ITT: We Are All Pirates' Revenge

The chest smiles a bit before putting on a more serious expression as he continues.

Klamptrap:   It's nice to see that he hasn't been forgotten, and especially since Pollock seems to get more attention. Because in truth, that was Barvon's plan all along as some of the stuff he found he'd rather not let into the wrong hands.   

   So instead of revealing them to the public he kept them secret and hid them, making me one of the few who knows of them.   

   I actually know the names of each of those treasures and what they do, though as the guardian of his treasure I'm obligated not to tell folks what they are. The exception is the one I have on me, which is what I see to be the weakest of them.   

Edited by TheGamechanger on Mar 24th 2019 at 1:11:47 PM

Which is?

Klamptrap reaches inside himself and takes out a compass. It is sea-blue and has some odd symbols along the sides.

Klamptrap:   This compass is supposed to point towards the nearest danger, but to me it's broken. It has a tendency to point towards things that aren't dangerous for some reason.   

Would you like to share something more... personal with us? Like an insecurity, or an action you regret? It’s cool to hear about your celebrity friend, don’t get me wrong, but we’re asking about you.

Klamptrap:   Well I love messing with people for my own amusement, such as when one of the crew was in an outhouse and I loudly yelled at them "We're under attack!", prompting them to run out naked ready for battle only for the crew to laugh at them.   

   And of course I love a good fight, the more thrilling the better.   

His voice then turns sullen.

   As for what I regret... it's not being able to say some final words to my captain before he died.   

Edited by TheGamechanger on Mar 24th 2019 at 12:14:05 PM

Ezekiel...surprisingly sympathizes with Klamptrap when he mentions his regrets, despite how grating the chest seems, especially with admitting he'd mess with his crewmates for a laugh. He knows well not to press the chest any further on those sorts of matters...although he remarks how unbelievably lucky Barvon's been that his plans have went along without a hitch, considering how opportunistic pirates are with the prospect of having the shiniest things. And shiny things are a very bold temptation, as he'd know.

"It's...like that sometimes," Ezekiel mutters before turning his head down with a disappointed sigh.

There is another ship slowly making its way over the horizon. In contrast to some of the other ships the crew will have seen recently, there is nothing all that ostentatious about it - it's a pretty typical medium sized frigate, in good shape. The only thing that may catch some eyes are the flag it flies, and the emblem on its mainsail. The flag is fairly simple, a white diagonal cross on a red background, with the bars of the cross merging into a white circle in the centre. The emblem, a crown with a ring of swords hovering above it. Those familiar with the symbols of the world's nations will recognise these as the flag and royal seal of the Kingdom of Kharland.

Oh, and it is very clearly turning to head straight for the Zenpance. That also seems important.

Duane, not seeing the ship yet, turns to Zeke and Klamptrap. Yeah, that seems like a... rough patch. Duane seems like he's struggling to understand the gravity of the situation.

Uh, Zeke, would you like to talk?

Ezekiel glares at Duane. "I've mentioned before what I'd prefer you call me, Duane."

Why does he have to keep reminding him this? His head's so tiny, his skull couldn't be that thick...and clearly, he's not in the mood, to remind him or to spout out a tell-all like the others. Add to that that his egress from the ship could be very much expedited if he were to tell all about his status as a privateer...

"But y-yes, if the others are inclined to tell their stories..." He clears his throat, extending it far past what's necessary to buy time to come up with some sort of lie to fabricate.

Oh shit, sorry Ezekiel, my bad. Duane apologizes, for his legitimate slip-up.

Kauri stares at Mr. Ezekiel, expecting him to start.

"Ah, of course!" Melvin says in response to Ezekiel. "Plenty of other crewmates here, plenty more stories to tell. How generous of you! Now, there must be others who haven't said much about themselves yet. Anyone want to go next?"

Edited by DrNoPuma on Mar 25th 2019 at 10:12:00 AM

Kauri raises his hand a tiny bit, but immediately pulls it back down before curling up his legs.

...Wait, no, Ezekiel, you should still talk... Melvi... okay... uh, Mr. Kauri, I saw you had your hand up, would you like to talk?

"I-If no one else wants to go first…"

"That's fine, Kauri, I think you should go," Melvin says encouragingly. "Don't worry, you can tell us anything."

Finally stopping with clearing his throat, Ezekiel notices Kauri wanting to tell his story and goes mum.

Yeah, go ahead, Kauri! (Ira agrees.)

"Ah, o-okay…" He clears his throat. Oh dear. He has to speak in front of all these people… Yes, he was able to talk about himself to Ms. Jane, but that was just one person. And this… is a lot more than one person. "Um… I'm fr-from the shelter in Dagta… it's not too far away from the town that we met… though I guess it was more like an orphanage…"

"Orphanage? Oh... oh my..." Melvin isn't sure what to do. He almost leans in to hug Kauri, but fears it might be too awkward.

"I'm terribly sorry to hear that..."

Edited by DrNoPuma on Mar 25th 2019 at 1:10:38 PM

The boat mentioned earlier has drawn a lot closer in the time the party have spent spilling their stories and stalling for time. It's now just about impossible to miss it.

"I never really knew my parents. My big sister told me they died when I was a bab…" He trails off to notice something drawing near. "… by-b-b-boat…"

Edited by shrubBird on Mar 26th 2019 at 3:45:25 PM

Melvin looks over at the new ship. "Cleo?" he whispers a little hopefully. He is shocked to see instead a ship that he doesn't recognize. He is now on alert mode.

Nephenee was mentally preparing herself for when she should open up, but she shifts in to a more vigilant stance, sound of chains rustling from her armor, and gazes warily at the nearby ship.

"They're getting a bit close", she comments.

The chest goes on guard, reaching inside himself and taking out a sword.

Klamptrap:   At the first sign that they're hostile, I suggest we aim for their rudder. Even if they beat us they can't exactly go a lot of places with something like that busted!