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CI RP: Chapter 2 - The Governor's Decree
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 22, 2005 10:53 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

A new fellow walks into the tavern, unaware of the strange situation within. He takes a look around and then calls out:

"I'm looking for a ship to crew on, is anyone interested?"

He waits patiently for a response.
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PostPosted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 4:06 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

It has been a lengthy amount of empty months since the decree made by the Governer. The town has since fallen into a state of depression. No news has come of the mansion and her occupancy. The Pirates, unwillingly as they be, have been handing thier share of taxes to the tax collector. Each man and woman passing thoughts of slitting the barons throat on his next pass, yet nothing comes of it. The tavern has become ill vacant since the tax. Not many pirates edulge in a sea tale or two mixed with expensive rum now that they have to give up a bit of their plunder before they visit. A few still visit now and then, but never has the tavern seen so many rats, and the tales that are passed have changed from talk of sea voyages, to clamorus thoughts of rebuilding the legacy of Cutlass Isle away from the burden's of Tax.

Yet, still a few brave men stick around. These full-hearty men refuse to give up thier position here on Cutlass Isle. Too many friends have been made, to many stories passed from one ear to the next. Torbin DedriGal, a once proud English Militaryman marooned and brushed aside by the King, is one who's remained in the shadows of these mens tales. But the recient hush that has befallen the town has left Torbin desperate for news on the Governers health.

He notices very few men still residing occupancy inside the tavern, and one day, out of pure frustraition shouts, "Enough of this silence! We havn't heard any news on the governer, or his peoples cry... does no one know or have information upon the where-abouts of our long lost govorner? Why have you all been dead silent. I don't recall ever being taxed to SPEAK! That would be outrageous..."

Torbin noticed his voice carried a few glares in his direction, but nothing more. The room once again fell to an ackward silence. The rats began thier quarreling with each other over dropped peices of bread, and the rickedy window slammed shut from the wind again and again. These were the only noises that could be heard. Torbin, now bothered by the quiet hustle of the decaying tavern, stood up. He took a stern look around the chamber and gave a disgusted grunt. He then made way toward the tavern door, lost of all hope that the Cutlass Isles would ever be what they used to. As he reached the door, he shut his eyes tightly and imagined the wooden crook filled once again with drunken sailors, tossing dice and throwing drunken fists at one another. Visions of scantly dress women making thier way through the tables, pocketing the working mans hard earned, yet unsecured money purse as they passed by. Men tossing mugs into the air and singing songs of thier recient victories across the Spanish main. He thought long and hard, and ended with a sigh. He slowly opened his eyes, his hand heavily pressed upon the door. It creeked open slightly. But, before he took his last step outside into the hard distastful sea, he turned his head back toward the small crowd of the tavern. Thier faces, too, returning the stare.
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Sat quietly at the back corner of the tavern... The criple Oldman watched Torbin's fail attempt to seek response from the folks in the tavern... The criple Oldman sadly shook his head...

For the first time, since the Oldman's youth... a tear drop slid down his weather beaten face as Torbin took his final step away from the tavern forever. The normally jolly Oldman had come to realise the end to the paradise which known to many as the Cutlass Isle... would all be an legacy soon.

Looked down into his empty mug... to no one's surprise... even the Oldman had been sober for many weeks now... the mug holding became just an addiction in memory of the good old days...

The once finest happy goers estalishment of the entire Caribbeans... had become a deadly place to be... No one to trust, no one to rely on...

With a heavy sigh, the Oldman waved to the barkeep, left the mug on the bar, and stolled his wretch old bones out of the tavern...

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**** Will Scarlett ****

"Hey, you there", I say to the oldman who is leaving the tavern. "Come over here and join me in a mug of rum."

This man seems to be one of the only pirates who is not silent at the present time. Maybe he has news of the Governor's whereabouts, or has other information about the state of the patrons of the tavern - being so quiet.

I had seen this man before looking into what seemed an empty mug, well he hadn't been drinking out of it. I'm not sure whether he had no way to pay for another mug, or he knew that everyone else had been drinking some sort of poisonous liquid. I wanted to find out.

I waved to him to come over and sit down in the seat opposite. I was a little uneasy, as a didn't know this man, but I had to find out what had been happening here.
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PostPosted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 9:15 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

*The Oldman turned and approached Will*

"Aye sir, really appreciate the offer of fine rum"

*The Oldman grapped the mug, and brought it close to the nose... Smell the aroma of the rum... the precious rum*

"I used to come here a lot in my earlier years... this place was flourished with traverlers, settlers and of course my fellow sailors. Pretty girls were plenty and rum always top notch." ...

*The Oldman paused... flashback*

"Time was easy... There always seemed to be work every where you turn. The ship masters and captains were always here to boast about the daring voyage and sharing their plunder with the girls... Life was grand... just grand. My sister loved this place so much... she went on to become a servant for the governor's masion."

"Just a few weeks ago, I received a message from my good old sister (a servant at the governor's house)... She was dying and with no hope to survive... By the time I arrived, she had already passed away... I have no other relative... and I just know something is wrong... But, I was shut out of the governor's masion from all inquires..."

*The Oldman reached for the tear-soaked parchman with her ill sister's message and passed on to Will. The Oldman look back down into the mug... as if searching for his sister in the abyss.*
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"What a sad sack of a town," spoke Bannister Kelly as he stepped through the tavern door, already drunk. He observed the mostly empty bar and focused his eyes briefly on two men in the corner.

So, it is Will Scarlet... how very interesting. Now what would he be doing on this skeleton island? Kelly escaped his gallows and came here for refuge, but a pirate's life is short and it is unexpected to see fellow sea rovers still roving about.

"Buy those men something," Kelly told the barkeep, "and make it very strong." With a quick wink and a downing of his rum, Kelly found a table and promptly fell asleep mumbling about prison, his love Renee, and the governer's daughter.
"My Lord, it is a very hard sentence. For my part, I am the innocentest person of them all, only I have been sworn against by perjured persons."
-Captain William Kidd, answering the judge after sentence of death by hanging
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 7:09 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

- Kain sits in the darkest corner of the tavern observing the place.
- "Nobody visits this place these days...What happened here?"- he asks talking to nobody.

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The bartender walked over to Kain and, not knowing that he wasn't talking to him, he began to explain that the city was so down and lonely because of the trade embargo put on by the Spanish to England and the French, because they had...
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Sailing toward the Cutlass Isle for the first time on his own ship, Marius wondered how the people there would turn out. Sure, pirates the lot of 'em, but just as back in Christendom, there could be different people - Puritans, bloodthirsty, loyalists, drunkards, nobles, shrewd, smart, idiots, greedy, usurping, Barkers, Frenchmen, Dutch, Spaniards, English... Who knows.

"Lower the sails, boys. We're going in. The first rounds in the tavern are on me!" he yelled to his crew.

"Hip hip for the Captain! Hooraaay!" they hollered in return.
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Bllasae wrote:
The bartender walked over to Kain and, not knowing that he wasn't talking to him, he began to explain that the city was so down and lonely because of the trade embargo put on by the Spanish to England and the French, because they had...

.....they had changed their foreign policy to actually encourage piracy against the Spanish Crown! What they did not realize, however, is that there is no true honor amongst thieves and the pirates they were supporting continue to steal from England, France and Holland!

Kain, I tell you I have seen and heard much in my many years. You only know me as Salty Dog, the owner and operator of The Salty Dog Tavern.
I was born and raised in Ireland, like so many of the pirates you see here. I was raised on a farm in the Ceide Fields on the north Mayo Coast, where farming has existed for over 5000 years. All my distant relatives were farmers and my Father was a very dedicated dairy farmer. I grew up in a large Catholic family with four brothers and two sisters. We worked very hard working the land and tending the herd. We sold our milk at the local market in Ballycastle, County Mayo. Prices were set by the local Dairy Farmers Guild and my Father was a loyal member of the guild.

Twenty years ago, when I was only 17, the bottom fell out of the milk market. Too many farmers, too many cows, not enough demand for the milk sent prices downward. I was coming of age at the time and wanting to start a family of my own. There was no money for me to buy my own land and dairy herd. Also, since I was the youngest of five boys, I stood no chance of inheriting my Father's farm. It was time to move on. I heard at the time that the merchant ships were hiring crewmen in the Port of Dublin, so I traveled the 163 miles in 10 days carrying only one shabby bag of clothing.

Upon arriving in Dublin, I signed on as a Seaman Apprentice on the Belfast Lady, an 80-ton English Merchantman. We left within a week, carrying goods (Irish woolen clothing) and luxuries (Irish linens, lacework and pottery). The first two weeks went well but soon I realized how harsh life as a seaman was. We were treated poorly, had scant rations and the injury rate was very high. I could see the older seamen suffered from scurvy and malnutrition. They spent many months at sea at a time and were not home to see their families. Children were born while they were away and the men often wondered if they were the children's fathers. This is what I had to look forward to in my future.

Our ship was bound for Barbados. During the voyage, I let the Captain know that the sea life was just not for me and I would prefer working on a sugar plantation. However, the Captain did not see things that way. He said his Company was providing me transportation to the New World and the usual cost was 200 Pounds Sterling! Since I did not have the funds, I would have to serve as an indentured servant (slave) for three years to pay off this debt. This was much to my horror being relegated to slavery!!!

Once we were but one day from reaching Barbados, we entered Pirate waters and sure enough, off in the distance we saw a strange ship approaching us. It was a Sloop, a smaller and much faster ship than ours. At first we thought it was simply a mail ship or small, fast cargo ship. However, it sailed directly towards us and much caught our attention. We could see the ship was armed with eight cannon - not common for a merchant ship! It had no flag flying. As the ship approached us closer we could see the name on this vessel - it was called The Osprey and soon they raised a rather gaudy-looking red banner with hideous bone markings on it. Yes, they were pirates after us!

Once the ship came within hailing distance a voice rang out "My name is Captain Falconer - I am the captain of The Osprey and have my cannon trained on your waterline! If you do not allow us to board I will sink your ship at once!" As we were honest, unarmed merchants we had little choice so we allowed the pirates on board and begged for our lives. These were hard, grizzled, evil-looking men. Most were armed with cutlasses and many had the wounds to prove they had been in frequent battles.

Once they had seized control of the ship and locked the crew in the hold, they let us know they would be keeping the ship and all contents and dropping the crew off on the northeast coast of Barbados to allow us to hike the 25 miles into Bridgetown. It was shortly afterwards I had the chance to meet the Captain and some of his crew. I met a fellow named Leon Wolfen and another one named Jack Black. They questioned all the crew to determine if any members were worth being held for ransom. I told them I had no wealthy relatives worth paying a ransom and I was headed to a life of three years servitude. As they got to know me they eventually learned I was an able cook and had some skills in barrel making.

Much to my surprise, Captain Falconer called for me and I was escorted to his quarters. He said he had learned from Wolf and Black I had skills and asked if I were willing to join his crew as an assistant cook and barrel maker. So, I had to decide whether to become an honest indentured servant or a pirate. I chose the latter and immediately changed my name just as all pirates do.

I sailed with Falconer for two years, all along the Spanish Main. We preyed on cargo ships from all nations but primarily Spanish ships because they were more numerous and valuable. Each year, the Treasure Fleet would set sail from Barcelona carrying valuable goods and luxuries to the New World. This was the start of the pirating season. As the ships reached the new world, their valuable cargo was offloaded onto other, smaller ships and these ships showed up at the major ports with gold to pay for them. It provided a rich opportunity for pirates to prey on both the large Treasure ships and the smaller ships carrying gold and locally-grown spices and locally-grown sugar.

I tried hard to keep a low profile to prevent being identified by the sailors and passengers of ships we were looting. I was successful for almost two years until a ship with people from County Mayo, Ireland saw me on The Osprey and identified me as a crew member. I knew my days were numbered once they told the English Governors about me.

At this time, we sailed into a small island that had much to offer. Falconer sent out a scouting party and they reported back this island could support a Pirate Haven. They named it Cutlass Isle. Falconer asked if any of us wanted to set up the Haven. Wanting to avoid capture and eventual execution, I immediately volunteered and decided to set up a tavern. This is when I built The Salty Dog Tavern.

I was supplied rum, mead, wine and Beer by pirates who "liberated" this cargo from ships they captured and from a steady stream of smuggler ships from all nations. There are so many smugglers in the Caribbean it was easy to set up a reliable source of supply. Once I became successful, women would show up looking for work and I was able to chose the ones I liked to become barmaids and I expanded upstairs to build "cribs" for a bordello! That is where most of my REAL money is made - from lonely sailors seeking some female companionship.

Now, having told you my story, what I have to say to you is this:

END of CHAPTER 2 now got to CHAPTER 3.....
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