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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 10:05 pm
"ALL WHO YE PASS!" Mariko hollared, waving her hands madly in the air. "Announcement thyself!"
There was a silence.
"I SAID, DECLARE YOURSELF!"
No answer.
"Déclarez-vous, biotches!" Mariko was getting redder and redder in the face from having to shout so much. "Don't make me call the Cap'n!" she added, despite the fact that the said "Cap'n" probably could hear all that was happening.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:18 am
Tracey sighed, and decided the worse weapon in his ship, the best torture device, was Mariko. He managed to clean up his cabin before boarding up some of the windows. Finished enough he turned and decided to spare the crew by coming up to the top deck.
First he closed his door, then he walked slowly to the stairs wishing he had Tia to protect his sanity. Up the stairs he says, "Well done Mariko, you are relieve of your duity for now." Normaily the salty air soothed him, but the headache he had wasn't going away.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 4:09 pm
Mariko looked flustered. "BUT CAPTAIN!" she cried, suddenly acquiring a perfect French accent. "Look...!! LOOK OVER THERE! That.. BEAST has boarded the good ship without say-so, and refuses to declare himself! Neither will he respond to my demands; don't worry, Oi take my duty as Deck Watcher seriously, the deck is mine to watch!" she cried and continued bellowing the "beast."
Indeed, a seagull had landed on the side of the ship and was preening its feathers.
"BACK, YE BEAST! SURRENDER YESELF- Hey, Cap'n, dya think he might taste like parrot?"
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 9:19 pm
Tracey looked at the seagull, no longer shocked at Mariko's outlandish behavior. "I see that you take it seriously, but you do not need to take them loudly, the less we are noticed the better."
Looking back at the gull he says, "That is a seagull, I have never tasted parrot so I don't know but it is a bird just like parrot is a bird."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 7:57 am
 "Mon capitaine," Fleur-de-Lis cried out from inside the crow's nest (it is unknown how she got there in the first place), "mon capitaine, there's no cannons in the crow's nest! How do you expect me to do my duties if we do not have a sufficient tactical sniper position?"
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 11:30 pm
(( rofl I'm gonna die.... rofl ))
"But if the ship is to be invaded by enemy scoundrals, that bad too!" Mariko protested. "O Cap'n, next thing Ah know ya'll be declarin' that goose and duck taste the same!" she laughed. "Ya a funny man. Sense of humor always needed," she added as the seagull flew away.
"Durnit all! Now Ah'll have to catch me own-" Fleur's shouting from the Crow's Nest interrupted her.
"God, Woman!" Mariko hollared back up. "What kind of loony puts cannons in a Crow's Nest?"
But before anyone could assume she would be sane for a moment, the Cuban woman continued.
"That's a waste when we need them in the galley kitchens! Cannons don't grow from trees!"
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:04 am
She was right, a sense of humor was needed, just to deal with her antics. For the briefest of moments, he honestly thought that Mariko had some sense, finally! Then she had to go and blow it by say cannons were needed in the galley.
"Cannons belong on deck to defend he ship, nowhere else." That he said firmly, he would not risk his ship an crew on the lack of wits in front of him. Looking up to Fleur-de-Lis he told her, "I will get you a swivel gun, then." No cannon would even it up there, but swivel gun would fit and do some damage
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:03 pm
Fleur-de-Lis grabbed hold of one of the nearby mast ropes and zip-lined herself down to where the captain was standing. "Cannons do not belong on the deck, mon capitaine," she said in a scholarly manner, brushing herself off any invisible space dust she may have gathered from being in the crow's nest, "they belong mostly below deck, near the gunpowder and cannon shot stores." She raised an eyebrow at Tracey before continuing, "You do realize that top-deck cannon are not the most combat-worthy equipment when going through rough waves, and you do know what happens to gunpowder when it gets wet, aye?" The woman grabbed her tricorn hat and made cutesy doe eyes at the captain, "The children! Dear God, man, think of the children!"
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:24 pm
"Dun this ship have portholes?" Mariko shouted loudly and threw her upper half over the edge of the ship. "Can't see from here. Cannons go below deck, dun they, so 'hey can stick out the portholes? That 'as how me last Cap'n did it, but he was loony."
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 7:19 am
This wouldn't be a bad sign of both woman were known for being at least mostly sane, but no, he was being corrected by the loonie bin twins. Sighing he told them, "Some cannons can be stored on deck, this is a frigate after all, not big enough to decks of cannon below. However, you are right most to belong below decks." Give praise were praise is due, they were correct and he was not too prideful of a man to admit it.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 9:10 pm
"Wow! Cannons on a deck, yeah, what innovation!" Mariko cooed. "Ah knew it Cap'n knows best!"
She grabbed Fleur's hands. "Ah know what happens to wet powder, yes, it's unflammable, which actually means it's flammable, but doesn't quite fit. And when you stuff it in the Cap'n's cigars, it doesn't go Bang-Boom like it's supposed to, you see. Say, so when a woman has to do what a woman's got to do, and when the powder's wet, the sun goes out and Good God declares Judgement Day."
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:14 pm
A tune had been haunting Marius for a while now, and the words came to him. He began to sing them softly, hoping that the song would leave him alone, as he finished sharpening the last few swords in the armory.
"Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high.
Heave ho,
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
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 well roam.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.
Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!
The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high...
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die."
As he finished the song, he finished the last sword and stood up, brushing the dust off of his pants. He noticed a broom leaning in one of the corners, and swept the dust from the rusted swords into a bucket.
Marius took the bucket up to the deck and flung the contents of the bucket over the side into the ocean. He could see the captain speaking to two of his crewmates, one who he reconized and one that he didn't. He approached Tracey, the captain, the bucket still in his hand.
"Captain?" he asked, hoping that he wasn't interupting anything important. "Are there any repairs that need to be done before the ship sets sail, sir?"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:53 am
Tracey wanted to shake his head, or sigh, instead he remarked to Mariko, "It is the gunner's job to keep the powder dry. I'll not have wet powder nor give a job I had not known to be done with sucess." It wasn't impossible, but maybe dealing with this crew was.
Hearing singing, he was disappointed when he realized it wasn't Tia. However, that disapointment left when an apperently sane crew member asked about repairs. Remembering the job he was given by the old Captain he says, "Check all the guns and look over the weapons below. I want everything double checked, a battle is not the time to see something was over looked. When your done, report back to me." He observed the man, approving of the fact he even asked. Not enough intitive, it appeared, yet but he was showing conciderable promise. That being said, he was compring to whom he had delt with thus far.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 11:26 am
"You hear that?" Fleur asked the strange woman next to her. "Let's go check the cannons and see if they are in perfect working order!" She suddenly bolts toward the stairs leading below deck. "First one down there gets to fire off the cannons first!" She could still be heard as she disappeared from sight, "Parrots and innocent bystanders shall rue the day they messed with our testing!"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 11:52 am
"Parrots? Where?" Mariko hollared. She suddenly spied Marius in song and shuffled over to pinch his butt before throwing herself down the stairs and landing chin-first. "Oh! Hey look! Wow, lookit them beauties!" she exclaimed, pointing either to the shiny cannons or the old boot draped over one.
"Say! Where's the powder? Ah, here! Hey! Lookit! An old boot!" she cried, stuffing it into Cannon Number 1, which she patted and addressed as "Mista Mongum-ry Dear."
"SAY! Lookit! There's another old boot! Wonder if they be related!" She stuffed the second boot into Cannon Number 2. "Say, is that the Cap'n's favorite novel? Dunno, but let's put it in too!" And with that, in went the novel.
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