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 Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 4:57 pm
Cassie lifted an eyebrow, looks like this guy was all about switching sides, which pretty much all the pirates had been on different sides before. Still, that didn't make him trustworthy, though it might make him a man with no where else to go. He was right about one thing, he wasn't a spy, if he had been then he wouldn't have gotten caught so easily. Cassie undid the lasso from around the man.
" Well, Cho... we all have our pasts and I won't ask too much about yours provided you don't ask me about mine. Can't say I have a lot of positions open on this vessel but given your specialty I suppose you can join us as the ship's new engineer. You will have a bed to sleep in, all the ale you can drink, and of course your fair share of any loot we plunder. Well, do you think you can handle the life of a pirate?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 6:01 pm
He stood up and brushed himself off. "I think I can handle it. So Captain where are we headed?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 8:01 pm
Danielle Baptiste "Perhaps you've heard a ship is on it's way here? If you help me get on it I'll get you the largest coffee they sell. How do you take it? Black?" "Ah, milady. My addled brain be forgiven, I do think we've already met, haven't we? And I so rude as to not give you a proper introduction." He gave her a flourishing bow. "Quentaine. Man of the world. I've traveled in all directions, and...it sounds like now I'll be traveling in yours."
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 1:22 pm
The young woman smiled at his theatrics, giving a courtesy in return, she speaks softly.
"I am Lady Ethani, and yes we have." She tried not to look upset and smiles as if it was nothing to be bothered with in the world at all. "I do believe you spilled your drink on me."
A carriage appears stopping in front of them, the driver steps down. He was older with white hair and beard, he clothes were that of a driver's uniform, it looked new. He had a bowl hat on his head and a kind smile on his face.
"Ello, Good day to you Ser, good day Ma'am. My name is Bruce. I'll be taking you to the port. Step right in m'Lady, I'll get you there in no time time at all."
He helps her in and wait's for Quentaine.
Once the gentleman stepped in as well Bruce took them to the ship's port where there were numerous ship's waiting for them.
Ethani looks out the window. What was the name of the ship again? She thought to ask him her fellow passenger, but decided against it. Surely he'd know what ship to get onto.
"I wonder where our ship is..."
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 4:11 pm
Quentaine arched himself to look out the window on Ethani's side of the carriage. The ships all were clearly marked on their afts with their call sign. The Phoenix Mark III was in port, as was the Rocket Raccoon and the Victoria's Victory.
There was, however, no sign of the Purple Lady. Quentaine shrugged.
"Looks like your ship hasn't come in quite yet. I'm afraid I've made for a poor escort." Quentaine patted his pack next to him. "The cabby can watch over you until it arrives, I'm sure. I should get checked into an inn before anymore ships come into port and they fill up."
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 5:29 pm
The Purple Lady finally made port at New Amsterdam. McPowell checked his pocket watch. A bit after ten AM, he thought, not bad. The sailors tied the ship off to the airdock and extended the gangway.
"Come along, Sean. The lads will keep the Lady locked down while we're gone."
Sean scampered after his master and they set off down the docks of New Amsterdam. The docks were the largest on the eastern seaboard of the Colonies, even dwarfing New London's and Boston's. Sailors from all over the colonies mingled with merchants and traveler's. Carts selling trinkets and food lined the docks as well, desperate to make any money they could.
"We're not here to shop, Sean."
The young man had been distracted by a merchant selling maps that he claimed led to the Fountain of Youth, Blackbeard's Treasure, and the Secret Grotto of One-Eyed Willie. Sailors were always drawn tall tales, especially those that were about massive amounts of treasure.
Soon, the pair had reached the warehouse of the Professor. An ordinary looking building except for the massive amount of smoke and curses coming from within.
"Sounds like Professor Docks is home."
"Shush, lad. Ye know he hates that name."
The Baron led Sean inside. The building was cluttered beyond belief. Parts and tools were strewn everywhere along with half-built machines. The Professor flitted from project to project, sometimes forgetting to finish them.
Other machines, completed but their uses a mystery to visitors, chugged along. They belched steam, smoke, or sometimes a mixture of both. Amid the chaos, stood the Professor.
In his late 50's, the Professor hair was completely white. It shot off in every direction. His pale skin was evidence of his never leaving the warehouse. His assistants kept him in supplies, food, and drink and he repaid them by teaching them how to build miraculous devices...and by abusing them nonstop.
"NO, NO, NO! The lever is backwards, you twit! Why am I surrounded with such mediocre minds? God hates me, that must be it! And look, the Idiot of Stoneybrook has come to beg me for help!"
Sean swallowed his anger. The Professor was like this with everyone. To his credit, Baron McPowell just replied to the abuse with a smile.
"Good monring, Professor. I've come to see what miracles ye've created for His Majesty's pirate hunters. Hopefully something less indiscriminate than yer steam cannon."
Bah! That's a good weapon! Not my fault you don't have the stones to use it. Let me look around here...
The Professor started digging through piles of scrap to look for his latest inventions.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 1:25 pm
"Oh lovely, yes, I'm sure it'll be just fine." She nodded in agreement, as she watched him leave. For some reason he bothered her slightly, it wasn't anything he did besides spill a drink on her... or perhaps it was because of that first encounter... or something else.
Was her trying to get away from her? No of course not. This was the second time she felt this way.While most men flocked to her, the was the Black Wolf who fled away. This hurt her feelings slightly, but she quickly brushed it off. No need to fret on these kinds of things She'd find him soon enough.
Stepping out of the carriage, with help from the driver of course, then he hurried to get her trunk out.
"Thank you. That was very kind. My escort will be back shortly if you'd please just leave that here." The item's from the trunk where 'borrowed', she'd return them when she arrived at her destination. For now she sat quietly looking at the ships guessing on the one that would take her to her target.
The Black Wolf. All she needed was to talk to him!
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 6:37 pm
The bloody things boil the flesh from mens' bones! I won't use such a weapon.
Yes, yes...your honor and what not forbids you. Let me see what else I have. Never could get these lightening bombs to harness lightening. And the steam bombs lose their heat.
Sean's eyes widened. He looked at the captain in fear but was ignored.
Ah! A modified steam cannon!
NO STEAM CANNON!
Just listen, Idiot! This is modified. Instead of shooting a jet of incredibly hot steam, the steam is used to propel a large harpoon at high speeds. This will replace grappling hooks and manpower to snag pirate ships and draw them in close!
Well, finally something useful. I'll take it. Anything else, Professor?
The Professor went back to searching. He tossed aside his 'lightsaber'....a saber that weighed almost nothing. Unfortunately, it could also block almost nothing without shattering...including butter knives. Atop the 'lightsaber' went something called a flying V, a new lightweight rudder that broke under intense winds, and another bomb, this one filled with snakes. Well, dead ones anyway. Finally a shout of triumph and the Professor held up a large...firearm of some sort.
I call this my Spinning Steam Slugger!
Sean and the Captain exchanged a look and waited for explanation.
Almost all personal firearms today are one shot pistols using black powder. But my SSS is a six shooter! The drum is filled with six special 'slugs.' I redesigned the musket ball into an elongated shape. Fits the weapon better and makes the Slugger more accurate. You fill the drum with ammunition and then hook this tank on the side into one your steam filling lines from your ship's engine. The pressure from the steam will gather put the drum under incredible pressure. When you pull the trigger, the release of steam will propel the slug forward and into your target. It also lets pressure off the drum and it revolves, placing the next shot into place! YOU GET SIX SHOTS INSTEAD OF ONE!
Sean and the Captain exchanged another look.
Range?
About the same as your flintlock pistol. The only drawback is having to recharge the steam tank.
I'll take them. Deliver the modified steam cannon to the ship and load me up with ammunition for the Slugger.
Several minutes later, McPowell and Sean were on the way back to their ship.
Sir? If the drum revolves when steam is released, why didn't he just called it a steam revolver?
Because that would make too much sense, Sean.
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