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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 3:55 pm
Michael: Mwahahah. Very well ms. Storm. rather than starting over i'll leave everything I've mentioned on the table and I think i'll take one more try at buying your silence. If you are still not pleased then you can name your price. So now lets try something else.
*Michael wheeled the globe over to storn and, taking a pen from his desk, began to circle several islands.*
Michael: These are various caches of Rum, Gold, ships, and "mystic relics" I have aquired over the years. They are all yours even the land themselves. Tortuga will soon be added to that list, and when I am done i will leave it to you along with Kibo's corpse. So how did i do?
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:25 pm
Storm couldn't hide the sparkle of greed in her eyes, but her voice was the same schooled blankness as it was before. She waved her hand, dismissivly at the globe.
"Trinkets all. But they shall suffice. Any other flagship, but the french and you have my service, Lord Michael."
Storm bowed low, showing respect.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:53 pm
Michael: Very well. How do you feel about the English?
*Michael opened the book once more as Le Rocher Nor crumbled back beneith the sea.*
Michael: Iron Prince, I call you to Service!
*Unlike the others this ship surfaces in one piece its hull completley clad in iron. The Iron Prince was once a flagship for Britain and an experimental one. The Iron Prince was an early Iron clad. The sheilds on its hull could defelect a cannon ball with ease and ramming was uneffective.*
Michael: How is this, the Iron Prince? Or should i send it back?
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:02 pm
"Send her back."
Storm did not mention that she did not apreacaite iron very much. Afterall, those rediculas rumors of faries had to come from somwhere. And while she could still bear to be around and interact with the metal, she did not like to and avoided it if at all possible.
"A sleek, fast ship, if you have one, would suffice."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:06 pm
Michael: Sleek and Fast?
*Once again as the Iron Prince sank another ship surfaced. The Death Wind a three mast chinese junk used by Michael to transport his treasure from cove to cove. This ship was one of the fastest in his fleet. Decorated with chinese lanterns the Death Wind' s opponents would see only a dim light before an ominous wind signaled their demise.*
Michael: Shall we close the deal now? Or do you have a problem with Oriental ships?
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:12 pm
"She is perfect."
Storm could well imagine the havock she would reek with the Death Wind. She looked back at Michael, smiling.
"Thirty pieces of silver can take many more intereting forms then just the classic look."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:27 pm
Michael: Good to hear.
(I'll cr8 another thread for the Death Wind so you can set up a crew and do what ever you like.)
*The Death Wind drifted into a spot along the docks and the lanterns came to life illuminating the deck in their gentle glow.*
Michael: Welcome to the fleet Captain Storm of the Death Wind, as well as first mate on the Santo Columbia.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:33 pm
"A pleasure, my lord Michael."
Storm bowed her head in difference to him, turned on her heels, and left the cabin without another word. She gave Kibo a warm smile as she rejoined him on deck, eyes watching her new ship's light's glimmer to life.
((Sounds great.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:44 pm
*Michael watched the lights of Death Wind shimmer on the night sea.*
(thought) Finally, an allie. She betrayed Kibo as if this is all a game I'd better keep my eye on her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:17 pm
Kibo crosses his arms aboard the ship, as a spirit floats onto his forehead, telling him what went on in the room. He closed his eyes and smiled. He trusted Storm completely. She had shown her worth many times over when it came to "signing into deals," and he was confident whatever her choice was, whether it was to lull Michael into a false sense of security, or to jump ship from his crew, he knew she did what she thought was best. Although he trusted her, he had no inhibitions about killing her if she had turned on him. The only thing that was certain was this: Kibo Botch was not left out of conversations. He looks over at Storm, showing no inclination that he had any idea what went on in that room.
Kibo: How'd everything go?
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:54 am
*Michael sat behind his desk playing with asmall replica of the Santo Columbia when a crewman entered.*
Crewman: "Sir the cargo has been loaded onto the three ships you've requested: the Black Gate, the Devil's Play, and the Calchas they have all been moved to their unloading locations and we are now ready to advance to stage two. Shall we continue?*
Michael: Yes.
Crewman: "Then we will begin immediatly."
*The crewman leaves... a fog rolls into Tortuga covering the three small ships gliding into port. Michael's crew hurries to unload the explosives and move them through out the city...*
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:28 am
Storm smiled.
"Ah well enough. I still own my soul, sort of, if that's what you're wondering. And it is still pledged to Kibo."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:38 am
Kibo: Good.
He was frustrated that he couldn't tell if she was lying or not. With humans, even the most skilled in keeping secrets, there was always a tell in their eyes when they told a lie, and a different one when they told the truth. Kibo was able to pick up on this from an early age. But with Storm, there was nothing. No glint, no shimmer, no nothing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:55 am
"So what's next to thwart Michael's plans for Tortuga, mister Kibo?"
Storm's voice was almost unbearbly cheerful.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:11 am
Kibo: I've planted spirits all over his ship. Anything that happens on it, I'll know.
There, he'd planted the seed. He knew the simple pressing of a book against a wall could enslave them all, but if Storm truly had switched alliances, he'd know. Either Michael would try that "cleansing" thing he did before, or he'd be much more cautious in his conversations. If either of those, or anything else happened along those lines, Kibo would know Storm was a spy.
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