by The Kingpin » Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:34 pm
"shut it, Wench!" called the woman back as 3 familiar looking thugs stumbled to her sides. "Oi! you three! What did i tell you about letting her push you around?! you pathetic stooges would do better hauling a wagon around carrying some aristocratic pig!" called James, the three men looking at eachother, then at the woman, who stared at them worriedly, before exploding in a storm of curses at them, looking at James and yelling at the top of her voice. As one of the three fools withdrew from the woman fearfully, he turned at James and ran at him, carrying a bottle of rum in one hand and a sword in the other. before he could blink James had his pistol aimed at his forehead, saying calmly "Mate..what's worse? being yelled at by some woman you could probably drag into any brothel in Tortuga and have your way with, or getting your head blown off by someone who killed Davy Jones AND escaped the Locker?". the man suddenly froze, the rum pouring out of the upside down bottle as the man stared fearfully, before stuttering "y...yo...you're lyin'" said the man. "Believe what you like, mate. it's the truth though...have a look at the circular marks on the Reaper's hull if you don't believe me...marks from the Kraken's tentacles" said James simply. the man backed away and returned to the others, who then charged at James, who sighed and shot one in the foot before grabbing the pair of them and smacking their heads into eachother, tossing them both aside. "Now...do you want me to feed you to my Bo'sun or will you leave and let me get on with my work?" he said simply to the woman. "An' wot's your bo'sun, ey? a dog?" she said as Raphael walked up, holding up his broadsword which had a real human skull attached to the hilt of it. "That's what's left of his last meal. decided to decorate his sword with it" commented James, Raphael smirking evilly. the woman stumbled back and fell over, her overly decorated face contorting as her eyes seemingly poked out of her head in fear, as she struggled to her feet and ran, James just chuckling as he turned back to Adeline and said "I think i remember telling you about her...that's the second time she did that to me...it seems that's how she welcomes people", before looking over at Raphael and saying "Thanks". "No problam captin" said the massive dark skinned man deeply in his typical strong jamaican accent, chuckling in amusement. despite it being true, it was always fun to see the looks on others' faces when James mentioned him. alot of them had it in their heads that he was a thick, illiterate african animal. they'd probably go green if they ever found out he probably knew more than they did both in language and in general knowledge...
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The Kingpin on Fri May 22, 2009 8:49 am, edited 1 time in total.
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG