-those on the ship begin firing, blasting vast numbers of the spiders to a grizzly pulp. The spiders begin to retreat-
That's it, lads! Give them another volley!
The Danse Macabre Codex-the spiders break up and flee as another volley of cannonfire carves a vast swath through their ranks-
-cleans his cutlass- I think we be havin' enough wood fer our needs. Let's get this lumber back to the Cutter ere somethin' else sticks its nose in our business.
The Danse Macabre Codex-helps carry the wood back- Ye did well in the heat o' battle, Master Keybreak. Thar be a future fer ye in this business, mark me words...
The Danse Macabre CodexIn piracy, Captain? I couldn't see myself doing this for too long. -drops the wood down by the mast- I only plan to stay on this crew until I've taken a generous enough cut, then I plan to retire to Eter on Quintus Island. Then I shall feel accomplished.
You gotta believe me when I scare you away, all that I wish for is that you would stayA terrible loss, then, Master Keybreak. But if that be the way it must be, then I'll not be stoppin' ye when all be said an' done.
Alright, crew, thanks to this little sidetrip we be havin' a slight delay in reachin' the Isle o' Platina. But never fear—once the mast be repaired, Ah'll be loosin' the elemental again an' we ken be on arr way. -walks up to his cabin-
Half the crew, fix up arr new mast an' install it with all haste. The other half, relax fer now, as ye'll be haulin' the Queen off this reef an' inta the water. Dismissed!
edited 28th Jun '10 7:00:03 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexPerhaps, but then would any man worth his salt ever turn to piracy if'n thar be no booty or battle?
-examines the skyline with a sextant- Ah'll be within me cabin chartin' arr course; we seem to be off by a wee bit. -enters his cabin-
night
edited 28th Jun '10 7:08:02 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex^A graveyard in the ocean?
edited 28th Jun '10 7:13:35 PM by Arcolops
-takes a piece, then washes it down with some grog. To all appearances the captain savoured the meal-
Arr, that be some mighty fine 'lob ye've cooked us thar, Swampmuck! Ah have us a course, lads!
The Danse Macabre CodexMaster Keybreak, if'n Ah be worryin' about me luck every single time summat went wrong, Ah'd never have left the Navy an' become a pirate in the first place! Matter o' fact, ah'd still be a...ugh...landlubber.
edited 1st Jul '10 6:19:50 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex

-turns to the ship and raises my cutlass, signaling the men still onboard to begin firing the cannons-
You gotta believe me when I scare you away, all that I wish for is that you would stay