The Golden Age of Piracy - The Siren's Call
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				Title: <strong>The Golden Age of Piracy - The Siren's Call</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 02:58:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/black_pearl_at_sea.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Siren's Call</span></strong><br>A quick, sturdy two-masted ship with two lower decks and dark sails, the better to sail undetected at night, and rows of oars on the bottom deck to enable a getaway on windless days.<br><br>The lowest deck is additionally the location of the brig and general storage, when fully stocked with ammunition and food, enabling a stay of perhaps two or three months at sea. Shackles line the oar ports, ensuring they can use their prisoners for labor if they need to make a getaway and are low on manpower. The middle deck holds the canon ports, four on each side, as well as the galley on the stern end, with the sleeping quarters for the crew and infirmary on the bow end.<br><br>The upper deck holds the navigation room directly below the poop deck, the captain's cabin below that, with a storeroom (complete with two canon ports facing forward) up under the forecastle deck. A pair of longboats, prepared for escape if the ship goes down, are strapped to the upper deck - though with a full crew, they would certainly not be enough to save every crewmember. <br><br>(Ship schematics are examples only to make it easier to figure out where the rooms are - they are not accurate to this particular ship)<br>(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/ship.gif)(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/poop-deck.jpg)<br><br><div align="center">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/pirateinterior1.jpg)(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/pirateinterior2.jpg)(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/pirateinterior3.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Siren's Call</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 04:37:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Mr. Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.0)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Sirens Call Brig<br><strong>Languages:</strong> Spanish, English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Himself[/floatleft]<br><br>Mr. Smith realized for the first time in his very long career that he was not a fan of the brig, as the captain of one of his own vessels for much of his young life, he had loved the brig, a boozed subordinate could cool off in one, a stowaway could be left to rot away in one a potential hostage caused no trouble in one and a treasonous dog could stew before the good captain pushed him into the deeps with a cannonball tied to his ankles, these had all been pluses to this day. Now he was spending time in one and he realized just how damnable boring it was.<br><br>He had much preferred the Spanish prison, everyone was rowdy if the good captain had been bored he would just get in a fight, have a conversation and if worse came to worse there was always one pretty lookin boy he could pretend was a girl as he made whoever the poor soul was suck dick or take one up the arse for the good captains sake. Here however no such luxuries were afforded.<br><br>He went into his coat pocket and removed the small flask of liquor he had smuggled aboard. He shook it, "Enough to get drunk?" He asked the question aloud but there was not even a guard to take it from him. Clearly people didn't think much of dead captains these days he considered... He took a good swig and shook, "Mmm good stuff." He considered. He wondered if it were strong enough to burn through bars, the thought amused him than made him ashamed...<br><br>"How could I ever consider wasting good booze on something as petty as escape?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Siren's Call</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 08:51:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Captain Acosta (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.0)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Siren’s Call<br><strong>Languages:</strong> Spanish, English, Portuguese<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mr. Smith, other crew<br><hr>Katarina slowly made her way down the steps to the brig.&nbsp; She wasn’t accustomed to taking prisoners, unless of course, they had a use.&nbsp; She still marveled at the twist of fate that brought this “Mr. Smith” to her ship and placed him in her brig.&nbsp; Captain Acosta seldom liked attacking the Spanish.&nbsp; She much preferred a neutral partnership with them.&nbsp; After all, it was easier to use their ports if she didn’t have a price on her head there.&nbsp; The reason had outweighed the consequences and a rather despicable type of man ratted out this Mr. Smith as being a man of import.&nbsp; The crew had taken it in their minds to take him and ransom him, and when the crew had something firmly in their minds, only a fool of a captain would deny them.&nbsp; Mr. Smith was obviously somebody other than who he claimed, and she knew men who had secrets could both simultaneously be valuable and dangerous.&nbsp; The measure of both she hoped she would soon discover.<br><br>While there were plenty of women pirates aboard the Siren’s Call, Mr. Smith was not one.&nbsp; So, Katarina was dressed in a fashion to disguise her gender, baggy clothing that both made her look larger than she was as well as concealing her decidedly feminine curves.&nbsp; Her hand rested upon her cutlass, short dark hair under a Captain’s hat, she strolled toward the iron cage and the man within.<br><br>”Aye, would be a waste of liquor that,” she answered his question in her thickly Spanish accented “manly” voice.<br><br>”Now, what I would be wondering, is why you would wish to take leave of our lovely hospitality?&nbsp; Surely you don’t have anywhere else to be?”<br><br>She eyed the man’s flask for a moment and cursed the lay-abouts she called a crew.&nbsp; Someone would be flogged for not searching the man closer.<br><br>”You don’t happen to have another secreted upon your person?&nbsp; It’s poor manners to drink alone.”<br><br>Her almond colored eyes, framed within her weathered face, studied cage’s bars, built directly into the boat itself.<br><br>”The last person who thought about escaping swung by his neck from the main mast until the birds pecked away his flesh.&nbsp; I’d hate to see the same fate befall a gentleman such as yourself, Mr. Smith.&nbsp; Perhaps you can give me cause to see that that does not happen again?”<br><br>The crew could have their fun with him as he hung.&nbsp; It was better to have no loose-ends upon her vessel.&nbsp; They had too many secrets of their own to protect.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Siren's Call</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 19:24:12</strong>
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				"And I am grateful for you're kindness good..." His eyes focused on the pirate in front of him considering the outfit, "Sir." <br><br>He tapped his nose and chuckled, "However two things need to be changed first, you need to know the hospitality can be improved, I have been left to my own devices down here, I have been so desperate for company I am willing to talk to myself about escape just to hear another voice." He grinned, as if notifying her that he had succeeded in his mission, "And the second my good captor, is that this is the only whiskey I managed to get aboard, now I can live without water, and I can live without food but deny me my whiskey and rum and ill rot and die faster than any man you have ever met."<br><br>He took another gulp of the drink before offering her the last sip, course he was polite a sip for him was a good amount, "For my last drops you willin to tell me what your crew would be wantin with an old surgeon, I doubt I can be of much use to you unless you deal with regular injury aboard this here fine vessel.<br><br>His hand moved around his throat, "It ain't just so you can decorate your masts I hope, cause I am still a fan o' my neck."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Siren's Call</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 19:44:32</strong>
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				She chuckled, the man had spirit.<br><br>She declined the flask with a wave of her fingers, "hate to deprive a man of his last sip.&nbsp; A man should be allowed his vices after all."<br><br>"As to why you are here.&nbsp; It seems that while we were freeing a portion of my crew one of them overheard a little pidgeon squeaking.&nbsp; Apparently it claimed that you are a man of import.&nbsp; The sooner you tell me who you may be valuable to, the sooner we can get you tucked away somewhere you have more than a sip to drink."<br><br>It was true the ship needed a surgeon, but she'd prefer to trust a monkey with a scalpel over a man.&nbsp; Especially a man who happened to be currently in her brig.&nbsp; Besides the man seemed to have a keen eye and inquisitive mind, not always a good match.<br><br>"Tell me, where did you have the good fortune to study medicine?"
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				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 03:10:01</strong>
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				"I should be, shouldn't I pretty boy..." <br><br>when she spoke of importance his face never broke, a pirate knew how to lie, and a captain had to be especially good, long ago he was told the best lies were near truths, "I imagine it has something to do with being the Surgeon on a former ship, the captains worth a bit and they thought I could deliver them the goods... I can't though last I heard he was dead like the rest o' my mates." <br><br>he shrugs lightly and goes to sit back down, "I just wanna live out the rest of my life on the sea. As for where I learned, I learned like everyone else from another of the profession older and wiser than myself... Damn fine surgeon too my first attempt was after he fell to scurvy and I had to bleed him I remember him lecturin me while I tried to work it right... Nearly killed the old sea dog but he pulled through told me I had a knack been practicin ever since."<br><br>He looked to her, "May I ask what you do?" He thought for a moment, "You must have some rank to be speakin to the man in the brig, since guards don't sound half as smart as you, and I doubt I could have slipped this past you could I?" He shook the flask, and finished off the last gulp.
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				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 03:21:43</strong>
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				Katarina laughed.&nbsp; Pretty boy, she'd heard worse.&nbsp; Not on her ship though, "you'll be mindful of your tongue, Mr. Smith"<br><br>She watched his face and regarded him for a moment.&nbsp; She couldn't tell if he was lying or not.&nbsp; Still didn't mean she trusted him.<br><br>"How long were you in that prison?&nbsp; When were they going to hang you?"&nbsp; She wanted to get a feel for the man's merit.&nbsp; Prison's didn't usually keep pirates around for long, unless they were of particular worth, and he'd given her a reaction when she'd mentioned hanging before.<br><br>"You know the crew will likely turn sour if you're freed.&nbsp; What would you do in that case?&nbsp; Side with the stronger party or stay loyal to the Articles?&nbsp; You would sign the Articles to be freed, would you not?"<br><br>She paid no heed to his question.&nbsp; If he was smart enough he'd know that only officers would be allowed to question a prisoner, and only the Captain could free him.
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				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 03:51:11</strong>
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				"Any day, I think they meant to frighten me. I was never handed a time for execution..." A truth. When she spoke the second lot of words his good humor ended however, "Of course ill sign the articles, what kind of pirate would I be if I didn't follow the code." He crossed his arms, "I may be down on my luck but I am a man who honors our kinds ways... Course every vessels different What is your ships code?"<br><br>A fair question he never made a man sign without knowing the ships rules he recalled. Looking back to her, he had to wonder just how high this fellow ranked, was he even dealing with a captain? That would of impressed the old dog, cause this one looked young and seemed even headed. He could do worse even if he would be serving his junior, small sacrifice for the sea.
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				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 04:59:38</strong>
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				She had brought the bloody Articles up, had she not?&nbsp; She groaned as she pulled out a ledger and read from it.<br><br>”One.&nbsp; Every soul shall have a vote if affairs of the moment.&nbsp; The Captain is to have two full shares; the Quartermaster is to have one Share and one Half; The Doctor, Mate, Gunner and Boatswain, one share and one auarter. <br><br>Two.&nbsp; If any soul shall offer to run away, or keep any Secret from the Company, shall suffer what punishment the Captain and Majority of the Comapany think fit.&nbsp; <br><br>Three.&nbsp; If any soul shall steal any thing in the Company, or game, to the value of a Piece of Eight, shall be hung until the body ceases to move.&nbsp; <br><br>Four.&nbsp; Any who strikes or abuses another in any regard shall the Captain and majority of the Company see fit.&nbsp; <br><br>Five.&nbsp; All shall keep their blades sharp and arms clean and ready for engagement.&nbsp; <br><br>Six.&nbsp; If any soul shall loose a digit during engagement, shall have 400 Pieces of Eight, if a limb, 800.&nbsp; <br><br>Seven.&nbsp; Whoever sees a sail first, shall have the best pistol small arm aboard her.&nbsp; <br><br>Eight.&nbsp; If any time you meet a prudent woman, that man that offers to meddle with her, without her consent, shall suffer present death.&nbsp; <br><br>Nine.&nbsp; That soul who snaps arms, or smoke tobacco in the hold, without a cap to his pipe, or carry a lighted candle without a lanthron, shall receive Moses’ Law (40 lashes) on the bare back.&nbsp; <br><br>Ten.&nbsp; No talk of breaking the Company till that share has earned a thousand Pieces of Eight.”<br><br>The ledger slid back into her jacket’s breast pocket and she glanced at Mr. Smith.&nbsp; <br><br>”Do any of these Articles give you pause, Mr. Smith?&nbsp; Would you be willing to sign them, on your honor, as a Man of Fortune, and follow the code until you earned your thousand Pieces or God took you from us?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 15:06:08</strong>
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				"Hand me a quill, none drive me to pause. I will honor your articles, earn my gold or die happy aboard your vessel." He indicates eight, "You have women aboard dont ya?" he eyes the person speaking to him and smirks and nods, the dots connected quickly for the older pirate but it did not stop his oath his hand remained outstretched for the pen. He had allowed at least two of women onto his crew, both had been fiercer than anything he recalled seein... They had impressed him once.
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				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 15:27:40</strong>
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				She nodded.&nbsp; Well a surgeon could be worth his weight in gold and then some, if he was capable.&nbsp; <br><br>"The Articles themselves are on the Captain's door, Mr. Smith.&nbsp; You'll be brought before the crew to sign in a proper ceremony.&nbsp; All of your questions will be answered after you sign.&nbsp; In the meantime, I'll be sure to send some food and liquor down to you.&nbsp; Do you require anything else?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Age of Piracy - The Siren's Call</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 15:37:44</strong>
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				He brought his hand back in, "The weapons you captured me with, will they be returned they hold sentimental value?" Really it was his only request if he had liquor he could survive any storm including boredom in the brig.
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