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(hey everybody, be sure to check my BIO before reading)
(One more thing i'd like to clear before we start, I may speak formally but i like to get into character in an RP and my pirate character can be a little; strict, egocentric, snobby, please note that I am not as mean as my character smile have fun!)

Unlike the other ships docked at the Island of Tortuga the Santo Columbia was... clean for starters. The white sails of the ship startled many pirates passing by, but a jolly roger hung on the sea breeze above the highest mast and a torn and burned spanish flag hung below it. The anchors of the ship split the sea itself as it docked at Tortuga's port.


*Captain Michael stepped down from the deck of hsi ship followed by his advisor and first mate Victor.*

Michael: "Well this seems to be the breeding place for villiany these days, we'll be sure to find a crew here. You have the sign?"

Victor: "yes sir."

*Victor nails the sign onto a post near the ship it reads. Looking for a crew: anyone with a death wish preferable. Plenty of Rum!*

Victor: "Sir. about the sign..."

Michael: "What is it Victor? Spit it out!"

Victor: "I don't believe we have enough rum to keep up with the demand."

*Victor points over to a man drinking from two bottles at once. The drunk stumbles over and catches himself. The drunk continues to stumble until he trips and falls into a trough and falls asleep.*

Michael: "water down whatever we have."

Victor: "Where are you going sir?"

Michael: "Into town keep an eye on the ship and keep anyone one interested in joining on board."

Victor: "What do we need from town sir? We are fully supplied already."

Michael: "Ships..."

*Michael leaves Victor behind and heads into town his Black Book at his side...*

Kibo walks aboard, tilting his head as he walks around the grisly looking ship. It had a definite Spanish look to it.

Kibo: ¡Oye! ¿Cualquiera aquí? ¿Dónde está el Capitán? ¡Almirante Kibo Botch está aquí verlo! (Translation: "Hey! Anyone here? Where is the Captain? Admiral Kibo Botch is here to see him!")

Kibo: No thanks. I prefer Lumbrusco. I hear there was a poor man in Italy who died over some Amontillado.

He walks up, examining the globe.

Kibo: So, how does one who owns such an extravagant Spanish ship come to hate the Spanish so much? Betrayal, one can assume?

Kibo sighs. If it was an offer to join a fleet, he wasn't interested. He never liked sailing under someone else's command. That's why he bought his own ship, to stop from sailing under a captain. That's why he captured other ships, to keep from sailing under a commodore. That's why he bribed the King of England, to keep from sailing under an Admiral. He was now almost as high as he could go in Pirating, higher than most people even thought possible. There was no way he was going to give it up so soon. But at least he could play along for now.

Kibo: What do I sail for? I sail for gold, ships, and crewmen. Don't let the title fool you. I'm still a pirate.

He leans back, making sure Don Miguel was looking away, before he made a quick glance around, looking or anything of value.

Kibo's ears perked up at the mention of monetary gain.

Kibo: So, what would my "services" include?

Kibo frowned. After serving under another's colors, being someone's attack dog was the next worse thing. He knew he didn't need his entire fleet to take out the Spanish Armada. Hell, he could do it on his own. The only reason he never did was because with the Spanish navy destroyed, he'd lose any fun of being a pirate. Half the fun was being in the danger of getting captured. Besides, with the Spanish navy gone, there's no doubt another country, possibly Great Britain, maybe France, would take advantage of this. Without a navy, a country as fertile in resources as Spain would undoubtedly be crushed. What would happen then? No doubt the conquering country wouldn't stop there. Crushing an entire navy was not a good idea, under any circumstances. The repercussions would be enormous, and being the only pirate left wouldn't be much fun. Still, Kibo kept these thoughts behind a straight face. He had learned long ago that the smallest tell could get you killed. Luckily, he had just escaped learning it the hard way. But not everyone with him was so fortunate.

Kibo nodded towards a spirit floating nearby. This wasn't the time for gentlemanly conduct. He wanted to know what his prospective partner was thinking.

Kibo: Good night, Captain. Just one last bit of advice.

He walks up, and pulls off his left arm-length glove, revealing the blood-red arm of Charon.

Kibo: Deals with demons always come at a price.

He grabs Miguel's left hand with his, shaking it. He releases, revealing new a marking on Miguel's hand. It sinks into the skin, disappearing from view.

Kibo: With that, I'll take my leave. Just know, I'm not going to be anyone's attack dog.

He turns, and walks out the door, completely ignoring Victor.

Kibo chuckles. He knew something was wrong with that book ever since it had evaporated out of his hands without so much as Miguel having to move. He opens the door, standing inside.

Kibo: Now why would I want to write my name in someone's book without even having their personal permission? And don't you think it's you, because I know it's not. I've seen that book before. I almost wrote my name in it once, and I'm not about to make that mistake again.