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Post by Court Baron Butters on Feb 21, 2014 22:23:33 GMT -5
Pierre removed his sword form the soldiers stomach, watching as the hole he had created oozed blood, Pierre kicked the soldier onto his back, another soldier ran up to the captain, he was clearly not very well trained, waving his sword in every direction as he came towards Pierre, to retaliate the captain lifted his sword up horizontally the Brits sword crashed down upon it Pierre sword flew out of his hand.
The soldier had thought he won the battle he gave a huge grin, and held his sword straight at the captain, Pierre's face remained emotionless, and the Brits expression changed as he noticed this, he looked down to see that Pierre was holding a gun perpendicular to his torso. Before the soldier could even look back up at, he was shot.
Pierre holstered the flintlock to the straps on top of his vest. He turned to look at his first mate, who had just finished off a soldier by knocking him off the side of the boat, and grinned. He walked up to his first mate, and began talking to him in French.
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The rifle wielding soldier was not prepared for the sudden assault by Captain Gordon, the soldier stumbled over falling on his ass, which may have saved his life in the following seconds the Captain had jumped out of the way of a cannon which would have struck the soldier had he not fallen to the ground, he looked down at his chest, and found that a small slash had been put on it. He gathered all of his strength - while still on the ground - And sited in a shot at the captain who had turned his back to him.
While the Brits stood there waiting for the pull of the trigger, they were once again attacked, by the sailor designated: Buckweiser who had slashed at the soldier with the sword violently, they parried each others attacks for a short while until the pirate managed to get a sharp jab at the torso of the British sailor. The second soldier stood prepared, he kept his dagger low, ready to block any attack directed at him, When suddenly from the crows nest of the ship came a pirate swinging from dangling rope he waved his sword at the head of the soldier. The head hit the floor, and the body soon followed it.
The courageous pirate however had unfortunately miss-calculated the trajectory of his decent, as he had quickly flown to the opposite side of the ship in seconds and was forced to let go of the rope as he was over the sea.
The captain of the British ship sat back on his old destroyed boat at the helm he watched as his men were slaughtered on the enemy vessel, and grabbed the pistol from his holster, he sighed reluctantly, and looked up at the sky. 'I'm sorry.' With those words he took the pistol to his head, and began applying pressure to the trigger.
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 26, 2014 3:48:52 GMT -5
Jerome, who had been about to ask the Commodore if he wanted a hand, heard the warning from Henkie. He turned to his said, about to ask Henkie why, when he saw the cannon. It's fuse was lit, and it was pointed directly at the group. Jerome yelled at any crewmen around him to duck, while jumping to the side himself. The boom of the cannon sounded, and the fighting lulled for a moment as everyone stared in shock, before continuing the fight.
Jerome glared at Henkie while he dusted himself off, before yelling.
"What in the bloody hell were you thinking you idiot? You could have hit me, or the Commodore!" He grumbled as Henkie's wooden leg got trapped in something and contemplated helping. Henkie had shot a cannon at him, but on the other hand, they didn't see eye to eye on most things at the best of times anyway. The Commodore was already rushing to his side, so Jerome decided everything was fine there.
He turned around, looking at where the spread of shrapnell now lay embedded into the side of the deck. Jerome could literally feel the anger on his face.
"That fucking idiot, look what he did to the ship. Repairs better be coming out of his wallet or i swear to god..." He grumbled, before picking up his swords that lay scattered on the deck beside him. He looked over towards the slowly sinking British ship, striding across the deck towards it.
"We'll speak to him later, for now, lets see who runs this poor excuse for a crew."
The journey across the deck, over a ladder and onto the deck of the other ship was eventful. Jerome ran into four more Brits, receiving a cut in his left leg and another in his left shoulder for his troubles. He grimaced as he limped onto the deck of the British ship, his dark pants stained from the wound. He had bound it with a strip of cloth off one of the soldiers coat, managing to stop most of the blood from pouring out. He looked around for the captain of this sorry lot, easily identifiable from the common crewmen. he saw the captain, sitting near the helm, watching the battle play out. 'Coward' he thought, letting his men die fighting pirates while he himself watched from the sidelines.
The British captain, pulled out a pistol, mumbling as he pointed it towards his head. Jerome's limped up the stairs toward him, angry that this man would take his honour and his life to escape the hands of pirates. This man was even worse than a pirate, he was a dog, unworthy of any pity. Jerome himself would bring him before Commodore Gordon if he had too, at the very least to show him how a true captain works. He reached the top of the stairs as the captain stopped mumbling, looking up at the sky. Jerome cursed, aware that he wouldn't reach him in time. He realized he still had one loaded pistol, deciding to take the chance. He draw it, aiming at the captains hand and firing. Hoping to sever the nerves and stop his hand from working, or at the very least blow the whole damn thing off.
Time seemed to slow as the shot streamed towards the captain. Jerome noticed he had been holding his breath, and as he released it, time caught up with him. He blinked looking towards the captain to see the results.
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Post by Urukdragen on Feb 26, 2014 16:06:23 GMT -5
While Henkie was trapped in the hole The Commodore came to rescue him. When he pulled himself out of it with the Commodore's help, he retrieved his weapons and Holstered them, while he did that the Commodore spoke to him and said:
"Fuck me Henkie, be more careful with that cannon next time.
Henkie did a step backwards with his wooden, made an bow while spreading his arms and responded to Gordon with:
Everything to protect you Sir.
While doing this he looked past the Commodore and saw the Rifle wearing soldier aiming for Gordon, and an blade flew over his head missing it by few Inches. So Henkie grabbed his Commodore just under his knee's, he trew him over his own body and over the soldier that attacked him and said:
Everything Sir, Remember that!
when he trown the Commodore he stretched himself to give it more power, but made him more vunerable to hit. and when the Commodore was flying trough the air made the Rifleman his shot. Henkie saw the smoke comming out of the barrel and heared the shot, but smilled at the rifle wielding soldier at a crazy way. Then the bullet striked Henkie, just above his right hip in his stomach. Henkie made an Brutal grunt but didn't flinched. He started to walk towards the rifleman, slowly, with his axe and sword drawn in both his hands, his arms stretched out next to his legs. when he was close enough he made another load grunt and trew his axe towards the soldier, followed by a vertical strike of his blade aimed for the neck of this soldier, Hoping to strike off his head if the Axe didn't already killed the man.
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Post by Sabess on Feb 28, 2014 22:03:02 GMT -5
Gordon was surprised as he was suddenly thrown through the air, soon hitting the ground with a thud. He noticed Henkie now walking away, seemingly bleeding or somehow hurt. He rose from the ground and got his bearings, now noticing Henkie attacking the soldier. Before he could help, or do anything for that matter, another British soldier rushed him, hoping to get a stab in. He managed to dodge, the soldier embedding his blade in the wall. Gordon laughed and rose his fist, quickly jabbing the soldier in the face. He then drew his sword and slashed at the soldiers neck, blood splaying across the wall.
Gordon made his way towards Henkie, however was quickly distracted by more soldiers. Three of them now approached him, however he stood his ground. Another pirate, whom had been sneaking behind one of the soldiers, made quick work of two of them. He forced his sword through one of their stomachs, and drew his pistol, quickly killing the other. The last soldier managed to take him down, taking a swing at his neck and hitting his mark.
Gordon and the soldier circled each other, their weapons pointed. It was obvious this soldier was, at least, more experienced then the others he had faced. They swung at each other, however only managed to parry each other. Gordon was finally given an opening as the soldier went for an overhead slash, allowing him to sidestep. He drove his sword into the soldiers side, enough to kill him. He caught his breath at the soldier lay dead, ready for more.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Feb 28, 2014 22:38:10 GMT -5
Pierre tapped his lug of a first mate on the shoulder as they finished conversing, he pointed over to a bloke with a grey beard, who had just finished off a couple of soldiers, after being shot at.
"Wow."
'You think that's the captain, cap'n?' the first mates voice had a low pitch boom to it, which seemed to cause the floor to vibrate every time he spoke, he was a towering man, originally born in France, his father and mother were brought there from a small village in Africa, and lived in poverty most of their lives, luckily for him he was accidentally freed from his cruel shackles after a pirate raid on the docks in which he worked.
"No, leave the old man to his battle, i'm sure the captain of such a large vessel is much younger, and filled with more vigor than this fellow."
The captain turned around to look at the crew he had brought over, they had all survived onslaught of the invading British ship.
"Well on you, me boys, I knew I made the right choice when I picked you up off that British dock--" Pierre was cut off at the very end of his sentence, by a charging Brit, one of the few remaining on the ship, he had been hiding out below decks, and was prepared to make his final stand.
Charging for Pierre he yelled 'For the king!'
Pierre's head darted in his direction, the man was nearing the captain, but at the last second was yanked out of his stride, by the first mate, who grabbed him firmly by the neck, he walked the soldier over to the headmast, and began bashing his head into it.
When the deed was done, he strolled back over to captain, and remarked 'For the captain.'
In retort all of the crew members Pierre had brought along chanted 'For the captain! For the captain!'
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The rifle wielding soldier managed to get his shot on the commodore, but it was obstructed by the pirate known as henkie, The soldier frowned as he saw this, but the expression was taken away from him by the impact of the axe forced into him by the pirate.
The captain seemingly on the other side of the planet had his pistol to his head, saying his final prayers, as he held the piece tight. The sudden crack of a pistol rang out, the captains eyes shot opened. Was this heaven, he looked to his right and realized he was still aboard his ship, his shoulder had a large bullet hole in it, he was rendered speechless, and turned to his left. A sailor stood there, pistol in hand. The captain coughed sharply, and dropped the pistol onto the ground, his hand fell limp at his side, the bullet had enough inertia to plow through the captains arm, and into his shoulder. The pirate was lucky he didn't kill the captain from the angle at which he was standing.
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Post by Sabess on Mar 3, 2014 5:19:14 GMT -5
(I'm going to say this once again, as some of you may have not seen this. Butta's NPCs are just that. HIS NPCs. This means you cannot auto/godmod/powergame whatever you want to call it. You can control the British soldiers he is NOT NPCing. Just issuing this statement once again as there have been several incidents. Thanks.)
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 4, 2014 5:12:29 GMT -5
Jerome limped over towards the British captain, the midday sun beating against him, his clothes soaked in a combination of blood and sweat. He reached the hunched over figure of the captain. He had dropped his pistol and was holding his shoulder, a profusely bleeding hole gaping in its center. The slowly sinking ship lurched, and Jerome fell to the floor. He picked himself back up, then closed the gap between himself and the captain.
"Sorry sir, but i'm afraid i can't let you die just yet. First you gotta meet the Commodore." He smiled, putting the captains arm over his shoulder and hoisting him up. He slowly made his way towards the front of the boat, occasionally stopping to avoid toppling over. At the half-way point he even got a strip of clothe from a nearby soldier to wrap the captains wound, as he wouldn't be worth much to the captain as a bloody corpse. He finally reached the front of the ship, the ladder was still there, but it had changed from basically level with the ship to quite steep. He called out, hoping to get the attention of one his comrades on The Black Skull.
"Oi! Anyone up there? I need some help! Got a special delivery for the Commodore, and it's a little too heavy to lift up this ladder myself." After a short moment, the head of a Brit popped over the rail. Jerome's eyes went wide as he tried to reach for his sword. He heard a short bark of laughter, as one of the crew looked over, bringing up his arm to reveal the head within his hands. Jerome laughed too, before glaring at the crewman.
"Never do that again lest you want it to be your head in my hands." The crewman got the message, hoisting up the barely conscious captain while Jerome climbed up below.
Standing on the deck of the Black Skull, he noticed how low the ship actually was. Another minute or two and he would have been swimming. He threw the captain over his shoulders, slowly making his way towards the Commodore. Most of the fighting had died down, only a few small skirmishes remaining, and then ending as more pirates joined the fight. Jerome could see the Commodore a few meters away, so he gave a shout in his direction.
"Gordon! I got you a present, from the Brits ship. The scumbag was going to kill himself, but i don't think he deserves the easy way out. I am sure you agree."
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Post by Urukdragen on Mar 4, 2014 6:04:54 GMT -5
After Henkie finished off the Brit rifle wielding soldier he retrieved his axe from the man's head. Now the adrenaline has faded away he felt the pain of the bullet wound and he started limping over towards the Commodore. heavilly cursing in dutch with every step he take.
When arriving to the Commodore he noticed Jerrome with the british Captain so he walked a bit closer and talked to the two
Ah! Jerrome you did something usefull for a change, what do we got here?
He laughed and gave Jerrome a pat on his back but it was followed by another curse and he looked down. he now noticed that he was bleeding. he became dissy in his head, othermans blood was no problem but when he saw his own blood he always got dissy and most of the time's he would faint and go knock-out for a while, just as now. but before head butting the deck he said
Boss, I think I don't feel so good, please don't have fun without me. prom-
and with a loud bang he felt on the floor. he would probably be awake in several hours but that would be in the hospital room of the ship and he hoped that The Commodore and Jerrome would wait for him to have fun with the Captain of the British ship.
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Post by Sabess on Mar 7, 2014 21:41:51 GMT -5
Gordon laughed as he saw the British captain being dragged towards him. "Good job, boy!" He glanced around, noticing all the Brits were slaughtered. Henkie soon joined in praising Buckweiser, but before he knew it, passed out. Gordon crouched down to inspect his wounds. "Bloody gobshite." He whispered, raising himself from the ground. He left Henkie there for a short minute before returning with another pirate, whom acted as the ships doctor for the most part. "Fix him up, and any others who are bleeding all over the bloody place." He commanded, now inspecting the Captain.
Gordon noticed the Captain was wounded himself. "Hm. Oi, doctor!" He shouted, calling the pirate over once more. "Stop his bleeding. Don't do much else. I'll decide what to do with him later." With that, he turned to leave the Captain, noticing the Frenchmen now on his ship. He placed his hands behind his back and approached the man who seemed to be Captain. "I believe we have some business to discuss, Frenchie." He told the Frenchmen, both to ask and get his attention.
Gordon noticed the few dead British soldiers around the French, although he wasn't sure if they were the Frenchmen's work. He smirked as he noticed a small amount of blood on one of the Frenchies, proving that at least one of these bodies were their doing. He awaited a response as he investigated the scene.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Mar 8, 2014 21:03:47 GMT -5
Pierre was tickled by his crews retort and let out a mild belly-laugh, "Well on you mates...now then, let us find the captain of this rig."
Pierre turned around and was left face to face with the grey bearded man he saw earlier. He stood, and blinked at the man for a moment before the captain opened his mouth.
'I believe we have some business to discuss, Frenchie.'
Pierre cleared his throat, and spoke with a deep French accent. "Indeed we do, mayhaps you could point me in the direction of your captain, old man?"
The first mate walked behind Pierre towering over him, he cleaned his blade off on a small rag. The sword of his was unlike most others, a Bastard sword rather than the cutlass which was more typical of a pirate, he sheathed the massive saber, and glared at the man who had approached his captain, with his arms crossed - revealing large black biceps, made defined by his years working on docks, and plantations in the east.
Pierre chose to ignore the his towering first mates protective nature, he put his hand on the hilt of his rapier, sliding his thumb upwards to reveal part of the blade. All the while Pierre never once took his eyes off of the man who had approached him.
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The captain of the English ship would remain completely silent as he was held against his will aboard the black skull.
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 13, 2014 2:38:27 GMT -5
((As this is pretty much just a dialogue moment between Butters and Sab, i'll skip this time.))
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Post by Sabess on Mar 19, 2014 2:19:59 GMT -5
Gordon laughed at both the minor ignorance and hostility of the French captain. It was justified, but it still amused him. "You're bloody talking to him." Gordon put his laughter to a stop as his tone turned stern and serious. "And it'd best if you didn't flash your weapons like you're tough shit, matey." Gordon nodded to the weapon the french Captain had partially unsheathed.
With this, Gordon patted the hilt of his own sword, somewhat of a threat. In addition, two pirates stepped behind the French. They were not trying to be secretive, nor harmful, simply attempting to 'convince' the French captain to refrain from trying anything.
Gordon continued, expecting the Captain to put away his sword, or at least what was partially visible. "But I didn't invite you here to help slaughter British soldiers. We were going to..." Gordon stopped for a second, struggling to find the right word. "Dock, that land over there." Gordon pointed to the mass of land they were originally planning on attacking. "But given the bloody circumstances...." He kicked one of the dead British soldiers, and continued. "Doesn't look like we'll be doing it. You're free to leave, Frenchie."
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Mar 19, 2014 18:36:15 GMT -5
'Doesn't look like we'll be doing it. You're free to leave, Frenchie.' The old man went on about his captain-hood, and how he was to be assaulting a mass of land, and Pierre listened along with disinterest as he spoke.
"Ya know...It's entirely unfortunate that you won't be attacking those ruffians over by the docks." Pierre turned his head towards the two pirates which had approached the large group of men he had brought along with him, and then chuckled slightly to himself. He turned back to the captain, and spoke "I was about to lend you these fine men standing behind me too, some of the finest English speaking boys on my crew."
He looked back at the sickly looking crew, and then back to the old man for further comment. "You see I've been taking in more crew than I've been able to hold, and could use with some much needed purging, but I guess i'm forced to take them to some other ship."
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 28, 2014 21:55:58 GMT -5
(You guys are still talking, SKIP MEH!)
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Post by Urukdragen on Mar 30, 2014 17:03:47 GMT -5
((Me too still passed out))
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