<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/8ac5fc45copy-1.jpg">[ img ]</a>(one of the two images I use for him)<br/>Name: Jacoda Crow<br/>Age: 17 Â½<br/>Rank in society: Pirate Captain Of The Bloody Wing<br/>Extra Information: Turns eighteen in two weeks<br/>Is a modern day Jack Sparrow<br/>Wears a pirate bandana around his forehead but not over his hair. (see image included)m<a class="postlink" href="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110405194247/fallout/images/0/0d/Bandana.png">http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb2 ... andana.png</a>m<br/>Wears a black trench coat that has all sorts of random shit in its numerous pockets and has no sleeves. Just covers the top of the shoulders.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Jacoda was steering his vessel when he heard the cry.<span style="font-weight: bold">THE NAVY ARE HERE!!!!</span>He rolled his eyes and handed the ship over to Richard the second mate. â€œMAN YOUR BATTLESTATIONS! WE TAKE ON THESE NAVY DOGS!!! ARM THE TORPEDOS! LOAD THE CANNONS! WE SHALL BE VICTORIOUS AGAINST THESE INTERLOPING NAVY DOGS! For we do not want to end up in their grasp. We shall be tried and hanged. When we are hanged the rope will be tight and break our neck. With our necks broken we shall have no more high sailing sea side adventures. So we do not want to end up in their grasp.â€ â€œAYE AYE CAPTAIN!â€ The crew shouted as they began to arm the torpedos and load the cannons the good old fashioned kind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€PULL THE VESSEL OVER AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR! THIS IS THE U.S. NAVY AND WE DEMAND IMMEDIATE SURRENDER. SURRENDER NOW OR WE SHALL OPEN FIRE!â€ The Navy captain ordered.</span>Jacoda laughed. â€œThey wish us to surrender I think not. FIRE THE TORPEDOS!â€ He commanded without hesitation. â€œTORPEDOS FIRING CAPTAIN!â€ Came a voice of a crew member. Jacoda watched as the navy fired counter torpedos but still two of their torpedos hit the ship with a loud explosion. â€œFIRE THE CANNONS! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!â€ He commanded over and over again. He was bouncing with excitement. Oh they were going to win against this Navy ship. The fire between torpedos that The Bloody Wingâ€™s cannon fire soon drove the Navy to retreat.<br/><br/>â€œAvast ye scury dogs! We have won this war. We shall never reliquish our treasure!â€ They began to party as they sailed around the outer side of the US towards California. Known for many riches and things of that nature. The night fell and Jacoda was steering his vessel diligantily. Silently the first mate began creeping up on the captain while all of the rest of the crew were sleeping. He had thrown the second mate, loyal dog that he was, in the brigg to do this. Now he took a heavy iron pip and slammed it down on Jacodaâ€™s head. Watching as the captain fell down in a slump with a knot on the back of his head. He dragged him away from the wheel. Taking them to a dock and dragged Jacoda off the ship. Throwing him onto the sands and turned the ship around. â€œBye bye crazy captain. I am now the captain of The Bloody Wing.â€ He smirked and sailed off into the sunrise.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Jacoda groaned as he began to wake. His head was throbbing and aching. His head hurt like a bitch that just karate chop bitch slapped him. He twitched on the sands for a second. Soon he was sitting up spitting out sand. â€œYucky. I suppose that puts a new terminology to the term sand...wich.â€ He said as he made a face. He stood up on shakey legs. Crumpling again for a second. His land legs needing to kick in. He slowly stood back up on wobbly legs. Soon gaining his standing and looked around. â€œNow this is not my beautiful ship The Bloody Wing.â€ He whirled around and saw a ship so far in the distance but he recognized the back designs, hard to see as they were, as they sailed off into the sunrise. â€œCOME BACK WITH MY SHIP!â€ He yelled even though it was too late. Running into the shallows. â€œCOME BACK HERE YE SCURVY DOGS!â€ He yelled though it was pointless. It had to have been Martin, his first mate, who had done this to him.<br/><br/>Wasnâ€™t that fine and dandy. Now he had to figure things out. Maybe he could be a land pirate for a bit. Yes! That was a wonderful idea! Brilliant even! He would become a land pirate until such time as he could commadere a vessel from probably the Navy. Though with how many people manned the Navy ships it was going to be a difficult, but not impossible, mission to do. He would do it and continue to wear his pirate garbs. He tightened the tie of the bandana he wore like a band over his forehead. The back was beneath the back of his hair. This would be the biggest high flying adventure yet! Still SUCKED he was stuck on LAND!!! He was a pirate stranded on land. Well California city...meet Pirate Captain Jacoda Crow.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>He had been walking for a while when he came into the city further. People stared at his strange outfit but he didnâ€™t even care. He was contemplating a diabolical scheme. Okay maybe it wasnâ€™t diabolical but it wasnâ€™t exactly positive deeds either. He walked and looked around. Taking in his surroundings when he ended up in front of a museum. What amazed him about the museum was the large mouthed cannon in front of it. His minds gears began whirring. A cannon was always fun to shoot yourself out of. There appeared to be a building that was being taken down so he could help with that. A four story building would be a good thing to shoot himself through. He walked to the cannon and moved it until it was aimed at the four story building that was falling apart. He smiled impishly and climbed into the cannon. Lifting up enough to stick a fuse with gun powder in. Taking a lighter and lit the fuse. Sinking in further and put his arms at his sides.<br/><br/>â€œReady..... Aim......... FIRE!â€ He yelled. The sound of cannon fire echoed as Jacoda was shot out of the cannon with so much force he sailed through the lower glass windows, smashed through the support beam in the middle and kept going through two more empty buildings. The first building began to topple and sway. Falling backwards into the second building. Which in turn began to sway and topple backwards into the third building. Jacoda rubbed his head and groaned before hearing the tell tale creaking that the third building was about to come down. Laughing he jumped up and ran away from the now collapsing building. He didnâ€™t escape unscathed as glass rained down on him and a piece of flooring landed flat on top of him. He groaned again with swirls in his eyes for a second. Then crawled out from under the board. He looked and blinked. â€œOops...â€ He said with a smirk. â€œDominos. So cool! Letâ€™s do it again! That was so much fun!â€ So says the man covered in bruises and scratches from the glass windows. Pulling a shard out of his arm and took an extra bandana. Tying it off so he didnâ€™t bleed to death.<br/><br/>Then to bring his laughing fun to a close he heard sirens. Now what the devil was that noise? Suddenly three police cars and a FBI van pulled up and surrounded him. â€œPut your hands in the air and donâ€™t make any sudden moves.â€ Called out a cop. He smirked a bit. â€œSudden moves?â€ He laughed quite happily. This was great. Now he had to come up with an escape plan. However all escape routes were covered. Except up. He went to grab something from his pockets but the sounds of safetyâ€™s on guns clicking off stopped his movements. He put his hands back up in the air. â€œGet down on your knees. You are under arrest for the destruction of three city buildings and the illegal use of an antique cannon. It is against the law (whispered lowely...I think) to do such actions. Your destructive actions will be viewed as minor terrorism.â€<br/><br/>Jacoda just stared at them as the FBI began to talk rapidly with the cops who quickly seemed angry with them. The FBI agent Bruce Tanner approached Jacoda. â€œHand over any weapons and place your arms in front of you.â€ Jacoda shook his head. â€œIâ€™m afraid I can not do that. For you see I am quite fond of my guns. They came to me from my great grandpa. I can not hand over family heirlooms to crazy American gunsmen. Since they are antiques and family heirlooms I can not do that.â€ The man looked at him. â€œYou will hand over the weapons as this is a matter of national security.â€ Jacoda smiled impishly. â€œNow why does that concern me? I am just a man from the sea and not of this country. Why does your national security matter to me?â€ He asked with a laugh. Not taking this seriously.<br/><br/>Bruce approached Jacoda and began taking the guns, there was quite a few of them, and handing them over to another agent. â€œDo you have any other weapons on you?â€ He said as he began to pat him down. â€œDefine weapons.â€ Jacoda says with a laugh. â€œCome now this is the first date arenâ€™t you a little up close and personal.â€ He said in an almost drunk sort of way. He wasnâ€™t drunk but he could act like it. Bruce cuffed him while the man was talking. â€œWhy the hell are you dressed like a pirate sir?â€ â€œNow if I were to answer that I believe that would be self incrimination. Donâ€™t you Americans have a law against self incrimination. I am claiming parley.â€ He said with a grin. Bruce tightened the cuffs and Jacoda was pushed into the back of the van. A gunsman agent had a gun trained on him. However Jacoda was already evaluating the situation. Taking in the making of the handcuffs and every so slightly stretching the cuffs a bit open despite the pain to himself.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Miles later they arrived in Washington at the White House. He is dragged from the back of the van and paraded all the way through the front doors. Many stared at Jacoda and he just stared and laughed. â€œGood day. Good day. Good day to you all.â€ he said as if he was not a prisoner considered to be a risk to national security. He was dragged to before the president. â€œSir? We have collected an issue all the way from California. This...pirate appearing man shot himself out of an antique cannon and leveled three four story buildings. Sure they were unpopulated but he destroyed the buildings with himself as the projectile. And...â€ â€œI am busy. Take him to my daughter. Let her deal with him.â€ â€œBut sir...â€ â€œI said I am busy. She is in the conference room. Now go away.â€ â€œAs you wish sir.â€<br/><br/>Jacoda smirked at the idiocy of the president. Still ever so slightly loosening the handcuffs. Once again being dragged through the hallways of the building. His gaze darting left to right as he took in his surroundings. Plotting the best escape routes. Oh yes. He planned to pull a Houdini soon as he didnâ€™t have numerous guns trained on him by special agents of the FBI. He rolled his eyes but that playful somewhat crazy seeming grin never left his face. He was such a great actor. Suddenly one of the agents had a brain blast. â€œThis boy is a pirate!!!â€ Jacoda laughed. Well duh idiot. Though he was neither confirming nor denying this manâ€™s accusation. Merely smiling impihsly with a crazy mysterious gleam in his eyes.<br/><br/>The agent named Bruce shoved him into the conference room where a young woman around his age stood. He stumbled and laughed as he almost crashed into the floor. Catching his balance last second and stood up. Bruce looked at the young woman. â€œMaâ€™am. Your father told us to bring this young man to you for you to deal with. We have come to the conclusion he is a pirate based on how many knives and guns we confiscated from him.â€<span style="font-style: italic">Not everything you idiots didnâ€™t feel deep deep into my pockets.</span>Jacoda thought to himself. Poker facing the young woman near his age. â€œHe used the large mouthed antique cannon in front of a Californian museum to launch himself as the projectile through a four story building designated for demolition. He went through two other buildings which dominoed due to the first one. He destroyed three buildings and we are deeming him a risk to national security.â€ He paused for a moment. â€œThe president said you would deal with this situation. I will leave him in yours and your secret service detailâ€™s hands.â€ With a salute Burce and the other agents left. Shutting the door behind them.<br/><br/>Jacoda just laughed. â€œUptight group of people arenâ€™t they? This is such a twist of fate do you savy?â€ he said with a light laugh. He moved his wrists a bit more. Keeping the movement light and hopefully not drawing attention to the fact he was little by little wiggling his way out of these handcuffs. He smiled a bit. â€œSo dove what are you going to do with me? Throw me in a brigg house?â€ He said with a light laugh. His eyes twinkling with playful mischief. He moved towards her only to get shoved back. â€œNow that was uncalled for. I was not going to hurt her. I was going to get a closer inspection. Upon closer inspection I would have gauged her threat level. I was not going to touch her. As such the shoving was uncalled for.â€ He said. Having a circular conversation about it being unnecessary that apparently lost several of the secret service agents. A goofy grin on his face as he was restrained from moving towards her again. â€œSo what is your name dove?â€