Topic: Cursed: Pirates of the New World (RPG)

Hey, welcome to another RPG :D.
This is going to be kind of like Pirates of the Caribbean. Ok, so here we go with the rules.
No all powerful characters.

You can be a pirate, member of the Royal Navy, a member of the East India Trading Company, or finally, one of the cursed.
The Cursed are basically immortal, so I would prefer only EXPERIENCED RPers make one of those.

Be consistent. If someone sinks a ship don't suddenly see it sailing on the horizon.

Please no Timeaporting.(Like skipping ahead 8 hours, in the middle of something important)

You can kill your own characters and NPCs, but you can't kill someone else's character without their consent. You can wound them however.

If you are wounded you must seek medical attention, or die, Because of the time period, that will be hard...Lets assume theres a skilled healer in all the towns/ports

Your weapons must fit with the time period. And you must be able to carry them. So you can't run around with a cannon.

You can add twists, it would be greatly appreciated, but make sure their not, you know, plot ending....

You can have your own ship, or be a part of a crew, I would like some people to be on a crew so I don't have way to many ships going around

Thats all for now, have fun

Alright: Character types:

Pirate:
Scourge of the seas, a rough sort of folk generally, many of them live on ships, roaming the waterways and attacking merchant ships. You should know the type

Member of the Royal Navy:
In the employment of Brittan. Redcoats. They protect the ports, and hunt pirates on the sea.Includes Privateers

Member of the East India Trading Company:
Basically a Merchant's guild. Otherwise, basically the same as the Royal Navy, who they are allied with

The Cursed.:
The cursed were pirates, they joined forces and sailed for London, in an attempt to overthrow the rulers of England and take the nation for themselves. They were lost at sea and years later four ships returned, their sails ripped and their hulls rotted. On board were the cursed, twenty pirates condemned to life.Their true, skeletal forms are revealed in the moonlight, and they can only be killed by a stab to the dark, beating heart held in their chest. They can also appear as things like Davey Jones and his crew from the movie, but that is less common
They have spread, commanding their own ships once again.

Character 'Sheet':
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nationality:
Occupation:
Appearance:
Weapons:
Ship:(If captain)
Captain:(If not captain of ship)
Brief History:(Optional)
(Add to as needed)

Here's mine:

Name: John Strauss
Age:29
Gender:Male
Nationality: English
Occupation: Pirate
Appearance:http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff78/Adeptus_Astartes/Guy2.jpg
Weapons:Six flintlock pistols, one Cutlass.
Ship:The Blood Saber a captured East Indiaman with blood red war paint on the sides.
Brief History: Joined the crew of the Blood Saber at the age of 16, was elevated to a higer rank aboard the ship, led a mutiny, took the ship for his own.

Captain John Strauss of the Blood Saber stood at the wheel of the vessel. The fog made it diffucult to see. Docking would be difficult. He was heading to Tortuga, a refuge for those like him. His ship needed to be re stocked, and if he were to gain any new crew members it would be an added bonus.

Hey, no time to post, but it looks nice AA :D
I'll be back to post later

Name: Cpt. Jack
Age: mid 30s
Gender: male
Nationality: English
Occupation: Pirate
Appearance: http://www.cinecultist.com/archives/pirates.jpg
Weapons: One flint-lock pistol and a cutlass
Ship:(If captain) Black Tide
Captain:(If not captain of ship) I am captain
Brief History:(Optional) Jack never talks about his past, it is a mystery to even his closest friends.

Name: Captain David Eccleston
Gender: Male
Nationality: Irish
Occupation: Pirate
Appearance: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/eb/TenthDoctor.jpg/170px-TenthDoctor.jpg
Weapons: 4 flintlock pistols, 2 cutlasses, and a dagger he stores in his boot for emergencies.
Ship: Mauvais Froid
Brief History: Was kidnapped by french pirates at a young age, grew up with them, in time took over the ship and crew.
Personality: Calm, jovial, flippant even under severe presure, but when he gets serious, he's dead serious. Brilliant strategist and all-around smart person, a sort of Jack of all trades. Occasionaly speaks in nonsensical technobabble.

Captain Eccleston kept a steady hand as he steered Mauvais Froid through the thick and soupy fog. He didn't exactly know where he was headed, but hey, they'd end up somewhere eventually, right? That's how David lived his life: Making it up as he went along, but doing it brilliantly.

this is hilarious. my school just did a musical called Pirates of Penzance. and pirates own ninjas.

Character 'Sheet':
Name: Riff
Age: 26
Gender: male
Nationality: Italian, English
Occupation: First Mate to Captain John Strauss (AKA Pirate)
Appearance: http://emi-hotaru.deviantart.com/art/Pirate-15751407
Weapons: two swords, dual pistols with multiple shots for each, hidden knives.
Captain: John Strauss
Bio: Born of Italian and English descent, Riff lived in Penzance for 12 years before his town was raided by John Strauss. Being taken aboard, Riff joined the crew of the Saber and eventually worked his way to First Mate.

Looks like you have a good turn out so far AA :D

Name: Renavel
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Nationality: all english
Occupation: Pirate, although is searching for a new crew
Weapons: Is skilled with using two lighter weight swords, carries a pistol and has a hidden dagger strapped to her ankle at all times.
Personality: loves winning, is a fierce and aggressive fighter, but when there is no threat, she can be very lade back and has a good sense of humor.
Background: father was a pirate, when her mother accidentally let slip of this, she went to go find him.  For a while, she stayed with him and his crew, until very recently when the crew led a mutiny on him, killing her father and leaving her in Tortuga.
Appearance: http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff78/Adeptus_Astartes/BooscharacterfortehpirateRPG.jpg  about 5'6"
Companion: A falcon, Arram, that her father got her when she turned 20.  Arram is completely loyal to her, always coming back after being let free.

Renavel was walking down the street, as usual, the drunken men staring her down.  She remembered why she always hated coming to port here, but her father usually discouraged these men instantly.  The thought triggered immediate sadness and rage.  Her crew, the people she had practically grown up with, killing her father and leaving her here.  She sighed, walking towards the docks, wishing that Arram was with her, but she had let him go a couple hours ago to let him get prey.  She hoped that she could find a decent ship and crew to call her new home, but that hope was beginning to fade as she looked at the ships docked there.  Arram chose that moment to come back, landing on her outstretched glove, as she continued to look around, stroking the bird for its loyalty.  A new ship caught her eye, it looked more promising then any of the others docked here...

John's crew secured the ship and lowered the gangplank. He slowly walked off the ship, taking in his surroundings. Tortuga was the same. A island full of drunkards, pirates, and prostitutes. It wasn't much, but you could get what you needed, provided you had something to trade in return. What John needed were supplies, and being a port, Tortuga had plenty of those. He also needed some new crew members, he had lost four men when they had boarded a galleon. Finding someone willing to join his crew wouldn't be hard, but finding someone who would be useful would.

Renavel stared at the ship and its crew, who had just finished securing the ship and lowering the gangplank, allowing what looked like the captain to walk off.  She watched as the crew made some final adjustments.  Interesting, she thought, a ship of that size usually had a few more members.  She remembered how some of the pirates thought it was bad luck to have a woman on board, but it couldn't hurt to ask if they could use a new addition to the crew. 

She confidently strode up to the ship and its captain.  The man seemed rather taken aback by her sudden appearance, and she saw him glance down at the falcon, who stared rather intimidatingly back up at the man.  "Thats a nice ship you have," she said, a bit nervous of asking a complete stranger for a job.  "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, I'm Renavel.  I'm looking for work and I noticed that you might be in need of another crew member.  I'm well qualified, and I'll do what I'm told."  Her insides burned with a nervousness, she had never had to ask another pirate for a job, her father had always been there to guide her, and she would have been captain of the ship in a few years.  Now asking this unknown man for a job was her only way to survive, at least if she wanted to have a relatively decent life...

John regarded the newcomer with some surprise. Her timing was surprising. She looked like she was qualified. She could be useful, he held out his hand in an unspoken agreement. She took his hand and shook it. "Welcome aboard. We need supplies, but we're setting out soon after we restock." She nodded. John started walking away, he had a few things he felt like checking on. The streets of Tortuga were as they always were, loud. He looked over his shoulder, Renavel was following him. He continued to walk stopping in a few taverns and shops, eventually making his back towards his ship. Soon enough he was back at the docks. He got back aboard his ship, they had about finished re-stocking. He made his way to his quarters, he needed to figure out where they were going next. He had picked up a map, with trade routes for the EIC. He sat down at his desk, and began going over his charts.

Renavel felt semi relieved, the hard part of asking for the job now over. After telling her that they needed supplies, he started to walk off.  Not so fast, she thought, I think I want to know you a bit better before I go on board and deal with your crew.  She followed him, at a bit of a distance, watching him go about his business in and out of taverns and shops.  She did not bother him, but rather watched his nature with quiet curious eyes.  Eventually, they made their way back to the ship, which was almost finished with supplies.  She followed her new captain up the gangplank, keeping a hand unconsciously on the hilt of one of her swords.  The captain went to his quarters, and she stood on the deck, uncomfortably noticing that the rest of the crew were eyeing her suspiciously.  She sighed to herself, and stroked the falcon for moral support, she just hoped that the crew wouldn't be to bad...

Waking up, Riff realized that he fell asleep shortly before they docked at Tortuga. Thinking that the captain had gotten off, Riff left the ship and entered a bar, where he figured the captain would be recruiting people or bartering for supplies. When he saw no captain, Riff returned to the ship to find lights on in the captain's room. "He must've been here after i woke up." Seeing that the ship was filled with supplies and the usual work going on with the rest of the crew, Riff was relieved. Then, the most peculiar thing caught Riff's eye. A woman was standing beside the ship on the docks, eying the crew as they eyed her back. Jumping back off the ship, Riff decided to introduce herself. "Hello, there, lass. I'm not sure of your intentions, but the crew and ye seem to be staring each other down. Are you joining us? If so, I'm Riff, and am First Mate to Cap'n Strauss. Don't worry about the rest of the crew, they just like to give that glare to outsiders." Riff stuck his hand out, waiting for the woman to shake it.

Character 'Sheet':
Name: Oki Tadahiro (actually means open water, faithful ocean)
Age:30
Gender: Female
Nationality: Singapore (yes I’m aware that it’s a city not a nation)
Occupation: Pirate Captain
Appearance: Shorter than most of the Europeans, and more petite. Has beautiful clear blue almond shaped eyes. Long black straight hair that is usually elaborately braided and coiffed. Loves to wear large jewelry and does so often, along with the silks that are traditional to her area of origin.
Weapons: Carries two narrow, shorter than average blades, two short knives strapped to legs and one pistol. This is in addition to her prowess in the deadly martial arts.
Ship: The Black Opal     (Similar size to the Flying Dutchman, with similar guns to The Black Pearl from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies.)
Brief History: Sold into slavery as a young girl in Singapore, she grew up longing for freedom, but learning many different valuable skills, including martial arts, along the way. At the age of 15 Oki managed to escape her bonds, by taking the cooking knife and using it to kill the slave driver when he tried to get to close and friendly with the maturing girl. In order to flee the city and stay out of slavery and being found, she disguised herself as a boy and joined the crew of a merchant vessel. Eventually this vessel was boarded by pirates and rather than killing all on board, made an offer to the survive to join the crew of the pirate ship, The Black Opal. This is how Oki made it to the new word, traveling as a merchant and pirate. Eventually after 10 years at sea, she was made First Mate, and finally made it public that she was indeed a woman, although many had known or suspected. The captain at the time, decided it did not matter, as Oki was by far more competent than the rest of the crew. This is when she began to develop her unique sense of style. She took over as captain when the previous captain died suddenly of unknown causes, but was thought to be just old age. Oki has run a strong campaign against merchant vessels ever since.

Name: Captain "One-eyed" Willie
Age: mid 30s
Gender: male
Nationality: English
Occupation: Pirate
Appearance: http://www.mtv.com/bands/c/camron/news_feature121304/images/willie.jpg  but alive :D
Weapons: One flint-lock pistol and a cutlass
Ship:(If captain) http://www.theboxset.com/images/reviewcaptures/409capture_goonies02.jpg  The Inferno
Brief History: No one knows... mwahahahaha

Willie pulled out his cutlass from the pirate's gut and kicked him over board.

"CAPTAIN Willie to you!" He yelled drunkingly at the falling corpse. He turned and saw the blood on deck.

"Sally!SALLY!" He called. A large, muscular black man came running out from the lower deck and stood at attention next to Willie.

"Yes-s sir?" Solomon said nervously.

"Didn't I tell you ta clean dis up!? HAH?!"

"Um-m-m no sir."

"WHAT DIDJOO SAY SALLY!!!!???" Willie yelled brandishing his bloody cutlass.

"I said that yes sir, you told me to clean up this mess."

"Thats DAMN right Sally, dont you SASS me!" Willie said and began to walk away, tossing the empty rum bottle in his left hand over board while sheathing his cutlass. Willie sighed with accomplishment. Another drunken tirade complete. He walked to the captain's quarters and collapsed upon his bed. They would reach Tortuga in a few hours, he would sober up till then......so he could get drunk again.

Name: Eric Stihl
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Nationality: Swedish/British
Personality: Calm and cool most of the time, but can lose his temper very easily.
Occupation: Commodore in the Royal Navy, Escort to EIC Ships
Weapons: 2 flintlock pistols, pocket pistol, sleeve gun, and a Rapier
Appearance: ((Use HeroMachine 2.5))
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Short Backstory: Eric's family had been in shipbuilding for over 100 years in Stockholm, Sweden. When he was 4, his father was killed in a tragic accident within the yards. A year after, Eric and his mother left Sweden to live with her sister in England, who owned a large estate in the country side. He always had a fascination for boats and ships, and at age 16 he enlisted in the Royal Navy. Ever since then he has worked his way up the ranks, his brilliant tactics and charisma landed him the recent promotion to Commodore of the ship he has spent the better part of his life on, the Eviscerator. Eric has recently been escorting ship convoys sailing under the East India Trading Company...

Ship: The Eviscerator
Class: Ship-of-the-Line
Armament: 118 Guns: 88 24lb Cannons, 30 24lb Culverins
600 Soldiers & Crew

Captain Eccleston continued to steer Mauvais Froid through the soupy fog. He had been at it for awhile and was getting hungry.

"Tyler!" He yelled over his shoulder to the crew. "Tyler, fetch me a banana, will you?" A young blonde girl scurried down into the interior of the ship, looking for David's favorite treat. Moments later, she emerged from the barracks empty-handed. "We're out of bananas, captain!" She said.

"Whuh--wha--excuse me?!?" David was indignant. "How did we--arrgh! Out of--are you--gah! Ms.Tyler, you better not be joking here..."

"No sir, see for yourself."

"Fine, I will." David stepped down from the wheel and got a nameless and unimportant crew member to steer the ship.

Moments later, David and his crew had set a course for David's favorite port to stock up: Singapore.

Character 'Sheet':
Name: Captain Morrigan Blackmoon
Age: unknown, appears to be in his mid 40's.
Gender: male
Nationality: English
Occupation: Cursed Pirate Captain
Appearance:

Weapons: 2x English Flintlock Blunderbuss w/ Grenade cups, 2x French Flintlock Dagger/Pistols, cutlass, a large collection of exotic blades and daggers.               
Ship: The Harbynger, has 5 staysails making it easer to sail against the wind than running before the wind. It is armed with port and starboard guns. It carries 46 broadside 6 pound guns, 23 on each side; 18 guns are located on the main deck, 20 on the gun deck, and 8 on the upper deck: 4 on the quarter-deck and 4 in the forecastle. The gunports on the gun deck are in the shape of wailing, tormented faces, with the ports appearing at the mouths. Its full broadside contains 23 cannonballs, called shot, and weighs one hundred and 62.652 lbs. (38 kg). On the bow however, she mounts a pair of bow chasers, each in the form of a triple-barreled gun. Each separate barrel fires individually, but the trio rotates to present a fresh barrel to fire again in the style of a Gatling gun. The empty barrel can then be reloaded for its next turn. This enables The Harbynger to continually fire at the ships it is pursuing.
Brief History: Formerly a British noble, the man who came to be known as Morrigan Blackmoon, was disgraced and removed of his nobility and holdings. No longer a member of the English court, he took a new name and became a pirate. He and his crew soon grew to notoriety for their attacks against the Royal Navy's vessels. Having joined forces with other pirate captains, they all sailed for London, attempting to overthrow the rulers of England and take the nation for themselves. After some infighting among the captains, they were lost at sea and years later only four ships returned, their sails ripped and their hulls rotted. On board were the cursed, twenty pirates condemned to un-life. Their true, skeletal forms are revealed in the moonlight, and they can only be killed by a stab to the orb of darkness that resides in their chests. Having removed his heart and hidden it for safe keeping, Blackmoon seems truly undefeatable...

Name: Mary O’Malley
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Nationality: Irish
Occupation: Healer by day, Barmaid by night
Appearance: http://biblioklik.free.fr/abandonwares/MI1&2/MI1/captures/elaine_marley03.jpg
Weapons: Mainly an array of daggers she keeps hidden on her person. Plus a few poisonous potions for good measure
Brief History: Mary was born to a poor Irish family and was taught by her mother about the healing properties of various herbs. At the age of 14 she was spotted by an Indian trader named Zeb Prakash who wanted to marry her. With a sizable amount of money exchanged to Mary’s father, Mary found herself betrothed to Zeb. After they married, they travelled from port to port until Zeb found a need for snuff.

With Zeb supporting a snuff addiction Mary is left to fend for herself. She has become a famous healer and is often sort after when she is working of an evening as a barmaid. Thankfully her husband is still alive so she can use him as an excuse to turn down many admirers.

Mary is looking for a better life and has a feeling that her opportunity may lay in the direction of the sea.

-

As Mary placed a handful of ales on the table she heard a series of wolf-whistles as her backside was faced at some patrons in the opposite direction.

"Now there's a fine piece of crumpet," one Englishman sniggered.

"Aye, pity she's still got her clothes on," another said and they burst into laughter.

Mary turned around and placed her hands on her hips, "One the crumpet is not deaf and two she's a married woman."

"Oh I beg your pardon ma'am," the first man said as he did a mock bow while his friends tried to hold back their laughter.

Mary eyed him up and down, "Well I can see your certainly the type that needs to beg."

An uproar of laughter followed as she walked away. Chances were the men would be so drunk by the end of the evening that they wouldn't even remember that she existed.

Mary moved to the bar and was handed another four ales by the barman named Maurice, "T'is for the gents up the back."

Mary eyed the corner to where Maurice was pointing and groaned quietly. It was the red coats and half the time the men thought they were able to get away with blue murder. Mary picked up the mugs and made her way over.

Renavel eyed the man slowly and grasped his outstretched hand.  "I'm Renavel, and I will indeed be joining you as part of the crew." she said.  "Is this a good ship to be on?  My last wasn't quit as grand,"she asked, looking over the ship, which had red paint on it's side, but was non-the less, good looking.  The man, Riff, led her onto the ship, explaining some of their best voyages.  When they got on the deck, the crew was still eyeing her suspiciously...

Climbing aboard, Riff answered Renavel's question. "Oh, we've quite a fine ship. The rest of the crew tends to be crabby about new members 'n all, but they'll get used to you in a week. Mind if I just call you Ren? I guess I oughta take you to the Cap'n, 'e's in 'is room reading some maps 'bout where to head out next." Riff knocked on the door to the Captain's quarters, and let Renavel in.

Character 'Sheet':
Name: Richard Goodlad
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Nationality: English
Occupation: Royal navy ship captain
Appearance: 5' 11" tall with dark brown hair, wears a blue captains coat with a white shirt and white trousers, his coat is adorned with decorations of gold on the edge of collar down the side with his rank ensignia on his cuff. also wears a blue captains hat which also has decorations of gold on the edge. (all though he hardly wears it)
Weapons: a solid rapier with a brown handle and a golden hilt which has been sharpened along the edges so it can be used as a slashing weapon aswell. also has a Flintlock smoothbore rifle and a flintlock pistol, the pistol being graced with gold markings.
Ship: Grâce à Dieu  (French: Grace of God) a four decker ship-of-the-line with 98 guns/cannons
Brief History: he was born into the royal navy, his father was vice admiral sir George Goodlad and so Richard had a naval upbringing. his father took him on his ship and taught him the 'ropes' of being a captain, he has risen in the ranks under his fathers guiding. but his father was lost at sea in the atlantic ocean. pirates had claimed his life allthough the pirates where never found they where believed to be lost at sea due to a feroucious storm. he now commands his ship on the waterways hunting down pirates and protecting the ports of her majesty.

Richard stood in his room, he was expecting his first mate to come any minute now, they where docked at the port of st Lucia (this is in the Caribbean isnt it? if not i can edit) his ship had just been refurbished with new cannons which he was proud of. heavy bronze cannons. his ship was heavy and powerful but it was slow, very slow. his crew where new and fresh, with about 2 dozen veterans onboard. the rest had little or even no expierence of sea life, they knew how to do there job but could they do it under the conditions of a battle?
Richard played with his rapier it belonged to his father and was all that remained of his deceased father. The admiral of the fleet here in this region had assigned richard to pirate 'hunting' duties and to protect the ports.

"Hmmm nice day it is today" Richard said as he looked out of the window from his room

John stared down at the nautical charts on his desk. There were two paths on his map, and one of them disappeared in the middle of the ocean. There was a quick knock at his door and he pulled another chart over the one he was studying. The door opened and Renavel walked in, followed by Riff.  John walked over to greet them. "How do you like the ship?"

Renavel walked into the captain's quarters, looking over at the desk which was covered in maps.  Captain Strauss walked over to greet Riff and her. 

"How do you like the ship?" he asked.

"It's a lovely vessel," she replied truthfully.  She looked back over to the maps and voiced the question that had been sitting in her head since the moment she joined the crew, "Is there any chance you could tell me where we're headed Captain?"

(Hey Nigzy, why does your English Royal Navy ship have a French name?)

( sorry but it was actually a ship way back in the 1600's which was an english ship but was called henry's grace of god in french, so i took the henry off and called it mine =], the english always name stuff in foreign languages xD)

Richard began walking up the ramp to his ship, his marine detachment stood and saluted him.
"sir we have 38 marines on this including myself to see to yours and the crews protection"

Richard returned the salute and landed his hand on the marines shoulder
"Why thomas, you do not need to salute an old friend, i am reassured by your marines protection, you have some excelllent muketeers here. i thank thee"
with that the marine commander, thomas, smiled and said
"Thank you captain, great ship by the way, looks like naval command likes you" as he walked away giving him a wink.

"listen up men! you've got tonight off to get a drink, you shall be paid later so enjoy your night, were off hunting tomorrow, and dont be coming back with hang overs" he shouted, he gave a cheeky grin and retired to his quarters for the night, he would write to his wife and children, then study the navigation charts and maps before sleeping. he'll be needing it.

Name: First Mate James Kennedy
Age: Unknown.  Could be taken to be in late 20's
Gender: Male
Nationality: Irish
Occupation: Cursed Pirate
Appearance: 6'1".  Blonde.  Striking blue eyes.  When he was human he was know as the Lady-killer. 
Personality:  Is not like most pirates manners-wise.  Very polite but when the need be he can be cold and cruel.

Weapons: 2 Flintlock pistols.  Carries an axe and scimitar.
Captain: Morrigan Blackmoon

Brief History:  Was a poor Irish peasant who at the age of 15 turned to piracy in order to provide for his family.  When he was 26 the first potato famines occured in Ireland.  He came back to his home and learned his entire family starved to death.  Like many other Irish, he blamed the English royalty and found Captain Morrigan and set out upon the fateful trip to dethrone the English...

The blood red, golden yellow, and orange sunset painted a breathtaking backdrop for the scene of the English ship-of-the-line burning on the horizon. The last of The Harbynger's cursed crew boarded with their newfound wealth. Captain Morrigan Blackmoon, resplendant in black and crimson trimmed Captain's uniform, his longcoat whipping violently in the wind, watched the procession as he smoked from a hand-rolled West Indian tobacco leaf.

"Mister Kennedy," he said amusedly to his First Mate, "I do love the feeling of a job well done. Don't you?"

Captain Eccleston sat lazily in his quarters while his unimportant and generic pirate crew members tended to the ship as she made her way to Singapore.

David got up out of his chair, poked his head out the door and yelled at the closest crew member. "You!" He yelled.

"Sir?" The crew member asked.

"Are we there yet?"

"No...no sir..."

David said nothing, merely staring at the pirate.

"Well......are we there yet now?"

"No sir."

"Well...tell me when we do get there." David said before returning to his quarters. He resumed his seat at his desk, trolling over a large number of sea charts, wondering whatever he would do after Singapore.

"We go where the wind takes us." John said, he stepped past Renavel, out onto the deck "Alright! Hoist the anchor, were going to go show those navy dogs how to fight!" This brought a collective cheer from the crewmembers on the deck, however Renavel didn't seem happy with the answer. "Not the answer you were expecting, eh? Only thing that can be done about that is to lower those expectations of yours." With that he walked off,watching his crew get to work.

Renavel was still thinking off what the captain had said to her, "lower those expectations of yours..."  She was not pleased with his answer of where their destination would be, it usually showed a flaw in leadership, perhaps he himself was not sure of where they were going. 

She stared into the open ocean, the work on the ship had settled once they had gotten her (the ship) to the open ocean.  Now, she waited, stroking the falcon that was perched on her arm.  She looked back at the captain, who was looking out to the distance in the open ocean.  Renavel sighed, how she wished that her father had not been killed, everything had been set for her to be captain of their own pirate ship.

Arram cried out in one of his hunting cries, bringing Renavel away from her self pities.  She looked towards where the falcon now stared, able to make out the forms of a few merchant ships, English by the looks of it, escorted by another, smaller ship.  "Captain, ships!" she said, pointing towards the trade vessels, now getting closer...

Up in the crow's nest, Riff could see the flags of the merchant ships.  "Oy, Cap'n, it's an EIC ship!"

"Commodore." Captain Forlye saluted Eric.

"What is it captain?"

"Sir, the Evenrue Dutchess has spotted a ship off their port bow, one thousand yards and closing."

"Colors?"

"She isn't flying any."

"Signal the convoy. No action is to be taken unless fired upon, or I order otherwise."

"Yes sir."

How Stihl loved suspicious vessels...

Captain Richard goodlad walked the deck early in the morning. he was to be escorting the govenor of St. lucia to barbados in 2 hours time. it was an important mission and richards' ship was one of the best and most powerful there was at the moment in the current fleet. except the flagship Deathswave, a grim name but it was massive warship, it had over 120 cannons and over 5 decks.
The marines where patroling the ship and the crews where at work, they where determined to make a good start. Richard put on his captains jacket and attached his rapier to his belt along with his pistol. the marine commander Thomas gave him a nod.

"Captain where about to set sail" The commander said to him
Richard merely just gave him a nod.

he sensed today was not a good day and with that he retired to his quarters with the commander to discuss the route.

"Yes Captain.  'Twas a good haul."

Kennedy watched as the vessel fell beneath the waves.

"Where to now Captain?"

Morrigan Blackmoon smiled at his First Mate, "Tortuga. Tell the crew to get The Harbynger under way."

At last, Captain Eccleston and Mauvais Froid had arrived in Singapore, ready to stock up on supplies and then return to the high seas. David and a band of crew members exited off the gangplank while the rest of the crew remained with the ship.

David walked through the cluttered and busy streets of Singapore, filled with street vendors peddling all sorts of oddities, locals arguing with one another in the native tongue, and women looking to make a quick buck in exchange for a partner that evening.

David headed for a certain hut he knew well, which belonged his favorite merchant, an old friend of his named Xing Chu-wzhong.

David walked in and saw Xing tending to various knick-knacks he had on display, polishing them and making sure they were presentable.Xing was a thin and wrinkly old fellow, dressed in loose clothing that seemed to drag behind him in a sort of wake as he moved.

"Xing!" David shouted, alerting the old man of his presence.

"Oh!...Captain Eccleston! How nice of you stop by..." Xing said coming up to David, hand outstretched. David shook the hand firmly. "Oh, just passing through, I figured I may as well restock on my supplies."

"Come in the back. I have what you need..."

David and his helpers exited from Xing's hut roughly an hour later, each pirate carrying a barrel or crate of some sort, except for David. They retraced their steps back to the docks to return to the ship.

Only when they got there, Mauvais Froid was gone. Upon returning to the docks, David's ship was completely gone. Dissappeared. No trace. No sign of it could be seen on the horizon.

"Wilkins...?" David asked one crew member who had gone into town with him.

"Sir?"

"Where...is....my...ship?!?"

"It appears to be gone, sir."

"Gone?"

"Theyuh wuh whispuhs...of a mutiny, captain. They'd been goin' on fuh some time now. 'm surprised you nevah 'eard of 'em, they'd been plannun' it fuh quite summ tahm now. Ah woulda told ya if I knew when it was gunna happun."

"I appreciate the honesty, Wilkins. Why...didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Ah figyu'd if thuh rest uh thuh crew found out Ah ratted um out, they'd've slit me gullet to groin and tossed me off the shiyup."

"Ah. Self-preservation. I can understand that."

David then whipped out his flintlock pistol, pointed it at Wilkins, and fired.

"Somebody tell me we restocked on rum, because I really need some right now."

"Captain, Ships!" John looked over in the direction Renavel was pointing, sure enough two ships floated on the horizon. "Oy, Cap'n, it's an EIC ship!" John grinned, EIC usually meant a good amount of valuable objects. The rest of the crew had been alerted by Renavel and Riff, and were preparing themselves. The helmsman set a course for the other ships, planing to put the larger trade ship between them and its smaller guard.

As they pulled along the ship, which seemed aware of what they were, judging from the Royal Marines lining up ready to fire on its deck, John got a sudden feeling something was wrong. "Get us away!" He yelled to the helmsman. As the ship began to pull away wooden panels lifted, revealing a hidden gun deck.  The ship opened fire, luckily most of the shots missed.  The Blood Saber was fast, she soon lost the other ship.

There was an island in the distance, and judging from the way the ship was creaking, they would need to stop to make repairs. Dark clouds began to blow in and the sky began to darken as a light rain began to fall.  They pulled the ship into a shallow bay, and the carpenter began to asses the damage. John stepped off the ship, he wanted to explore for a while. He felt like someone was watching him, from the darkness of the trees.

--

The scout returned, he was a tall thin man, appearing to be in his early 20s. He strode up to the ship, climbing the net that had been thrown over the side. "Captain, another ship just landed, they are close to the site."  The large man rose from what he was doing, turning to face his scout. "We will strike at night."

Name: Jack Vane, Known to the non-cursed only as Bane
Age: Unknown, appears between 25 and 30
Gender:Male
Nationality: Unknown, speaks with an English accent, but can also speak with an Irish German and French accent, speaks French and German fluently
Occupation: Cursed Pirate Captain
Appearance:

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(Has a scar on his chest, from when he removed his 'heart'

Weapons:Two Flintlock Pistols, two sabers(or whatever), and a halberd.
Ship: Hell Hound appearance close to that of the Flying Dutchman of the PotC movies, but not as ornate.
History: Same as the rest of the cursed, is one of the 20 original cursed therefore is more powerful then those that were corrupted by the others.

"Captain?....Captain?" Solomon knocked softly on One-eyed Willie's door. Solomon sighed. THey had just reached Tortuga and the captain needed to go ashore on business. Solomon was about to turn when the door burst open.

"That BETTER not be you Sally or so help me!" Willie yelled, slamming his hat on his head.

"Captain, we have arrived at Tortuga." Solomon replied.

"Oh, good on ya Sally. Clean up the mess." Willie said and jerked his thumb into the room at the puddle of vomit next to his bed.

His crew was docking the ship as Willie walked down the length of it. They strapped it to the dock and Willie walked off the ship and straight past the dock master, they had an arrangment, he didnt need payment.

Willie walked through the chaotic streets of Tortuga with 3 of his men at his side. It was recruitment time once again. A recent raid had killed many of his men that need replacing.

--

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As Riff, Ren, and John explored the island, the three of them got the feeling that someone - or something- had their eyes peeled open and followed the trio's every movements. As the pirates moved further into the jungle, less light was showing. "Cap'n, are the trees covering us, or is it getting dark?" Riff and the others weren't sure, but the trees actually were moving to block out the sun. One of the other pirates from the crew, Twigg, who had journeyed along, turned around and ran back to the ship. Little did the group know they would never see him again. As Twigg ran back, a tree root stuck out and tripped him. Getting up, he faced a band of what looked like men who should've died, but still walked with life in them. Unsheathing their swords, they advanced. And when Twigg turned around, he found himself only to be surrounded. As the group continued walking, they heard a scream from far away, but were unable to determine if it had been Twigg or not.

The Grâce à Dieu was strolling on the seas. it was a nice day, about 3pm. the govenor had become 'irritating' so Richard had locked himself in his captains room and was reading letters from his wife he had recently received. it was boring, Richards feelings about being attacked had subsided. the crew was sunbathing practically. but the marines stood disciplined on the decks. Muskets slung over the shoulder they would remain looking out at...nothing. without moving. The marines who where off duty even took up teaching the crew swordsman ship and musket lessons on seagulls. it was sad but it was better than lying about.

Richard opened the door and walked to the upper deck.

"CAPTAIN ON DECK!" Thomas shouted
The crew stood to attention and saluted
"Stand easy fella's, stand easy" Richard waved his arm effortlessly.

"hows things going Marine" Richard asked a marine who was standing on guard

"All is fine sir, we've got some ship activity, an exchange of fire too from the north east but where unable to tell what it is and who's it is. its just a siloette" the marine pointed out.

Richard whipped out his eye sight and pointed it to the direction of the ships.
They where pirates, they had black ragged sails and a small sloop class ship of some sort

"There pirates, no threat to our ship, continue as planned where here now anyway, i'll inform the fleet here" Richard told the crew; the ship looked far bigger in the distance than it actually was.

The marines, richard and the govener walked off the Grâce à Dieu.

"That will be all Captain, thank you for your protection" The govenor curtsyed and spun on his heels and walked off.

"Marines, you have the day off, FALL OUT!" Richard shouted to the marines, with that they spun on there heels to the right and marched 3 paces and where off to the bar no doubts,
"You too crew!, everyone be prepared to move with an hours notice!" Richard then shouted to his crew

with that Richard himself joined Thomas and walked to the nearest bar.

"i need a drink"

A smile crept upon Kennedy's face.  "Yes.  Captain."

"ALL HANDS!  LET'S GET THIS GOD FORSAKEN SHIP TO TORTUGA!  HOW ABOUT IT LADS?!"

A rousing cheer went through the pirates on deck below as they busied themselves with their tasks.

"Would you like me to take the helm Captain?"

Captain Blackmoon spun on his heels in a military step, the swirl of his longcoat embellishing his movement as he walked towards the hatch leading belowdeck.

"Of course you may, Mister Kennedy. At this moment, the helm is yours."

With that, he made for the Captains Quarters, leaving the Harbynger's cursed crew to their shiply duties.

(ok people...I'm going to do a bit of timaporting, not much, no ones really doing anything, just so its dark out)

John, Renavel and Riff had returned to this ship. The carpenter was done, but the crew had began to make a fire, they had caught a pig, they could have fresh meat tonight. The sky was cloudy, but not so much as to block out the moon. No one noticed Twigg's absence, he was newer. The fire had not yet been lit, and no one noticed the four figures approaching in the darkness

--

Bane had chosen three of his best, and so they set off for the ship. Bane had learned that someone may have had learned of the location of his heart. As had many of the other Cursed, he had cut his heart out and hid it. He had buried it here,  about one foot under the sand, about four feet out at sea.He didn't want to take the chance that some drunken pirate would stumble across it if their ship had scraped the covering sand away. His only option was to either kill them all or try to sneak in and take it. Bane chose the fist option. He approached, the moonlight revealing his true form. His clothes hung from his skeleton, his red eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.

--

John had decided to talk to Renavel, he wondered what had caused her to join his ship, and he thought that getting to know his crew well never hurt. He wasn't about to make the same mistake his predecessor had. "How do you like it on the ship?"

"How do you like it on the ship?" asked the Captain, who seemed interested in knowing what she thought.

"It's a good to be on a ship like this, it's a bit different from my previous ship.  My father and I crewed it together, but there was a mutiny and he was killed and now I'm here..." Renavel let her voice trail off hoping the captain would understand.  Both looked back at the crew who were still trying to get the fire going. 

Renavel suddenly felt a sharp pain on her throat as her breath caught in her chest.  The captain looked up just in time to pull out a pistol and fire it into the being's face who had put a blade to her throat, stunning it.  Renavel pivoted on the spot, staring at the creature, human-like in appearance accept for it was skeletal and it was not dead from it's encounter with the bullet.

Renavel and the Captain turned and ran full out towards the crew, yelling at them to get the ship underway.  It seemed like whatever the creature was, it had friends following it, chasing after them.

Bane charged after the fleeing pirates, one of his crew members had attacked to early. The cursed man stood for a moment, the bone fragments of his skull reforming . A man who was obviously the captain ran after one of the crew, both of them heading to this ship, trying to climb aboard like all the others. They made it aboard, but three of the crew did not, they were grabbed by the ankles as they tried to climb away and were pulled to the sand and killed like dogs. The ship had been pulled out far enough to sail away, and soon it was out of their reach.

--

John looked back over to the crew, who were still trying to get the fire going. The carpenter, who was now obviously drunk, staggered over and said something. He looked back over and reached for one of his pistols quickly. He leveled it at the cursed thing holding Renavel and shot it. It didn't die but its skull shattered and began to slowly reform. "GET TO THE SHIP!" He yelled, alerting the others who began to climb aboard the ship. A group of them diverted to drag the ship out to sea as the others climbed aboard. When they were all safe (aside from the ones that had been caught by the cursed) John made his way to the back of the ship and looked back, the other two seemed to be working on pulling something from the sand, the apparent leader stood watching the ship pull, a cloud covered the moon and it was a man again.

Up on the ship, Riff distantly heard the captain telling everyone to retreat onto the vessel. Seeing a couple of men chasing after the crew, Riff grabbed his pistols and numerous knives, and slid down the ship via a nearby rope. Pulling out both pistols, he took aim.

(Hope it isn't too late for me to join)

Name: Drake Matherson (Nicknamed Dragon for both his ferocity in battle, and for his love of gold :) )
Appearance: (the drill's old by now: http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heromachine2/heroMachine2.asp )

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(Has a Dragon tattoo on his chest)
Personality: Loyal to those he believes deserves his loyalty, and fierce to his enemies.  Has an insatiable thirst for the sight of gold, and aims to have his own hoard one day.  However, he is incredibly unlucky, and often falls prey to unfortunate circumstances.
WOC: He uses a cutlass, one flintlock pistol, and a Persian sword as backup.  He also has two dagers hidden on his person at all times.
Affiliation: He be a Pirate (like most everyone else here)
Brief History:  Drake has served under various pirate captains in his ten years of service.  At 25 years old, he has seen and experienced much.  However, after some "disagreements" with his former crew on ethical actions, such as, say, amassing an armada, and attacking a city, let's say, London, for example.  The crew marooned him on a small island, but he escaped, stowing away on an East India Trading vessel that stopped on that same island (evidently, one of their less known stockpiles of merchandise).  He escaped the ship during a pirate raid, and stowed away on that ship until they reached Tortuga.  (the funny thing about Pirates, is that while they are eager to send people to the brig, they almost never go down there if there is no one who is supposed to be down there.  If that makes any sense)  Anyways, after that whole escapade, he se out in search of yet another crew....

Drake so far, was having no luck, as per his norm.  Most crews to berth in Tortuga these days either had a full compliment of crewmen, or were in a hurry.  There, apparently, as one ship earlier on tht was actively searching for new members, but where had he been?  In a bar fight, after an argument with another prospective employer.  Suffice to say, that was a difficult thing, having fought (and beaten) a ship's captain, who no doubt wanted him dead, rather than on board his ship, and simultaneously missing a captain who may have stomached his participation in his crew.  So here he was now, sitting on the pier, and staring out into the night, fully armed, but with nowhere to go.  Again.  For the sixth time since becoming a pirate...he just couldn't stick with a crew long enough....he supposed he hadn't found a good enough group of scallywags yet....

Richard sat in the bar discussing his next move with his marine commander.

"Captain i heard that the admiral wants you to secure the waters around Tortuga is in much despair, pirates are vast around those parts it seems"

"Yes, i have heard of that, i am not pleased with it. i have no fleet and no reinforcements, all though my ship can stand its own against any other ship if there are simply too many we would be surrounded and well that isnt good!"

"True captain, but you have new marines coming in the morning, bolstering our numbers upto 72 marines, and the crew are proving to be quite adequete with sword play and musketeering"

"Hmmm thomas i must thank you for that <he drinks the rest of his rum> i must head back to the ship and make preperation! i bid thee farewell" Richard bowed and headed out of the pub.

it was a full moon tonight. it was creppy, not as though the moon was white but it had a pale shade of red in it, like blood. not a good sign at all

Richard sighed and walked upto his ship. the marines stood eagerly guarding

"Captain" A marines nodded his head and aknowledged his captain

Richard came out ready to amass his crew as he stepped out onto the deck he noticed they where already working! this was truly a magnificant site. his crew had took it upon themselves to get the ship moving to tortuga.

Richard hand on rapier leaned back and smiled, he withdrew a fine cigar from his pocket and lit it. he took a few puffs before giving a marine, who was travelling to the sleeping quarters, a cigar.

"Fancy a smoke with me Major?" Richard asked the marine

"Why of course captain" He smiled and took the cigar of Richard. Richard then lit the marines cigar up for him

"I take it you are looking forward to fighting more pirates, and those rumours of 'undead' out there HA!" Richard remarked to the Major

"Hahaha! Undead pirates! i have never heard anything so popostourous in all my career!" The Major chuckled heartidly, puffin away on the cigar

"You said it Major! and even if there are undead, i would like to see them face up to MY ship! and your marines! HA! theres no finer shot in this world than the marines i have under my command such as yourself major!" Richard, still laughing, said

"Why captain you embarrass me!" The Major spoke back

"Major what would be your name?" Richard asked

"The name is Sharpe captain" Major sharpe answered.

"and my name is Richard, and on that note i bid you good night...Sharpe" Richard nodded, shook sharpes hand and departed sharpe to explore his deck and motivate his crew.

Sharpe smiled and opened the door leading to the lower decks.

"Undead pirates Ha....!" he chuckled before disapearing into the lower decks

Above decks as his crew hurried to pull into a little known hidden harbor on Tortuga's least populated side, Captain Blackmoon breathed in deep the ocean air. He felt a small pang of sorrow that since he'd left the ranks of the truly living, he could never truly feel the beauty of the ocean's salty carress. It was there, but muted and dulled, made lifeless by years of his wretched curse.

Is this truly a better existence than an afterlife in bondage to Davy Jones, the Devil himself?

His small moment of thought was punctured by the voice of his First Mate.

"Aye, Captain we've arrived at Tortuga...What are your orders?"

He took a long, slow drag of his pungeant cigar, one of few pleasures in his cursed state.

"Mister Kennedy, prepare a raiding party. It's time these sorry dogs are reminded of the Dreaded Morrigan Blackmoon..."

David was in a bar in Singapore drinking heavily with the members of his left-behind crew that he hadn't since killed. There were about 12 in all, counting the former captain.

"What am I...what am I gonna do..." David moaned, reeling from such a betrayal.

"Perhaps we could...start fresh, maybe?" One pirate asked.

"I suppose. Get another crew together, and whatnot? But we still need a ship..."

"Perhaps a crew first, then a ship...?" The other pirate, a tall, blonde, french fellow named Lucas Troutman, suggested.

"a crew, then a ship...not a *hic* not a bad idea, Troutman. You *hic* you got a good head on your shoulders, for sure. You'll make a fine first mate."

"A first..." Troutman was speechless.

"Well, seeing as my former first mate stabbed me in the back and ran off with my ship, I think you'll be a worthy, and hopefully *hic* more loyal successor. Whaddya *hic* say?" David spluttered the influence of his sweet brown medicine clearly guiding his thought process.

"I...I supposes so, but sir, you're a bit....drunk...will you feel the same way once you've sobered up?"

"Abso..." David collapsed to the ground before completing his sentence.

"Well," Troutman barked to the other marooned pirates. "You heard 'im! Let's get a recruitment drive a-goin' before 'e wakes up!"

Drake had decided that sitting on his rear all night wasn't going to land him a job any time soon.  He stood, stretched, and reveled in the cold air against the bare skin of his arms, before turning, and heading into the confines of Tortuga.  While most Pirates wouldn't think twice about attacking someone else just for fun, tonight, at least, they were content to leave Drake alone, a situation that he did not mind one bit.

As he strolled through the streets, he felt a chil travel throughout his body, seeming to freeze his very soul with fear.  This in itself was astonishing.  There was little indeed that Matherson feared, and he had learned to ignore the chilly nights.  Why then, this sudden bought of cold?  Only one person in the world could have produced such an...effect....

"It can't be!"