I ask why you are standing on my rum?" Jack asked in a monotone voice the way only Captain Jack Sparrow could. His sword was drawn and outstretched towards the enemy. Not aggresively, but defensively. Defense of the rum. In his left hand he leisurely held the opened bottle of rum that he had been drinking from.

John sat down and noticed that the servant girl was looking at him. He started to turn red, but he tried to calm down.

"It seems Sabrina does have a liking toward me."

Picking up his cup he tasted the tea. At his time at the garrison he had never formally met Commodore Alexander Newington. On he had seen him. Putting down his cup he listened to Commodore Newington.

"My Marines will kill those bloody pirates. They will be given no quarter. Though like Captain Hart said I will keep some of them alive."

The Commodore smiled -"Im sure you'll keep your word Captain, but please, stay here a while, you can depart tomorrow after your ship is resupplied, maybe enjoy the island a bit"- the Captain looked at Murray, and added in a very low voice that only the Lt. heard -"And maybe Sabrina..."-

Someone had come... yes, a ship was out there in the middle of the sea, and it drew closer and closer to the island where Jack sat drinking away his life. As it drew near, Jack stood to his feet and smiled. "Well if I do say so myself, that's some jolly good rum." He reached back for another bottle, tossing the empty one which was in his hand to the waters, and letting it carry out on the waves.

He took a gulp of the liquor and walked slowly towards the end of the shore where the ship was sending some men. In a small dingy they rowed towards him. Three... no... four men inside. Jack giggled a little and turned back to the island. He fled to the wooded center and waited on the edge of the woods while the men disembarked. A huge man, massive, walked up onto the sand, and now Jack was a little bit worried. The message had worked, yes. But it was yet unknown whether or not these were pirates or Englishmen. Jack could tell they were intent on finding him, so he figured there was no good in running off. He would just get caught anyway.

Instead, he would take a move daring approach. At that moment, while he stood contemplating things, the big man trod upon Jack's pile of full rum bottles. Behind him stood a man that looked like an officer. In a flash, Jack was on top of the dune. In a matter of seconds he had traversed the space between the wood and here, and now he stood there, ready to protect his booty.

"May I ask why you are standing on my rum?" Jack asked in a monotone voice the way only Captain Jack Sparrow could. His sword was drawn and outstretched towards the enemy. Not aggresively, but defensively. Defense of the rum. In his left hand he leisurely held the opened bottle of rum that he had been drinking from.

"Excuse me, sir." Said the captain, stepping to the side off of the pile. "You appear to be in need of some assisstance. We were in the area, and we thought we might give you a ride."

Johnson, meanwhile, had placed his hand on the butt of his pistol, his eyes fixed upon the sword.

"Say," said Rogers suddenly, tilting his head to one side slightly and studying Jack. "You seem familiar. Have we met?"

His hand lazily wandered down to his sword. If this was actually the (in)famous Captain Jack Sparrow, he wasn't likely to come easily. According the the version of the stories that had him as a cunning, devious, fiend, actually. According to the stories that had him as a rum soaked idiot, this would be the easiest fortune ever made.

Jack's head bobbed a little as he stared the Captain down. As the man stepped off the pile of rum, Jack smiled a bit and dropped his sword back into his sheath. He took a long gulp from his bottle and then dropped it into the sand beside his pile. If these men were in fact ready to give Jack a ride, maybe this was indeed the answer he had been looking for. But Jack Sparrow wouldn't take any chances. He would play along, but only to a point.

"Well, Captain. I suppose I owe you my thanks." Jack reached his right hand out to shake the Captain's hand, and tipped his hat with his left hand. However, it was probably a little odd for the Captain because Jack never actually shook hands, he just bowed a bit and with his right hand he gripped his hankercheif. Bringing his hand back, he stepped forward.

"Pleased to make your aquaintance. Years from now you will remember this day as the day you met Captain Jack Sparrow! I don't think I caught your name..."

Jack turned to the soldier with the gun. "Do you have to keep that thing pointed at me? Do you really want to cross blades with a pirate like me?"

Jack wasn't quite sure what to make of this duo, but they certainly didn't seem very dangerous. The lad with the rifle wasn't even holding it right, and the Captain's sword looked like it hadn't been removed from its place for weeks. Yes, this would be perfect for what Jack wanted, or needed. Dead or Alive, this Captain would be of great assistance. He looked British and had a gentle face. Perfect.

"What do you really want Captain?"

Captain Dawes of the Corpe's Legacy lay in wait to the east of Port Royal to feed on some more lonely ships.

"Ahhh Captain,sir. I believe a transport ship is about to come this way to our course."

"Ok, Blimes, thank you. Pirates!!! Get your weapons ready and the cannons cleaned we're going to have more plunder."


ooc:Ill capture the transport, nothing important also, what month is it?

"Maybe Commodore ." John said in a whisper that the commodore could hear.

John gripped his sabre hilt. Once this meeting was done he would go back to the ship and let his men have some shore leave. Of course he would have to see this town one last time before he left. He looked at Captain Hart,

"This town is a beautiful place. You should be glad that you can see some of it. Once this is done Captain Hart I will tell my men to meet back in the ship tommorrow. Of course I will do some traveling too in this city."

The Commodore smiled -"Im sure you'll keep your word Captain, but please, stay here a while, you can depart tomorrow after your ship is resupplied, maybe enjoy the island a bit"- the Captain looked at Murray, and added in a very low voice that only the Lt. heard -"And maybe Sabrina..."-

Capt. Hart smiled,

"Thank you sir, the crew of the HMS Victory and myself will be greatful"

Hart took another sip of his tea, and looked at Lt. Murray,

"Thats the spirit John, once your men are settled and met some of the other crew members they will be given shore leave...understood?"

Captain Dawes of the Imperial Pirate Fleet


ooc:Ill capture the transport, nothing important also, what month is it?

OOC:

1st: Pirate Imperial Fleet, WTF?
2nd: Mid-July.

The Commodore got up from his chair -"Its settled then, you'll leave tomorrow at first's lights, now, if you excuse me, I have some issues to attend"- the commodore bowed and left the room.

"Aye Aye Sir. It was nice to meet you Commorde."

Lt.Murray finished his tea then put on his tricorne. Walking into the parade grounds he looked around. He saw the steps which he took down to the HMS Victory. Going up the steps he could start to see the sea. Looking out from the ramparts he could see a black dot. It must be a ship. Sighing he walked back to the HMS Victory. He walked into his men's quarters. They looked very good and seem to be in proper order. His men were either reading or playing cards. Once his men saw him they go up and were in attention.

"Men I have orders from Captain that you all have shore leave. Make sure that you back on this ship by tomorrow. Also I don't want any of you to get drunk. You are dismissed."

His men looked happy that they would have sometime off before they left. Going back into his room he changed out of his military uniform and into some more comfortable. Walking away from the deck he looked around. For now he was just going to take a stroll around the city since it was still earlier in the morning. Being absent minded he wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking. Walking along he accidental bumped into someone. Realizing what he had done he put his hand to help the person. Looking down he saw a woman, and a she looked to a proper maybe daughter of a lord. Sweat started to roll down his cheek. He looked at her and saw her glisten blue eyes.
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“Sorry Milady.”

He helped her up and started to walk away. The nervous feeling still resided inside his stomach.

OOC:

1st: Pirate Imperial Fleet, WTF?
2nd: Mid-July.

ooc:It's just a name for it. Any other ideas?
ooc:Mid-July ok thank you

ooc:It's just a name for it. Any other ideas?
ooc:Mid-July ok thank you

OOC: Yes, but no Pirate Imperial Fleet dude, I mean, WTF?, Imperial?, Fleet?

Just keep to your ship's name.

ooc:edited

ooc:edited

OOC: Okies, sorry for getting so angry. Now please lets keep the OOC stuff for the OOC thread.

The Commodore sighed -"Why dont they just send in a canoe next time?"- he thought to himself -"I hope these last longer than the last ones..."-, he hadnt mentioned to Capt. Hart that last month, a Corvette and a Sloop had been attacked, pillaged and sunk by Pirates.
Then Sabrina walked by, the Commodore called her.
-"Yes Milord?"- she asked timidly
-"It seems to me that you liked our friend, Lt. Murray"-
Sabrina blushed and answered in a low voice -"Well, he is... cute"-
The Commodore smiled, he had a plan.

When the Commodore had got up to leave Hart quickly got to his feet,

"Yes sir!, it's been a pleasure meeting you"

William Hart left the room once all the others had filed out placing his cap back on he left the fortress followed by his officers,

"Mr. Mcdonald, please inform the crew i have given them shore leave but they cannot leave till all new suppys have been stowed away...ah! and Mcdonald, please tell them we leave at first light..they know the rules.."

Mcdonald nodded,

"Yes William, come on then lads" the Scotsman said to the other officers....

Hart strolled through the town looking at all the sights he could, noticing everything. After passing by afew markets set up on the side of the road he had a fresh peach in his right hand,

Simply wonderful... he thought..

He walked on till eventully he was standing on the beach looking out at the clear blue water. Hart sat there talking to god,

Lord in heaven, hear my request...i have never asked anything of you untill this day, please ensure the saftey of my men while at sea..help me make the right decisions, guide me, protect me secondly over everyone else...i do not pray often so this may seem slightly shabby...but please..hear me..bless my family aswell..thank you..

Captian William Hart sat on the beach untill sun set staring off....

"To be brutally honest, it's been a slow week, and I felt I could turn a fair profit by capturing a pirate. I wasn't expecting to make the acquantince of one as famed as yourself. Did you know there's a fair number of prices on your head? Of course, being an honest sailor as I am, I will ignore them and deliver you to the proper authorities."

As he spoke he drew his sword, and Johnson drew his pistols.

"Now, all appearances aside, Johnson here is an excellent shot. If your hand touches either the hilt of your sword, or any of the weapons I've no doubt you have concealed about your person, well, let's just say a dead pirate is worth quite a bit as well. You've had a good run, Captain. Shame to see it end here on this godforsaken bit of land."

When night fell William returned to the ship, along the way he noticed there were many stars in the sky, more than in england. He sat in his cabin, lantern light flickering off the walls as he wrote in his journal, he was taking time to get his mind in the right state for the mission that lie ahead,

The commodore seemed like a good man, but there was somthing he was hiding..., William could not pin point it...

Being the first son of a British Colonel William was taught well, he was smart and a good judge of charactor. All his life he had attended the best schools, graduated from the royal navy acadamy with flying colors but school was nothing like the seas where enemys bigger and combat hardened lurked waiting for ships of the kings navy to pass by.

William was a very skilled swordsman taught by his father who was a veteran of the French/Indian wars, the French did not scare him, nor did the Spanish...he had never encountered a pirate yet but was sure he would in the upcomming weeks. He sat there in by himself forcing fear from his mind, William Hart knew once the fighting started all his training would come in to play taking him over, he was prepared to lead these men into battle.

"Aye Aye Sir. It was nice to meet you Commorde."

Lt.Murray finished his tea then put on his tricorne. Walking into the parade grounds he looked around. He saw the steps which he took down to the HMS Victory. Going up the steps he could start to see the sea. Looking out from the ramparts he could see a black dot. It must be a ship. Sighing he walked back to the HMS Victory. He walked into his men's quarters. They looked very good and seem to be in proper order. His men were either reading or playing cards. Once his men saw him they go up and were in attention.

"Men I have orders from Captain that you all have shore leave. Make sure that you back on this ship by tomorrow. Also I don't want any of you to get drunk. You are dismissed."

His men looked happy that they would have sometime off before they left. Going back into his room he changed out of his military uniform and into some more comfortable. Walking away from the deck he looked around. For now he was just going to take a stroll around the city since it was still earlier in the morning. Being absent minded he wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking. Walking along he accidental bumped into someone. Realizing what he had done he put his hand to help the person. Looking down he saw a woman, and a she looked to a proper maybe daughter of a lord. Sweat started to roll down his cheek. He looked at her and saw her glisten blue eyes.
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“Sorry Milady.”

He helped her up and started to walk away. The nervous feeling still resided inside his stomach.

The girl stopped all of a sudden and looked back at the man she had bumped into, he was young and attractive..she wanted to talk to him for some reason, somthing inside of her acted. She quickly took her brouch off and tossed it on the ground,

"My brouch!, oh no...ive lost it..."

The young womans name was Anne Cornwallis, she was the daughter of an English lord. She has cunning as she was beautiful, Anne despite being brought up as a proper lady was outgoing and most interesting, she enjoyed talking to people, a social butterfly, always floating about speaking to everyone who interested her.

"Blimes was that ship of any value?"

Blimes responded with joy.

"But, yes, tons of gold, a small supply of weapons including some ship parts."

Dawes was happy except one thing kept taunting him as he took that ship and killed the crew. He knew he had to say it.

"Do you know what transport it was?" asked Dawes trying to get it over with.

"yes, it was of the Royal Navy (if that's how you say it)."

"Blimes, get us out of here. The British will be after us anytime."

"Yet, sir. We can't go far. The goods (stolen items) are slowing the ship."

The pirate ship(s) quickly lifted their anchors and fled to another spot before anyone would notice what happened.

ooc:how many ships do we have? is it one or more? also, is it Royal Navy ?

Jack smiled a bit and his hankercheif dropped into his coat. "Well mate, I didn't quite expect your mood to go sour so quickly. I politely entertain you on my island, and what do you do? You try to arrest me..." He kept smiling and stared the Captain down. "Do you really want the money? Or is it the glory you seek? Maybe a girl you seek back home? A young women who you love dearly, but in turn she does not love you? Maybe you seek her esteem from my capture? Whatever your reason, it's not good enough to be so rude."

Tilting his hat with one hand a bit, Jack laughed a little. "To think, you trying to capture me here. Here... of all places. Gentlemen, I assure you that it will be much more worth you while to let me take pasage in your vessel, peacefully. I can show and tell you things about the sea you would never imagine. Anything you need, I can provide. Treasure you seek maybe? A woman? What is your heart's desire? Chances are good that I can get it for you..."

Jack stepped forward a bit and drew a match and pipe from his pocket. Taking a moment to light the pipe, he blew a puff of smoke towards the two and smiled, "Or do you really want to cross blades with a pirate?" He faced the boy with the pistols, "Uh uh..." he said waving his finger in his direction, that's unfair..." He kept smoking his pipe, waiting for a response.

"You'll have to forgive Johnson his not answering. A pirate by the name of Barbossa cut his tongue out before I took him in. That said, I believe, yes, he's rather eager to kill a pirate.

"As to your question directed at me. If you're really curious, it's mostly the ship. You see, running an honest ship, as these things go, requires a surprising amount of money. Paying the crew, keeping the ship in good shape, so on. And, unlike yourself, I can't merely drop in on a port and loot it. So, since we've not sighted a French or Spanish ship in weeks, it's either do an honest bit of pirate capturing or lose my ship. And I'm not giving up my ship.

"Now, if you've got a better proposition for me, which would be difficult, considering the price on your head, I'm willing to hear you out."

John turned around to hear the lady that he bumped into. He hear what she was saying. Something shined off from the ground. Walking over he bent down and pick it up. Lt.Murray looked at it for a second. It was a brouch. He looked at the women. Walking over he put out his hand toward her. A nervous feeling was inside of him.

"Here Milady is your brouch. Sorry for bumping into you eariler. Oh my name is Lieuntanant John Murray of the Royal Marines. The son of Lord Dunmore. Might I ask what your name is Milady?"

Tortuga

Grainger came to first, as usual. His head felt like it had been shorn open, but it usually felt that way when he made port at Tortuga. He sat up and looked around at the men still passed out or stuporous around him and frowned. None of them could hold their liquor. Light-weights they were... He looked up at the stranger standing at the bar, drinking rum at 9 o'clock in the morning. A good man, but no matter. It was time to lift anchor and get his hands on some Spanish gold...

He stood up, turned around once then kicked the man nearest him. "Get up ye scurvy bilge rats! Get up I say!" Another kick and the man began to stir, along with several others. "Get to your feet or I'll blow the lot of y'down!"

More and more men began to stir to the sounds of the captain's angry shouting. Shakily at first they all got to their feet, remembered where they were and where they had to go. Then they remembered what they were going to do, the ships filled to bursting with gold and treasure! Avarice took over and hang-overs disappeared. "That's more like it! Now get yer selves back to the ship ye bloody carousers and do it handsomely! We make sail in an hour!"

The men filed out of the tavern and back to the ship, eager to be underway. As the last man stepped outside, Grainger turned to the man at the bar. "You! Ye look like ye could take in a fair draught! How'd ye fancy comin' with us to hunt the Galleons off the Spanish main? More gold than a man could spend in a lifetime I say!"

John turned around to hear the lady that he bumped into. He hear what she was saying. Something shined off from the ground. Walking over he bent down and pick it up. Lt.Murray looked at it for a second. It was a brouch. He looked at the women. Walking over he put out his hand toward her. A nervous feeling was inside of him.

"Here Milady is your brouch. Sorry for bumping into you eariler. Oh my name is Lieuntanant John Murray of the Royal Marines. The son of Lord Dunmore. Might I ask what your name is Milady?"

She smiled at him showing her perfect white teeth, blue eyes sparkling, her dark brown hair blew in the warm breeze,

"You should watch where you are going Mr. Murray, what if i had fallen and injured myself?"

She grinned once more,

"But that was not the case now was it? my name is Anne, Anne Cornwallis..daughter of Lord Cornwallis...thank you for retreving my brouch sir, Royal marines you say? are you posted on a ship here at port royal?"

"If you had injured yourself I would have carried you until I reached a doctor. Also I would have paid for anything at the doctor and waited until someone came to get you Miss Cornwallis."

John noticed her grin and started to have sweat come down from his forehead. It felt as though the peach he ate this morning would come up again. Looking at Anne he knew that she was beautiful. He wondered why she was talking to him.

"Yes Miss Cornwallis I'm in the Royal Marines. I'm posted on the HMS Victory. It just came here today. It's going to be my first time on a mission aboard a ship. What is a daughter of a lord doing in Port Royal? I would suspect you back in England not in a colony."

Jack continued with his comical look and smiling demeanor. "Tough luck boy, if I ever run across Barbossa," he leaned in and whispered, "who is no friend of mine, I assure you, I will indeed teach him a lesson for this inhumane act. Not all pirates are ruthless you know. Just greedy." Jack took a coin with his free hand from his pocket and began twirling it in his hand.

"A better proposition? Hmmm... let's see here..." Jack turned back to the Captain, he was getting sidetracked, "You know, I still haven't heard your name yet..." He grinned a little and reverted his eyes back to the coin he kept twirling. It seemed that he was lost in some delusional thought. Indeed, he was actually thinking of how he would escape once locked away in this Captain's brig. He finally decided that he would take it in stride. Now was the time for action, he couldn't reveal any more than his name for right now.

"Boys, today will be known as the day you almost captured Captain Jack Sparrow!" In a flash Jack's right hand flew into action. Although he had hated to do it, his lit pipe fell among the rum bottles, and the heat from the pipe immediately set off an explosion from the alcohol. The pile, which happened to be right beside the bodies of Jack's two assailants, exploded in their faces, and although it likely didn't do any damage, it sent up flame and smoke which gave Jack time to get into position. While the pipe flew through the air, Jack rolled to the right, anticipating a shot from the boy's pistol. He rolled far enough that if the boy adjusted the shot to the right, he would have to shoot his Captain to get through to Jack.

Up and his feet while the fire roared, Jack jumped in front of the Captain with his sword drawn, "Touché..."

Anne stood there continuing to smile after John Murray had replyed,

Good answear she said to herself...

"Well the answear to your question Mr. Murray is, my father has offical buisness here with the Commodore, he gets reports from the officals here and sends them back to England for the kings reveiw..."

"I have seen the new ship, it's beautiful...the last two ships that had come from England were destroyed by Pirates, they were slightly smaller...you are familar with the ship types of Corvettes and sloops arn't you Mr. Murray?"

After a brief pause she continued,

"The pirates attacked, pillaged and sunk both of them about a month ago...it's a scary place out there Mr. Murray, but i don't suppose you are scared are you Mr. John Murray, Royal marine officer in his majestys navy.."

Her grin had dissapeared..

"Are you ill Mr. Murray" she said noticing he was sweating badly...

Roger grinned. "Well played, Captain," he said, "But have you really thought this through? Unless you've a boat stashed away somewhere, there is no way off of this island, and there's a ship full of my men watching this confrontation, even if you somehow manage to kill both myself and Johnson." He gestured to the two large men, who were kneeling and holding muskets, "And not die of an unpleasant musketball wound. Now there's three options here, Captain. You can die on this island, you can come back in chains, or... you can convince me."

He drew his sword.

"Sorry I'm not that familiar with ships of the majesty's navy. I mostly just know stuff about land warfare, but I was assigned to the Royal Marines. From what I have seen of HMS Victory it looks like a good ship. Plus it has a good Captain."

John took off his tricorne. It was covered with sweat. Taking a deep breath he looked at Anne. Shaking it off he closed his eyes and thought for a moment. Why was Miss Anne so interesting in him? This girl made him very nervous because she was beautiful.

"Aye those pirates don't scare. I can't wait until I get to kill some of them. They will given no quarter.

Lt.Murray noticed her grin disappear. He wonder what he had done wrong. He looked like he was sad.

"No I'm not ill. It's just that I grow very nervous when I talk or when I'm around beautiful women, like yourself."

Anne sighed,

"I do not wish to scare you the least bit Mr. Murray, the sailors and soldiers aboard those two ships couldn't wait to face the enemy again..they were veteran officers and crew.."

She continued,

"Im sure that when you were given your tasks, details such as that were left out...i felt you should be informed, im sorry for being so blunt.."

She smiled again as he took off his tricorne,

"Mr. Murray you seem like your a good person, i have been growing up around men chattering about the military my whole life..please remember those scoundroul pirates will also show no quarter...as horrible as they are, i have heard they do infact show honor.."

Upon hearing his compliments she turned her face to the side grinning,

"Why thank you for your kind words Mr. Murray, the fearless soldier is also sweet..."

Jack smiled, waving his sword in the Captain's face playfully. He had already thought out exactly what would happen if all went well. He did not intend to kill either the boy or the Captain, and he did not intend to flee either. In fact, it was Jack's plan to be captured this time, or maybe to talk his way out of it during a duel. After all, Jack loved to talk during a sword fight. It brought the spirits up. Almost as much as the rum.

"What is your name Captain? I like to know who I am dealing with..."

Jack slashed his sword high and then brought it back low. The blows were more for fun than anything. He didn't even intend to wound the Captain, but only get his blood running a little freer within his veins. A little adrenaline never hurt anyone.

John was so confused. Was this some kind of trick made his men. They did pay some lady to confuse him. A lady was never like this to him ever in his whole life. Looking up toward the sky he sighed. Brushing off dust his tricorne he looked toward Miss Anne.

"I only knew that we were going after some pirates. Also Anne you a good person too, but I must know one thing..."

Lt.Murray put back on his tricorne. He started to turn red when she said he was sweet. His hand touched her face.

"is this just some kind of joke you are putting on me? Never in my life has a women, like you,ever cared about me. Back in England no women would like. Did my men put you up to this? Or you just bored and doing this for your amusement? Ah nevermind, but it was good to talk to you Miss Anne. Good day."

Lt.Murray pulled back his arm and tipped his tricorne toward Anne. He started to walk off toward the dock.

Roger parried the blow almost lazily.

"Captain Roger Roberts, at your service."

He thrust his sword towards Jack's chest, in a move more intended to test than to wound. "I don't imagine you'll have heard of me," he said calmly, "I don't go in for quite the amount of theatrics that have so defined your career."

As his sword slipped off the enemy's, Jack heard the familiar and almost pleasant crack of steel against steel. It was almost to good to be true. Here he was once more, in the middle of a sword fight.

"Please to meet you Roger," Jack said, tipping his hat with his left hand while he slammed the shot at his chest away with the sword in his right hand. "Thank you for your comments."

Captain Jack Sparrow began slashing left and right, dodging his oponents blows here and diving out of the way there, constantly attacking Roger's gaurd. He was testing to see how much his opponent knew, and after a few parries he realized that Roger was quite good. "Well done Roger... but I don't think you've ever fought a pirate before, my boy." His voice grew lower, "And I don't think you would be fighting one now, if you knew what I know."

Jack stepped back, prepared to meet any advance Roger might make, speaking up, "So, you seek treasure to save your ship? What if I told you that I knew things that would save a thousand such ships and their crews, as well as bring any lady you wish under your spell..." Again his voice dropped an octave, "I do... Roger... I do."

He smiled and grimaced a little at the same time, "But Roger, I can't help you with that while you attack me. And if you didn't attack me then I might be able to help you. Of course, the ability to help depends directly on how much you need and want, along with my ability to produce the said goods once you've stopped attacking me and I'm able to help... savvy?"

John was so confused. Was this some kind of trick made his men. They did pay some lady to confuse him. A lady was never like this to him ever in his whole life. Looking up toward the sky he sighed. Brushing off dust his tricorne he looked toward Miss Anne.

"I only knew that we were going after some pirates. Also Anne you a good person too, but I must know one thing..."

Lt.Murray put back on his tricorne. He started to turn red when she said he was sweet. His hand touched her face.

"is this just some kind of joke you are putting on me? Never in my life has a women, like you,ever cared about me. Back in England no women would like. Did my men put you up to this? Or you just bored and doing this for your amusement? Ah nevermind, but it was good to talk to you Miss Anne. Good day."

Lt.Murray pulled back his arm and tipped his tricorne toward Anne. He started to walk off toward the dock.

Anne's facial expression turned suprized upon feeling his touch,

"Mr. Murray! how could you acuse me of such ignorance, i simply wished to speak to you on my own accord..."

Her voice was raised and people passing by glanced over,

"John Murray! don't you walk away from me sir, you are the one who has insulted my kindness towards you! I am the one who should be walking away from you..good day sir!"

"Humph!"

She picked up her dress and stormed off in the other direction....


Onboard the Victory Captain Hart stood by the helm leaning over the rail looking down at the lower deck, the ship was almost deserted, afew crew members stayed aboard to prepare their personal equipment, William had told them when he exited his cabin they could leave but they refused,

I think we will do rather well, or so i hope.. he thought..

He walked to the left to look at the buildings by the water front, he could hear the noise comming from the pub that was in sight. All his men were told they could not get drunk but have acouple drinks toasting to the journey ahead....

John didn't look back, but he wanted to. Maybe it wasn't a game. It was all real. Turning around John didn't see her. Why did he do that? He shook his head and wished he hadn't do that. A feeling inside told him he was wrong. He pulled out his sabre and entered the pub.

Later that evening he walked outside the pub. He had one too many drinks that day. He looked dazed and confused. Stumbling around he headed back to the dock. Seeing the HMS Victory John could see Captain Hart. Lt.Murray stopped in fron of Captain Hart and stood at attention.

"Cap...tain Hart."

Anne kept walking and went to glance over her shoulder to see if he was looking but decided not to and carried on towards her fathers residence, she was angry with him but there was somthing about John Murray that kept her mind on him...

On the Victory Captain Hart watched Lt. Murray stumble aboard, he could tell he was troubled..and drunk. When John had addressed him he stood smartly at attention aswell...

Hart sighed but did not get angry,

"William, John, William..the men are on the lower deck..it's fine"

He continued...

"What is it?"

OOC: that should have been in the OOC thread Maldorians, you would post the attack on here..

"Ah William. Good ol' William. What is it??? I tell you nothing."

John stumbled around and pulled out his sabre. He held the hilt and slammed the blade into the ship, making a cut in the ship. Lt.Murray went to the side of the ship and threw up. It went into the ocean. John collasped to the ground with his sabre. He mumbled

"I shouldn't have done that to Miss Cornwallis."

Then he said no more. He was knocked out stone cold.

Captian Hart looked down to the deck to see if the men had seen or heard what John had said, it seemed as if they had not..they were busy carrying out their dutys. William bent over and removed Johns belt with his sword sheath on it then slid the sabre in in, he slung it over his shoulder and went to call for some assistance but stopped,

Argh, bloody hell..

He looked at the cut in the wood and shook his head,

"you two! give me a hand with this officer..now"

Two of the men on the lower deck rushed up to assist Captian Hart,

"You want him in the brig Captain?"

Hart thought back to what John had said when he was laying on the deck,

Miss Cornwallis..somthing about, 'i shouldn't have said that..'...said what..

"No sailor, take him to his quarters...he's had a rough night as it is..BUT i am not going easy on him for personal reasons, nor the fact he is an officer..this will not be tollerated! understood!"

"Aye Captian!" they replyed..

"Good then..get to it, oh and i have noticed a cut in this rail..have it fixed"

The men nodded then carried John below decks,

Damn it!, he's a smart lad..just needs a bit of guidance..there are many reasons his behavior could have been like that, nervous perhalps..

Cornwallis...that sounds familiar..

"As to your question, I'd call you a liar, as I am sure you are" replied Rogers calmly, parrying a blow. "But I've no doubt you do have a valuable secret or two. As to your first comment, I have indeed fought pirates, brigands, bandits, and all other manner of unsavory rogues, up to, and including mother-in-laws, although that particular duel was one more of words than of blades, not unlike the one you seem to be trying to engage me in. As for your other comment, about not being able to render assitance while we are engaged in this combat, I feel bound to point out that, after I gave you a chance to convince me your were more valuable as a partner than a prisoner, you blew up a cache of perfectly good rum and drew a blade on me, in addition to which, you were in fact the one who made the first attack."

He thrust at Jack's left shoulder, while still speaking.

"Now, if you'd like to try convincing me now, I'm still listening, although you'll understand if I'm somewhat reluctant to sheathe my blade with yours still drawn."

John noticed that he was in his quarters. He was still drunk by had some sense inside of himself. Looking around he touched his forehead. In his head he felt pain. Yelling aloud John stated

"Miss Cornwallis why did I think it was all a trick? If I could only see you one more time and see your beautiful blue eyes. Why!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

He formed a fist and hit it agains the hull. Reaching for his tricorne he threw it toward the ground. John started to cry hoping that would never happen again. John got up but fell down to his bed. His tears rolled across his cheeks.

Anne Cornwallis stood on the balcony of her fathers residence looking out over the town, to her left the mighty fort loomed in the distance with the British flag fluttering in the wind, she thought of John Murray as the sails of the HMS Victory were visible down by the docks.

Near midnight a lone hooded figure walked quickly through the streets of Port Royal, drunken men and women were heard hooting and hollaring in the pubs. The figure stopped near the Victory but remained in the shadows remaining very still,

Anne! what are you doing down here..he's a silly boy,

The dark figure was Ann, she brushed back the hood a little bit to reveal her chin, cheek and nose...

Captian Hart had returned to his cabin, once and awhile he could hear Murray in a drunken rage banging on things, he really did not want to punish him but if it continued somthing had to be done. He had figured a fellow officer would have known his drinking limitation but somthing had set him off in town, William Hart picked up his violin and started playing a soft tune that floated through the vessel, it sounded Scottish...

Williams father was a noble from England who married a Noble Scotsman's daughter, it was rumored his mother was one of the most beautiful Women in Scotland and Williams father fell hopelessly in love with her bringing her back to London as his wife. William chose to ignore that he was half Scottish considering himself strictly as an Englishmen, but somthing about the music intrested him...

Captain Raoul Santiago rested his telescope on the shoulder of his first officer and watched the horizon intently, he had spent the night in this little jolly boat, covered in canvas to keep out the spray and now he watched the entrance to port royal, eagerly waiting for either the ships he had seen close by last night to return or for the sign of the royal naval vessel setting sail. espriridon shuffled, uncomfortably causing the scope to shift and the captain to sigh, at length the boy gave voice to his thoughts "why are we here on this fetid little boat, sir?" "Because a 1000 ton under gunned galleon is a pretty poor look out, whereas at a distance were we can see a royal naval ship, a royal naval ship cannot see this fetid little dinghy"

"but why spy at all sir?" "because Espiridon I want to speak to the RN commodore, privately, and he is much less likely to shoot me up Espiridon, if his best vessel has long since departed the port, he’s much more likely to listen to reason if i have the bigger ship, he'll want to stall till he can turn the pride of the kings navy round, whilst he does that i can make an offer that will change his mind towards perusing hostilities until the opportune moment"

ooc:how many ships do we have? is it one or more? also, is it Royal Navy ?

OOC: You have one ship, mind you, pirates used small vessels, not Warships.

BTW, from now on try to write your battles down, not necessary with NPCs, but makes it funnier.

ooc:thank you for advaice

Commodore Alex looked at the map, there were several trade routes marked along with fort's positions, towns and all kinds of information.

However, one was of his special interest, Spanish Galleon Routes. He smiled as he check the distances.

Tortuga Bar:

Drinking his rum he paid little heed to the other pirates leaving the bar. Instead he gulped down his rest of his room then he began looking for some men who wanted to got out to sail…

Lt.Murray was filled with rage. He wished he had his sabre. Slowly getting out of his quarters he could hear a violin. It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as Miss Anne. He slammed his fist against a wall then walked up a pair of stairs. Getting up on deck he looked out toward the ocean. He started to cry and felt pain.

Anne stood in the shadows looking at the Victory, she heard the music from within the ship, it sounded sad,

This is not helping the mood.. she thought...

She noticed movement on the deck, a lone figure stood leaning on the rails. Slowly she moved closer, there were two redcoats standing in front of the gang plank quietly chatting to one another,

That shape resembles Mr. Murray..

She could not let the redcoats see her because they were sure to know who she was becuase of her fathers place here in Port Royal, she was not sure on how to approach the ship...

Captian Hart played his violin gently deep in the music that was comming from it, he rocked back and fourth slowly then opened his eyes looking at a large portrait on the wall of a man in a Red coat with white hair and a braid,

I'll make you proud father...i swear it

Grainger walked right up to Reginald. "Oy ye grog-swilling seacow! I was talking to you!"

John knew he needed to take a walk. Seeing the two men at the gangplank he nodded at them. Then walked down the gangplank. Looking around he thought he saw someone. Rubbing his eyes he didn't see the person anymore.

"I still must be drunk."

He started to walk up toward the fort. Staring up into the sky he could see the stars. Sighing he shook his head. He had to be ready tommorrow to command his troops. Thinking back to the fort he remembered Sabrina.

The Redcoats came to attention as Lt. Murray strolled off the ship...

Anne came around a corner in front of him on his way up to the fort,

"Mr. Murray! it's strange seeing you out at this hour...have you been following me?"

She took the hood down revealing her face, her expression serious...

OOC: she was looking for John she'll try and pin it on him lol, :).. Rich girls..ey?

Lt.Murray looked at the hooded figure, who reveiled herself as Anne. John looked a bit confused and dazed. He looked to be angry with rage.

"No I haven't Miss Anne. I think you were."

Then it came to him. It was what he wanted. He looked at Anne. Thinking why would Anne come and follow him. Bring out his hand he held her chin. A tear came down his red cheek.

"Anne I'm sorry for that outburst I had before. It's just that a women never has been ever nice to me that way. Please will you forgive me?"

The Corpse Legacy pulled down its Jolly Roger flag and anything else that would reveal them as being pirates and began to go to Port Royal.

"Captain, why are we doing this again?"

"Because Blimes, umm... Well you see... O shut up. I don't know yet."

Raoul watched with interest as a ship began to sail into port royal harbour, "espiridon have a peek, see what you make of this." espiridon eagerly grabbed the scope and peered thorough it his youthful eyes roaming the see before he snapped it shut "it looks like an armed merchant man, but shes flying no colours and shes so light in the water that she can't be carrying anything, deeply odd" Raoul sat, shivering under his blanket pondering his options, finally he decided to act. "fire off the rocket and summon the Archbizpo de Navarra, I want to be close stationed and ready to haul into the harbour."

ooc:UK exile what are you (pirates, brits, french)

ooc: spainish

Onboard the La Rochelle, out of Brest, based in Guadaloupe

Capitan Henri Dubois climbed the steep oak steps from his cabin, face shaved and uniform presentable, to meet the new day. Marceau, his first lieutenant, tipped his hat as the Captain crested the stairs leading to the poop deck, and Henri returned the salute. The other officers on the deck moved to the leeward side automatically, leaving Henri his traditional position to windward. The helmsman, as always, continued his stolid course, checking the sails and compass-box every so often.

Henri paced up and back the poop deck, listening to the creaks and groans of a ship under sail. At thirty-five, Henri had been at sea for 21 years, since he turned fourteen. A native of Bordeaux, he had grown up alongside the quays of that great French shipping town, and become an officer in the French navy after serving as a cabin boy for several years on merchant ships.

Henri knew the sea like the back of his hand, and he also knew his men and his ship. All the way out from Brest, he had been working them harder than they had ever worked in their lives, gun drills, sail drills, boarding drills... and now he was sure he could hold his own against the vaunted Royal Navy, not to mention a few peskey pirates, and indeed he was eager to.

The Commodore watched the incoming ships with suspicion, one was too big and far too slow to be an english merchant, on the other hand, the other one was too small and light.
-"Captain"- he ordered his second in command -"Tell the men to have weapons ready and aimed, I dont trust these vessels."-
-"Yes sire"- the Captain bowed and left.

Lt.Murray looked at the hooded figure, who reveiled herself as Anne. John looked a bit confused and dazed. He looked to be angry with rage.

"No I haven't Miss Anne. I think you were."

Then it came to him. It was what he wanted. He looked at Anne. Thinking why would Anne come and follow him. Bring out his hand he held her chin. A tear came down his red cheek.

"Anne I'm sorry for that outburst I had before. It's just that a women never has been ever nice to me that way. Please will you forgive me?"


Anne started to reply,

"That is obserd Mr. Murray i have done nothing of the sort.."

Once he placed his hand back on her face, she looked into his eyes and took a deep breath,

"Mr. Murray..it..it is quite alright, you are forgiven"

she moved slightly closer to him and said in a low almost wispery voice,

"Somthing about you John Murray...im not an easy girl to impress, i make the decisions i feel will suit me best..and..Mr. Murray i have come to the conclusion that i like you"

Anne did not have any trouble talking about this subject,

"Come back to Port Royal...don't let any of our enemys get the best of you, im sure i would be most upset...to be perfectly honest.."

John was glad that he wasn't forgiven. Something inside of him wanted to be with Anne forever. He looked at Anne and started to grow red. When she got closer a bead of sweat when down his cheek. His hand moved toward her cheek. Her cheek was both soft and warm. Lt.Murray's hand tingled. Looking straight into her beautiful blue eyes.

"I think all women should make their own decisions Miss Anne. Anne I love you even though i just met you."

When John said those words he was very nervous. Never before had he said this to a women. His came closer to Anne and kissed her on the cheek. Moving back his face was red.

"Anne I'm sorry for that. I shouldn't have done that, but I will come back for you once the ship comes back to Port Royal. You will be the cause for me to live Anne."

She smiled,

"Mr. Murray your most interesting, ive never met a gentleman as shy as yourself...it seems as if i am more foward than you, we have a connection, i knew it when i first saw you..i removed my brouch and tossed it to the ground so that you may pick it up..."

When he kissed her on the cheek they both turned red and her heart raced,

"Don't apoligize Mr. Murray, think of that when you are out at sea...give you some motivation to return to me, my father will hear of you aswell..he knows if i speak highly of you that your a good man.."

"I will wait.."

Captian Hart finished playing his music then went to look in on John but he was gone,

Christ Almighty..

He rushed back out on the deck and looked towards Port Royal then spoke to the sentrys, as he approached they came to attention,

"Have you seen one of the ships officers leave?"

"Yes sir, bout' a half hour ago..headed towards the fort.."

"Ok, very good..thank you.."

Captian Hart walked along the jetty quickly strapping on his sabre and looked out to the moon lit sea, two ships were spotted comming towards the harbour neither flying colours,

Thats odd.. he thought then continued on towards the fort....

John held her with his hands. Coming closer he kissed her on the lips. He could see her red cheek from the moonlight. Wiping away a tear he as held her hand. Turning around for a moment he saw two ships. They caught his eyes.

"I will come back for you..."

Now the two ships had his attention. Looking at them closely he couldn't see a flag. Maybe he could see them this far up.

"Anne just a moment I need to do something."

Grabbing his spyglass he looked at the two ships. He didn't find any flags. Not knowing Navy protocol he thought they put them away during the night.

"Sorry Miss Anne I thought I saw something."

Holding Anne he wanted to never leave her side, but tommorrow he would be off. He whispered into her ear.

"I love you."

Ann moved closer into him with her head on his chest, when he moved away looking at the ships she stared towards the ocean aswell interested in what he may have been looking at. When he was finished she moved back in towards him,

"Seeing Pirates already Mr. Murray" she grinned...

She had enjoyed his kiss very much so, Anne was in a very good mood, maybe the best she had ever been..well aside from when her father gave her a beautiful French brush and mirror on her ninth birthday. She looked behind John to see a figure moving towards them,

"Uhh, John..who is that?"

Captian Hart strolled right by the two tipping his tricorne then all of a sudden stopped,

Was that...Lt. Murray with a girl? he thought confused...

"Lt. Murray?" he asked squinting in the darkness....

John whispered into Anne's ear.

"I think that's the captain of the HMS Victory, Captain Hart."

The voice sounded familiar to him, but he had to be careful. Pulling out of his boot he revealed a dagger. Until he saw the face of Captain Hart he held the dagger with a tight grip. Once Captain Hart revealed himself John put away the dagger then stood at attention.

"Aye, Aye Sir. Lt. Murray of the Royal Marines. This is Lady Anne Cornwallis, daughter of Lord Cornwallis."

Anne smiled and moved to the side allowing him to present himself to the Captian properly. Captian Hart moved towards them looking at John, then to Miss Cornwallis,

" at ease Lt. Murray, i was uhh"

He cleared his throat,

"I was wondering where you had dissapeared to, that is all..but uhh, i can see you are fine in the hands of Miss Cornwallis here so i will take my leave at once,"

He started walking away and glanced at John and winked,

"Miss Cornwallis, Lt. Murray, have a good evening.."

With a short lived smile he headed back towards the ship,

It all makes sence now, he thought grinning...

Ann Laughed,

"That was akward, he seems worried about you John, thats sweet.."

She laughed again...

"He's a good captain and I'm glad that I will serve under him."

He smilied toward Captain Hart. John wondered if William actually knew who Miss Anne really was. Holding her hands John knew he would have to leave soon. Kissing Anne one more time then he held her for a moment.

"Anne I will come for you. The first place I will come once back from the ocean is to you."

Whispering into her ear. John started to walk away from her, but looked at her one last time. Once back on the ship he could see the two ships coming closer. Going down a pair of stairs all of his men asleep. Then he knocked on the Captain's door.

"William it's me, John."

John entered and looked at William.

"Sorry about running off. I was walking to the fort and she found me. Anne is beautiful and carrying, but I haven't come because of that. Something about those two ships bother me."

Anne smiled,

"I can tell John, the fact that he would come looking for you proves it...i think you will be fine.."

She kissed him back and replyed,

"I will be waiting, i swear it John Murray...i must get home aswell before my father finds out i have left"

She watched him go untill he was out of sight then started her walk back to her fathers residence.


William was standing by the large windows to the rear of the ship in his cabin when John entered,

"Yes, i have been looking at them for quite some time now..caught my attention when i came to look for you"

After a pause he continued,

"It's alright by the way, i understand your reason for leaving..she is most beautiful, but if i were you i would meet her father..Lord General Cornwallis I.."

He turned around,

"He's a proper gentleman, loves his daughter as much as the military..maybe even more..i have found that slightly uncommon these days, all those high ranking officers usually put their dutys first but..on another note...what gives you your suspision? i have noticed one of them is traveling rather light...the larger of the two is heavy, well heavier than most it's size..rather slow aswell...im not sure on weather to be alarmed or not, they don't seem to pose a threat.."

"What is your opinion John.."

"I will very nervous if I meet her father. He looks power and he will protect his daughter. I know that it will be tough, but maybe when I return."

Looking out threw the window he could see the ship. Seeing something shine from the moonlight he pulled out his spyglass. Looking threw it he saw a bunch of men on deck with something shiny.

"Sir, I think we should get set to sail and check this two ships. I will get my men ready while you get the ship ready. I think we have pirates."

Walking out the door he grabbed his sabre. He went into his men's quarters and woke them up.

"Men were are getting ready to set sail and board two ships. I want you in your uniforms and have your swords and muskets ready. Once you have down that meet me on deck."

"Aye, Aye Sir!"

His men yelled. John went into his room and got into his military uniform and picked up his tricorne.Opening his chest he took a pistol and hid it under his jacket. By the time he got to the armoury all the muskets were gone execept for one. Grabbing he held it tightly. Then he started to walk up the stairs.

"I will very nervous if I meet her father. He looks power and he will protect his daughter. I know that it will be tough, but maybe when I return."

Looking out threw the window he could see the ship. Seeing something shine from the moonlight he pulled out his spyglass. Looking threw it he saw a bunch of men on deck with something shiny.

"Sir, I think we should get set to sail and check this two ships. I will get my men ready while you get the ship ready. I think we have pirates."

Walking out the door he grabbed his sabre. He went into his men's quarters and woke them up.

"Men were are getting ready to set sail and board two ships. I want you in your uniforms and have your swords and muskets ready. Once you have down that meet me on deck."

"Aye, Aye Sir!"

His men yelled. John went into his room and got into his military uniform and picked up his tricorne.Opening his chest he took a pistol and hid it under his jacket. By the time he got to the armoury all the muskets were gone execept for one. Grabbing he held it tightly. Then he started to walk up the stairs.

Captian Hart smiled,

"Yes, Lord Cornwallis is indeed powerful..."

He looked out at the ships in the moonlight,

"Alright Lt. Murray it's a hunch but no harm in it.., all crew who are not onboard will come back once the bell has rung..."

Captian Hart put on his coat then strolled on to the deck watching John dissapear, he headed up to the helm and rung the bell to call back all crew members who were still on shore..

*Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding** the bell sounded loudly....

Captian Hart ordered another man to continue ringing it as he returned to his cabin to prepare himself. He picked up two very fine crafted pistols placing them in his coat, he took his finest sabre from the wall and strapped it on. Shortly after he returned to the helm with his telescope,

"Anthony, have all gunnary crew report to their stations, all others take up postions and prepare to set sail...this is a hunch..but nothing bad can come out of it..also before we leave send a runner to the fort informing them we are going to cheak this out.."

"Aye William, will do.."

The Scotsman left to give out the orders....

I hope we are ready.. William said to himself....

Anne heard a bell sounding from the docks and stopped,

Whats going on down there... she thought..

Just then a group of men strugging with their uniforms rushed by chattering amongst eachother....

Be safe John.. she said quietly then headed towards her home quickly so she could see what was going on from her balcony...

Doctor Williams hurried back to the Victory in a hurry, "What the Devil can there be now?!" he thought to himself wildly as he moved with a hurried haste which caused him to slip and drop a vial he was carrying.

CRASH!

The Purple liqued spilled and stained his coat and white shirt, with a curse and swear he got up hurridly as the confounded bell rang on, He swore again as he lamented the loss of his little costly luxury, however he was relieved to see that the rest of his belongings were unharmed including a sample of rare herbs which, if he was not mistaken, would be a useful anesthetic. Aswell as a bottle of "Holy Water" which he was couriering as a service to the Carpenter, which he regarded strange as the Carpenter was not very religous.

He collected his pipe and hurried to the ship, hopefully he could get a nice change of clothes there and get ready for the task ahead.

John walked onto the deck. Already the sailors were on the ship getting ready to set sail. Turning to his right he could see his marines in attention. They held their muskets and their swords were at their sides. Lt. Murray faced his men.

"I want you just you to board the ship and look around. Do not fire until you catch anything that might be reveil them to be pirates. I don't want a massacre of innocent people on that vessel. Also if it is pirates then we will capture it."

"Aye, Aye Sir!."

His men broke out of attention and got to their boarding positions. Lt.Murray walked alongside Captain Hart. He looked at Captain Hart.

"Are you ready William? This will be the first time we will work together."

William noticed the surgeon rush onboard the ship,

"Doctor Williams! nice of you to join us!" he yelled...

William watched the marines break off to their positions then looked at John who now stood beside him,

"Im ready as i'll ever be John, have your Marines hold postion on the decks untill we can get a closer look..if they are indeed out enemy, i want to weaken them up a bit with our guns before we send our boys aboard understood? i will be comming along with the boarding party of course..my men have taken up weapons aswell, sabres and muskets incase our hunch is right.."

He looked at the ships,

"That one, there the smaller one..we will investigate her first,"

"Mr. Mcdonald prepare to set sail!" Captian Hart yelled..

"Aye aye Captian!" replyed the Scotsman...

HMS Victory started to move through the water...

All gunnary crew were waiting on their orders below the top deck, men manned the swivel guns above...

"We are doing this without direct orders John, im sure the fort is watching now...i had a runner sent, he informed an officer on duty..if we are wrong we will all look rather stupid.."

Ann watched the HMS Victory start to pull off from her balcony, her father then joined her,

"Whats going on Ann?"

"I don't know father, that ship..it's pulling off.."

Lord Cornwallis looked out at the sea,

"She is investigating those two i would suppose..."

OOC: Maldorians, we will investigate your ship first...

Bump....

After returning gestures with the captain, the hapless ship surgeon nearly tumbled down the stairs as he bustled into his cabin where he found a rather anxious guest.

"Oy, Bartie, Where have you been, man? Still Acting like the Devil's After you I see", Asked old Mccoy, the Capenter, "That Bloomin' Bell kept a'ringing its blasted head off! Well, do you have it??"

"Yes I have your precious "Holy Water", old boy, even if it did cost a handsome pence, a coat and fine shirt" sighed the doctor as he tossed the bottle to the old sea dog.

"Ah the blessed water of the holy river Jordan", Grinned the Capenter, "come my lad we drown our sorrows in it while men a yonder busy themselves with the work of the devil."

"Come on old bones, if the quartermaster catchs you drunk again, there will be Damnation" said the surgeon worridly.

"Relax m'lad, I have the saints watching over me, I am off to my duties now" and with that he trotted off.

The surgeon had to prepare himself aswell as who knows what lies ahead?

Teh Bump

Teh Bump. Again.

"arghhhh, captain. Why are they pointin' guns at us?"

"Shut up wilkes. We'll say we're large fishing vessels that are lost and pulled to the closest place. Hide weapons and cannons in the brig."

"Aye-aye, sir."

The Corpse Legacy steadily advanced closer to the docks of Port Royal.

ooc:sure check my ship

John looked out toward the ship coming closer. His marines looked nervous, but were glad to finally have some real action. Looking out toward the ship he loaded his musket. If he killed a innocent person he knew he would be sent to prison somewhere and never see Anne again. But that was a risk he would take.

Ooc: Wtf ? Canadistein Are You Targeting Me? You Dont Even Know Im A Pirate!

OOC: No Lt.Murray is just getting ready to board the ship. I say he loaded the musket, but if they were innocent people he would be killed. He doesn't know they are pirates yet.

OOC: We don't know your ship is a pirate ship...it's not obvious yet, we are only cheaking it out....besides, these British guys don't even know what a pirate looks like...

Captian Hart reached into his coat and cocked both hammers on his pistols back with a *CLICK,CLICK*,

"Bring us in closer Mr. Stuart, right along their port side i say!"

HMS Victory cut through the water towards the unknown vessel getting ready to pull right up beside her to investigate,

"Steady now..."

All gunnary crews were on standby, if anything happened 24 guns on Victorys starboard side would light them up....

Once close enough one of the marines put out the boarding plank. Lt.Murray held his musket and boarded the ship. The Marine followed and aimmed their muskets at the sailors. John looked at Captain to come aboard the ship. The Marine formed lines.

"We of the HMS Victory are boarding your ship to look for anything strange. This is Captain Hart and I'm Lt. Murray."

Once close enough one of the marines put out the boarding plank. Lt.Murray held his musket and boarded the ship. The Marine followed and aimmed their muskets at the sailors. John looked at Captain to come aboard the ship. The Marine formed lines.

"We of the HMS Victory are boarding your ship to look for anything strange. This is Captain Hart and I'm Lt. Murray."

Captian Hart held his hand out in front of John signaling him to hold where he was,

"We must ask permission to board Lt. Murray, if they refuse...we board anyways,if they will refuse us if they have somthing to hide.."

"Excuse me! is your Captian Present!" Yelled Capt.Hart....

"I'm not going to ask permission. We need to catch them off guard."

John pointed toward a sailor. The rest of his men were doing the samething. A bead of sweat came down from his fore. He thought about Anne and how he was going back to her. Lt.Murray wasn't going to dead now.

OOC: Now we wait for Maldorians.... :(

Captian Hart squinted in the darkness at the crew members on the other vessel, men were manning the swivel guns aboard Victory aswell, waiting for anything to go wrong...

"We ask that you weigh Anchor immeaditly!" Yelled Hart...

OOC: i'm not actually sailing into the harbour Fyi, just lurking outside it, also someone described my ship as flying no colours, that is incorrect Raoul has the largest Spainish ensign he can find flying, cos hes a true patriot ;)

"captain they are boarding the other vessel" espiridons eyes already noticing what Raoul needed a telescope to see. "very well have our marines on deck and prominent, but keep our guns run in and the ports closed, the message should be clear, were not here to fight but don't accept your right to board in open waters." he watched as his tercios piled on deck, pikes and muskets gleaming in the sun, interspaced in the ranks the green face of soldiers,
very pale imitations of his marine tercios, you can't get the staff these days he mused. turning to alejandros he found himself having to adjust his vision upwards, free of the cabins confines alejandros towered over all of the crew "hopefully there captain will keep a clear head, we can maintain our soverignity over this vessel and i can get through to the commodore with the aim to disscus items of mututal interest" alejandros nodded clearly not happy. "for the sake of this mission i will hold my tongue, but remember, the infidel and the heretic, all are equal in the eyes of god dirty sinful heathens to a man, equally deserving of both punishment and retribution" alejandros held a finger of warning and spoke the terrible words of a man with the ability to turn threats into promises "if you tarry to long ashore, it is my duty to question just what exactly you are"

Captian Hart looked out towards the larger vessel to see he was mistaken, the ship was spanish,

"Lt. Murray, that is a Spanish warship...they are infact flying their colors"

His attention drifted from the ship they had pulled alongside and he looked through his telescope at the vessel,

"She poses no threat...the guns remain run in and the ports are closed, they don't want a fight...but i wonder what they do want..."

Hart collasped his telescope and tossed it to the Scottish officer, Mcdonald,

The crew of the HMS Victory waited for a reply from the vessel they had come along side of...

"Arghhh, A lovely day it is indeed. Yes, you may come to our humble ship. We have nothing to hide," said the captain. "Just don't shoot us."

ooc:quick post to let you know the answer.

"Arghhh, A lovely day it is indeed. Yes, you may come to our humble ship. We have nothing to hide," said the captain. "Just don't shoot us."

ooc:quick post to let you know the answer.

Lt.Murray turned his musket toward the man who maybe was the captain. He aim knew wouldn't miss this "Captain". Looking at Captain Hart for a moment then he turned back toward the man.

OOC: It's nighttime.

"o hehe, watch where your pointin' that thing. It's deadly. Hehe. Just come on our ship, look at what you need and get off. This is a fine ship. Oi don't want it to be ruined."

Captian Hart knew somthing was up, why would this Captian say for them not to shoot at them..

Is there a reason for us to shoot... he thought

"Indeed Captian it is a fine ship, Lt. Murray..we will board..your marines and some of my men"

"Now, lets move.."

Captian Hart moved to cross the boarding plank followed by a dozen of his men,

"What is your cargo Captian, i see you are all armed...protecting yourselves against pirates by any chance?"

"We are also going to have to cheak your holds..i ask that you remain topside while we have a look through your vessel, also..control your men, if anyone moves for a weapon we will return fire"

"Aye, and right you are. We do have weapons but only for safety of us and our ship. The Corpe's Legacy is a mighty fine ship that my ancestors gave to me as a present. Yes, officer check what you please. "

"Captain Hart you search the vessel. My men will stay on deck. My Marines can easily watch these men."

Lt.Murray still had his musket fixed at the Captain. His men were moving all over the ship making sure they still had a target. John took off his tricorne and wipped the sweat off his forehead. The moonlight beamed down from the nightime sky. Seeing the stars he looked back at the Captain. If they were pirates and got by he hoped that nothing bad happened to Anne.

Unknown to everyone, the Commodore was watching from the fortress.
-"Nothing so far Captain?"-
-"No sire, the Victory has boarded them and is currently searching"-
-"Good, keep me informed"-

I walked out onto the deck of my ship, The Revan. It was a beautiful day in the Bahamas. My first hand man Jack Carver walks up to me.

"Captain Jebus sir" he said to me. "We have a appraoching ship, The Black Dolphin". He looked worried.

"Ahh, yes" I replied. "They have come for the trade".

"What trade may I ask sir" he asked me.

"I have decided to sell some of the slaves, the captain of The Black Dolphin is running a little low on crew" I explained to him. "No more chit chat".

Once the trade was done, I decided to head Trinidad. I had some unsettled business there. Just then my beautiful wife Jenny walked out on deck.

"The retarded retard is chucking the skitz again honey" she told me.

"Jack, go down there and put a bullet through his head, I'm sick of this nonsense" I ordered him.

The La Rochelle sliced through the waves, all available sail set in a brisk northerly breeze. Captain Henri was pleased, this would get him and his ship to the action in no time.

On the quarterdeck, his second lietenant Fauchelevent was instructing the midshipmen in the use of the sextant. He strolled over, checking work here and there, smiling at the visible nervousness of the midshipmen at seeing their captain.

"We have a bearing, Capitan," Lieutenant Fauchelevent reported. After he heard it, Henri replied, "Excellent, you may continue," and paced back to the poop deck. "Heave to," he ordered, and the sailors raced up the ratlines to pull in the sails.

The La Rochelle was now just out of sight of Port Royal. Henri was sure that in this crucial position, a fight would come his way.

Once the trade was done, I decided to head Trinidad. I had some unsettled business there. Just then my beautiful wife Jenny walked out on deck.

"The retarded retard is chucking the skitz again honey" she told me.

"Jack, go down there and put a bullet through his head, I'm sick of this nonsense" I ordered him.

OOC: A slaver ship?, this is gonna be interesting.

Well, I gotta find your bio, and first, I gotta find the OOC thread. But, no one brought women on their ships!

Except legal transports, of course.

EDIT

Dude, go to the other thread and make a bio before playing, ok?

LINK (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=495179&page=14)

ooc:reallydrunk and WSP how do you guys know "Somthing is up"? I don't want my crew to be caught yet

OOC: We are simply cheaking your vessel, acting on a hunch..

Your Captians first words seemed nervous and also he seemed unsure of what to say....it would arose some suspision...

Captian Hart went below with a dozen of his men and cheaked the ship high and low, the funny thing was Hart had never encountered a Pirate therefore did not know what to look for. Their vessel had their cannons run in but all gunnary crew was below, mostly everyman was armed to some extent, somthing else that appeared strange was the only cargo they carried were cannon balls, powder and food...

What kind of merchants don't carry goods.. he thought..

The ships name was also slightly strange, Corpse Legacy.. but the name of a ship certianly could not lable these men as pirates,

"Anthony, lets cheak the Captians cabin...cheak for any journals or logs.. that may be ablout.."

"Aye William.."

The group moved through the ship and entered the Captains cabin, there were many fine items in this room, golden Spanish candle holders, afew different sabres, assorted treasure that one may pick up on his jorneys,

"Sir...uhh, i don't know what to make of this?" said Mcdonald...

"Keep looking, somthing will come up.."

Bumpity...

There had been word of American Cargo vessels missing, and even a American Sloop. But no one knew, or even how. The ships simply disapeared from the surface of the world. One day they would set out from port, then never report again.No wreakage, no bodies. Just tails. Long tails, one thats said that the Kraggen had moved from the Norsk waters to the american. But no one really beleived it. And many ruled out pirates, since the most prayed in the south. But no one realy knew...

"Mother! Mother! A ship, look over there a ship!" a young by cried as he towards his mother, pointing into the distance. A ship was cruiseing with full sails, right for the port.

At the docks a British officer followed the ship with his spy glass. He spoted the white ensign flapping in the wind. "Shes a brit. Can't make out the name. Prepare the morings."

"Aye sir!" The men ran along the deck prepareing lines and waited for the ship to ease in. As the ship came closer, there was but a single man standing at the front. Wearing an officers uniform. But they could not see anyone else. The vessel looked war torn and kinda, haunting. The officer did not move as the ship sailed past the docks.

"HEY HEY YOU! STOP!" Yelled the dock officer. But the man did not move. The ship then came a halt. It just sat there like the captain, not moving or doing anything for several erie seconds. Then all of a sudden a man popped up from the wheel deck and he had a musket in his hands and took aim at the dock officer. The men on the deck stood in confusion, before it sank in. Then everyone ran, the musket fired, hitting some other sailor beside the officer. Then the cannon were rolled out from their resting place and begane to fire. Destroying the docks, and the small british schooner. The cannon fire slamed into the houses and buildings, people flying throught he air. Then two long boats were lowered from the deck of the attacking vessel. They men rowed towards shore, men not rowing, aiming there weapons at the people running around for safety. They wore British marine uniforms. They ran around the town killing anyone in the streets, running into buildings and grabing the valubles and rushing back to the long boats to dump their load and head back. A british officer was able to scrounge up some soldiers. They ran down the main street killing at least 4 men. Then a cannon ball shoot up the street and struck some men in the legs, ripping the legs off. The officer then looked for the nearest door way, as the remainder of the soldiers did too. They peeked out and took crack shots at the men. But to no real effect. Then after what semmed like seconds, but really minutes, the british soldiers checked the coast and saw it was clear, the walked out into the street and headed to the docks. From their point they saw no ship. They broke into a run, but at the end of the street, men in british uniforms rushed out into a straight line andtook a knee and fired their weapons, droping the british soldiers. The attackers ran over and finished any surviors with either a pistol shot to the head, or a sword cut to the neck. They then took the weapons and striped them for their uniforms and any valubles they carried and headed back to the dock. Climbing into the longboats and rowing out to the mouth of the bay, where their ship lay waiting.

"Mother mother! The brits are killing each other!"yelled the boy as he looked down on the town from the hill where their house was.

"Dont be silly what a bad thing to say."

"No mother, look." They boy tried to get his mother to come, but she would not budge as she was trying to hang the clothes in the sun.

One man layed on the trashed docks, his legs missing in the water below, he looked to his right and left. No one was around. And he saw something everyone wanted to know. He saw the name of the vessel. When the ship turned and headed back towards the mouth of the bay, he saw the name engraved with wonderful skill. It read "Invisible".

OOC: Its the 1720's, you cant have "US Marines Uniforms"...

OOC: Its the 1720's, you cant have "US Marines Uniforms"...

opps my bad bad, i was thinking the later...wait, opps i even had it wrong in my head, sry let me fix

The Commodore looked at the battle down in the town, he was amused that someone would try this.
-"Captain, aim all cannons at that ships, fire at will!"-
-"Yes sir!"-

The Captain ran back to the gun's crew, shouting.
-"FIRE AT WILL, AIM AT THE ATTACKING SHIP!"-
Everyone jumped to their feet, they were higly trained soldiers, some of them even had family down there.

-"FIRE!"-

20 guns came to life as they were shot, some of them barely missing thier target, some hitting it (OOC: RP your damage), as a skilled team, they started reloading.

Cannon balls rained down on the Invisible.

"Sweet Mary and Joseph! Its raining balls!" cried out Lieutenant Rory McShane.

"Jesus and i thought we had this one in the bag." replied Captain William as a ball came smashing down sending a man down through the decks of the ship. The Captain stared down the new hole in his ship. Then peered across the deck, taking note of all the other new holes. Then he looked up at the fort from where the storm of cannon balls came from. "QUIT BLOWING HOLES IN MY SHIP!" he gave the fort the one finger salute, knowing no one would she unless by a slim chance someone was looking through a spy glass and happened to be looking at him. But it made him feel better. After all the raids on the british ships along the american coast, the Invisible had know taken a serious toll."Get us out of here. Run up the flag. Prepare all the sails, lets get outof here. Stow the guns, put our new goodies with the rest below. We'll split it up with who is left. Also we got to find some more members."

OOC: i'll have to find how many men are on my crew. then i do causulties.

-"FIRE!-
The cannons fired another volley at the "Invisible" while it ran to the bay's exit.

"ummm Captain it is a bit akward. What do you suggest we do? The last of the British search party got off our ship."

"Here's what we do. get a cannons to broadside , and begin loading them. Have everyone get get their weapons and wait. Also, tell Brig (driver) to lift the anchor and get us out of here. Once our anchor is up fire at those bloody brits."

OOC: The British have not left your ship.

OOC: The British have not left your ship.

OOC: The British are firing at a freaking ship that has just attacked Port Royale, and is now trying to escape. ATTACK IT!

OOC: I was talking abou when he said The last of the British search party got off our ship. Captain Hart is still seaching the ship.

John turned and saw that the fort was firing on something. Looking around for a moment he saw a third ship.

"Men I want you to look after this people. If any of them try to move shoot them."

Lt.Murray scurried down a pair of stairs. His head moved back and forth trying to search for Captain Hart. Still hearing the cannons he rushed to find Captain Hart. After finally finding him he looked at William.

"Captain the fort is firing on another ship out at sea. It seems they are trying to escape after they docked. Sir, I think we should get back to the ship and help the fort destroy that vessel."

Captian Hart rushed back to the upper deck on the Corpse Legacy upon hearing Lt. Murray's report,

"Everyone back to the Victory!, we are going after that ship! move it lads!"

The British crew members started returning to the Victory quickly and taking up their posts, Captian Hart stopped just before he returned to thtory beside Lt. Murray, looking over at the ship they had boarded he yelled,

"Perhalps we will meet again, till then...god speed Captain.."

Once all the crew were back on the ship Captian Hart ordered all guns to be run out and men to take up swivel gun positions incase they got close, they would cut the enemy ship off before it could escape then engauge her,

"Everyone has your orders! now, after that bastard!"

HMS Victory cut through the waves, they were still some distance from the Enemy vessel but Captian hart told Mcdonald,

"Have our port side guns fire at once!"

Mcdonald rushed to pass on the order,

"Port guns! FIRE!"

Cannon after cannon fired in the direction of the attackers, smoke and sparks errupted from the barrels...

ooc:reallydrunk are you off my ship?

OOC: Yeah, we are chasing after a vessel that attacked Port Royal...

OOC: We are.

Lt. Murray and his men slowly got off the ship and back on their own ship. They still faced their muskets at the sailors. Once aboard they removed the plank. John still kept an eye on that ship. Holding his muske he regrouped his men to get ready to board the new ship once in range.

"aye, captain they're all off our vessel."

"everyone we're out of here."

Suddenly, the ships sprang to life as the cannons were brought out and the Jolly Roger flag was brought up to life.

"Make sure that yer don't get near those brits. We'll rethink our plan for trading routes."

The Commodore noticed the new pirate vessel.
-"FIRE AT IT TOO!"
15 guns aimed at them and fired.

ooc:our ship WSP?

ooc:our ship WSP?

OOC: Aye

OOC: WAIT WHOA! do you think i attacked port royal??? haha no no!! i didnt know a name of some small port in the north like in the Bahamas. im not tha dumb to attack port royal!! haha

OOC: You didnt specify, plus the only "active" port so far has been "Port Royale"...

OOC: You didnt specify, plus the only "active" port so far has been "Port Royale"...

alright alright well keep this rp, but yeah i didnt specify cause i didn't know a british port or anybodies port in the bahamas, i didnt really want to attck a active port, this was just a intro, then i donno my capt would have got in contact with the other pirates and convince them to attack port royal, but with proper tactics.

ooc:yes delesa we could make a plan. we should tg so no one else reads it

Delesa']alright alright well keep this rp, but yeah i didnt specify cause i didn't know a british port or anybodies port in the bahamas, i didnt really want to attck a active port, this was just a intro, then i donno my capt would have got in contact with the other pirates and convince them to attack port royal, but with proper tactics.

OOC: Bahamas belongs to the Spanish folks.

in this rp, cause the bahamas had british money, then they changed the queen on the mney to some local guy several years ago.

"ahh, yes captain we're home free. we just sustained minor injuries to the front. "

"ok."

The captain looks in the direction of port royal. He bows down to it.

"Ahh, don't worry, you will be mine soon. soon"

"Look cap! Jolly Roger flag, port side. And theres a brit ship too. Looks like the roger is fireing at them. And the fort has redirected some cannons from us to them."

"Good good. MEN, SET THOSE BLOODY SAILS UP, OR ITS YOUR LIVE. I DONT CARE OF YOU HAVE TO USE YOUR CLOTHES, GET US MOVING." The main mast had taken some damage but would hold for a little while vefore snapping, and as long as they got out of there, they would mostly be safe, as all the british fire would hopefully be al directed at the larger pirate vessel, as the "Invisible" was just a schooner, it was fast, but it couldnt take all that much punishment.

"Cap, we're picking up speed."

"Exellent. Lose the dead bodies and anything else we dont need. Empty barrels, anything, but no weapons or the prizes."

"Aye sir."

Teh cannons kept firing at both ships, the Commodore bit his lip, no one had ever dared attack a fort before, those pirates must have been crazy.
-"Keep firing until they are out of range Captain"-

"ahh sir. It seems that there is another ship."

"yes tell them that we, pirates wish for peace to destroy that port."

The messenger goes to the end of the ship.

"Hello, fellow pirate. We are the crew of the Corpse Legacy. I see that we share a common goal. My captain would like to know if we would have peace," announced the messenger under the yells of men and firing of cannons.

"What the..." Captain William stared at the other vessel as the sent someone over. "What about that other brit ship?"

The man yelled something.

"Sure sure what ever, but its my intentions to get out of here first."

The HMS Victory moved off the starboard side of the vessel which had been firing at Port Royal, Captian Hart watched the scooner as it started picking up speed,

"We are loosing her!, we are losing her!"

He said quietly to himself over the noise of the frigates port side guns,

"There is not a hope in hell we are catching that ship Lt. Murray, we'll fire untill shes out of our range then turn back..."

The scottish officer Mcdonald gave the order for Victory to fire untill the enemy was out of range,

"We'll return to the port briefly, then...we set sail and chase after that bloody ship.."

The cannons aboard Victory continued to fire at their retreating enemy, it seemed as if the pirates did some damage further up the coast line.

Lt.Murray nodded toward Captain Hart. His Marines would going down to the armoury to return the gun. After that he would let them rest. Going back on deck John looked at Captain Hart.

"Sir, I gave my men some rest. I think they need some. Tensions are very high among my men. Plus they are very nervous since for most of them it's their first mission. William once we get to port I will get off the ship and tell the commorde then be right back."

Henri spent the morning continuing to drill his crew, he wanted them to be in the best shape possible when it came to a confrontation with the British.

However, his drills were interrupted by cracks of gunfire coming from Port Royal from just beyond his vision. Immediately, the ship sprang into action. Henri ordered for the helmsman to lay over, straight for Port Royal, while the topmen raced up their ratlines to let out the greatest possible amount of sail. The La Rochelle turned, flying with the wind toward Port Royal. Rapidly, the port and coastline of the British island came into view, but in the foreground were two ships. Henri took out his spyglass, and there was a clattering as the other lieutenants without necessary duties did so as well. There was a collective gasp when the situation was apprehended- two ships flying the Jolly Roger, a schooner, and another larger ship (OOC: Maldorians, what kind of ship do you have?). The booming and smoke emanating from Port Royal's shore batteries, and the fleeing pirates, showed the situation perfectly.

Captain Henri had made a risky decision. He had exposed the locatin of his ship to the enemy, losing the value of surprise, at least for now. However, he knew a way he could turn the odds in his favor.

"Continue forward with all sail!" he shouted to the helmsman, and returned his glass to the oncoming pirates. Then he told Lieutenant Marceau, "Beat to quarters, but keep the guns run in and the gunports closed but not locked. We want to make a peace overture, but be ready."

Marceau started. "Mon capitaine! These are pirates! How can we deal with them?"

Henri smiled. "We are dealing with a larger picture here than simply France against our enemies; we owe it to King Louis to wreak as much damage on the English as possible. If the vile English win this war, who will benefit from the destruction of pirates? Them, of course. However, should almighty France be triumphant, we will have ample time later to persuade these ruffians into another line of business. For now, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Henri took out his speaking trumpet; the La Rochelle would soon be close enough to use it.

As the HMS Victory continued to fire at the pirate ship that was speeding up rather quickly Captian Hart replyed to John over the cannon fire,

"Sure John, be sure to inform him you repersent myself..i have matters to attend to on board"

Captian Hart looked to the ocean briefly then back to John, somthing had caught his eye in the distance..another vessel incomming flying French colors,

"By god...the bloody frogs have come to keep us company aswell.."

William gazed through his telescope at the French ship gliding through the water towards Port Royal,

"We will get them all at once" said the Scotsman Mcdonald..

"No..not this time Anthony, they have their guns ran in..somthings going on here, unload the cannons that are still loaded then we return to port briefly.."

"Oh and John, do inform the Commodore we will need another ship or two out there...enemys are all over us, pirates to the French..what next? that Spanish ship we spotted earlier?"

OOC: Caladonn! you never cease to suprize me :)...also i would like to know of the damage i inflicted on the Pirate ship fleeing the area please,

OOC: Well, with all of this going on, I figured I might as well get in on the action. And as the only French player with a ship, I also think some unlikely alliances may be at hand :) (Not with you, sorry).

IC: Captain Henri Dubois stood at the bow of his ship, the wind coming in full force at him. He did not move an inch, but fingered his speaking trumpet as the pirates came closer...

Suddenly he looked ahead, and gave a start. Inside the harbor, there she was... the Victory! With that accursed Captain Hart!

Henri remembered Hart. It was five years ago, when he was a Captain of the Guadaloupe, a sixth-rate frigate, and Hart was a midshipman. While he was on shore leave, Hart had landed in Port-au-Prince with a small group of sailors, and blown up the magazine of his ship! He still remembered vividly coming down to the docks and seeing his ship in flames, the wreckage drifting off...

It had been a permanent stain on his naval career. Henri Dubois should have been a Commodore by now, if not for Captain Hart.

This would bear thinking about.

OOC2: The plot thickens... hope you don't mind me hijacking your character for a little flashback Reallydrunk. I figured he must have served as midshipman, and the Carribean was as good a place as any.

Lt.Murray nodded toward William.

"Aye Aye Sir. I'm going to take the other boat."

Two Marines followed John onto the small rowboat. The two grabbed the oars and started to row. The cannons flashed all around them. Seeing the outline of the ship the HMS Victory he told the men to row faster. Once finally getting to land he dashed off the beach and toward the garrison. The cannons were also roaring from the garrison. Running up the hill he ran into the parade grounds of the garrison. Looking around for a moment he found the Commorde.

"Commorde we need help down there. There is a total of four ships down in the harbor. Captain Hart wants two more ships out there to help him."

John was almost about to collaspe. Sweat glisten from his face. He fixed his tricorne and waited for Commorde's answer.

The Commodore nodded and looked down at one of his men.
-"Send the Indestructible and the King Richard"-

John started to walk back to the ship. The ships down near the docks were starting to leave and help the Victory. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he looked up toward the sky. He thought of Anne and wondered when the next time he would see her. Sighing he started to walk back to the ship.

OOC: Nope , no problem Caladonn...adds a little plot your right,

Captian Hart watched as Indestructible and the King Richard prepared to set sail,

"Right, it's about time...we'll watch all these bastards sink right to the bottom, here! tonight..."

"We wait for Lt. Murray, i see them now...then, we engauge them alongside our two other ships the Commodore has sent to our aid"

"I wish i could draw them back towards Port Royal, into the forts range..."

Ann sat on her balcony, Lord Cornwallis stood beside her watching as Victorys guns fired afew more shots them went quiet,

"I wonder how damaged that Scooner is..." The Lord said quietly...

I wonder if John is alright..thought Ann...

"Father!, another ship...there a large French flag flys in the wind!"

"Do not fear Ann, see those ships leaving port, they will support the lads that boarded that other ship.."

John went aboard the rowboat and the marines started to row back. Rowing back the two ships that the Commorde were about to set sail. Once abou the Victory John went aside William.

"You got your support, sir."

There was a collective gasp when the situation was apprehended- two ships flying the Jolly Roger, a schooner, and another larger ship (OOC: Maldorians, what kind of ship do you have?).

OOC: i dont fly the jolly roger's flag. i was flying the blue british ensign. but i plan to cjange my flag. flying the british flag was to create serious confusion.

Reallydrunk']OOC: Caladonn! you never cease to suprize me :)...also i would like to know of the damage i inflicted on the Pirate ship fleeing the area please,

i can give you the structual damage, as i dont know the amount of personal aboard yet.

New Bio and Ship (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11552074&postcount=227)

William began to think he was way in over his head when he saw two more british ships leave port royal. And then, his first officer pointed out a ship flying the tri-colour straight in front of them, and he was flying the blue ensign.

"Christ. Well, maybe they'll be nice if they have noticed the brits dont like us."

"Unlikely Sir."

"Shut up, your crushing my hopes."

"Of course sir." The two of them laughed. Even with all the debris around them. But the Invisible was still able to just barely out run the larger Victory. The whole bowsprit was taken off by the fire received by the fort, and now the main course, foremast course, and the spanker sails were mostly shreads now after the incounter with Victory. The crew had already thrown atleast 16 bodies over board(16 is a hell of a lot for this time era on these ships) There were holes all over the gun deck and quarter deck. And he was sure if he looked, they would be gapping hole on the port side, the side the Victory had come up on during the short time. But soon they would be out of this mess, just have to get around the french ship.

"Prepare starboard batteries! Wait for my signal! And Lieutenant Hans, take down the colours, raise our flag." Lieutenant Hans quickly lowered the flag, which usally means that the ship is surrendering, but there was no way William would give up, no matter how much the crew wanted to. Although all of them knew they couldn't as they would be hanged. So they all fought for there lives. Hans started to raise "the flag". It was a red flag with black cross like the St.George Cross flag.

"Here we go captain."

"Go down and tell the doc to prepare for more bodies."

OOC: dont worry Caladonn, if your captain is a fast talker, my boys wont blow you up lol just kidding.

OOC: Okay, thanks Reallydrunk.

Delesa, Henri saw you fighting the British, so it doesn't really matter, it amounts to the same thing.

Also, Maldorians, what's your ship like and such? And the two other British ships? Basically, would it be an even fight between the French and Pirate ships and the British ones?

IC: Captain Henri raised the speaking trumpet as he got within range of the pirate frigate with the strange flag. He spoke in French, saying, "Greetings, monsieur! I know that normally our ships would be deadly enemies, but look in front of you! There is a great force of Britain, whom we both hate. Surely our three ships can defeat them, and the plunder will be enormous! Monsieur, I believe that together we should fight them! What do you say?"

"God damn Bill! The frogs are talking to us, and in fairly good english. What do we do?"

"What the hell are they saying?"

"They want us to turn around i beieve sir."

"What the devil! Does that captain not see the condition of my*begins to stroke the rails and the wheel* wonderful baby?" The captain looked up and across he gap tp the french ship. He put his hands on his mouth forming a funnel, "Do you not see the condition of my ship? What do you propose i do Captain?"

HMS Victory cut to the left turning her port guns in the direction of the escaping pirate ship, Williams heart raced,

"Open fire!"

Mcdonald gave the order to the gun deck,

"OPEN FIRE!"

Cannon after cannon fired at the pirate ship, the two British ships that approached moved in quickly with their guns ran out preparing to fire at the enemy,

"Captian! the pirate ship is almost crippled, that French vessel seems to be making contact sir!"

Captian Hart glaced through his telescope at the vessels getting closer to one another,

"Alright Mr. Smith! give that pirate ship another volley then attack the French vessel with our starboard side!"

"Aye, aye Captian!"

HMS Victory fired off two more full volleys at the pirate ship then cut right..

"Captian!" yelled Mcdonald...

"Open fire!" yelled Hart...

The Starboard side of Victory started firing at the pirate ship...

"If we can't catch up to her! we will bloody well blow her out of the water..."

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Anne watched from the balcony as Victory attacked the enemy vessels,

"Father..they fight two at once.."

"Do not fear Anne, for it isn't even crossing the mind of the men aboard that ship.."

OOC: To Capt. Hart, feel free to RP the other British Ships.

OOC: Before I post, are the other two British ships frigates, or sloops, or what?

OOC: I have no idea, im hoping it's somthing fairly large...1st rate man 'o' war i hope :).

OOC: Aw, come on... give me a chance lol. All I've got backing me up are one pirate who hasn't posted, and one who's wounded, and both of them haven't even agreed to help yet...

ooc:before I post how many troops are on my ship and any boats in the area?

OOC: well there is 2 pirate ships,(mine and some ones who hasnt posted in a while) 1 french vessel, and i think 4 brits.

The captain starred across at the french ship, ata the man yelling at him.

"Captain, the frog is speaking english!"

"So i can hear." William coughed and cupped his mouth, "Captain, if you haven't notices, my ship has taken a beating and she probaly cant take a whole hell of a lot more. I think we should retreat and come back with a better plan."

"let's beat it. Move it you landbubbers. Open fire at any british vessels."

"YOu heard the captain. Move!"

There was a small firefight with a british and the pirate ship but the Corpse Legacy was victorious.

"Ahhh another ship to the bottom."

ooc:my pirate ship is escaping and will see delesa

OOC: Before I post, are the other two British ships frigates, or sloops, or what?

OOC: A corvette and a galleon.

"Ahhh another ship to the bottom."

ooc:my pirate ship is escaping and will see delesa

OOC: Did you just sink a ship?

ooc: yea i sunk a small fishing vessel

After ‘recruiting’ more sailors and repairing his ship Reginald decided to launch an attack on the Spanish ships coming from Santiago. Sailing from Tortuaga he began to search for a ship off the coast of Cuba.

ooc:what country are you?

OOC: I am a French sponsored pirate.

"Surely we can take them, Monsieur!" Henri responded. "My ship has 60 guns, we are the equal of any one of theirs, and with the other pirate ship, we should be able to defeat them."

The La Rochelle ran out her guns and turned to face the British ships- they were still relatively far away, however, so this action would already be halfway to turning and fleeing the scene of battle if need be.

OOC: That's good... how powerful exactly is a galleon, and Maldorians, what about your ship? So far we have:

British
40 gun 5th rate (Reallydrunk)
Corvette (TWSP)
Galleon (TWSP)

Pirate/French
60 gun 4th rate (Me)
28-gun 6th rate (Delesa)
Unkown ship type (Maldorians)

OOC: Reallydrunk will RP the two other ships. A galleon is more or less like the "Black Pearl" (which was a modified Galleon with less guns for more space).

OOC: So about how many guns is that?

so then do do we choose which ships and whose dosent? i mean i would be pretty up set if my ship sank already...hehe even though i did some damage, but how do we choose who sinks and if the pirates really take Port Royal? I mean i dont think Reallydrunk wants to see the Victory at the botom of the sea, unless i can woo him into allowing us haha

ooc:my ship is a 5th rate 33 gun ship (33 gun i think if im wrong tell me )

Occ: I am ready to jump in somewhere, you have any suggestions.

bump

Occ: I am ready to jump in somewhere, you have any suggestions.


OCC: I guess no one has any suggestions

"As to your question, I'd call you a liar, as I am sure you are" replied Rogers calmly, parrying a blow. "But I've no doubt you do have a valuable secret or two. As to your first comment, I have indeed fought pirates, brigands, bandits, and all other manner of unsavory rogues, up to, and including mother-in-laws, although that particular duel was one more of words than of blades, not unlike the one you seem to be trying to engage me in. As for your other comment, about not being able to render assitance while we are engaged in this combat, I feel bound to point out that, after I gave you a chance to convince me your were more valuable as a partner than a prisoner, you blew up a cache of perfectly good rum and drew a blade on me, in addition to which, you were in fact the one who made the first attack."

He thrust at Jack's left shoulder, while still speaking.

"Now, if you'd like to try convincing me now, I'm still listening, although you'll understand if I'm somewhat reluctant to sheathe my blade with yours still drawn."

OOC: Sorry for going AWOL for a little bit... school just started recently.
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IC:

Jack smiled and tilted his head slightly. He had always wondered what a Captain like this would do in certain situations. For a seeming British Captain, Rogers was a top-rate fellow, and quick to his wits. But not as quick as Jack. But in an instant, Sparrow took a liking to the man. Yes, a liking in fact, that he believed he wouldn't mind spending some time with him. In peace perhaps...

It was time to reveal plan B. That way plan A would never be known. At least not to Rogers.

"Dear Rogers," Jack spoke, slashing the thrust that the Captain threw at his shoulder. The blades fell harmlessly off each other. "I would never have created such a disturbance if your boy had not stuck his gun in my face. But I will overlook it," a gleam came into Jack's eye and he lowered his voice, almost whispering, and leaned his head in a little. "What if I told you that I have a map. A map that will lead to a great treasure find. No, that's going too short. What if I told you I have something far better than a map. Something that could lead you to your heart's desire?"

No, it wasn't the compass that Jack had hidden on the island some two hours ago. It wasn't many of the other unique treasures Jack possessed. No, it was simple. It would decrease Jack's plan by a step, but it would forward it by a bound.

"Captian, I have a key that not only will lead you to the treasure, but will open it as well."

Jack playfully thrust his sword at Rogers and exchanged a few blows.

"How about we make a deal. If we peacefully put aside our weapons, have your son there put down his gun and return to the boat, and I will use the key to help you find treasure beyond your dreams. Once we find the treasure... you let me go free, and you never have to worry about that ship of yours again."

bump

Rogers paused for a moment, and then nodded. He took several steps back, out of Jack's immediate reach with the sword, and sheathed his blade.

"Very well, Captain. We shall sail to your treasure. But keep in mind, I am not a fool, and when, that is, if, you double cross me, I will be ready."

He nodded to Johnson, who lowered his pistols.

"My curiousity, I admit, is piqued by this 'key' you speak of. Although, judging by your story thus far, I half expect you to tell me it will unlock Davy Jone's chest."

Maiden Voyage


Captain Jacquotte Estades stood beside the navigator as her brand new 240 ton, 32 gun brig of war called the Vengence cleared the mouth of the hidden cavern she had found on
Lands End “ [I]Full sail navigator, make for Montserrat, I have unfinished business with to attend to there, I will be in my quarters.” said Captain Estades. “ Aye Maam “ answered the navigator.