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The legend passed down, and many have tried and failed to claim the bounty as their own. Many will still try, but the spanish armada will stop at nothing to rid the seas of the pirate scurge. In the capable hands of Comander Álvaro de Bazán, the spanish fleet as all but delivered the killing strike to the last remnants of the pirate filth.


Welcome to Upon the Boiling Sea. This is a Carribean pirate oddessy. Players will be able to assume the role of a pirate or a spanish naval officer. There are a number of roles on a spanish galleon. You must find your place, whether as a pirate or soldier.

In this RP you will have to take a side. [Spain or Pirate]. After choosing a side you will need to choose a vessel in which to serve. If you wish create a new vessel, you must have the first two OC slots filled with players on your ship's skeleton before submitting the new vessel. Players are allowed to fill as many empty OC slots as they like. NPC slots may only be filled once the first four OC slots have been claimed for all active vessels. (In other words, You may create a ship for yourself alone, but you must play at least the first two charcters on that ship.)

Ship Skeletons:
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Pirate Vessels:





This is a list of all ships that have been successfully registered. To submit a new ship, PM the ship skeleton to panterajunkie1692 with Ship Request in the subject line.

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Spanish Vessels:

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Spanish Navy:

Waves crashed against the old planks of the Immortal's hull. The ship rode the churning ocean with intent. Lady Luck was clutching the bowsprit, her frozen stare watching the horizon eternal. Gale stood at the ships bow, his foot resting casually on the base of the bowsprit. His cutlass was resting bluntside against his shoulder. His fingers slid along the smooth bulb at the end of the guilded hilt as he supported the rest of the blade. A confident smirk glued to his face, Gale's gaze was fixated on the dark clouds painting the sky in the distance. His ship, The Immortal, was sailing directly at the storm and the frequent flashes of fire and gunpowder strobing in the cloud cloaked horizon told him of a future at port. Rum. Gold. Women. The simplest joys of life were at their fingertips once again.

The air was thick with cannon smoke and the smell of burning wood and flesh. The sky was still grey as the remnants of the storm drifted off with the smoke. Through the fog of war, the wrecks of three vessels were barely visible as they slowly made their descent to the deeps. Gale nodded before turning around and approaching the railing just behind him. Below, on the decks, his crew was already working towards their goal. Gale walked down the stairway just to his right and began across the deck. Shouting orders as he weaved through his crew towards the bridge.
"Alright men! You know the drill! These ladies are about to go to the locker! We've got to take as much as we can grab before they're gone! If you get stranded, Well it's been nice knowing ya'. We'll spend your share in your honor. Now. Get moving!"
Gale climbed up the stairs and joined Star Child at the wheel. She was guiding the ship through the broken hulls and splittered deck wood with ease.
"Alright, Star. Take us in slow. Put us by the first galleon there." He motioned towards the closest wreck. It was small, a schooner. Its broken mast still brandished a tatered spanish flag, indicating it was an transport of some kind. "Looks like a good start."
She nodded confidently in silence, "Aye Captain"
Gale nodded before walking backwards, his hands clasped behind his back. He continued until he'd moved back enough to be standing next to his first mate, who was actively scanning the surroundings and the wrecks from her position at the aft railing. She didn't wait for him to speak.
"You know we're not going to get to them all, right?"
Gale smirked, "We'll see. You ready?"
With that he hopped up on the port-side railing on the quarter deck with a rope tethered to the mast in his right hand. When they were close enough, Gale leapt off the ship clutching the rope. In a wide swooping swing he came to a comfortable landing on the wrecks splintered deck, followed closely by other crewmates using similar boarding methods.

"So the cabin is flooded?"
Gale quickly skimmed through the logs while continuing. "Good work, Crab." He then tossed the pay packet back to her.
"Keep it. According to these logs, we'll make our pay in the cargo easily enough. Sugar Cane. We're not even going to worry about the other two."
He nodded before heading below decks to the cargo hold to begin assessing the salvagable cargo. The other two ships wouldn't have near as much as this cargo ship was carrying. One, just a spanish escort. The other was a pirate vessel. From the looks of things, all three went down in the battle. The ship they were on was generally void of crew, dead or alive. The others, Gale guessed, were proabably blood soaked from the battle that claimed them. No long boats. The survivors already fled to the mercy of the sea. This job had been fortunatly simple. A wrekage making its descent at a comfortable speed, and a lucky find in the ship's cargo. This much sugar cane would keep his crew soaked in as much booze as they can stand for months, with enough to resupply and make tedious minor repairs to The Immortal.

Gale placed the ship log in a leather pouch straped to his belt before rushing up the stairwell to the deck. His crew still hard at work and nearly half finished moving the pile of supplies across the thin planks links the two vessels.

Gale scratched his chin for a moment while staring at the remaining supplies. He started to scan the broken deck.
"This is a cargo ship so where's the cargo. . .Ah Ha!"
There is was. The ships cargo net. It was rolled pefectly and set aside near the topside access bay to the cargo hold. The crooked posture of the sinking ship had only shifted it slightly.
Gale turned around and shouted to the men moving crates and barrels.
"You three! Get that net spread out. Move the stuff over and tie it up." He looked back at Nicole. "We'll take it all in one go."
With that he turned and walked towards the mast.
"Somehow." He added. He then pulled out a small dagger. After wrapping a loose toe rope around a hook on the mast and grabbing the other end, he clutched onto another rope fixed to the mast. With a quick swing his dagger cut the rope and it pulled Gale and the loose rope in his hand up to the gaff of the main sail. He pulled the slack up until the end hooked to the mast tightened. He then wrapped the top of the mast and rolled up the extra slack. Slowly letting more line from the role, Gale tip toed across the gaff until he had only the fluxuating gap between him and the fore-gaff of his own ship.

The gap went from maybe three feet to nearly twenty every time the Immortal rolled with sea. He waited out the cycle to get his rythmn before making the jump. He landed just on the end with one foot but the gaff wobbled and he lost his balance. His hands grabbed the edge and the sail absorbed his swing so with a sigh of relief he climbed back up and made his way to the mast of his own ship. He wrapped the rope around it and pulled any slack from the rope before using it to repel to the deck of the Immortal. He rounded the mast once with the rope and In as quick a sprint as he could manage on the slippery deck he raced back across the bridge planks to his crew, who, with Crab's assistance, were putting the finishing ties on the cargo bundle. He could feel the rope thightening already as the ship was sinking faster and faster. He would have to move quicker. He drew his pistol and tied the end of his rope to the handle before flinging it up and over the rope he'd tied across before. He pulled his pistol and the rope back and removed the pistol before tieing the cargo net closed tightly. His rig was finished. The slack was already pulling tight as the ship sank further. The cargo was being lifted off the deck by the sinking ship itself.
"Alright! Everyone, Let's get off this thing." He shouted before ushering his crew back across the bridge. Gale and Nicole made it back to the Immortal just in time for the plank to pull away from the ship and fall into the water.
"Alright everyone grab this rope and pull that cargo over here!" Gale said as he approached the bottom of the rope rig. "If we can't get it close enough to the deck before we run out of slack, I'll have to drop it in the water."
"Aye, Captain!" Rang out over the deck as every able bodied man, women, and child were grabbing at new sections of slack as they pulled the dangling load across the gap. As slack was pulled the load slid along the rope bridge Gale had created between the two masts. As the load gained height the force began to shift to horizontal movement along the rope. It didn't take long before the load was at a distance he was comfortable with. Gale cut the rope with his dagger and the cargo dropped to the deck with a rolling thud. The rest of the rope pulled off the mast and sank into the sea with the rest of the spanish ship. The men cheered as they began shifting the cargo and untieing the net. Gale let out a sigh, but a smirk was glued to his face in satisfaction. He hopped down and walked over to his crew and first-mate.
"I told you we'd get it all." He said with air arogant satisfaction. He threw his hand up and yelled towards the bridge. "Star-my-Child! Get us outta here! Set sail for Jamaica, we make for Port Royal!"
"Aye!" rang out from the bridge as the ship began changing course. The men dropped the sails to full and the ship began to move away.

As the ship got on course Nicole turned and walked to her position on Gale's right side. "That was the best idea I've seen out of you yet." She said grinning at him. She looked at the sky and saw a line of pitch black clouds ahead of them. "Looks like we're runnin' straight into a good storm." She stated grimly. As the ship neared the front line of the storm she felt the Immortal start to sway a little more than usual. Nicole went to the bow of the ship and strained her eyes to see the waves ahead. Not able to see anything she turned and yelled up at the man in the crowsnest. "What's the sea look like ahead?" She asked craning her head up to see. He stuck his head out over the side.
"We're headin' stright into the heart of a nor' easter'" He answered then pulled his head back over so she couldn't see him anymore. Nicole shook her head and went next to Gale. "You heard that? This isn't good for us."

Nicole looked curiously at Gale. "Tortuga? I thought you hated it there. Are you sure? There are plenty of other posts." She asked her voice slightly worried. She looked at the sky again and saw why he would go any where near Tortuga. Nicole made a mental note to herself to never doubt him again, she understood perfectly now.