Pirates III: A New Beginning

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Azgar rolled over and groaned. His head seemed about to explode as he staggered to his feet and looked around into the featureless white fog. "Well, no sense in staying here..." he though to himself. He staggered off, not paying much attention to where he was.
 
ooc: I suppose the wizard might have a bit of fun toying with the pirates... ;)

ic: The chilled breeze that had been steadily blowing soon turned into an icy wind. Aravis could feel it in her bones, and suddenly began to shake. Not like she hadn't ever experienced extreme cold before in her life, but she sensed something else that seemed to contribute. What it was, or even who it was, she couldn't begin even to guess.

None of the pirates had noticed an old man, swathed in a tattered robe of dark blue or black, slowly moving towards them. He grinned, baring his yellowing teeth, and with a wave of an old stick he had used as a prop, he struck the ground. The bridge, as rickety as it already was, shook for a few seconds. The old man then disappeared behind some trees, the black night veiling him entirely from view.

Aravis was in the middle of an argument with Machia (something about a torch) when the bridge shook violently. With one hand she had grabbed the side of the bridge and with the other she had grabbed Machia's shirt. "We 'ave to go and quick!" she sternly told Machia then followed by a "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" as loud as she could. Desperately she tried to check for planks even missing one of them as her right leg fell right through an empty space. Thankfully, she had been gripping both side of the bridge, and Machia who was behind her helped her out of it.
 
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Azgar continued blindly onward, tripping over rocks and roots and getting scratched by branches. Suddenly his foot touched something wet. "Water?" he muttered? He bent down and discovered that he was on the shore of a body of water, whether river, lake or ocean he could not tell, since the fog prevented him from seeing more than three yards.
 
ooc: Sorry about the double post, but at the request of QA48 and Saruman, I have started a new bad guy, who is going to be the main bad guy for the rest of the story; Saruman will apparently turn into a minor nuisance. I will continue playing Azgar as well as the new villain. ;)

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A dark figure moved through the woods. It was cloaked in black, but the black of its shroud was shot with red streaks as if of blood. In its hand the figure carried a weapon terrible to behold. He held it by a leather-wrapped grip on a short, black metal bar, about a foot long, crowned with a ring of spikes at the other end. A chain, also about a foot long, was attached to the spiked end of the bar, with a spiked ball, with barbs on the spikes, at the other end of the chain – forming a mace and chain. A short blade, slightly longer than that of a dirk, was fixed to the other end of the metal bar. The edges of it were lined with small, razor-sharp teeth, and it was topped by a point like a needle.
A sentry outside the stronghold of the Governor of Lantern Waste saw movement in the woods and moved toward it. As he approached, he saw the black-cloaked man. “Halt!” he commanded. “State your identity and your business.”
The robed man turned his head, and the sentry gasped. The man's face was concealed by a black mask, streaked with red, of a human face with a buzzard's beak where the nose should have been. The face was set in a horribly twisted grimace. “I am myself,” the masked man said in a quiet, yet menacing, voice, “and my business is my own. You would do well not to interfere with me.”
“That's not good enough,” the sentry said shakily. “I need to know who you are and what you're doing.”
“Is that so?” the man almost purred. “But perhaps you will not need so for much longer.” He raised his arm and pointed behind the sentry. A boar, with eyes red and foam dripping from its tusks, emerged from the trees with an enraged squeal and charged. At the same time, a huge grizzly bear lumbered toward the sentry from the other direction. Fear flooded the man's brain and he stood paralyzed, but the boar sheared off at the last second, and the grizzly shambled on past with only a glance and a menacing growl in the sentry's direction.
“Who are you?” the sentry whispered. “You look like a vulture!”
The masked man laughed, but the sound was soulless and devoid of humor. “Vulture? Yes, I suppose you may call me that. Lord Vulture would suit me very well. Now, will you let me pass?”
The sentry hesitated. “Well, you have told me your name... but I still need to know what you want here!”
Vulture's eyes glowed yellow behind the eye slits in the mask. “I warn you, for the last time, let me pass!” he said.
The sentry did his best to look stern. “You can't go any further until you've told me your business!” he barked.
Vulture glared. “Then die!” he shouted.
The sentry's skin was suddenly covered with a multitude of crawling insects that seemed to start burrowing into his skin. He screamed and dropped his weapons, clawing at his face and arms in his attempts to rid himself of the bugs. Vulture laughed chillingly as he watched the sentry rip chunks of his own flesh off, so desperate was he to remove the seeming pests. His blood flowed freely, staining the ground red... and then he moaned and collapsed. Vulture walked slowly past.
The Governor of Lantern Waste turned as he heard his door open, and saw Vulture framed in his doorway. “Who are you?” he asked, in a tone that said clearly he had much more important things on his mind. “What do you want?”
“I am Lord Vulture,” the masked man replied, “and I shall soon be the Ruler of Narnia. Aid me.” The governor felt an almost overwhelming compulsion to acquiesce. His brows creased in indecision. He looked up, began to speak the words which would place him in Vulture's power forever, then stopped. An image of his family flashed before his eyes. He could almost sense the evil emanating from the robed figure which confronted him. Suddenly he knew, with absolute certainty, that if he were to yield, his family would suffer.
“No!” he shouted, ripping his sword from its sheath and aiming a blow at Vulture. The black-and-red clad man stepped back from the governor's swing, then swung his mace. The governor ducked, but Vulture continued the swing, came around in a full circle, and brought it toward the governor's head. The governor lost his balance and fell to the floor. Vulture reversed his weapon and drove the blade at the man's unprotected chest. The governor rolled, and the blade missed him by a hair, but he could not dodge the spiked ball which thudded into his side. He blinked, looking up at Vulture through pain-bleared eyes.
“Poor fool,” Vulture said in mock sympathy as he raised his weapon. “You should have joined me while you still could!”
The mace fell.
 
"Arr, Capn', do ye get the feelin that this stiff breeze has a familiar feel about it...? Maybe I'm jest jumpin at shadows, but I seem to remember an old "crony" of ours that uses weather to bug us..." Twilight clenched her teeth as she remembered the various problems the pirates has suffered at the hands of Saruman and his ilk. But she continued to walk across the bridge through the cold wind that pushed on them.
 
ooc: I`m confused.

ooc: Read the thread a bit and I think you'll be able to see what's going on. What are you confused about? Right now the pirates are heading towards a new ship (We hope) and Saruman was blowing cold wind at us with his weather powers. Olorin created a new bad guy, Lord Vulture, for us to fight. The old pirate stuff still exists, but we scrapped the current plot for this new start.
 
is it too late to join?

ame: Aideen Morgance ( its celtic and means firey dweller of the sea)
Age: 19
Profile: Born in Dongeal ireland to parents who were one of the best captains and navigators in the northern seas. Traveled all the time with her parents along with her sisters and brothers Grania, Dennis, Una, and Sirius. Aideen was the 2nd oldest after Sirius. Orphaned at the age of 12 when the ship they where on was attacked by another ship of the East indian trading comapany for unknown reasons. So far she is the only known surivor. Now she is a pirate and vows revange. Aideen is usally cold or distant but underneath she is kind and caring. She is allso qutie deadly in a fight.

Looks: mid brown hair in a messy ponytail, a black banda tied across it *like jacks*, Blue eyes with a faint redish orange hue near the pupil, a scar on the left side of her neck, and
necklace, a gold pendant with two rings light blue stone
Her main weapons are two pistols and a dagger
 
ooc: Why of course you can join, Aranel_XRanger!! Welcome aboard, matey!!:D

ic: Machia took a new torch from a crew member who had come up behind him and handed it to the Captain and then once Aravis had started down the bridge again he disappeared... The First Mate reappeared back on the edge of cliff where the bridge began... A lot of the crew still lurked behind here waiting for either a chance to cross the bridge or for one of the FF to come and start bellowing at them to "Get yer worthless sea rat skins 'cross that bridge or else ye'll be swapping the dirt at bottom of the cliff instead o' a ship deck!!" And most crew members were betting that Machia would be the one to give that particular speech... Needless to say, when the First Mate suddenly appeared in their midst there was a mad rush to get in line to cross the bridge...

Machia laughed quietly to himself as he watched them from under the brim of his hat... Then shaking his head slightly, he began to scan the pirates, looking for one FF member... Finally he found Fish who was standing near Headless Bill and the Telmarine they'd found, fingering the hammer that hung in her tool belt and watching the crew move as slow as they dared towards the bridge... Pierre the Invisible cat suddenly jumped from wherever he'd been hiding (No one could ever really tell) and landed on Machia's shoulder as The First Mate walked over to the head carpenter...

"Arrrr... Ahoy that Fish! How be ye matey?" Machia said, "Have ye had to bash any o' the crew members with yer hammer yet?" He gave a short laugh and stuck his hand in his jacket pocket, searching for something... "Gar, ye know, I was out on that thar bridge helpin' the Cap'n with some stubborn torches when I suddenly remembered that... if I be havin' my dates right... That this day be yer birthday!" With his free hand that wasn't in his pocket Machia gave Fish a hearty pat on the back... "Arrr, so many happy returns o' the day, matey!" Machia paused for a moment looking thoughtful... "Although, if I be rememberin' rightly some o' yer last birthdays were no doubt spent in a jail cell o' some kind... Gar, we really need to get out of that habit of bein' captured, Fish..." Pierre meowed in agreement... "Arrr, anyway, since this be yer birthday an' all, Pierre and I had a bit of a present fer ye..." He dug deeper into his pocket... "Arrr, if I can find it that it...." Finally after another few moments of struggling he finally brought out a black leather pouch with strings attached to the top of it... "Arrrr, this be a nail pouch fer yer tool belt, an' it's on a drawstring so, ye won't be losin' any nails if ye ever have to go into those hard to reach places, like hangin' from the top o' the main mast... Pierre don't take too kindly to bein' hit in the head by fallin' nails...." Pierre Meowed again... The First Mate laughed and then tossed an apple to Fish as well... "Gar, an' I suppose I can be sparin' ye an apple fer today too... Arr, again happy birthday, Matey!!... An' don't worry, I'm sure Twilight will be along fer one of her famous "Bone-crushin'" birthday hugs..." :D

ooc: Happy Birthday Fish/Liz!!! :)
 
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is it too late to join?

ame: Aideen Morgance ( its celtic and means firey dweller of the sea)
Age: 19
Profile: Born in Dongeal ireland to parents who were one of the best captains and navigators in the northern seas. Traveled all the time with her parents along with her sisters and brothers Grania, Dennis, Una, and Sirius. Aideen was the 2nd oldest after Sirius. Orphaned at the age of 12 when the ship they where on was attacked by another ship of the East indian trading comapany for unknown reasons. So far she is the only known surivor. Now she is a pirate and vows revange. Aideen is usally cold or distant but underneath she is kind and caring. She is allso qutie deadly in a fight.

Looks: mid brown hair in a messy ponytail, a black banda tied across it *like jacks*, Blue eyes with a faint redish orange hue near the pupil, a scar on the left side of her neck, and
necklace, a gold pendant with two rings light blue stone
Her main weapons are two pistols and a dagger


ooc: Arrr... welcome aboard matey, ye sound like Twilight's type of friend... ;)

ic: Twilight went up to the new pirate and clapped her on the back in a friendly piratey way. "Arrr, I be likin all the new recruits we be gettin fer the ship. Now Matey Aideen, I be thinkin that ye be needin a new weapon perhaps. I be the Master Gunner O' this group, and I reccomend Rifles for every pirate. They are more accurate and shoot much farther than pistols, though I do carry quite a few pistols meself...." Twilight opened up her jacket to reveal the four pistols strapped to her torso. "I can't promise ye that many weapons, I do have to keep some for me own protection, but I'll be happy to give ye a rifle out of our stores..." Twilight handed Aideen a rifle and two bags, one for powder and one for bullets.]

edit: Sorry, I shall be away for a few days. Feel free to carry on and include Twilight! God bless ye all! And fair sailing to ye mateys!
 
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ooc: Okay, time to move this RPG along... Let's start by getting over this month long bridge... ;) Please forgive me for using some of your characters, my fellow FF members... :D I'm sure this won't be the greatest writing in the history, so if there's anything you'd like me to change, just tell me... :)

ic: At the front of the line of pirates, Captain Aravis moved carefully from plank to plank, a torch held out in front of her lighting the way... A few feet behind her followed IOWW, who was holding onto the ropes on both sides of the bridge and walking carefully... Headless Bill was behind her, holding onto her shoulders so she could guide him, and behind that headless crew member was the rest of the crew; each one holding the shoulders of the pirate in front of them... If there had been light enough to see through the fog, it would have been quite a comical sight....

At the near end of the bridge, Fish, Machia and Twilight were seeing the last pirate onto the bridge...

"Arrr, that's the lot, then..." Machia said snatching his medical supplies pack from where it lay and slinging it over his shoulder... "Gar, I'm heading over now too... Check ter make sure we didn't leave like any supplies or weapons anythin' here..." Machia lit a torch and handed it to Fish and then said with a grin... "Arrr, if ye find anythin' left here, ye be havin' me full permission to bash any pirate who left it behind once we get ter the far side o' this bridge... Gar, an' I know ye will, Twilight..." He gave another crooked smile and turned towards the bridge... "Arrr, see ye on the other side!" The First Mate called and as he disappeared into the fog... He stepped onto the bridge and found it rocking so badly that had to grab onto the sides to steady himself... "Arrr, assumin' this bridge holds up that long..." Machia muttered to himself as he slowly inched his way across...

Up at the front, Aravis peered into the gloom... She thought she'd seen something move in the fog ahead... Holding her torch as far in front of her as she moved slowly onwards... She couldn't see anything moving, but all of the sudden she did realize something she hadn't before... It looked as if the planks on the bridge came to an abrupt end a good 10 to 15 feet in front of her... From her position she couldn't tell if it was just a larger then usual hole or the end of the bridge... Hoping desperately that it was the later, she crept on...

"That's everything, Twilight..." Fish said as she walked over to the entrance of the bridge... "Let's go."
"Arrr, aye, I'm right behind ye Fish." Twilight replied as she strapped another across her back... "An' ye can bet that I'm gonna have a few things ter say to Hastings when we get across... He left all his firearms and his powder bag back at the camp." And while thinking of things she could do to the poor pirate Hastings, Twilight heaved a barrel of gunpowder onto her shoulder and followed the head carpenter across the creaking bridge...

Meanwhile, funnily enough, The First Mate was also considering what he could do to Hastings, who had stopped dead in the middle of the bridge and refused to go a step further... And despite Machia's best efforts to coax and or force him forward, he stubbornly remained with a death grip on the sides of the bridge... Machia sighed and muttered something Hastings could catch under his breath and then drew his pistol from his belt... The First Mate's plan had been to hit Hastings hard enough on the head to knock him out and then carry the unconscious mate across what was left of the bridge... But Hastings, upon seeing the pistol in Machia's hand, panicked, apparently thinking The First Mate was crazy enough to shoot either the bridge or him, drew his cutlass clumsily and in the process somehow managed to slice the supports of the bridge, cleanly snapping the bridge in half...

Both sides of the bridge began to fall... Hastings, stupidly let go of his side of the bridge and jumped off, tumbling into the fog... There, no doubt by Aslan's hand, Hastings slammed into Fish and Twilight who had been on the bridge when it snapped and were slowly climbing back up the planks on their half of the bridge... Although, Hastings almost knocked both of them off, Fish finally managed to subdue him with one blow of her hammer and then Twilight hauled him the rest of the way back up to the edge of the cliff...

At the far end of the bridge, Aravis discovered that the sudden ending of the planks had been the solid ground on the other side, and once she'd reported this to the rest of the crew, they doubled their speed in their hurry to get to the other side... While IOWW and Headless Bill, made sure each crew member made it off the bridge, Aravis and Dead Tom scouted out the area... They had arrived in a tangled forest, thick with dark trees... "The fog seems end here Cap'n.." Called Dead Tom, who was a few yards into the forest... "It's strange; the fog seemed to only be covering the bridge... Like someone didn't want us to get across or somethin'..." Upon hearing this Aravis felt that same strange chill that she'd felt on the bridge, and although the feel of it seemed all too familiar, she couldn't remember where she'd felt it before... But before she could try to place where in the past she'd felt it, IOWW's DVed cry split the air: "Captain! The Bridge is falling!"

Machia clutched at the bridge with one hand and reached out to grab Hastings with the other, but just missed... The bridge continued to fall towards the far side of the cliff and Machia grabbed on with his other hand and prepared for the impact... The bridge hit the side of the cliff with terrible force, dazing the First Mate off and almost knocking him off... For a few moments everything was black and seemed to spin... But after a minute or two, Machia could never remember quite how long it had been, the world seemed to clear and The First Mate could gather his wits about him.. The first thing he did once he realized the situation he was in was to see if he could climb up; but in the impact of the bridge hitting the cliff, many of the planks had fallen off, so Machia couldn't climb very far up... So he decided to gamble and try to teleport to the top... It took three trys in order to get the correct distance but finally he appeared at the top, drained from the effort it had taken...

IOWW, who looked exhausted, having had to pull most of the crew up by means of a rope, saw him appear... "Oh good, you made it up!" She said with relief, "Oy! Machia's over here!" She called to the dark figures moving in the fog, which was beginning to clear... "We were about to send a rescue party down to find you... Twilight, Fish and Hastings appeared a minute ago, and we thought you'd be with them, so we were preparing to go back down to see if you were still on the bridge somewhere..."

"Arrr, so Hastings made it?" Machia asked, as he tried to catch his breath, "Gar, good... I have a few words I'd like to say to him..." The First Mate growled and started to walk off into the fog...

A little farther away, the scouting party, consisting of Fish, Twilight, Dead Tom and Aideen, had just found a path that seemed to lead out of the woods... After they'd cleared away some vines and overhanging plants, they managed to get out.... The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon of a glassy sea and before them lay a field of thick dune grass... Beyond that was a white sandbar... But all four of them immediately noticed a ship laying on the beach, off a ways to their left, silhouetted in the morning light...

Fish's DV rang out through the forest... "Cap'n! The scouting party has made it out of the woods, and... We've found a ship!"
 
Finally! I'll respond when I get back. I have to go to a friend's house.

Thanks, Machia! :D
 
While going over a few things with one of their recent recruits, Aideen (love that name:rolleyes:) Fish's DV rang throughout out the forest and a few minutes later the Captain appeared unto the sandy white beach that laid before her. The sun was beginning to rise and the few rays of lights that made their way from the horizon seemed to revive the dead white sand making some of the particles appear as if they were glitter. Some of the pirates immediately reached down to the ground hoping they would collect what they though was diamond but something else caught their attention, before them a ship.

Aravis smiled and then laughed as she took a few steps forward and then immediately stopped herself. She reached down the hilt of her sword and took it out about an inch or two from her scabbard to loosen it. "The ship could be plagued with enemies for all I know," she told Fish and the crew as she looked back. The other picked up on her signal taking out their sword or loosing it from their scabbards while others took out their pistols. Taking a deep breath, Aravis held on to the hilt of her sword but then let go of it when she saw a rope coming down from the port side of the ship. She walked over to it and pulled it down lightly. When she saw the rope didn't come down, she pulled it down harder, and then with the weight of her body to make sure it was safe to climb.

The others stared at the Captain as she tried to make sure the rope was safe. There wasn't much talking amongst them since they were on alert in case there was a surprised attack on them. Finally, they saw the Cap'n looking back at them giving them the signal to move forward.
 
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ooc: So what`s going on? I read the last couple of posts but I`m not really sure what Jack could be doing at the moment.
 
Fyn ran up quicky, and quietly. She never was a big fighter but figured her medical skills could be of use. She had weapons, just in case she might need them, but hoped no one would get injured. She looked at her fellow mates around her and said a quick prayer before following silently behind them.
 
Fyn ran up quicky, and quietly. She never was a big fighter but figured her medical skills could be of use. She had weapons, just in case she might need them, but hoped no one would get injured. She looked at her fellow mates around her and said a quick prayer before following silently behind them.

"Arrr, finally we'll be back out at sea, where we rightly belong!" Twilight grabbed a hanging rope and swung aboard, her long dark brown braids flying behind her in the breeze. Twilight was especially happy about hopefully setting off on the high seas again, since she had been born at sea, in a halfway point between Narnia and Middle Earth. She longed for the sea with more intensity than she wished to be with her dryad cousins on land. Twilight landed beside the Captain and whispered to her: "Arrr, I like a good knock down, pistol whipping fight more than the next girl I'd wager, but there's somethin to be said fer scoutin ahead... If ye'd like I can see if the tree's around here abouts'll talk to me. They'll have seen who this ship belongs to. And ye, Jack!" She turned to the pirate who was looking a bit lost beside her. "Ye can get down and scout around the outside of the ship, see if ye find any signs of a crew, or anyone having been about here. We want to capture this ship if we can, and it's best to know what kind of... opposition we might run into while completin this plan, savvy? Well, go to it matey!"
 
"Arrr, finally we'll be back out at sea, where we rightly belong!" Twilight grabbed a hanging rope and swung aboard, her long dark brown braids flying behind her in the breeze. Twilight was especially happy about hopefully setting off on the high seas again, since she had been born at sea, in a halfway point between Narnia and Middle Earth. She longed for the sea with more intensity than she wished to be with her dryad cousins on land. Twilight landed beside the Captain and whispered to her: "Arrr, I like a good knock down, pistol whipping fight more than the next girl I'd wager, but there's somethin to be said fer scoutin ahead... If ye'd like I can see if the tree's around here abouts'll talk to me. They'll have seen who this ship belongs to. And ye, Jack!" She turned to the pirate who was looking a bit lost beside her. "Ye can get down and scout around the outside of the ship, see if ye find any signs of a crew, or anyone having been about here. We want to capture this ship if we can, and it's best to know what kind of... opposition we might run into while completin this plan, savvy? Well, go to it matey!"

Fyn smiled at Twilight's love for the sea. "I can't wait to get back on the waves either." Fyn added hopefully. Staying put always made her uneasy because she had always been a traveler. "I just have a feeling this boat is empty....but, the crew might not be much farther behind us...." she bit her lip not knowing if her hunch was right or not, but the ship was so quiet, how could anyone be on it? While the woods looked like a nice place to guard your ship and suprise your own attackers. "It's easy to go from the hunter to the hunted in a matter of seconds if you don't have eyes all around..."
 
ooc: Please forgive me for both my long (Hopefully not too confusing) post and also for using your characters my fellow FF members... :D

ic: Machia vaulted over the side of the ship and landed on the deck beside Fyn... He took a pistol out of his belt and cocked it... "Arrr... Then it's as ye say, Matey... And the sooner we can get this ship out onto the open sea the better... 'specially if it does be havin' a crew what might be comin' back to it at anytime..." The First Mate walked over to a hatch in the hull of the ship and kicked it open...

"Speakin' o' which, some of ye men need to get down below and make sure we don't have any snoozin' pirates we have ter be dealin' with down thar... Gar, Headless Bill!" Machia yelled at the pirate... "Ye an' Dead Tom go down... An' where be IOWW?"

"I'm already down here, Machia!" Came the voice of their navigator from the dark depths of the ship's hull... "Where's the Captain? And guys should see it down here! This isn't just some abandoned ship... It's fully stocked with supplies! Come see!"

"I'm on me way." Aravis replied and she went below, followed by Headless Bill and Dead Tom...

"Arrrr, I'll be thar in a bit..." The First Mate called down... "I gotta check out the on-deck cabins first..." Machia turned and walked across the deck to where the three cabins stood... And as he did so, a sudden rush of memories came flooding back to him... The cabins were situated in the stern, in exactly the same way the Black Spot's cabins had been... In fact they were practically identical... And the further Machia went down the deck of the ship, the more this ship began to look like the Black Spot... Or rather the Black Spot as she had been in her glory days... Like the morning they'd sailed her out of the harbor for her maiden voyage... The deck was spotless and the morning sunlight reflected brightly off it's polished wood... Every piece of the ship's sails and riggings was in perfect condition and exactly where it should be... And as he quicken his pace towards the cabins, and unexplained excitement began to flow through the First Mate...

Machia reached the cabins and paused for a moment... There were two smaller cabins, one on each side of the ship and a short hallway in between them... The First Mate chose the cabin on the right hand side and slowly pushed the door open... And suddenly he felt he was back on the Narnian seas, standing in his own cabin. The only difference between this cabin and his old one was that there was no sea chest in the corner and this cabin was in better condition. No bullet holes or patches were on the wall and the small mirror hanging on the wall wasn't cracked... After a quick look around, Machia went out, closing the door behind him, and walked over to the other cabin...

This cabin was slightly larger then the other, and there were two beds in the room instead of one. If this were the Black Spot, this would have been the medical cabin. In one corner stood a large cabinet, which would have held medical supplies... It was with some curiosity that Machia crossed over and opened the door to the cabinet. He was slightly surprised to find that it was full of medicine, bandages and medical tools. A crooked grin crossed Machia's face. He could practically see Elashia treating one her patients (Most likely IOWW) while they complained loudly about having to stay in here so long. The First Mate laughed as he walked out the door and turned towards the small hallway...

At the end of the hall way were three steps and a heavy wooden door... directly before the steps there was a alcove in the wall that made Machia's cabin smaller than the medical cabin... In this alcove there was a hatch leading down below and a steep flight of steps going down... It was one of the entrances to the ship's galley... Passing by it Machia opened the door and entered the Captain's cabin...

The moment he entered the cabin Machia drew his cutlass... But after a few heart pounding moments he lowered his blade... He had been startled because on a table in the middle of the cabin (Which looked like the same table the FF would sit around to have their meetings) there was a lighted lamp and a pile of maps spread around it... What had also startled him was an incredibly lifelike painting of a Lion on the wall of the cabin... It looked exactly like Aslan...

Meanwhile back on the deck Twilight eyed the ship, her finger tapping the handle of one of her beloved pistols... She'd made a complete sweep of the ship and hadn't found a single soul besides her own crew... The gun deck held all twenty cannons; the powder room was full of gunpowder and also held a lot of pistols and muskets, along with a cutlass or two.... And although the ship had been beached, when Twilight had met Fish coming out of the cabins in the bow of the ship (Fish's and IOWW's) she reported that and when she and Betancourt examined the ship there was no damage to the hull or rudder...

Though it struck the Twilight Terror as slightly strange that this ship had just been left here, there was no use just sitting around discussing it... It was time to get this ship out into the water... She ran over to the side of the ship and vaulted over the side landing on the beach below...

Machia was back out on deck bellowing orders the crew... "ARRRR!! Alright ye no good sea rats!! Get some ropes out here, so we can get this ship hauled back into the water, NOW!!"

ooc: Ok, anyone, feel free to take it from here! :D
 
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