Pirates of the Caribbean RPG

[Anaclagon]

The fleet arrived back at Port Royal. The Admiral walked out from the Guardian and sighed...welcome back to simple patrol operations. John walked along the docks, giving orders and assiging assignments. Several cargo ships came in and the Admiral gave the orders to put what where and so on. John then drew his Sword as he trained silently to himself...he had nothing else better to do. Other then to train himself a bit in case the next pirate came in...

[HorseGal]

"HAHA, look at all of THIS!" exclaimed Darren Connel, a young lad of twenty-four as he sat with his back against one arm of the chair and his leg over the other arm. He took the coins of gold that were piled on his desk and spread it all around. "Getting that ship was really worth it, don't you think so Francois?"

His first mate nodded. "It was really worth it, but I think you should give the crew part of the share. Don't you think they will get a little...mutinous when they see the Captain hogging all the gold?"

Darren rolled his eyes. "Ah fine, fine I will give them a little share of the treasure. But j-just look at it!" He grabbed one gold coin and flipped it in his hand.

Francois just shook his head. "Whatever you say. May I suggest that we stop at a port to get some rest? Maybe...just maybe, somewhere in England?"

"England?" The strawberry blonde man thought about it. "Hm...yes. I suppose we are running a little low on supplies. We could head there, stock up, then go and plunder more ships!" He rubbed his hands together with glee, like a micheivious school boy. He finally got up from his seat and walked out of his quarters, to the deck to find the crew hard at work. He smiled in approval and started to yell out orders. "Alright boys, we're heading to England to stock up!" They were a few miles away from France. Darren went to the wheel and turned the ship so that it was heading in the right direction. He couldn't wait to stock up, then go off sailing again.

[Doc 42]

Jason had an idea. If he wanted to be a pirate, first off he needed a sword. he snuck off towards the blacksmiths, decideing to start his life of crime

[HorseGal]

Darren breathed in the fresh sea air and sighed. This was a perfect life, being a pirate and having a lot of gold. It was all well worth it. Most of all, he liked the freedom as all pirates do. Ah, no rules at all, he thought as he closed his eyes. The wind blew through the sails and his hair.

"Captain, Captain? DARREN," shouted Francois as he shook his captain, trying to wake him from his sleep. A long time has passed since he gave out the orders and steered the ship.

"Huh? WHAT?!" Darren glanced at his first mate. "Well? What is it? Are we near yet?" He waited impatiently for an answer from him.

He nodded. "Yup, we're near enough to see it," Francois explained. "Come on to look outside."

Darren stretched and got out of bed. He stumbled over to the door, opened it, and slowly walked outside. He went to the edge of the ship to look on, and sure enough, he spotted land and many ships.

[Doc 42]

Jason pushed open the blacksmiths door carefully. He snuck in quietly, glanceing around. The blacksmith was hammering away on something at the otherside of the room. The noise of the hammer masking Jasons visit. He smirked to himself and quietly crept over to a table with a few swords on it. He stood up, grabed one and put it onto his belt before running full pelt to the door. The black smith turned round shouting in anger. Jason nimbly jumped out of the door way and started sprinting towards the dock, taking a short cut to escape the angry blacksmith. He sprinted down a side alley, knowing it would take him down to the peir...

[HorseGal]

When the Avenger landed at the port, Darren got off along with Francois and some of the crew. "Right, let's get some food, some more powder, and perhaps some more weapons," commanded Darren. The crew nodded and went straight to work. Darren, on the other hand made his way to the tavern to have a friendly drink or two, maybe even see if he could flirt with a couple of women. He walked down the cobblestone streets, looking at the different shops around the town. When he finally arrived at the tavern, he walked in with confidence and went to the front. "I'll have a drink of ale, please." He gave the bartender two gold coins for it. "I'll be at that table...over there." He gestured toward a table with two lonely looking women. He walked over to them, sat down, and gave them a smile. "What are you two lovely ladies doing alone," he managed to ask, raising his eyebrow.

They looked at each other, giggled, and whispered to each other before one of them finally replied. "Oh, we're just...waiting around," she answered in a strong london-sounding accent. "What about you?"

"Ah, same. You know what I say, two gorgeous ladies, such as yourselves should be accompanied by men. You must have someone around, or at least you must have them waiting at home for you?" He waited for a yes or a no. If it was a yes, he would leave them alone. If it was a no, well he would just continue talking to them and see what happens.

"Oh, I do," answered the other woman. She looked like she was in her thirties. "A husband in the royal navy." She said this with pride. She flicked her hair back, and batted her eyelashes at Darren.

He smiled at her. "He's lucky to have you." Then, he turned his attention to the one that spoke first earlier. "What about you? I didn't hear an answer from you yet, come on. It's not hard." He chuckled, keeping the mood light.

The girl blushed and played with her black hair. "Well...I am due to be married..."

"Too bad," said Darren playfully.

"Um, pardon?" She raised an eyebrow.

The lad rolled his eyes. "Ah, nothing, nothing. Forget I said anything." By this time, his drink arrived. He thanked the bartender and decided to order the girls a drink to be nice to them. He had to admit that they were good company, even though they were both taken.

[Doc 42]

When Jason reached the peir, he laughed out loud and strolled along confidently. He was about to relax when he saw the black smith pointing at him and shouting to the guards. Jason looked foreward, wide eyed and stammered "It was only a bleedin sword!" He turned and sprinted away from the soilders. He looked around, trying to find a spot to hide. He ran onto the peir, running up the first gangplank he spotted, right onto the Avenger. He sprinted across the deck and slid into cover behind a few boxes...

[HorseGal]

Darren was having a good time with his lady friends. After giving them two or three drinks, they were laughing and hiccuping. He got up from his seat. "Ladies, I am sorry to report that I have to leave."

Between giggles, they both said, "No, no please stay. We love your company!" This was followed by hiccups and more giggles from them.

"Ah, but my dears, I have to. Duty calls, you know. Plus, you have a husband and you have a fiance." He bowed to them and gave each of them a kiss on the hand. "It was a pleasure to meet you both, and I enjoyed your company. Goodbye, and take care, you beautiful damsels."

They pouted and sighed as he left. "Oi, let's order more drinks," said the one who was married to the other.

The younger girl smirked. "Yes...let's!"

Darren, meanwhile was quickly making his way to his ship, trying his best to keep balance. When he arrived at the peir, he could see his crew carrying boxes on to the ship.

Francois came up to Darren and looked at his poor condition with a shake of his head. "What have you been doing?"

"Just um, er enjoyed some company at a tavern, my friend," answered Darren. "Are we ready to go?"

"We just have to load a few more boxes and we'll be all set." Francois sighed. Sometimes his captain was too much all about fun.

"Ah, perfect, great," he exclaimed with a clap of his hands. He boarded his ship with a slight swagger to his walk and watched as his men loaded the last bits of cargo. When they were all done, they immediantly set sail. Darren wondered where to go next, so he asked Francois.

"Let's head somewhere different. Let's travel to the caribbean," he suggested.

Darren thought about it. It sounded better than sailing Europe. "Alright, let's go there!"

[Anaclagon]

Heading towarding the barracks and mounting a horse in a very long time...John finally began to enjoy himself. Riding a White horse that went well with him was John's steed as he rode it around, slashing down targets from his horse...a Master of Horse Combat, he had not rode one since coming here from England. Riding it around, John continued to practice for some hours...riding it around Port Royal, getting a feel for it all over again....

[Doc 42]

Jason was woken up suddenly as something crashed down nearby. He heard gruff voices complaining at the man who dropped it. Jason cursed to himself, why was he so lazy that he could fall asleep next to a blumin crate?! He paused, realiseing the rocking motion... The ship was at sea! Instantly the panic set in and he had to fight not to scream. He peaked over the boxes, seeing what he could only geuss were pirates...

[Anaclagon]

Riding around on the horse, John stopped short at the Town Square looking down at his brother. "So how's things" The Admiral asked.

"Nothing...any news yet?" His brother replied.

"No..well I'd be going, Mine as well head for training again.." John replied.

"You do that sir, still you've been practicing for hours a day" Another reply coming from the captain. "Remember, we meet pirates, I want to kill them" John grinned as he raced off on his horse heading towards the barracks and the main military outpost.

[C S]

Young Blood and Bildge had seperated, decding that it was the best thing to do, two pirates are nothing of a crew. Plus they are wanted men, and to be together might draw attention to them, if not, someone actually recognizing them. Nate was now a merchant, his noble ship, an average, run of the mill sloop. Darkblue sails with yellow diagonal lines runing across it, each parrallel to each other. The ship was made out of cherry wood, and the ship had one large square main sail and one triangular jib. Near the stern of the ship, crates of spices and food products. Right now the ocean was calm and there was a small breeze, and Nate lazily laid down on the deck of his ship, right next to the wheel. He had two other crew mates waiting at port Royal, but he has a long wait if conditions continue.

[Shade]

Captain Storm a.k.a Tempest stood at the helm the wind whipping through her hair and she had a small, pleasurable smile. The only time she smiled was when someone was being rightfully tortured or when that salty sea air was blowing her hair back from her face. "Captain Storm!" called her lookout. She looked up, but did nothing more. "There's a port coming up on the starboard side!" Captain Storm looked and sure enough there was a port coming up. "Anchor here men, we've found our stop," she said and smiled wickedly. Tomorrow they would plunder Port Royal.

[Doc 42]

OOC: life in potc rpg!

Jason suddenly vaulted over the side of the ship, slideing down on his grappleing hook and jumping off onto his rowboat. He quickly untied the knot connecting it to the ship and started ferociously paddeling away from the pirate ship. He glanced back, seeing the ship float on without him. He breathed a sigh of releif... Talk about out of the cooking pot and into the fire. evades some guards and then ends up on a ship full of blood thirsty pirates. Luckily he was able to set up a boat for escape and get off it without being noticed. The pirates were currently below decks for some reason...

He leaned back in the boat, stretching out and sighing happily as he relaxed... A make shift sail carrying him back towards Port Royal, smooth sailing from here on....

[Anaclagon]

"Admiral" The English officer bowed as John nodded in return as the young man guided his horse into the barracks. An officer handed him a map as the white horse and its rider stoped.

"Well nothing big sir, we've secured defenses but I feel like were over doing it, we've took multiple searches across nearby islands. Nothing..we still already have a very large garrision along with the numerous ships we have, including the First Rate Ship of the Line, The Guardian.." The officer did not finish.

"The seas are full of wonderful people, trust me.." John replied as he headed on towards the stables. He was going to check up on the barracks and then go back towards the Guardian and take a look around..

[Shade]

Captain Storm looked through her prized brass spyglass and stared at the defenses around the port and sighed with disgusted satisfaction. She handed it to her first mate, Cosimo who looked at his captain with a concerned look. "How in the name of Zues are we going to make it by those defenses?!" he asked. But suddenly Storm's finger tapped an almanac laying on the rail and then she gave a wicked smile. "By nightfall, we strike," she whispered.

[Anaclagon]

"I know you dont like random ships coming in without heavy inspection but seriously..it may cause panic Admiral" The officer replied.

John looked up as he re-folded the map in front of him as he looked at the standing English officer as the Admiral sat in his char in his little office, lit by a nearby window.

"I'm in charge..but too make sure things will be fine, I'll head back towards the Guardian, send word for my brother that as Commondore he is in charge in my absense. I'll be around the docks along with the numerous ships" John responded, he just wanted to comfort the men and tell them that things would be fine but playing this little defensive war was getting annoying.

John stood back up as he looked at the officer and walked out of the office as he headed back towards the docks, he only had some minutes of rest and relaxation but he was forced back into the docks..

[C S]

Whistling a hearty tune, Nate nearly laughed at how fate has betrayed him. Fog rolled in and Nate, had again, fallen asleep at the helm, so he had no idea where he was. Being lost in fog was a bad sign for sure. Nate mumbled "Davey Jones won't get to me.."

[Shade]

Storm sat at her desk and listened as the musicbox's song enveloped her. She had opened up the strange locket some minutes ago and it already brought tears to her eyes. The song was so sad, it brought back horrid memories of her past, but now and then she felt the need to cry. She put the locket down on her desk and put her head in her hands. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed then suddenly closed it...

[Anaclagon]

John stopped as he looked around at Time Square and stopped, several troopers walking towards him .

"Heading for the Guardian Admiral?" One of the troopers asked.

"That's right..listen, my brother...the Commodore is in charge, I'm going around with the Guardian and its escort. I'll be back in a few days.." John responded as they bowed as he then headed on towards the docks to return to his ship. The numerous English Battleships in the docks and around the island and heavily defended docks had to more secure considering that the Admiral was taking a leave..