The Captain's Secret - Event Thread
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				Title: <strong>The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>01-04-2019, 21:10:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Event Thread</strong></span></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>This thread is specifically reserved for all special events in 'The Captain's Secret'. Any scenes directly related to this event should be placed in here. A start of every event with location, date and time will be provided - once an event is closed no more posting will be allowed until the next event.</em></span><br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/hOGsdsw.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Links to Other Threads</strong></span></span></strong></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Out of Character Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300545.0)<br>Accepted Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.0)</span><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">IC Threads</span></strong><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Esperanza - Top Deck (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300620.0)</span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Esperanza - Middle Deck (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300994.0)</span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Esperanza - Lower Deck (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300995.0)</span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Esperanza - Captain's Quarters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300996.0)</span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Esperanza - Navigation Room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300997.0)</span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Erotic Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301003.0)</span><br><br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 12:03:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>First Event:</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 26pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Taking the Cipher</strong></em></span></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Objective:</strong> The Esperanza is waiting at the far end of the Turks Island Passage for a French merchant vessel to pass on its way to Marseille. Although it's hardly an impressive ship, the Captain is confident that a special relic is hidden in its hold. Her instructions are clear: board the ship, take the cargo, and leave no one alive.<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Day 2 | 11 AM onward<br><strong>Location:</strong> Turks Island Passage | The Esperanza and Merchant Vessel <em>Le Mistral</em><br><br></span><br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 16:15:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51JuEU6%2B-lL._SX466_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Black<br><strong>Location:</strong> Esperanza, leaving Port Royal<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2 | Late Morning (11:00 AM)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting to strike<br><hr><br><br>It had been a hard day's sail and the crew had performed well.&nbsp; There were notable exceptions of course but on the whole they had done better than Devon had any right to expect a new crew to perform.&nbsp; They'd posted extra watches as they sailed through the night and now that they were at anchor north of the Turks, all they needed to do was wait.<br><br>Devon was rather pleased with the place he'd chosen to conceal the ship.&nbsp; They were behind a hill, so the masts were hidden from sight.&nbsp; He'd debated entering the bay but decided against it, it was open enough that the wind would fill their sails when raised but if they needed speed immediately, there might be some delay in reaching open water.&nbsp; He wanted nothing to come between him and satisfying the captain's wishes.<br><br>They'd posted a lookout by the point, in a longboat.&nbsp; They'd spot any ship long before they were spotted themselves and would be back to the <em>Esperanza&nbsp; </em> long before she would need to hoist anchor.&nbsp; They would be ready to strike when the moment arrived.<br><br>The crew waited in a variety of ways.&nbsp; Some slept.&nbsp; Some tended weapons for the fourth time.&nbsp; One or two, Devon noted,&nbsp; checked the various ropes.&nbsp; He'd done the same thing, twice.&nbsp; Now he waited at the helm, ready to give the order to set sail.<br><br>"Longboat's coming!" cried the lookout.<br><br>Whatever activity was going on halted as everyone took their stations and waited for the boat to come within hailing distance so they'd know what their prey would turn out to be.<br><br>"Stand by to ship the boat," Devon called out, as eager as anyone to hear the news.&nbsp; More-so, actually<br><br>"She's a two masted brig, flying French colours," announced the lookout.&nbsp; "Fifty footer.&nbsp; Not under full sail but close.&nbsp; I'd expect her to hoist more canvas once she's into the trade winds."<br><br>Devon nodded and looked at the captain.&nbsp; "We can take her easily.&nbsp; I'd give her a few minutes to clear the channel and then give chase.&nbsp; You'll have your prize within an hour captain."<br><br>It was actually forty two minutes before the merchant ship cleared the point and Devon gave the orders.<br><br>"Hoist the anchor!&nbsp; Raise the sails!&nbsp; Let's show our captain what we're made of!"<br><br>Once ship was underway and the battle was about to commence, the <em>Esperanza</em> would belong to the captain and first mate.&nbsp; This moment?&nbsp; This moment she was <em>his.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 23:33:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/sivThwe.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Argus McFinnegan<br><strong>Position:</strong> Master Brewer &amp; Cooper<br><strong>Location:</strong> Esperanza, forward deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ready for a fight</span><br><hr><br>Argus stood towards the front of the ship, the salt air filling his nostrils. Having spent the night sobering up, or as sober as Argus ever got that is, his head was clearer and he was ready for some action. After four years away from the Esperanza he was ready for adventure once more. And in her usual style the captain did not disappoint, promising glory and bloodshed on the second day the crew was out of port. With his trusty shillelaghs on his belt Argus was itching for a row. They had passed out cutlasses and some pistols to sailors who did not have their own, but Argus had turned them away. His style of fighting didn’t mesh so well with anything sharp and pointy. As for guns, we’ll... let’s just say guns and alcohol mix as well as you’d expect. As the navigator called out his orders Argus began to grin.<br><br>As the men around him flew about readying the sails, hoisting up the anchor, and preparing for the coming battle, Argus took his usual spot, by the railing towards the bow of the ship, grappling hook in hand and ready to board. With his free hand he reached into his shirt and pulled out his flask. He threw back a big gulp and smacked his lips. Today was a good day for killing. Argus watched as his fellow crew mates readied for battle, and standing above it all was their captain. He watched her as she stood above the organized chaos, and for a moment he thought her eyes met his. But as this happened he turned away, looking back out at the sea and their prey. He hadn’t run into her directly yet, and he wondered how long that would last. Not sure he was ready for that confrontation Argus took another drink from his flask and tried to bring his head back from the past and to the battle that was about to happen. Yeah, a good fight would keep his thoughts occupied. Gripping the railing with his free hand the fiery haired man stood ready to throw down.
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>03-04-2019, 04:03:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/472018719456100362/545318329728893048/ae65ccc835e994bbb2e2b97efd5564c0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lourdes Joie<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Royce O'Malley, Sarah Jackson, Open <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Preperation<br><hr>Lourdes was not particularly religious.&nbsp; She'd made her prayers in french and latin growing up, of course, but only because if she hadden't she'd have been beaten severely.&nbsp; She was more fond of Orisha of her homeland that family still worshipped in secret back in Haiti, but she didn't speak to them very much.&nbsp; It just wasn't her way.<br><br>That didn't stop her from putting some stock in the old ways.&nbsp; She sought out her friends from yesterday, Sarah and Royce.&nbsp; She'd taken three musketballs and wrapped rope around them so they could be hung from the neck. She found each of them and held up the ball in front of them. "Ogou's Iron."&nbsp; She said.&nbsp; "You kiss it before battle and it keeps you safe."&nbsp; She said adamantly.<br><br>She demonstrated, picking the ball as it sat above her breast cleft and brought it up to her brown lips and kissed it.&nbsp; She spoke some words in Youruba and gave them a sly smile.&nbsp; With that done, she turned around and and began clambering up to the mast.&nbsp; Up there, she sat on precariously balanced on the wooden pole and let her leg hang down to keep her balanced.&nbsp; She'd only have one shot up here before she'd have to make her way down and find some other way to help out, but she fully intended to make it count as she hefted her smooth bore musket and rested it crossed over her bent knee. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grizzly</strong> on <strong>05-04-2019, 06:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Royce-Closeup.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Royce O'Malley<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Esperanza, Main Deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lourdes, Sarah, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting Ready<br><hr><br>Royce, seated on the ships rail, checked the load in her pistols for the umpteenth time.&nbsp; It wasn't that she was nervous about the upcoming action, rather she was excited about it.&nbsp; This was her way of keeping herself busy while waiting for the order to climb the mast and set the sails.&nbsp; Her mismatched pair of pistols, each acquired from a different owner during previous adventures, had been cleaned during the voyage and had been freshly loaded with powder and ball from the ships armory.&nbsp; She slipped them into her belts, one resting comfortably close to the hilt of her cutlass.&nbsp; <br><br>She was just slipping one pistol into place when Lourdes appeared and offered her a musket ball on a rope.&nbsp; Royce watched as Lourdes demonstrated the ritual and decided that it couldn't hurt.&nbsp; She kissed the lead ball and then tucked it beneath her vest.&nbsp; "Thanks, Lourdes.&nbsp; I'm not sure who Ogou is, but if they have you speaking on their character then that's good enough for me.&nbsp; It's always good to know that there's someone watching over us and keeping us safe." she said with a smile.&nbsp; "Are you ready for this?&nbsp; Nervous?&nbsp; Excited?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yobo</strong> on <strong>07-04-2019, 21:13:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/02/85/c8/0285c851c21a8d6382e748884b2b0bd5--pirate-art-pirate-queen.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Jackson<br><strong>Position:</strong> Finally in her right element<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day two - before battle<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lourdes Joie and Royce O'Malley <br><strong>Content:</strong> Ready to fight...<br><hr><br>There were a lot of things Sarah wasn't comfortable with, like proper etiquette or trusting someone. She was downright awful when it came to preparing a meal, and she had a temper that got her in trouble way too often. Even something as simple as not showing up hungover and doing nothing but sit in the shadow all day on a new ship was beyond Sarah's capabilities. But at the moment everything was as it should be in the world. As Sarah mentally prepared herself for battle, caressing the hard steel of her sword as she did, she felt relaxed. Tranquil. She was in perfect balance. The idea of using her fighting skills to send her opponents into an early grave made Sarah make a pleasant noise, the kind of noise you make when you know something good is coming your way and you just know you will love it. <br><br>Fighting, which of course included killing and maiming your opponent, was the one thing Sarah knew she loved. Fighting was the one constant in her life, the one thing she knew she was great at. The thing she loved more than anything else in the world. Sarah had no interest in treasure or riches. All she wanted and all she needed was the fight. If Lourdes wanted to live like a queen on Haiti she could have all the treasure as far as Sarah was concerned. Riches was a burden Sarah did not need, all she needed was her trusty blades and cutthroat attitude and she was all set.<br><br>"I'm excited," Sarah finally said in a husky voice dripping with anticipation. "I can't wait to get my blade wet." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>11-04-2019, 06:16:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.5lMNSpLoNt1MPQpoVAGwfAHaJ4&amp;o=5&amp;pid=1.7)</div><strong>Name: Chiana Blackvail</strong><br><strong>Position:</strong> A.B.S., Rigger, Master thief and general entertainer <br><strong>Location:</strong> top deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; open<br><strong>Content:</strong> getting ready<br><br><hr>They'd only been on the open ocean for two days and already they'd set their eyes on a price. Or more so their captain had, not that Chiana was complaining. Getting some quick prizes right off the bat would set them up rather nicely. Though Chiana couldn't help but be curious if their Captain had this particular ship in mind for a reason. Not that she was going to question the woman. Captain's word was law after all.<br><br>So Chiana sat crossed legged on a set of boxes on the top deck. Her skin tingled with excited and almost electric energy that was already rushing through her system. Her hands smoothly ran over the hilts of the short blades strapped to her hips. Merely two of the countless she had on her person at that time. Granted there were a few items that Chiana was never without. A blade of some form, her thieves tools, the necklace from her father and the first coin she'd ever nicked. Not that Chiana was the best front line fighter of the crew, but she'd at least hold her own. More importantly, she was able to get them into the holds of the ship and find any hidden nooks and crannies they might be hiding any loot in.<br><br>Chiana found it hard to sit still as they waited for the ship to come into view. Her boots hit the deck without a sound as she hopped off her perch. Smooth steps carried her across the deck till she was looking off to the side. A slow easy smile coming to her lips, "I can't wait to see what this lovely girl has in her holds for us," she said with a warm bit of laughter as Sarah mentioned getting her blade wet. The woman was certainly one of the blood thirsty of the crew, but in the world of piracy there were all kinds. And that easily included ones that were in it for the hunt, be it blood or treasure. Chiana leaned against one of the masts and sighed, "Just wish it would get here already, I hate the waiting game." she spoke, clearly she was not one of most patient of the crew.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grizzly</strong> on <strong>11-04-2019, 06:33:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Royce-Closeup.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Royce O'Malley<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Esperanza, Main Deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lourdes, Sarah, Chiana, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting Ready<br><hr><br>Royce grinned at Sarah.&nbsp; "You certainly sound like you're looking forward to it.&nbsp; A wee bit of wanting in that tone." she said.&nbsp; "It's understandable and I like it.&nbsp; Should we be standing behind you then, so as to not get in your way?"<br><br>She looked over at Chiana as the newcomer approached.&nbsp; "I can't wait to see our Sarah in action either.&nbsp; Those French may not appreciate the view however."
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				Post by: <strong>El Maligno</strong> on <strong>11-04-2019, 23:28:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.tvgcdn.net/mediabin/galleries/shows/a_f/bi_bp/black_sails/season1/black-sails-09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lawton "Dead Eye" Townsend<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Esperanza, Gundeck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Battle Ready<br><hr><br>Lawton had just finished checking the powder and the rest of the cannons when he decided to gather up his gear. It was time to do what he did best. While he was sure the crew could perform their jobs well enough he knew they were not nearly close to his standards. He would have to be sure the cannon he manned (Matilda) hit their target in the most vulnerable of places. The main-mast would be his first target. He would fire at it until it broke then he'd move on. Walking over to his hammock he grabbed his gear. Strapping more knives and daggers on his person he finally brought out his pistols. Taking them out he checked to make sure each one was battle ready. The knives he knew were ready since he cared for them every other day, but his guns he hadn't used in a while. Carefully he made sure nothing would go off in the middle of him running around giving orders. He didn't need want to kill himself with incompetence. All around him people moved itching for battle. Everyone had their rituals. Ways to steel their nerves or to ready their minds. Lawton was ready. He knew what to do. He believed in the captain and the ship. He trusted the men and women around him to follow her orders as law. <br><br>Belting the pistols to his person he moved over to the nearest porthole. Looking out he got a nice whiff of the sea. It calmed him. Soothed him for the chaos that was to come. He watched outside for a long time. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>12-04-2019, 13:58:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://marriedbiography.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/Michael-Jai-White-4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marisol (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691583#msg14691583)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Esperanza, Main Deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Royce, Lourdes, Sarah, Chiana, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crew Check<br><hr><br>&nbsp;The crew seemed to be anticipating the interaction.&nbsp; He could see some enjoyed the chase like their navigator, some thought of the anticipation of the interaction.&nbsp; He was a bit surprised that a few of the female members seemed to be itching for a bit more, it was seeming like it was the violence.&nbsp; He noticed the trio that became a duo and he over heard their talks of deities and protection.&nbsp; He found the conversation interesting he didn’t add his two bit as it wasn’t important.&nbsp; He had only a inkling of religion, probably enough to get by…probably enough to deceive those that weren’t deeply into it.&nbsp; Everyone had their own religion whether they believed it or not.&nbsp; In the end they prayed to someone or something, even Davy Jones himself.<br><br>He looked over everyone taking in view of most he was dressed more vest, it was just chest padding. It wouldn’t stop a musket, but would make blades a bit less effective against him.&nbsp; He wanted to make sure everyone was ok for the most part, he could take care of a few wounds…he was no doctor but he didn’t know all of these people…but he wouldn’t get the chance to know them if they didn’t come back and he was going to do his best to see to it that they did as was his job and he wouldn’t let anyone think he was a failure at that.&nbsp; <br><br>He found himself approaching the women there they were rather exceptional and he couldn’t help but to admire them all..the impatient and bloodthirsty as well.&nbsp; Even he had to admit the was glad they were on his side.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>24-04-2019, 15:13:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FsSwBxR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosette de Courtenay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691423#msg14691423)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Captain<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Esperanza | top&nbsp; deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong> Day 2 | 11 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Devon | Lawton | Sarah | Chiana | Lourdes | Royce<br><strong>Content:</strong> Event Stuff<br><hr><br>The ship cleaved through the water with the same kind of hunger that its captain, nay, its entire crew seemed to feel. If there was any doubt as to whether this new ragtag band of pirates deserved their place aboard the Esperanza, now was the time to clear it once and for all, and Rose was hopeful, almost adamant that each of them was going to prove themselves worthy. <br><br>“We’ll easily outpace her,” she said, watching the ship through her spyglass for a moment. The merchant vessel was as unimposing as she had described it to her officers; the Mistral was not sailing in a way that begged to be noticed. But the French’s efforts to sneak their way across the Atlantic would soon prove in vain, and the returned pirate ship and its shiny new crew would not leave a soul to tell the tale of the Esperanza’s glorious, merciless victory. Rosette was eager to get into the heart of it, and it showed in the way she stood bouncing on the balls of her feet, subtly but noticeable to anyone standing near. Right now there were only Devon and Liam, and it was the sailmaster she addressed first. <br><br>“Master Black,” Rose commanded, “I trust you can handle the chase. Liam will stay near and assist you, but if there was a time to prove you’re deserving of being here, now’s the time to show it. Let our girl stretch her legs a bit, but don’t take any unnecessary risks.”&nbsp; Rose angled her head towards the helmsman. “We can’t afford to make any mistakes here.” <br><br>She more jumped than bounded down the stairwell, and then straight down to the gundeck, where Lawton was surrounded by so many skittering powder monkeys and more physically capable men and women to handle the - his - cannons. She paced past them, subjecting the guns to a final and, she suspected, incredibly redundant inspection that she was sure her master gunner would be offended by if he noticed. “I would ask you if you’re ready,” she half jested, “If I hadn’t sailed the world twice over with you already.” With her hands clasped at the small of her back she nodded, a sign of hard-earned respect towards Lawton. “Cripple ‘er fast, Master Townsend. We need her grounded and boarded before any other ship catches a whiff of what we’re up to. Make sure it’s not sunk before we return with the cargo. I trust your aim’s as sharp as it was four years ago?” Rose paused, and she cast a brief look around again, furrowing her brow. “Say…” she said, not without wonder, “Where’s that little mouse gone?” The young girl that she’d spotted descending to the lower decks, indeed seemed absent now, and Rosette wondered if she’d found purpose elsewhere. Perhaps in the galley, aiding Nancy in her efforts. That chef was something else all right, and she wondered if she would find the Esperanza’s cook up on top, joining the other swordsmen and -women. <br><br>The Captain didn’t linger long, and when she resurfaced on the main deck, she glanced briefly towards her first mate, then to her navigator as well. Everyone looked ready and anxious, impatient for the impending battle. Rose marched towards the front, briefly halting at the trio of women she’d spotted the day before. They were now accompanied by Chiana, and Rose found herself quietly approving of that fact. Although she wouldn’t tell Chiana so out loud, she was protective of the girl, and had she been a less capable pirate than Rose would have been tempted to hide her in her quarters throughout this encounter. Not that she would tell Chiana as much, but there was no denying that ever since they’d found the girl clinging to driftwood out at open sea, she had <em>mattered</em>, for lack of a better way to describe it. And much to Rose’s chagrin, she found that she didn’t want the girl to perish. <br><br>As the Esperanza came into view, the merchant vessel grew visibly anxious, and with full sail it went speeding off into open waters. It was a sight that Rose adored, and she looked up to the main mast. “Time to hoist our colours!” she called out, and with true pirate flair the black flag was raised. Theirs was a black and white depiction of the traditional skull, but rather than the crossbones a white, thorny rose was draped horizontally across the lower half of the Jolly Roger. <br><br>Satisfied with the sight of the flag that had been left unused for far too long, Rose stepped in to the gathering of women, noticing that one had cfound a more elevated spot than the rest. She briefly sized up Chiana, if just to see if she was prepared enough, then cast a smile at the others, one filled with confidence, bordering on arrogance. "We'll be the first ones to set foot on that ship," she said firmly, "Make every bullet, every slash of your sword count. We're not taking prisoners today, ladies." Rose let her gaze linger on Sarah then, and she gave her a teasing, almost taunting wink. "Hope you slept off that hangover, sailor,"&nbsp; Rose said, "I'm expecting nothing but your best today."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yobo</strong> on <strong>24-04-2019, 19:34:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/02/85/c8/0285c851c21a8d6382e748884b2b0bd5--pirate-art-pirate-queen.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Jackson<br><strong>Position:</strong> Finally in her right element<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day two - 11 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lourdes Joie, Royce O'Malley and Captain Rose<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ready to fight...<br><hr><br>Sarah grinned at Royce. "Well, it would be a lot safer for you all if you let me do my thing and just hang back." Sarah had a bit of an ego when it came to her fighting abilities, but to be fair she was as good as she thought she was. "I'll even let you watch my ass if you stay out of my way," Sarah joked as the captain came over to them.<br><br>"A hangover wouldn't have stopped me, captain!" The captain on this ship certainly was something else. Sarah's experience with captains had been far less delicate, and more stinky and beardy. This version of a captain was far more pleasing to the eyes. "Even if I gave it only half of what I got I would still shred this cowards to little pieces of stringy meat!" Sarah declared proudly, she wanted the captain to know just how good she was. And soon she would be able to show her as well. "But for you I'll give it my best," Sarah assured the captain, the need to impress the captain growing ever stronger. Who knew what might happen if Sarah proved herself capable enough, like she knew she would. Maybe an invite to the captain's cabin, with all the possibilities that held. "You looking mighty fine today, captain! I'm looking forward to seeing you in action as well!"<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>26-04-2019, 21:57:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51JuEU6%2B-lL._SX466_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Black<br><strong>Location:</strong> Esperanza, leaving Port Royal<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2 | Late Morning (11:00 AM)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong> Praised by the captain<br><hr><br>Devon grinned at the captain's words.&nbsp; "I'll eat my hat, if we so much as snap a line," he answered, after running his eyes over the rigging.&nbsp; He could hear the wind singing in the ropes.&nbsp; "She'd need a full day's sail on us to even have a hope of escaping."<br><br>He watched as the French ship hoisted more sails.&nbsp; It wasn't going to help them.&nbsp; They had less than an hour before they were all going to be breathing their last.&nbsp; Their best chance was to turn and fight but they wouldn't.&nbsp; They were French and the French were poor sailors at best.&nbsp; If they were lucky, they would have picked up a few of Napolean's cannon crews.&nbsp; Otherwise, they were about to die embarrassed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>29-04-2019, 05:58:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/472018719456100362/545318329728893048/ae65ccc835e994bbb2e2b97efd5564c0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lourdes Joie<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Royce O'Malley, Sarah Jackson, Open <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Preperation<br><hr>By the time the sun became nestled in the sails of the Pirate Ship's prey.&nbsp; A strong easterly had pushed the Esperanza on angel's wings to intercept the fat and happy merchant ship.&nbsp; Lourdes hung from the sails of the ship and listened to the captian's speech. She smiled at her captain's boldness and praise and really, truly felt a kinship with this crew.<br><br>She spoke some words in her parents tongue of africa, wishing the Orisha would guide the ship this day and everyone, especially her new friends would be kept safe from steel and lead. <br><br>She raised her hand in a battle-cry and yelled out, "Lets get the dogs!" to no one in particular. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>29-04-2019, 06:19:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.5lMNSpLoNt1MPQpoVAGwfAHaJ4&amp;o=5&amp;pid=1.7)</div><strong>Name: Chiana Blackvail</strong><br><strong>Position:</strong> A.B.S., Rigger, Master thief and general entertainer <br><strong>Location:</strong> top deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Royce, Rose, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> hoisting the colors, and ready to board<br><br><hr>Chiana already felt excited energy working through her system as they sailed ever closer to the ship before them. Part of her wondered if she was ready, but she quickly shook off the idea before it could threaten to take her nerve. She wasn't about to be some coward laying below deck. Chiana had trained with her father enough to know she could at least handle herself enough to take on a challenge like this. Sure there were probably a few others that had more fighting skills then she did, but that wasn't going to stop her in the least.<br><br>Looking over to Royce she smiled, "I have no doubt they will hate the imagery, but I also believe it will be entertaining on our end." she laughed and rested her hands on the two short blades that rested on her hips. Her attention shifted as the captain called out to the crew and said to hoist the colors, "Ey ey Captain!" she called out and turned to the mast that held the flag. She helped the crewmen to unravel the large black flag and pull it to the top, so the wind could catch and display it for the French to see. "I bet their quivering in their boots now boys!" she cheered on the crew and hopped back over to the edge of the ship and grabbed up a rope that was connected to a hook. They would end up throwing the hooks over, so they could pull the other ship closer and slide the boarding ramps over to it.<br><br>Chiana had no idea that their Captain worried about her. And at the moment caution was thrown to the wind for the promise of adventure and a bountiful prize. No fear touch Chiana's features as the ship rushed forward and they all readied themselves to board.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain's Secret - Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grizzly</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 05:28:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Royce-Closeup.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Royce O'Malley<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Esperanza, Main Deck<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lourdes, Sarah, Chiana, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting Ready<br><hr><br>"I hope that you'll put on a fine enough show."&nbsp; Royce replied to Sarah.&nbsp; "Not too fine though, we need to focus on other things beyond your shapely backside."<br><br>Royce turned to watch the black flag unfurl itself and felt a swell of pride knowing that she counted herself amongst those who served beneath it.&nbsp; Beneath the dread flag and her ships Captain.&nbsp; Royce wasn't going to let either down this day.&nbsp; Not after the Captains words.&nbsp; She started bouncing up and down on her feet, anxious for the conflict to begin, an anxiousness that bled through her Royal Navy training.&nbsp; <br><br>The young woman glanced around the ship, marking the locations of Chiana and Lourdes, her new friends.&nbsp; She'd probably follow along in Sarahs wake, but it was always good to know where others were.
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