Pirates of the Caribbean RPG

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That night, Captain Storm looked to the sky and smiled at the sight of no moon. "They are sitting-ducks my Captain," Cosimo said, confidently. Storm nodded, then turned to her first mate. "Get the longboat," she ordered and Cosimo repeated it to the other men. "You sure you don't want an escort?" Cosimo said. "I am not a little girl anymore Cos!" Storm snapped and started to paddle. The best thing was along with the ship the longboats were invisible as well, and so were the people inside them. They would have this port wiped clean by the time they were done with it...

[Anaclagon]

So it was night..

The Admiral John William was back at the helm of the Guardian staring out at sea..he would go around to check the waters for himself in the morning, he would sleep later and while he was ordered with the protection of Port Royal, it did not mean he could not assert his power as admiral which often meant demanding more supplies and troopers and such because time has shown well that Port Royal was not all safe from Pirates.

The ports and everywhere else was heavily guarded, even at night as past events shown how a lone ship attacked. With numerous English ships guarding Port Royal with the massive Guardian living up to its namesake as it was the largest ship in the part yet the most deadliest...it was off course a Ship of the Line Class, First rate.

The morning garrision and the Night garrision quickly exchanged as the docks were always guarded as little by little troopers would exchange to make sure that there was always a large ammout. From cannons on walls armed with sharp shooters to the classical group of English soldiers patrolling the docks and streets..there always was something to guard.

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Captain Storm stopped her long boat in the middle of the bay, no one would ever think to guess that there was an invisible boat, maybe some would, but no one would believe them! She took a deep breath and her voice propelled through the whole bay:

The king and his men, stole the Queen from her bed.
And bound her in her bones. The seas be ours and by the powers,
Where we will, we'll roam!

Her voice was eerie, but it had a strange angelicness to it. A Siren song on a moonless night...

[Doc 42]

Jason woke with a start, his small boat shakeing in the water... He had dozed off peacefully, hours ago.... He looked around, wondering what woke him up, a strange haunting voice fadeing away throughout the night... The first thing that jumped to his mind was "Ghosts!"

He stood up in his boat, looking around the bay... It was empty as far as he could see, yet in this lighting, seeing anything was difficult. If it wasn't for the lights of port Royal he wouldn't have a clue what way he was facing....

He waited, not moving, to see if the voice would return...

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Yo, Ho, all hands, hoist colors high!
Heave, Ho, Theives and beggars, never shall we die!

Storm's voice kept echoing through. Cosimo loved to hear her sing, the most beautiful, eerie, and sorrowful thing you can ever hear.

Some have died, and some are alive,
Others sail on the sea. With the keys to the cage
and the devil to pay, we lay to Fiddler's Green.

[C S]

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Nate, who had sailed his ship out of the fog was relieved, but being scared out of his clothing had made him sleepy. He was about to put the crates near the steering wheel to stop it from spinning and go to sleep when suddnely he mumbled "No, no blumin sand man is gonna strike me down...atleast if it be for another hour or so.." He saw sme dim lights on the horizon and said, joy in his voice "Finally, a port, which means shelter...and a bed" Suddenly, he felt a thud on the port bow, in his drowsy state, he had rammed Jason's long boat!. "Oy, the rum! Nate exclaimed randomly and he spun the steered the sloop so it's right broad side faced the place where he hit the object. "Show ye self before I blow ye vessel to smithers!" But, Nate, being drowsy, forgot he had no cannons, for he was not a pirate, but it was he, the ocean, and a long boat and poor visability, who would tell him?

[Doc 42]

This obviously wasn't Jasons day. After everything that happened, he was listening to what was clearly the song of a ghost with a mad pirate attempting to board him... He had heard of sirens... maybe it was a siren singing out to him? Maybe this pirate here was some man driven mad trying to find the mysterious singer. Ghosts or not, Jason wasn't going to go down without a fight. He leapt onto some netting on the side of the sloop and nimbly climbed up, jumping over the side. He said, slightly perplexed at the strange man infront of him "Who the hell are you and what the hell have you done to my boat?!" He glanced back, his boat slowly sinking beneath the water behind him... the Sloop having nearly cut it in half...

It was a good place for a fight... A pitch black night on a seemingly deserted ship... a haunting song echoing over them. The type of fight from a story.

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The bell has been raised from it's watery grave,
hear it's sepulchral tone. A call to all, pay heed the squall.
Turn your sails to home.

Captain Storm's voice propelled louder and clearer with each note, her voice unwraveled and caressed every tone, every pitch, every sound. Her father once said that her voice could put angels to shame, sometimes she really believed that...

Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colors high!
Heave, ho, thieves and beggars. Never shall we die!

[C S]

"I am young Blood, but you my have the pleasure of calling me Nate, also known as the person that needs sleep badly, now, Ill jock you in the brig of my quite fercocious vessel, the Sea Seeker, and ill be on my way" Nate mumbled, his exhaustion making him sound like a poor drunk. And the fact he still thinks he still owns his sunken carrack, well, things added to his drunken appearance.

[Doc 42]

The song... Jason recognised the last line of it... It was a pirates song... infact... it was THE pirates song... despite wishing to be one, the idea of meeting a pirate right now wasn't nice... at least a real one. This drunk guy didn't count... He had to do something. He decided that, as this Nate person obviously wanted to throw him in the brig, he would have to take measures of self preseveration. He suddenly rose up on one foot, and kicked Nate in the chest, blowing the drunken man onto his back while giveing out a short "Yah!"
The thought running through his head "I have always wanted to do that..."

[C S]

"Oof, the hyra!" Nate got to his feet and yelled "You have struck Nate Garder!" The fact he was using his real name proved how exhausted he was, but you get the point. He drew his sword and ran towards Jason, the sword held firmly to his side.

[Doc 42]

Jason's eyes widened. He twisted his body around, bringing his foot up and makeing another short "Yah!" His foot connected with the side of Nates head, blowing the drunken man back onto the deck of his ship. Jason landed from the kick into a crouch, eyeing the mans sword and thinking he should grab it...

[C S]

Nate slid on the wood and mumbled "Ouch, the bird can bite!" Nate pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger, his drowsy vision making everything drowsy. The gun went off, the bullet grazing Jason's left arm. "Good night mum!" Nate yelled before collapsing into sleep.

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Suddenly Storm stopped, trying to think of another song to sing. Then her lullabye popped into her head. A song that her father would always sing to her, before she went to sleep:

Go to sleep you little baby,
go to sleep you little baby.
Momma's gone away and your gonna stay.
Didn't leave nobody but the baby.

[Doc 42]

Jason shouted out in pain, stumbleing back and grabbing hold of the ships railing... He panted, holding the burning wound... He peeked at it, amazed to see no horrible amounts of blood... Just a red bloody streak. It seemed that the bullet had mostly missed. He backed away, still holding the injury and looked around, trying to spot the ship from where the singer was... It was a beutiful voice, true, but it chilled him to the bone...

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The most perfect plan ever! Storm sings and the troops are struck dumb, while her crew sneaks into the port and steals all they want! She nearly laughed out loud, but she kept her voice going strong and true.

Go to sleep little baby,
go to sleep little baby.
Everybody's gone in the cotton and the corn.
Didn't leave nobody, but the baby.

[Doc 42]

Jason shruged, decideing to just enjoy the song, stepping over the sleeping man and over to the ships wheel. He turned the course for the port and went back over to Nate, tieing a rope around his hands and feet. He wasn't going to risk getting kicked over board by him when he wakes up. just for safety, he took the mans gun and his sword, walking back over to the wheel....

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You're a sweet little baby,
you're a sweet little baby.
Honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop.
Gonna bring a bottle to the baby.

Cosimo peaked out from his corner and smiled all the troopers were so enwraped in Storm's song, they didn't even notice the other ship coming in! He waved to the rest of the crew and they followed obidiently.

Don't you weep pretty baby,
don't you weep pretty baby.
She's long gone with her red shoes on,
gonna need another loving baby.

[Anaclagon]

John walked up the bow off the ship and looked at night..he thought he was hearing things through the quiet night, maybe it was just the waves of the water but he glanced back at the defended docks. The night garrison was just as elite and disciplined as the morning garrison. There was no differences in ability so he should not be all so jumpy and such. Still the admiral could not sleep...not right now, maybe later. Folding his arms and his eyes narrowed..John stared at sea, thinking to himself as he could hear the rushing of the waves and the sounds of troopers walking around on deck

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The men were successful, as always. Soon they would be in the town and they would go wild on this place! Cosimo smiled to himself and smiled for his captain the idea was all her's.

Go to sleep little baby,
go to sleep little baby.
You and me, and the devil makes three.
Don't need no other lovin' baby.

Go to sleep little baby,
go to sleep little baby.
Come lay bones on the alabaster stones
and be my everlovin' baby