I am confused. I'm not sure who to vote for. Orestes might be a good idea cause maybe he only had immunity that one time from the mob vote but that would be kinda weird.
cheshire on
She was never meant to be a common creature
Extraordinary takes time
I am confused. I'm not sure who to vote for. Orestes might be a good idea cause maybe he only had immunity that one time from the mob vote but that would be kinda weird.
I think that Jimothy thinks that maybe he's found the heart, and we could potentially bring both down at once.
FishmanPut your goddamned hand in the goddamned Box of Pain.Registered Userregular
edited May 2008
!retract Orestes
!vote Grundlterror
Quick count has:
Orestes - 19
Grundlterror - 7
This was a pretty rough count, so don't take it as stone. Also, I think I saw Zombies! voting - didn't he die two days ago? Am I confused? Anyway, I ignored that vote.
Alright, I'm outta here for a couple of hours. I'll check back in after football.
I'm the Disney Norrington from the first movie, the one that let Jack Sparrow go with a day's head start, not the uncouth Norrington who steals jars of dirt.
And what do I get out of it? I get stabbed, and we're not even to the third movie yet.
It must be because the Governor and I caught on to Jimothy Sparrow's dirty little secret.
cj iwakuraThe Rhythm RegentBears The Name FreedomRegistered Userregular
edited May 2008
Day 7 - Hang The Code
Captain Jimothy allowed himself a smile as he watched the sun set on the horizon. The ship was nearing their destination. He felt it in the air.
Tortuga was only a rest stop. The detour wouldn't be long, not that mattered. The true goal was close by, and in their grasp. His grasp.
"When do we arrive? Light won't be on our side for long, mate."
Jimothy looked to the side, and realized the wheel was unmanned. "Mate? Bloody hell... off with the rum again."
The Captain went to the mast, and gave the wheel a spin, made aware moments later of heavy steps of footsteps which surrounded his location, accompanied by a cold voice that came from over his shoulder.
One that Jimothy knew all too well.
"Your time's up, 'Captain'."
"Bugger." He turned with his best smile, hands raised to the shadowed creature with the most innocent of demeanors.
"Right you are, mate! I have the map right here, and with 'er, all the treasure your beady little heart could ever desire."
Jimothy paused, and glanced down. "Well, or whatever you got for a ticker there."
"A debt need be paid, and I've come to collect. To the depths. ...you and your map."
The Captain's expression was no defense from the massive claw which took him by the throat. A simple flick of the wrist, and an extensive splatter of blood, and Jimothy was no more.
At least, not in one piece.
His slayer took up the former Captain's hat, smiling through crooked teeth as it was settled over his current one.
"Been a pleasure doin' business."
_____________________________
"Why have you brought me this man?"
"To... to make an example of him, my lord."
"Your 'examples' have done naught but cost us time, and losses that we can not long cover for.
You disappoint me, 'Commodore'."
"Ah, pardon, sir..." That Dave Fella interjected, with a pained smile from his bloodied expression. He hadn't gone quietly. "If I'm not the man you're lookin' for, I'd like to be goin' now..."
"Of course. Commodore, send our dear sailor on his way."
The man across the desk gave a knowing nod, and slit Dave's throat without hesitation.
"Now, to our next order of business..."
"If I might intrude..."
Stew_Stick looked across the desk, past his Commodore and the corpse of Dave to the unwanted guest, who had entered without a sound, standing from just out of the dimly glowing lamp's reach.
"Business hours have ended, Pirate. Be on your way, or join your compatriot."
"See, that's the problem... you're conducting your business on me ship, and I'll see you put an end to it."
"I fail to see how you will stop me."
"I've me ways."
The candle flickered, and the last thing Stew saw was the smile of his killer as the gun in his hand went off.
The Lord fell against his desk, eyes opened in bewilderment as his blood spilled across the desk, gradually intermingled with the considerable pile of coins gathered there.
His Commodore had ran off into the night, leaving the shadowed man to curse as his firearm was returned to its holster.
"My work's done here, if ye'll be excusin' me." The man tilted his hat in a formal gesture to the corpse of Stew_Stick, and left the candle burning beside its former owner, leaving the chamber in silence followed by the door's slam.
_____________________________
"What's the situation, lads?" Belruel had not seen the Captain for hours, so the First Mate did as what could only be expected in such a situation, and took over the ship without hesitation.
It took both real_pochacco and Javen to hold the flailing Commodore down to the plank.
To his credit, Daric had met his end honorably, and without struggle.
Clearly, B:L wasn't as inclined to acquiesce to their request.
"He's gone mad, Ca-..." Javen glanced up while looking up to Belruel skeptically, before Belruel gestured to the hat that was immediately recognizable.
Javen had no further argument. "...mad, Captain...somethin' about a ghost."
"HE'LL KILL US ALL!" B:L screamed, and knocked pochacco aside with an elbow, before he turned and ran off the plank, right into the waiting tide.
"Right, so much for that..." With the deceased well beyond concern, the Captain-elect made the captured Orestes the object of attention, as it had taken five crew men just to hold the man-beast in place.
His claw was still red with blood.
"Seems your time's run out, Mr. Jones."
Orestes merely laughed, and with a sudden swing of both arms, the men that had been led into thinking they had the Lord of the Depths restrained were knocked to the deck.
One massive footstep lead to another, and Orestes took Belruel by the throat, with the claw that had already tasted a considerable fill of blood that night.
"Do ye not... fear death?"
Orestes smiled, and to his surprise, Belruel laughed, and a respective question followed.
"Do you?"
The creature gave a hateful look, and prepared to snap the new Captain's neck right then and there just like he had the last... only, there was no claw where there should have been... only the frail hand of an old man.
The tendrils of the sea beast that lined his visage had been replaced by a thin, white-greyed beard.
And where the fire in his black eyes had been, there was just the sad eyes of a sailor alive beyond his years.
Orestes had no words to say, he merely lowered his hand and stepped back, resigned to his fate.
"...ye won't be rid of me... not as long as the wind o'er the seas draw breath."
The broken man stepped back to the edge of the ship, and gave one final smile before he held out his arms, laughing as he tumbled back into the water.
Within moments after the demise of Orestes, the skies darkened, and the wind began to howl.
"Make ready for bad weather, mates." Belruel adjusted the new hat, taking something of a liking to it, as well as the map taken from the remains of its former owner, eyeing its contents with a nod.
"We make for the east, and pray we get there before the storm does."
The Dead
That Dave Fella, sailor Jimothy, Captain Jack Sparrow Stew_Stick, Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company B:L, Commodore of the East India Trading Company Daric, sailor Orestes, Davy Jones
Captain: Belruel
First Mate: TheLawinator
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Extraordinary takes time
I think that Jimothy thinks that maybe he's found the heart, and we could potentially bring both down at once.
Hopefully it works this time.
Extraordinary takes time
after all
tentacle men don't have a place here
!vote Grundlterror
Quick count has:
Orestes - 19
Grundlterror - 7
This was a pretty rough count, so don't take it as stone. Also, I think I saw Zombies! voting - didn't he die two days ago? Am I confused? Anyway, I ignored that vote.
Alright, I'm outta here for a couple of hours. I'll check back in after football.
!vote Orestes
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of EVIL!
I've been even more useless lately. And I'll be even even more useless tomorrow with work business.
If, like, a bad guy could kill me tonight it would really make me feel a lot better.
I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE ON YOU ALL
!Daric, I'm out of one-liners.
Weeeee
Umm, ok.
Steam
EPIC REVEAL
Expect to see me again sometime after tonight.
...But I am Norrington.
I thought you were the Goltana/Larg Knight?
Now you're a dead Norrington
Welcome to my crew.
no you're not I'm Mister Gibbs and I'm a seer and I seered you and I know you're actually Jack the Monkey
And what do I get out of it? I get stabbed, and we're not even to the third movie yet.
It must be because the Governor and I caught on to Jimothy Sparrow's dirty little secret.
I didn't see you lending me a hand in the third movie.
You octopi-faced scoundrel.
Hung any pirates lately?
Are you so sure about that?
What if a certain someone found you?
Anything in your role PM along those lines?
And I see regardless of what was claimed no other people were suspected at all today. Lets see what the results bring us!
Honestly, I hope I didn't push anyones buttons too much. I had fun defending my position (as a sailor, giving what in my opinion was good advice).
I'm over here, all "What?"
Captain Jimothy allowed himself a smile as he watched the sun set on the horizon. The ship was nearing their destination. He felt it in the air.
Tortuga was only a rest stop. The detour wouldn't be long, not that mattered. The true goal was close by, and in their grasp. His grasp.
"When do we arrive? Light won't be on our side for long, mate."
Jimothy looked to the side, and realized the wheel was unmanned. "Mate? Bloody hell... off with the rum again."
The Captain went to the mast, and gave the wheel a spin, made aware moments later of heavy steps of footsteps which surrounded his location, accompanied by a cold voice that came from over his shoulder.
One that Jimothy knew all too well.
"Your time's up, 'Captain'."
"Bugger." He turned with his best smile, hands raised to the shadowed creature with the most innocent of demeanors.
"Right you are, mate! I have the map right here, and with 'er, all the treasure your beady little heart could ever desire."
Jimothy paused, and glanced down. "Well, or whatever you got for a ticker there."
"A debt need be paid, and I've come to collect. To the depths. ...you and your map."
The Captain's expression was no defense from the massive claw which took him by the throat. A simple flick of the wrist, and an extensive splatter of blood, and Jimothy was no more.
At least, not in one piece.
His slayer took up the former Captain's hat, smiling through crooked teeth as it was settled over his current one.
"Been a pleasure doin' business."
_____________________________
"Why have you brought me this man?"
"To... to make an example of him, my lord."
"Your 'examples' have done naught but cost us time, and losses that we can not long cover for.
You disappoint me, 'Commodore'."
"Ah, pardon, sir..." That Dave Fella interjected, with a pained smile from his bloodied expression. He hadn't gone quietly. "If I'm not the man you're lookin' for, I'd like to be goin' now..."
"Of course. Commodore, send our dear sailor on his way."
The man across the desk gave a knowing nod, and slit Dave's throat without hesitation.
"Now, to our next order of business..."
"If I might intrude..."
Stew_Stick looked across the desk, past his Commodore and the corpse of Dave to the unwanted guest, who had entered without a sound, standing from just out of the dimly glowing lamp's reach.
"Business hours have ended, Pirate. Be on your way, or join your compatriot."
"See, that's the problem... you're conducting your business on me ship, and I'll see you put an end to it."
"I fail to see how you will stop me."
"I've me ways."
The candle flickered, and the last thing Stew saw was the smile of his killer as the gun in his hand went off.
The Lord fell against his desk, eyes opened in bewilderment as his blood spilled across the desk, gradually intermingled with the considerable pile of coins gathered there.
His Commodore had ran off into the night, leaving the shadowed man to curse as his firearm was returned to its holster.
"My work's done here, if ye'll be excusin' me." The man tilted his hat in a formal gesture to the corpse of Stew_Stick, and left the candle burning beside its former owner, leaving the chamber in silence followed by the door's slam.
_____________________________
"What's the situation, lads?" Belruel had not seen the Captain for hours, so the First Mate did as what could only be expected in such a situation, and took over the ship without hesitation.
It took both real_pochacco and Javen to hold the flailing Commodore down to the plank.
To his credit, Daric had met his end honorably, and without struggle.
Clearly, B:L wasn't as inclined to acquiesce to their request.
"He's gone mad, Ca-..." Javen glanced up while looking up to Belruel skeptically, before Belruel gestured to the hat that was immediately recognizable.
Javen had no further argument. "...mad, Captain...somethin' about a ghost."
"HE'LL KILL US ALL!" B:L screamed, and knocked pochacco aside with an elbow, before he turned and ran off the plank, right into the waiting tide.
"Right, so much for that..." With the deceased well beyond concern, the Captain-elect made the captured Orestes the object of attention, as it had taken five crew men just to hold the man-beast in place.
His claw was still red with blood.
"Seems your time's run out, Mr. Jones."
Orestes merely laughed, and with a sudden swing of both arms, the men that had been led into thinking they had the Lord of the Depths restrained were knocked to the deck.
One massive footstep lead to another, and Orestes took Belruel by the throat, with the claw that had already tasted a considerable fill of blood that night.
"Do ye not... fear death?"
Orestes smiled, and to his surprise, Belruel laughed, and a respective question followed.
"Do you?"
The creature gave a hateful look, and prepared to snap the new Captain's neck right then and there just like he had the last... only, there was no claw where there should have been... only the frail hand of an old man.
The tendrils of the sea beast that lined his visage had been replaced by a thin, white-greyed beard.
And where the fire in his black eyes had been, there was just the sad eyes of a sailor alive beyond his years.
Orestes had no words to say, he merely lowered his hand and stepped back, resigned to his fate.
"...ye won't be rid of me... not as long as the wind o'er the seas draw breath."
The broken man stepped back to the edge of the ship, and gave one final smile before he held out his arms, laughing as he tumbled back into the water.
Within moments after the demise of Orestes, the skies darkened, and the wind began to howl.
"Make ready for bad weather, mates." Belruel adjusted the new hat, taking something of a liking to it, as well as the map taken from the remains of its former owner, eyeing its contents with a nod.
"We make for the east, and pray we get there before the storm does."
The Dead
That Dave Fella, sailor
Jimothy, Captain Jack Sparrow
Stew_Stick, Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company
B:L, Commodore of the East India Trading Company
Daric, sailor
Orestes, Davy Jones
Captain: Belruel
First Mate: TheLawinator
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