-Walks into a bar wearing a red coat, shredded pants and an eyepatch. Walks up to a bar maid and discreetly hands her a coin, then whispers- So, what's the latest news around town?
-A filthy, hairy man covered near entirely in mud walks into the bar as well, his long beard and hair drenched in swampy earth and crawling with parasites-
YARR! I BE IN NEED O' A STRONG DRINK!!! Start pouring, wench!
We drink and we pillage and we do what we please
We get all that we want for free
We’ll kick your ass
And rape your lass
Somalian pirates we!
edited 30th May '10 3:11:47 PM by Nonsensical Lyric
Oscar Wilde would like to express his witty disdain and offer you some opium.
-looking over at Arc from a table- The usual. Barfights, thieves, rumors of lost treasure...
-Grog in hand, squelches over to Keybreak's table-
Arr, it be good to be able to sit onna chair and not drink swampmuck!
-looks up- No doubt. Arr, you've had enough? You look like you would fall over the side of a ship easy.
A ship? I haven't seen a ship in weeks! I was dumped in the morass by me treacherous crew! I survived on swamp plants, lizards and marshmallows!
Were you a captain?
Aye, Cap'n Swampbeard is me name!
It certainly shows. -glancing out the window- I was washed ashore here off of a cruise ship. I don't really remember where I came from...or why I have this. -pulls out a gold-hilted knife-
Oooh, I'll give ye... Three harf-eaten lizards and a colic-inducing root fer it.
-resheathes it- Oh no, I can't part with this...I need it to find out who I am and what happened to my family...
Sayonara, Monty Oum
Yarr, I took a bite of the Blood-Blood Fruit.
I need a drink! -kills bartender and drinks his blood-
-bursts into the tavern-
Ahoy, ye landlubbers! I've found meself in need of some brawny lads fer a long voyage 'cross the briney deep. Submit yer mark wit' me bosun and bring yerself down to the docks 'pon the hour!
edited 1st Jun '10 12:22:44 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex
Yarrr, be that so? What manner o' voyage be we talking about here?
(PS It's bosun; Boson is in physics... PHYSICS PIRATES fighting LIZARDMEN with SCIENCE!!! WANT!!!)
edited 1st Jun '10 6:45:24 AM by Chabal2
Sayonara, Monty Oum
Arr, I be talkin' 'bout a voyage to an isle what's covered in the gilt ruins of a pagan king what worshipped heathen gods. There be enough booty thar t'equal a lifetime of pillaging ports and robbin' ships!
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Yaharr, now yere talkin', me heartie! What manner o' ship be ye sailin'?
-looking to Sullen- Wait, I know that island...it's famous for its gold....-looks down at my knife, then back up- I'll go.
edited 1st Jun '10 12:36:55 PM by Keybreak
Me ship be the fastest blisterin' brigantine
ye ever set yer eyes 'pon! She be called the Cutter Queen, and she boasts enough cannon t'give all others pirates pause.
edited 1st Jun '10 12:36:29 PM by SullenFrog
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Excellent. -gets up from the table- When were you planning on shipping off?
'Pon sunset, assumin' I kin get enough lads t' replace me...sick deckhands.
The Danse Macabre Codex
Sick? What manner o' malady befell them?
They be called spyglasses, landlubber!