Pirates II -- Come on, Be A Pirate (Please do not delete)

ooc- btw, Lari, I loved your response when you first walked in the room. I was laughing so hard! :D

ic- "ye know, Twilight, that ain't such a bad idea." Fish looked back at Machia, "Mate, do we have enough time to make the few sets o' British clothin' that we have look presentable? We can send nine or ten o' us out thar, then, and we'll be blendin' in perfectly."
"Aye, I be thinking we have 'bout a day or so. I want any mate that can sew well to be working on that clothin', then. Saruman knows what we look like, but few of his new goons do. The more we blend in, the better. Any other ideas?"

"The Wizard's with 'em, eh?" Twilight's dark brown eyes glowed with a sudden almost red light. She refused to mention Saruman's name after he had hoodwinked her for what she deemed the first time in her life, with an evil necklace that made her forget herself and her friends. "In that case, can I be the first volunteer to go? I'll wash this powder off meself and make meself presentable. And I'll even help with the sewin if I have the time. After sewin all those powder bags this'll be positively easy.. thought Twilight.
 
"I-I can sew..." Fyn added, knowing she could do that fairly easily if nothing else. "And I can do something with your hair..." Fyn added looking at Twilight's hair. "Maybe cutting some off would do some good..."
 
"I-I can sew..." Fyn added, knowing she could do that fairly easily if nothing else. "And I can do something with your hair..." Fyn added looking at Twilight's hair. "Maybe cutting some off would do some good..."

Twilight sent Fyn a swift look that might have been appropriate coming from a saintly old priest condemning a boldfaced blasphemer. "Keep yer sewin' scissors away from me thankee very much Fyn me hearty. Braid it or unbraid it yes, but cut it I wont. I haven't had me hair cut since me Dad took it upon himself to give me a trim, and even though lookin' like a lad let me earn enough swag to get me own boat, I vowed never to cut me hair again, and It'll stay the way it is, and the Brit's'll have to put that in thier pipes and smoke it." Twilight nodded her head vigorously, her many braids of dark brown hair dancing around her head like many aggrieved snakes.
 
ic- "ye know, Twilight, that ain't such a bad idea." Fish looked back at Machia, "Mate, do we have enough time to make the few sets o' British clothin' that we have look presentable? We can send nine or ten o' us out thar, then, and we'll be blendin' in perfectly."
"Aye, I be thinking we have 'bout a day or so. I want any mate that can sew well to be working on that clothin', then. Saruman knows what we look like, but few of his new goons do. The more we blend in, the better. Any other ideas?"

"The Wizard's with 'em, eh?" Twilight's dark brown eyes glowed with a sudden almost red light. She refused to mention Saruman's name after he had hoodwinked her for what she deemed the first time in her life, with an evil necklace that made her forget herself and her friends. "In that case, can I be the first volunteer to go? I'll wash this powder off meself and make meself presentable. And I'll even help with the sewin if I have the time. After sewin all those powder bags this'll be positively easy.. thought Twilight.

Machia smiled and took a large bite of his apple, sending juice dripping down onto the table... "Arrrrr... Aye, yer all thinkin' the same way I am... Gar, we do happen to have a Brit flag onboard, I almost had it burned... It was either that or give it ter Jack the Monkey fer his bed, but good thing I decided against it... Arrrrr... I'll jus' have the crew run up the flag... That's the easy part... And I don't think we'll be needin' any one ter sew us anythin' fer this mission... We're on a ship where most o' the crew wear Navy uniforms anyway... We can jus' borrow some o' those...

Our main problem is actin' an' soundin' like we be part o' a British Navy ship... I'll bet ye our accents 'taint normal fer British sailors... An' of course someone'll have ter act as our Captain... Fer that we'll have to someone who is a..." Machia trailed off, staring into space... After a moments silence, he smiled again...

"Gar, all o' the sudden this plan seems a lot more possible..." The First Mate said excitedly... "Arrr, We have Norrington with us!! All we have to do is get him to pose as our Captain! No one from the Navy would question him... He is well known among most of the fleet!!"

"I'm all fer the foolin the brits plan, but we will probably need to clean ourselves up a bit. And is IOWW still a prisoner there?"
"Nay, she's somewhere here on the ship..."
 
Machia smiled and took a large bite of his apple, sending juice dripping down onto the table... "Arrrrr... Aye, yer all thinkin' the same way I am... Gar, we do happen to have a Brit flag onboard, I almost had it burned... It was either that or give it ter Jack the Monkey fer his bed, but good thing I decided against it... Arrrrr... I'll jus' have the crew run up the flag... That's the easy part... And I don't think we'll be needin' any one ter sew us anythin' fer this mission... We're on a ship where most o' the crew wear Navy uniforms anyway... We can jus' borrow some o' those...

Our main problem is actin' an' soundin' like we be part o' a British Navy ship... I'll bet ye our accents 'taint normal fer British sailors... An' of course someone'll have ter act as our Captain... Fer that we'll have to someone who is a..." Machia trailed off, staring into space... After a moments silence, he smiled again...

"Gar, all o' the sudden this plan seems a lot more possible..." The First Mate said excitedly... "Arrr, We have Norrington with us!! All we have to do is get him to pose as our Captain! No one from the Navy would question him... He is well known among most of the fleet!!"

"Nay, she's somewhere here on the ship..."

"Ye know, fer the first mate, he aint all that... majestic...." Whispered Twilight to Fish while Machia dripped juice on the table. Fish stifled a snort of laughter and Twilight nodded solemnly to Machia's remarks. "Sounds good to me, and it be a load off my mind that IOWW be safe. And I can change me accent with the best of 'em. I've been knocked about from place to place so much, I can do ye a shire accent, a Narnian or Archenland accent, and others that're a bit harder. British should be a piece O' cake. Can I have yer permission to go on the mission Firs' Mate?"
 
Machia smiled and took a large bite of his apple, sending juice dripping down onto the table... "Arrrrr... Aye, yer all thinkin' the same way I am... Gar, we do happen to have a Brit flag onboard, I almost had it burned... It was either that or give it ter Jack the Monkey fer his bed, but good thing I decided against it... Arrrrr... I'll jus' have the crew run up the flag... That's the easy part... And I don't think we'll be needin' any one ter sew us anythin' fer this mission... We're on a ship where most o' the crew wear Navy uniforms anyway... We can jus' borrow some o' those...

Our main problem is actin' an' soundin' like we be part o' a British Navy ship... I'll bet ye our accents 'taint normal fer British sailors... An' of course someone'll have ter act as our Captain... Fer that we'll have to someone who is a..." Machia trailed off, staring into space... After a moments silence, he smiled again...

"Gar, all o' the sudden this plan seems a lot more possible..." The First Mate said excitedly... "Arrr, We have Norrington with us!! All we have to do is get him to pose as our Captain! No one from the Navy would question him... He is well known among most of the fleet!!"

"Nay, she's somewhere here on the ship..."

"Machia, are you forgetting that the majority of us are from Britain?" Fish said in perfect english, "And being back here, even for a short while, is making it easier to speak in our original accent. The only problem I forsee most of us having is acting like we are part of the Royal Navy. But then, I suppose you are right about Norrington - if someone gets suspicious, we could have him say he is training us, or something of that like."
 
"Ye know, fer the first mate, he aint all that... majestic...." Whispered Twilight to Fish while Machia dripped juice on the table. Fish stifled a snort of laughter and Twilight nodded solemnly to Machia's remarks. "Sounds good to me, and it be a load off my mind that IOWW be safe. And I can change me accent with the best of 'em. I've been knocked about from place to place so much, I can do ye a shire accent, a Narnian or Archenland accent, and others that're a bit harder. British should be a piece O' cake. Can I have yer permission to go on the mission Firs' Mate?"

Machia chewed thoughtfully on his apple for a moment and then replied... "Arrrr... Aye, ye have my permission... Ye be a perfect candidate... We be needin' somone ter make sure Norrington stays in line while we're thar... He says he turned his back on the Wizard, but I still wouldn't trust him with so much as a loaded quill pen, let alone a pistol... And he could jus' let slip to anyone at the harbor that we're wanted pirates an' soon we'll have more ships ter worry 'bout, chasin' after us..." The First Mate turned to Fish and Fyn...

"Gar, I'd also like both of ye to go on the mission as well, unless ye'd rather stay behind an' teach this worthless crew o' Navy rats, how ter swab a deck good an' proper..." he took another bite from the apple and threw the core into the empty bowl.... "Arrrr.. I swear, they've been out thar fer a hour swabbin' the deck, but it don't look any different... In fact somehow I think it be lookin' worse..." He reached into his pocket an pulled out another apple...
 
Twilight sent Fyn a swift look that might have been appropriate coming from a saintly old priest condemning a boldfaced blasphemer. "Keep yer sewin' scissors away from me thankee very much Fyn me hearty. Braid it or unbraid it yes, but cut it I wont. I haven't had me hair cut since me Dad took it upon himself to give me a trim, and even though lookin' like a lad let me earn enough swag to get me own boat, I vowed never to cut me hair again, and It'll stay the way it is, and the Brit's'll have to put that in thier pipes and smoke it." Twilight nodded her head vigorously, her many braids of dark brown hair dancing around her head like many aggrieved snakes.

"Twilight, I'm sorry, I didn't know...but if you want to pass for a Brit, you might have to cut it, or put it up in a hat..." Fyn answered softly.
 
Machia chewed thoughtfully on his apple for a moment and then replied... "Arrrr... Aye, ye have my permission... Ye be a perfect candidate... We be needin' somone ter make sure Norrington stays in line while we're thar... He says he turned his back on the Wizard, but I still wouldn't trust him with so much as a loaded quill pen, let alone a pistol... And he could jus' let slip to anyone at the harbor that we're wanted pirates an' soon we'll have more ships ter worry 'bout, chasin' after us..." The First Mate turned to Fish and Fyn...

"Gar, I'd also like both of ye to go on the mission as well, unless ye'd rather stay behind an' teach this worthless crew o' Navy rats, how ter swab a deck good an' proper..." he took another bite from the apple and threw the core into the empty bowl.... "Arrrr.. I swear, they've been out thar fer a hour swabbin' the deck, but it don't look any different... In fact somehow I think it be lookin' worse..." He reached into his pocket an pulled out another apple...

"Well, I'm not comin' down too hard on the swabs, knowing how bad apple juice stains a deck," commented Twilight, twitching a braid behind her shoulder and giving Machia a crooked smile. "I'll have to be sure to leave someone with ye who really knows the ins and outs of these cannons, just in case we are discovered. Arrr... I could hope fer just that sort of an adventure, bein on the ship that's pursuein' ours, and givin' them somethin to think about the next time they want to attack our ship, and then gettin back to our ship alive... Well, ye ready fer it Fish and Fyn?"
 
Machia chewed thoughtfully on his apple for a moment and then replied... "Arrrr... Aye, ye have my permission... Ye be a perfect candidate... We be needin' somone ter make sure Norrington stays in line while we're thar... He says he turned his back on the Wizard, but I still wouldn't trust him with so much as a loaded quill pen, let alone a pistol... And he could jus' let slip to anyone at the harbor that we're wanted pirates an' soon we'll have more ships ter worry 'bout, chasin' after us..." The First Mate turned to Fish and Fyn...

"Gar, I'd also like both of ye to go on the mission as well, unless ye'd rather stay behind an' teach this worthless crew o' Navy rats, how ter swab a deck good an' proper..." he took another bite from the apple and threw the core into the empty bowl.... "Arrrr.. I swear, they've been out thar fer a hour swabbin' the deck, but it don't look any different... In fact somehow I think it be lookin' worse..." He reached into his pocket an pulled out another apple...

"Very funny, mate," Fish said, "I mean, honestly, you expect me NOT to go on the mission? I love the ship, but right now it holds no adventure. No, I'm going ashore." Fish said with certainty. "Oh, but don't worry," she added hastily when she saw the look on Machia's face, "just because I want a bit of adventure doesn't mean I'll be stirring up trouble."
 
Machia chewed thoughtfully on his apple for a moment and then replied... "Arrrr... Aye, ye have my permission... Ye be a perfect candidate... We be needin' somone ter make sure Norrington stays in line while we're thar... He says he turned his back on the Wizard, but I still wouldn't trust him with so much as a loaded quill pen, let alone a pistol... And he could jus' let slip to anyone at the harbor that we're wanted pirates an' soon we'll have more ships ter worry 'bout, chasin' after us..." The First Mate turned to Fish and Fyn...

"Gar, I'd also like both of ye to go on the mission as well, unless ye'd rather stay behind an' teach this worthless crew o' Navy rats, how ter swab a deck good an' proper..." he took another bite from the apple and threw the core into the empty bowl.... "Arrrr.. I swear, they've been out thar fer a hour swabbin' the deck, but it don't look any different... In fact somehow I think it be lookin' worse..." He reached into his pocket an pulled out another apple...

"I'll go...but, are you sure you know how to teach to swab a deck properly? Even when you do it, it looks the same..." she smiled lightly. "I'd rather go on the mission though, because I already know how to clean a deck..."
 
"I'll go...but, are you sure you know how to teach to swab a deck properly? Even when you do it, it looks the same..." she smiled lightly. "I'd rather go on the mission though, because I already know how to clean a deck..."

"Arrr, good thinkin me hearty!" laughed Twilight, clapping Fyn on the back. "Now let's go gussie ourselves up to meet the brits. I'm likin' yer hat idea... Methinks I can pin me braids up well enough that they'll look pretty near normal... But I wont have to leave me weapons, will I?" Twilight patted her heavily laden belt, which was almost sagging with the weight of the weapons she had crammed onto it. "I'll just stick em in my shirt or me boots or somethin... I refuse to go on the ship without me weapons... That'd be like playin botchi without the balls... it might still be fun, but it'd be a lot more fun with than without..."
 
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"Arrr, good thinkin me hearty!" laughed Twilight, clapping Fyn on the back. "Now let's go gussie ourselves up to meet the brits. I'm likin' yer hat idea... Methinks I can pin me braids up well enough that they'll look pretty near normal... But I wont have to leave me weapons, will I?" Twilight patted her heavily laden belt, which was almost sagging with the weight of the weapons she had crammed onto it. "I'll just stick em in my shirt or me boots or somethin... I refuse to go on the ship without me weapons... That'd be like playin botchi without the balls... it might still be fun, but it'd be a lot more fun with than without..."

"Maybe leave some behind..." Fyn said. "We'll need to look as normal as possible, which includes getting you bathed..." Fyn smiled playfully. "that includes soap. And I think that we'll have to look as brittanish as possible, meaning we might be able to keep a pistol in our pockets, but we'll only be able to have those awful straight swords they use...and probably nothing else, and we'll have to work on your accent..." Fyn brought up a stern, teacher like english accent. "And your grammer, dear."
 
"Maybe leave some behind..." Fyn said. "We'll need to look as normal as possible, which includes getting you bathed..." Fyn smiled playfully. "that includes soap. And I think that we'll have to look as brittanish as possible, meaning we might be able to keep a pistol in our pockets, but we'll only be able to have those awful straight swords they use...and probably nothing else, and we'll have to work on your accent..." Fyn brought up a stern, teacher like english accent. "And your grammer, dear."

Twilight stiffened in mock outrage. "Hey, I know just as much about soap as ye do dear!" Fyn raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. Twilight just smiled crookedly and switched to a very haughty british accent: "And now I'm off to my royal bath old top. See you in a bit!"
 
Twilight stiffened in mock outrage. "Hey, I know just as much about soap as ye do dear!" Fyn raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. Twilight just smiled crookedly and switched to a very haughty british accent: "And now I'm off to my royal bath old top. See you in a bit!"

"And remember, it's YOU not YE..." Fyn shouted after her. "And you must stop dropping your 'g's'..." Fyn instructed following her up, going to get the supplies needed to start the uniforms.
 
Late, Azgar rushed in just as they were leaving. "I wasn't sure whether I qualified as a 'pirate' or not... I mean, I've been with you for awhile, but I don't know..." He took one glance at Machia's apple and knew there had been some serious thinking going on. "So," he asked, "What plans are we making today?"
 
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