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Post by Taya on Oct 3, 2006 0:22:06 GMT
"Alas, no. But I thought since you are the Captain you might have some plan." Jack said with a bit of a smirk.
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Post by Mr Spock on Oct 3, 2006 10:38:51 GMT
Angel grinned. "I ALWAYS have a plan, Jack You should know that by now. However, my plan involves this bottle of rum," she waved the bottle of rum for effect, "and me drinking it until I am suitably intoxicated."
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Post by Taya on Oct 3, 2006 17:45:16 GMT
"Which shouldn't take long" Jack laughed.
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Post by Mr Spock on Oct 3, 2006 18:27:44 GMT
"Indeed, never underestimate the power of a single bottle of rum," Angel laughed, taking a swig again from her bottle. "Thankyou for your rescue attempt, Jack," she started, in a more serious voice, "It was very brave and un-pirate-like of you. Almost compassionate." A shrewd smile creased Angel's face.
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Post by darkferret on Oct 3, 2006 20:24:52 GMT
Captains log: HMS Victorious.
Six days out of Jamaica and we have encountered no Pirates. Came across two French merchant vessels and let them pass unassailed. No need to start international tensions so soon after we got done with the dutch.
The men are in good spirits. Cookie is about as good as the come. Meals have been almost edible. Which for ship's food makes them a feast.
Eight Days out of Jamaica.
Encountered tow small raider sloops. I ordered out flag to be lowered until the made an attack run on us. Must have been desperate. Victorious is not a very large vessel and would have held little booty had we been a merchant ship.
Seems we will see what this crew is really capable of now.
J.R Davis. Lt Commanding officer signing out.
His uniform would not have passed for a horse blanket. Not at one of the high society gatherings his family was used to attending. But then James, Robert Davis had been away from polite society for the past ten years. One of them spent in a Dutch prison barge. Such things tended to leave a man altered. He had learned a few things in those short years though. Namely how to fight a savages war. And he was bringing that to this command.
"Mr Gibbens. Break out the muskets. Have the Marines ready the rifles."
"Sir" the ships master made a quick salute before relaying the orders.
James removed the blue wool over coat and rolled the sleeves of his white under shirt up.
"Port guns 1,3,6 and 10 loaded with chain. 2,4,5, and 7-9 standard rounds." Even with two vessels giving chase he was more focused on the charts and analyzing the wind. He loaded two pistols and set his calvary saber on his sash. "Starboard guns 1-10 all standard rounds."
Men worked the sails making the fine adjustments to maximize the use of the wind. They were an efficient crew. The very pinnacle of seaman ship. Even so the two were soon in range to attack and it was then he made his move.
"Mr Gibbens Raise the colors. bring us about starboard. Guns 1-6 target the flanking vessel."
Again the orders were given. Davis almost wished he could see the faces of the raiders who were making the attack when the realized they were not going up against a simple merchant Vessel, but an outright warship.
It was going to be an interesting day.
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Post by black on Oct 4, 2006 20:12:23 GMT
Slim started gutting fish whistling through rotted teeth as he prepared the stew, stew was what he almost always made, it never set out as stew but it always seemed to end up that way. It was a standing joke among the crew whats for supper stew always stew. Slim smiled as the ship gently rolled over the waves it was good to be back on the seas, none of them under the hangmans gaze. Slim hated the land and the captin was as much a mother to the whole crew, it would break the spirit of the ship to lose her.
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Post by Taya on Oct 4, 2006 20:15:48 GMT
"Ha, compassionate?" Jack laughed. "And if I hadn't, You would come back to haunt me until i went mad. And you know that you would."
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Post by Mr Spock on Oct 4, 2006 20:18:41 GMT
Angel laughed. "Maybe, maybe not. You never know." she winked and went down into the ship, into her quarters. Seeing her haphazardous bed against the wall, she sighed and fell onto it, trying to work out at which point she'd began just pirateing for the sake of pirateing. It was never about the piracy. It was always about the money. But now... Angel didnt even know why she was running Sea Valkyrie. Was it just because she could? Because they needed her? Or something deeper?
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Post by Taya on Oct 4, 2006 20:27:01 GMT
Jack sighed and took the helm, needing the distraction. He steered the ship out to deeper waters and towards the caribbean. At least it would be warmer there and who knew what merchant ships they would come across.
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Post by darkferret on Oct 5, 2006 18:38:45 GMT
"And may his soul rest eternally in your arms O Lord. Amen"
James recited the end of the prayer as the Marines slid the bound body of Darrel Gibbens into the Briny depths. A life long sea faring man. He fell when the Shark's captain fired off a pistol at point blank range.
The buccaneer did not know what hit him when Lt Davis went off on him. He parried desperately as the British officer attacked with a fury that was utterly unexpected from a high born noble. It was more like a savage.
The men pulled their captain off of the battered corpse when they found him. He was still hammering blows into him and completely covered in blood and gore when the fighting had died down.
"Captain sir... the Shark's men.. they have surrendered... They want to.."
"Sink it.."
The order was received by stunned silence.
"Did I not make myself clear?! Mr Archer.. send that gods cursed boat to the bottom. We do are not wasting our time taking these bastards prisoner."
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Post by Mr Spock on Oct 7, 2006 12:17:56 GMT
~~~~~~
It was dark. The crew of the Sea Valkyrie were down in the galley, drinking themselves stupid and eating like pigs. Angel, however, was sat in her quarters, alone. There was food before her, but she wasn't exactly hungry. She took another swig from her bottle of rum and continued to stare at the large map pinned to her desk, as if the answer would leap out at her.
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Post by Taya on Oct 9, 2006 15:14:02 GMT
Well not all the crew was in the galley. Jack was at the helm staring at the open sea before him and the stars dancing off the water in the dark. As much as Jack Sharpe was a pirate, he was also a romantic. Yes, he could be hard and cold when it came to killing someone or taking them hostage or stealing every last coin to their name, but he was also passionate. Passionate for the sea. Passionate for the free and exciting life he led. Passionatein bed. And passionate about Angel.
Jack need some rest to clear his thoughts. He spotted one of the helmsman only half drunk, thusly half sober. After having him take the helm Jack headed down below to the barracks to sleep. He paused at Angel's door briefly but then went off to bed. Sleep was not a willing mistress tonight, but eventually she was kind to him.
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Post by Mr Spock on Oct 9, 2006 21:14:40 GMT
Angel, however, did not sleep. Not at all. Not even when she heard the rest of the ship in silence. Not even when she saw, through her cracked window, the sun rising over the ocean waves. She just stared blankly at her map, still swigging from the almost empty rum bottle. Suddenly, she slammed the bottle down on the table, even making herself jump.
"I've got it!"
She stumbled out of her cabin (for the rum was not without conceqeunce) and into the barracks. "Aliright, GIT! I want everybody up, everybody manning deck, I want us in the caribbean by sunset!"
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Post by darkferret on Oct 9, 2006 23:30:56 GMT
One would not have thought him a British Naval Officer as he made his way down the dark streets of sailor's cove.
It was late and he should be returning to his ship. It was often considered unseemly for a captain to be so familiar with his crew. Certainly his compatriots back in London would scoff at the idea.
But then again it had been on hell of a party. James had not been able to remember the last time he had so much to drink. Rum. It was a really shoddy drink. No sane man would drink it. especially without mixing it off. Then again no Sane man would have survived the frontier wars either.
Using that logic, it was not too difficult for the boys to convince their captain to join them in the revelry. Though it was supposed to be a wake for the late Mr Gibbons, it instead turned into a celebration of an honest Mariner's life.
But now the party was over, and James was trying to make his way back to the ship. It was then he heard several crates being overturned.
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Post by Taya on Oct 10, 2006 3:40:00 GMT
Jack groaned and in his sleepy haze he addressed his captain in a fashion that was probably not the best.
"Angel, you git. We already are heading for the caribbean." Jack complained.
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