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 Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 12:02 pm
kibo_botch Kibo: *laughs cheerfully* Welcome to the crew! My ship's at the dock. The Godspeed. It seems rather small, but it's plenty roomy, don't you worry. Since it can be crewed by such a small number of people, there's enough room for each person to have their own full-sized bed, rather than some cramped cots. You can head down there now and check it out now, if you want. Ok cool. *heads toward the ship*
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 1:51 pm
Kibo: Barkeep! Bring me the best rum you have! I just gave away the last bottle I have on me.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 3:05 pm
Antag drifts in from the streets, her eyes dark, but alert. She takes the first open seat she sees at the counter and motions with her hand. "Bartender! Anything but rum!" She sits impatiently, waiting for service.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:40 pm
Chath Tiu *A slender cloaked figure walked in quietly and weaved her way through the crowd advoiding falling bodies and ducked a thrown knife. She stoped and looked around for a moment then spoted her contact, siting at a table agasint the wall, siping is ale calmy and watching the fights. A big blood stained battle ax rested on the table in front of him.* "Hantore! Where have you been, my surly friend?" "Bah! waiting here for ye, elfling! Why must ye always take so long to get 'ere?"*The dawrf finsihed his drink then ordered another from a passing serveing wench and sat back abit, studying her.*
"And why must you always try to empty my purse or empty the taverens supply of drink?"
*Hantore watched her a moment longer then burst out laughing. TH wench came back and he finished this one, too in just a few gulps and ordered another.*
"That was me fith one and yer buying, as always. Ye always seem to have an abunnce of coin with ye. It's me personale challegnge to dry out yer coin. I've dryed out taveren's before, this one will be no different."
"Of course, my friend. But I must remind you, I've out drunken you before and a whole battalion of Gutbusters! Not many can take a Drow on a win. You'll be the first I know to do so, or even run my coin dry. But I assure you, I have plenty. I forsaw this, you see. Now about my supplies...."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:51 pm
Kibo downs the last of the rum, and looks over at Hantore. He figures he'll wait a bit, and let him finish a few more drinks.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:49 pm
Kibo: Oy. *picks up P1rateGrl and puts her in a chair*
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:16 pm
uugh.. what just happened....................more...rum...!
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 9:21 pm
Jack_Hawkins Red_Ronin Jack_Hawkins Red_Ronin Red the pirate walked into the bar at Tortuga. He sat down & waited for a serving wench to bring him an ale. Red looked at the person that sat down. "And what are my services worth ye mate?" A grin came across Reds face. "Mate you'd be suprised at what I can do for treasure. So what exactly does that boney finger have to do with treasure? Are we to find a buried chest of dead mens gold then? As for my skill with the sword..well mate if you call being able to kill anything with it skilled then I'm skilled. I also carry a pistol so I'm not worried. Savvy?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:25 pm
Tall and slender legs, born of the sea and clothed in slightly loose britches, walk past the entrance and the standard Tortuga mayhem to stop at the bar. Accompaning torso leaned into the bar and allowed one faded red cotton covered arm to rest. Looking sure of herself, this woman of prhapse 19, she glanced around the bar taking in her surroundings.
When she had studies the occupants and made note of all possible exits, she finally took an empty seat. Well, a drunkard's body lay hunched over, laying on the bar, but his mind had long since vacated the premises in a drunken stupor. One quick shove left him crumpled on the floor and her seated confidently at the bar.
"Barkeep! What say you 'bout an order o rum? By the looks o things, i'd be surprised to learn there be any left.." remarked the sailor as she nodded towards all the half full bottles of rum hanging from inactive hands, the broken bottles upon the floor accompanied with the stench of rum soaked wood, and the few mugs one swig away from being as dry as the Tortuga sands. "But, if ye do have a bottle left, I'll take it an start a tab. It'll take more than a bottle to quench the thirst my body is beggin for tonight.."
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:43 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 11:27 am
Glances toward the other pirate as she spoke. The girl was drunk, of course, and a bit dazed. A rare but soft smile formed across the face of the newcommer. "Nay, I be no Captain. A smiple seafarer looking for my next group of shipmates." With that, she takes a swig of her rum and turns beck to stare accross the bar. A quick flinch of her finger signaling to the barkeep that another round was required.
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Dirk Daring Bramblethrush
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 12:42 pm
Red_Ronin Jack_Hawkins Red_Ronin Jack_Hawkins Red_Ronin Red the pirate walked into the bar at Tortuga. He sat down & waited for a serving wench to bring him an ale. Red looked at the person that sat down. "And what are my services worth ye mate?" A grin came across Reds face. "Mate you'd be suprised at what I can do for treasure. So what exactly does that boney finger have to do with treasure? Are we to find a buried chest of dead mens gold then? As for my skill with the sword..well mate if you call being able to kill anything with it skilled then I'm skilled. I also carry a pistol so I'm not worried. Savvy?"
Getting up, Jack gave the pirate an affirmative nod and left him without another word. He had to gather a crew.
Moments later, Jack made his way over to the intoxicated woman, pulling a bottle of rum from his coat and handing it to her, "Take this ma'am, you need it more than I do." Jack sat down next to her, studying her carefully. "My name is Jack Hawkins. I hear you're looking for shipmates? I'm looking for some as well... Perhaps we can assist each other?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:09 pm
Kibo: *looking up* I sense an un-crewed pirate. *spots denise, and quickly runs over, taking a seat across from her* 'Allo! Might ye be looking for a crew t' join?
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:53 pm
Kray-kin or After narrowly escaping the madness and deafening screams from outside of the tavern, Tiffy enters slowly and takes a seat at the end of the bar. She watched the others talk and sway in a drunken fashion before ordering herself with a half dazed expression. “Rum please…doesn’t matter 'ow much or wha' kind.” Krah-ken ?
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