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

(I haven't read all the posts but I will.)

Name: "Snake Bite" real name is Jade Become
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Nationality: Spanish
Occupation: Pirate hunter (he he)
Appearance:
Weapons: Whip, pistole,sword 
Ship: Sail boat
Brief History: She's good at what she dose and most know it.

((Ok, thats good, I'm assuming you work for the Royal Navy? just one question....why is she green?

Ok, I'm going to try to put a bit of a limit on captains now.....I have 6....9 if you count Alo and my two. Apologize to the others))

(( "DOH" I'm color blind and this happens a LOT she should be a dark tan. Also I work for who ever pays the most, but that is the RN yes. I'm not a captin so much as someone who owns a ship lol.)
Snake was walking in the streets of Tortuga looking for a man named Davy "Dog" he couldn't be too far. "Ya' av ta most party eyes." spat a very drunk man. Snake grabbed him around by his shirt collar and lifted him off his feet,(witch wasn't easy seeing he was taller then she) "Yes I do." she said and threw him into a hay stack. The other men eying her looked away as if they were only minding there own business. She walked into a near by bar. "Ah. Davy Dog I presume?"

Renavel was still shaken from the encounter with the undead.  Riff, who had left to try and save the crew members that had been torn apart, had been pulled back on to the ship by the crew.  She could see the island in the distance now, glowing in the pale moon light.

The captain walked up beside her and leaned on the railing.  "What were those creatures?"  she asked, almost scarred to know the answer.  The captain explained the story of the cursed and how they came to be.  After he was done, they stood there, not saying anything for a little while.  It occured to Renavel that she did not even know the captain's name, let alone how he had come to be in such a position.

"I'm awfully sorry captain, but it seems to me that I never learned your name," Renavel said rather shyly, figuring that she should have known his name for some time now.  "and if you wouldn't mind telling me how you came to be here yourself, I think I've told you my side of the story, I wouldn't mind knowing yours."

John grinned at Renavel "Hmm...Could have swore I told you..No matter. John Strauss. Captain John Strauss.I joined this ship when I was sixteen years old, and I lead a mutiny against the captain. He was an idiot. A lucky idiot, but we found ourselves in more bad situations then good under him."

Renavel nodded slowly, still staring back towards the rapidly shrinking island. "I was meaning to ask why you have red paint on your ship."

"Red wunz go fasta." John muttered. barely audible.

"What?"

"Nothing"

Ren found Riff, and since she really wanted to understand the whole mutiny deal that the current captain set up with the ex captain, she asked Riff.

"So, exactly how did Captain John lead his mutiny?"

"The mutiny against ol' Cap'n Kidd? Oh, it's a lovely story. Sit down and lemme tell ya."

Ren sat on a barrel, and Riff began.

"Well, I dunno if the Cap'n already told ya or not, but Cap'n Kidd was an idiot. He really got us into a lot of crap situations. Even though I was only here during his last few months as Cap'n, I an' the crew could easily tell you a hundred stories! Anywho, the current Cap'n got a bunch o' the crew to strike up against Cap'n Kidd, revealing that he was a lousy captain of a ship, and everyone voted him out."

"What happened to him?"

"Well... d'you really wana know?"

"... Yes."

"He walked the plank! Somewhere down near the bottom of Africa. Tiger shark got him."

"Eww.."

"That ain't the half of it. We watched him get torn apart."

"Well, that answers my question. Oh, and why is there red paint on the ship?"

"Cuz... red ones go faster."

"What?"

"Just go along with it. An' get back to work."

With that, Riff went back into the crow's nest with his telescope.

(I'm taking a bit of liberty with some history here for artistic licence if thats ok. If not just let me know I can change it.)

Tadahiro was restless. They had not come upon a worthy vessel to plunder in sometime, and an air of eager violence hung around The Black Opal and its crew. There was plenty of booty in their hold, but no action to keep the crew intertained. Oki was not going to risk mutiny.

"Change of course, Mr. Johnson. Make for Tortuga." She could almost hear the crew relaxing at the thought of the debauchery that would ensue if and when they made port. They could get some fresh supplies while they were at it, and hopefully, Tadahiro thought, find something worthwhille to do after.

They made port uneventfully soon after. She ordered for things to be delievered and brought on board, warning the crew that if they wanted off her ship that they should tell her now, so that she could fill the space and not be forced to kill deserters. With that she went on shore leave herself, carrying the only key to the wealth they were slowly amassing.

Oki went on her own, seaching for the comforts of home. She found what she was looking for soon enough, walking into the lone opium den in the pirate town. She hoped to see what might be heard as she killed the weight of her past. Surprisingly she did managed to hear something that piqued her intrests.

Tadahiro heard two very interesting things that day in the den, hookah in hand, languidly draped across a couch. So when her head finally cleared she made her way to the tavern where she knew she would fine Mr. Johnson.

"Get the crew together. We have a heading."

Kennedy inhaled as he stepped onto land.  Tortuga always was a nice place.  And right on cue the clouds parted and the moon rays caressed his skin causing his true form to surface.  Rotting skin and bone were revealed as he and the crew stood, pale in the moonlight.  James turned to the others and addressed them, half his jaw bleached bone and the other rotting skin.

"All right.  Let's move.  How about we show these men who rules the seas and land?  Keep it silent.  We make our grand entrance a bit later."

James and the crew silently crept along the dock the clacking of bone against wood heard. 

"I tell ya mate *hic*.  I seen 'em before. *hic*  All rotting and bony.  They were *hic* terrible to look upon!  The Cursed crew!"

"Ya think so lad?  I cannae believe all this.  Tortuga has really done a number on ya?"

Two men were wandering on the dock.  Speaking of the cursed.  How ironic.  The drunk man turned and saw the Pirates.

"Shee!  I told ya they were no myth *hic*."

"Come now lad.  'Tis only the rum spe-"

The man's face blanched with fear as he looked upon the fearsome skeletal crew.  He managed to turn to run but fell to the ground, Kennedy's hatchet impaled in his back.  The drunk man looked on in terror.  He drunkenly turned hollering up a storm as he went.

"I knew they were coming!  Me grandma was right!"

BANG!  A shot from behind Kennedy was pierced the night.  The drunk spun to the ground but was up again holding his arm as he ran to the city.  Kennedy whirled and faced the Cursed who had fired the shot.

"You idiot!  Now the whole town knows."

The man shrugged.  "Who cares.  No one is going to believe him.  They'll just think he and some drinkin mates had a heated argument."

Ah well.  Sneaky is too much work anyway.  Have fun boys."

Mary had just finished dealing with the red coats’ snide comments when a regular to the bar came in babbling something about “They’re real,” while holding his tunic that was blood covered.

Mary nodded to one of the nearby burley barmen and they walked over to the drunk. “What’s ye been doing, Douglas? There’s blood on ye shirt.”

The drunk looked down in a bleary eyed gaze. “They cut me! They’re real I tell you!”

“Who’s real?” Mary asked as she made sure to avoid contact with Douglas’ bedraggled form.

“The cursed crew are, the pirates that are the living dead. They walk our shores, I just saw some of them!” Douglas proclaimed and things quietened in the bar.

“Myth is all they be,” the barmen snarled, “Go clean yourself up ye silly ol’ man.”

Douglas ambled off looking distressed because no one believed him. He looked at Mary pleadingly, “I tell no lie, lass. They’re coming,” he said then shuffled away as the barmen gave him a less than gentle nudge.

At that moment the doors to the bar swung open and a chilling breeze blew in. Mary lifted her hand to shield her eyes as some dust blew in with the wind. A parrot squawked and flew off its owner’s shoulder, it’s feathered wing tips brushed Mary’s face before the parrot settled on a man just a short distance away.

Mary felt a calloused hand touch her wrist, “A bad wind blows this way. A pretty gal like you should leave. I think bloodshed is coming our way.”

“I can handle myself,” Mary replied and deep down she sincerely hoped she was right.

Drake began to run, picking up speed until he flew across the ground as fast as his legs could carry him.  This couldn't be happening. 

He's dead!  Dead!  The expedition was doomed to fail.  He can't be back.  It's impossible... 

Drake's thoughts went around in a steady repetition of this, as confusion took hold.  His sprint across the city tired him quickly, and he was forced to lean against an old shambling building for support as he caught his breath.  In the distance, he heard a scream, that was cut short all too suddenly.

No.  He's here.  It's the only explanation.  He's here, and he's bringing death along for the ride.

Drake bolted into the city, drawing his swords and hoping that he wasn't too late.  If he had survived, then this city was in dire peril.  Drake doubted anyone would last this night.

Renavel was still very confused about the red paint... They go faster do they now? she thought to herself.  The captain seemed like a rather weak man for someone in his position and title, perhaps something she could fix herself.  Renavel began to think of how she would have been next in line for the title of captain had there not been a mutiny.  Renavel got to work, but while she worked, she talked to some of the crew about the captain, gathering their personal feelings about him.  Unfortunately, most of the crew seemed to think he was much better than the last captain, but she would deal with that problem later...

Renavel was finally relieved off her duties and she decided to talk to the captain again.  She found him at the helm, quietly staring out into the ocean.  "It's beautiful," she said softly.

"Yes, yes it is," Captain John replied.

"You must really love the sea, to dedicate so much time into becoming a captain," she said, now looking into the captain's eyes.  "but I'm curious as to what else you have come to love in your life time?"  Renavel hoped that she had not gone to far with her comments, but was rewarded when the captain did not seem to mind the question.  She wondered how much rum he had had as he began to answer...

Bane stood at the bow, overlooking the dark seas. "Captain." A raspy voice said from the shadows behind him. Bane turned slowly, a falcon cried, swooping behind the mainmast before any detail to its appearance could be gleamed. A man stepped from behind the mast, standing in its shadow, a Falcon with a hood over its eyes was perched on a heavy leather glove on the man's arms. The man stepped out into the moonlight, his skeletal for revealed. He slowly caressed the falcon, as it screeched again. When the moonlight hit the bird its true form was revealed as well. It stretched its beak, and ruffled its feathers, which had gone from a dark black to a dull grey. "There is fighting at Tortuga. Rumors of Captain Blackmoon and his crew." Bane nodded. Tha Falconer was able to see through his birds eyes and communicate with it. His views were trusted. "Helmsman!" he yelled " Take us to Tortuga..."

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John opened his mouth to answer, but one of the crew stumbled up to the railing, leaned over the edge and vomited.  John nodded apologetically to Renavel. He walked over to the drunk crew member who was still leaning over the railing and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Get some rest, mate."

The drunk looked up, flecks of his dinner still in his beard "But offi.....offi*hic*c...lucifer..I'm not as think as you drunk I am" he muttered, slurring his words heavily

"Go on." John said again. The drunk stood, and grumbled something before stumbling off.

John stepped back to his original position. "I have come to love this ship, the crew, and a number of other things. I may grow to love other things as well, but that is for fate to decide." He answered calmly, then continued to watch the ocean as he waited for Renavel to answer.

Renavel considered the captain's last few words.  "Fate can be to slow sometimes," she said, knowing full well she was entering dangerous waters.  "I myself have loved the sea since I was a little girl, and when I became a pirate, I came to be closer to my father and crew, and now that I'm here..." she trailed off silently, hoping he would get the subtle hints she was throwing out.  Renavel walked over to the railing, resting her arms on it and looking out into the sea.  Once again, she found herself wondering where they were headed, but she already knew the answer she would receive.  'where ever the wind takes us...' she thought, realizing yet again, a flaw in the captain.  She waited, hoping the captain would respond to her comment...

The Dread Morrigan Blackmoon breathed his cigar smoke deeply as he scanned the landscape of Tortuga. His crew should be deeply nestled into the town. No longer requiring oxygen, they simply walked beneath the waters surface along the distance between the Harbynger's hidden position and their arrival point on land.

These people should fear me, and they will...

Drake was now completely in shock. The town was in chaos.  Pirates fought each other in the streets, unsure of whether or not they were party to the attack on the city.  The worst part was, Drake caught sight of pirates that he had known, long ago, in what seemed like another lifetime.  And those pirates, his old crewmates, would not [idie[/i].  No matter what manner of attack was laid upon them by the drunk citizens, they'd shrug it off, and keep going.  Drake saw this miracle in action all around him. What was with this?  These men were suposed to be dead.  Maybe they are.  Maybe these are nothing more than ghosts.  Or hallucinations.  But he knew at heart that these apparitions of those supposed to be long dead were real. 

Drake fended off a couple overly drunk pirates easily enough, although these ones actually bled.  When they were finally delivered into uncosciousness, Drake moved on, trying to make sense of the madness.  The increase in fighting forced him to back away from the main streets.  Realizing that to stay n the open was death, he dove into the nearest building he could...a nearby tavern...

Hello, hello, hello!  It has been a looong time since I was able to post so lets just get down to business, shall we?

Name: Skoll
Age: Unknown, presumed to be ageless
Gender: Male
Nationality: Norse (No, really, he's Norse)
Occupation: Cursed?
Appearance: He stands about 7' 6'', is incredibly muscular and has a thick brown beard and mustache that seem to cover his entire face.  He wears a shirt made of animal hide and trousers.  He has a helmet with the crest of a wolf and hasn't bathed in an age.
Weapons: Generally a large ax and a shield, but he has been known to use whatever he can get his hands on.
Ship:(If captain) Ragnarok, a longboat with the figurehead of a wolf.
Captain:(If not captain of ship)
Brief History:(Optional) His history is a mystery, but he and his crew believe that he (Skoll) is the personification of his namesake and will destroy the world.  (Google "Skoll" to find its mythological background)

Skoll burst upon his fellow Norsemen as they were eating their breakfast of pork and mead.  “Ready your breakfast and eat hearty... For tonight, we dine in…Tortuga!

John looked over, "What about now?" he asked quietly.

"Well now, I think I've come to love this ship, and perhaps a few special people on board..." she answered, smiling at him.

A bird cried, and swooped down and landed on the railing near Johns hand. The falcon ruffled its feathers then looked at John's hand, which sat on the railing as he watched the ocean. It pecked him quickly, apparently bored with attempting to catch sea life. "Little bugger..." he muttered.

"Hes been with me for a while. I think he likes it here."

John nodded "Did I tell you how I got this ship?"

"You took it from the last captain. Riff told me."

"Ah, his story is off. He was drunk. We killed him first, then threw him over the edge. Well, he might not have been all the way dead. It looked like he tried to swim away from the tiger shark, but I couldn't tell. "

Renavel made a face, she obviously didn't enjoy the subject of mutinies. A crew member yelled from the distance. "Captain, First Mate requests your presence." He looked over at Renavel apologetically,  and turned to walk away.

The Royal navy's Grâce à Dieu captained by Richard Goodlad, who had recently been promoted to commander, Floated idly about 1200metres away from the port of Tortuga, screams echoed through the air. sending chills down the marines and the crew. but not richard or major sharpe. they stood relaxed, untensed on the deck.

"Sharpe.....get the men ready. looks like where going to war" he glanced over and said to sharpe

Sharpe nodded instantly and threw Commander Richard his smoothbore Musket.

"MARINES! suit up! prepare to lift this attack!" Sharpe shouted to the marines, within seconds marines ran out from the lower decks, muskets in hand and readied.

Richard drew out his rapier and turned to face his marines and crew,

"men and women! this will be a battle to remember! we will safe this town!" Richard did a 180 turn to face the town and swept his rapier in an arc to point towards the town!

"if we fail, i'll signal with a firework cluster. then you bombard the town and obliterate it, pirates will not survive!.....marines with me!" He shouted as he boarded the small boats.

with that 30 marines, mjaor sharpe and richard headed to Tortuga. the platoon of men thought they would be fighting pirates, human pirates........

Snake Bite was tying up "Davy Dog" when she heard cries coming from out side. She walked out to see what it was all about, knowing that Davy (who was knocked out) wouldn't be going anywhere, no sooner had she stepped out then a half decomposed pirate took a swing at her with his sword. But she was well on guard after hearing the screams of the town folk, she quickly parried with her own weapon and with her spare hand whipped the sign above the inn and pulled hard on it. The sign (witch was in disrepair) broke and crushed her foe. "Caca!" She said as she blocked a blow from another attacker, she knew she couldn't fight them off forever, She quickly blew off the head of the creature attacking her with a shot from her flintlock into its neck bone.  she was about to go back into the inn she came out of when it caught fire, she needed to find a new place to fight it out. She saw a man with a Persian sword and a red bandanna run into a bar she thought he looked like he knew what he was doing and fallowed him in.

...you expect 32 men to take the whole pirate town of Tortuga?

When David came to, he was in a back alley, still in Singapore, with First Mate Troutman holding him upright.

"Troutman...? What's...what's going on?"

"I've got you a crew, sir." Troutman said. "Look."

David raised his head groggily and was dleighted to see no less than 50 haggard Singapore-natives, all well-armed, battle scarred, or both. His new crew.

"Gentlemen," Troutman said in the native tongue. "Say hello to your captain."

"Right, quite right." David said, shakily standing on his own two feet. "Welcome to the crew of Captain David Eccleston. Now, before we get going, just allow me to say welcome to the crew, and on my crew we have a few simple rules. One: No disloyalty or alterior motives. We're a team here, and team players do not stab eachother in the back. Rule number two: Do your job. Each one of you will have a job, I expect you to do that job, or else you will be punished. That's...that's really all the rules there are, but try to follow them to the letter.

"Now, the thing is, I actually don't have a ship, I, uh, I lost it to the Red coats." David ad libbed, sure these pirates would not trust him if they knew he had already lost control of his crew once. "So, ...ah...I've decided that tonight, we shall steal one of the Red Coats' ships from them, and, um, have some poetic justice. Who's...ah...who's with me?"

The pirates all roared in approval.

Kennedy cursed under his breath as a lady took out two of his men.  Give them a bit and they'll be right as rain.  A few Red Coats came into the street with Blunderbuss drawn. 

"Fire!"

Kennedy was knocked off of his feet into a wall.  He pushed himself up a took out one with a flintlock.  The others were hastily reloading their guns.  Plenty time for James to take out his hatchet and cleave into the man's skull.  Down to 2.  They both took out their swords and rushed him.  Kennedy backpedaled as they came upon him.  But being Red Coats they couldn't quite work as a team.  When one hesitated as his comrade was in the way Kennedy took the time to run him through.  Seeing his friend with a sword out of his midsection the other turned and ran in terror.

"Typical English."

Kennedy rounded the next corner and saw a bar.  As it was covered he appeared to be a normal human.  Strolling inside he saw some dirty looking characters sitting in the corner drinking.  Throwing his hatchet he got one of them in the arm.  The others got out of their seats and made their way to him.  Sighing he stepped into the moonlight coming from one of the windows and they beheld him in his true form.  All the other patrons turned tail and ran leaving the bar maid and the injured pirate to fend for themselves. Kennedy stepped forward to finish the straggler off.

Obviously this barmaid wasn't completely helpless.  Before anyone could blink a knife was whizzing through the air impaling itself where Kennedy's heart should have been.  But as most of the Cursed, he had removed his long ago.

He smiled a toothy grin.  "Good try lass.  But your luck has just ran out."  He calmly walked over to the man with the hatchet in his arm. 

"P-p-please sir.  I have a family.  Kids.  2 daughters and a wife.  Without me they cannot survive!  Please spare me!"

Kennedy regarded him grimly.  "All joys in life are temporary."  The man could only stare at the sword in his chest.  After a bit he slumped forward, all life drained from his body.  Kennedy took a cloth from a table and wiped his hatchet and sword clean.

"So you are going to kill me too?  I am not afraid to die."

"What is your name?"

"Mary."

Kennedy turned to Mary.  "There are fates worse than death."  He turned and smashed her over her head with the flat of his hatchet.  She fell to the floor out cold.  Two of his men stormed into the entrance adorned with gold and jewels.

"Lookit what we found.  It shines eh?"

"Marx.  Finnigan. Take this her lady back to the ship.  Why let a pretty face go to waste eh?"

The other two laughed.  Grabbing Mary, they began fighting over who should carry her.  Kennedy ignored them and travelled to the basement.  Something caught his interest.  Barrels marked stash. He made his way over to one and lifted the lid.  Inside was a fine, white powder.  He picked a little pit up and inhaled.  Snuff.  This would fetch a fine price on the market.  He climbed back up the stairs and saw Finnigan and Marx still fighting. 

"Quiet!  Both of you.  There are some barrels down there marked 'Stash'.  Bring all of them back to the ship."

"What about the pretty lady?"

"I will take her."  Both of their faces visibly fell as they shuffled downstairs.  He slung Mary over his shoulder and headed back to The Harbrynger.  Once aboard he made his way to the cells and threw her in.  This was a very good pillage indeed.

Tortuga is a town in the Caribbean, tropical climate, warm all the year round.  It rained heavily from time to time, especial during the frequent hurricanes.  But it never dropped below 70 and it had never snowed.  So it came as quite a shock when a few of the locals noticed patches of ice floating in the water or the sudden chill that filled the air.  Not quite as much of a shock as skeleton pirates raiding the town, but still strange.  It was then that a strange fog blew into port.  And what should ride out of that fog but a the prow of an ancient and cursed craft belonging to raiders of a bygone age.  Accompanied by snow and lightning, the town of Tortuga had never seen anything like it.  No would they ever forget it.  The craft slid onto the shore, its flat bottom eradicating the need for rowboats.  As the vikings ran to the town, Skoll cried out "Go my invincible breathren! Destroy all you find, take what you like, and bring me the heavenly orb.  She must not escape into the dawn!"

Bane saw the flashes typical of gunshots in the distance. Even better, he could hear the screams. They soon docked in an out of the way natural harbor. His crew disembarked, eager to kill, maim, and loot. They rushed through the streets, ready to find what they could. As Bane ran though the streets a man jumped out from a building and attacked. Bane kicked the man away, pulling his sabers out. He charged at the other, and he was grabbed and thrown, but he snagged the pirate's vest, pulling him after him. The other was a cursed. The man climbed to his feet and looked at Bane. "Captain V-Vane.....I-I didn't know! Ple-!" Bane stabbed the pirate in the chest, the blade finding the man's heart.  As the pirate died ((don't know how to have a cursed die yet...)) he walked away, he was slightly surprised that there were others here. He would seek out their captain.

Name: Peter Lebanon
Age: 32
Gender:Male
Nationality: British
Occupation: Pirate
Appearance: black overcoat, brown pants, white baggy shirt, black bandanna, hazel eyes, dark brown hair, and black boots
Weapons:  2 Flintlock Pistols, a French 1763 Musket - long - (AAC-37)on a strap that Peter carries around, and 1 short sword in sheath
Brief History: A small time thief stuck on  one of the many Islands along the carribean. He has a band of theives.

(Just so nobod gets confused I don't have a ship yet, or an of the weapons posted up top until I get off the island)

Peter and his band of thieves were roaming the beachside cutting down  small trees to attempt to make small boats to get off the island. so far they only had 1 raft built and needed 2 more. Peter picked up an axe and began chopping at one of the many palm trees. He chopped away vigorously with all his might and within minutes a loud crack emanted from the center of the tree, as it fell Peter  took a deep breath and whe it  fell to the ground he released and picked the tree up dragging it over to a pile of cut down trees he then went out into the forest's edge and pulled out a small knife and started cutting a large vine. when at last done he brought it over to the pile of cut trees and tied up 4 or so at the ends. Peter then repeated this process until there in front of him lie a small raft fit for two people, he then rested and slowly fell into a slumber. He was awoken by the cheering of his fellows drinking and laughing about by a campfire . when he looked over towards the small raft he had completed , a grin spread over his face from seeing that all rafts were completed.
They  set sail for an island known to harbor pirates and thier ships and off they went.

Captain Morrigan Blackmoon was surprised to see his First Mate back on the Harbynger so soon.

"I do believe it should be time to call in the dogs, Mister Kennedy. I think they've had their fun. Of course, there is the simple matter of our ill gotten gains. How goes the treasure hunt?" the good Captain asked with a wry smile.

It was at this moment Morrigan saw two of his crew members, named Marx and Finnigan, were attacked b vikings.  Marx and Finnigan were incapacitated by the large barrels they were carring.  As the two pirates stumbeld into the moonlight they reverted to their skeleton forms.  The vikings pressed the attack knocking the pirates to the ground.  One of the vikings called out "How do you kill a skeleton?"  The other replied "You just re-kill them!" bringing a large hammer down upon one of the two, reducing his bones to splinters.  The two then picked up the barrels the two pirates were carring and returned to the ship.  The last thing Morrigan heard them say as they left was "For Skoll, and for Ragnarok!"

One-eyed Willie burst out the tavern with cutlass and flintlock in hand, his three bodyguards already dead. He surveyed the chaos quickly and found what he sought.

"STOP RIGHT THERE YOU MOTHER-LESS DOG!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs at a man who was running through the fray...a man who was wearing Willie's hat. 

Willie leveled his flintlock and fired at the man who turned, wide eyed and kept running. The shot hit a red coat in the gut and he kneeled over. Willie cursed and tucked the flintlock into his coat. He ran after the man and kicked the half dead red coat along the way.

Willie caught sight of the man who stole his hat and ran after him. The giant fight that had broken up tonight in Tortuga was a particular bad one it seemed...

There was an opening and Willie almost caught up with the thief. The thief turned quickly and saw how close Willie was and started to run faster, yet stopped at if he had hit a wall. The man had run into a shield. <A shield???> Willie thought. The large shield moved out of the way to show a Viking swing a battle axe and decapitate the thief. His head rolled to Willie's legs and stopped, a look of horror frozen upon his face. Willie bent calmly and picked up his hat from the bleeding head. He dusted it off and placed it on his head once more.

Willie looked through the giant pirate brawl at the viking once more....

"Viking?" He muttered to himself. Just then, more vikings appeared and starting cleaving through the fray. Then from his left, skeletal pirates appeared, fighting through the streets. Cursed crew...Willie's favorite(sarcasm)... recruitment had just become alot more complicated.

Its an initial raiding party, the rest of the force will come up + i dont expect to take the town, its so myself and my men expierence the cursed pirates.

Richard and Major shapre accompanied by the 30 marines landed on the island of tortuga, shouldering there muskets straight away they made there way to the screaming.
Pirates stood in there way,

"FIREEE!"

A barrage of shots where fired into the pirates, some falling to the volley some injured, some not even bothered!

A pirate on the left flank of the platoon had took advantage of the reloading of the marines and cut down a few.
Some of the marines had panicked and lost there professionilism.

The marines where reloading, some had taken there swords out and bayonets and began stabbing and thrusting at the pirates.

Richard took out his pistol and fired at one pirate who had charged him, hitting him square between the eyes. Richard sighed and drew his rapier, walking rapidly towards the pirates, a pirate jumped in his way, richard swiped instantly at him but it bounced of it,

<WHAT!?> richard looked up to notice the full moon had come out. and there before his eyes the pirate turned into a skeleton.

<HMPH!, dam myths coming true!> he ducked a counter swing the skeleton had performed and then kicked it hard into the stomach, Skeletons had lil protection around the stomach area due to lack of bones, the kick went right through and snapped its spine. the skeleton lay on the floor silently in two.

"Press on the attack!!!" Sharpe called out
the marines where in the thick of it all now. it would only be shortly before reinforcments arrived.

The smell of rotting fish filled Mary’s nose and with and snort at the harsh scent Mary awoke. She opened her eyes and was momentarily confused. She was in a dark room, no a cell.

Mary sat up and pushed herself to a crouch with her hands. She shuddered as she felt the almost oily sensation of the boards on her skin. She wondered if the place was ever cleaned, but then if she was correct she was on an undead pirate ship. “Just peachy,” she muttered to herself as she tried to stand. Her head hit the bulkhead and she cursed.

Mary heard a snigger. “You a little too tall, lass? Oh wait they make cells as uncomfortable as possible. If you ask nicely I might let you out.”

“And then what?” Mary asked, suspecting that the owner of the voice would expect some sort of compensation for his efforts.

“Hmm, you could come keep me company by sitting on my knee.” The voice suggested.

Mary raised a brow, “I think I’ll stay right here.”

There was a chuckle in response, “I thought you might say that.”

Mary let out a sigh and wondered if the ship had left port. She suspected that it had not, the rocking of the sea didn’t feel strong enough.

Drake knelt behind the overturned bar in teh tavern.  Outside, the sounds of chaos and death permeated the air.  It's true.  They did come.  He knew that these raiders were going to take whatever they wanted, and do what they felt like doing.  No mortal force could stop them.  He should know...

It was five years ago.  Drake's crew, cursed in a different manner, with bad luck, had fallen afoul of weather, and had had their ship driven into a fog bank.  The deeper they went in, the stranger the noises.  They heard a battle, and sailed in that direction, hoping to at least take some plunder from a floundering merchant ship.  They weren't so lucky.

The ship they found was not what they expected.  Rotten, and with tattered sails, it sailed across the eerily smooth waters, straight for them.  It's crew, fierce looking pirates, boarded their ship, and looted it.  They could do nothing.  They were taken prisoner, those who were not dead, and worked as slaves for the strange ship.  Over the course of the next few weeks, Drake realized their true nature, revealed by night and moonlight, and tried harder than ever before to escape.  Eventually, his chance came.

The ghost ship was attacking a merchant vessel, and shattered their hull, taking their fill of plunder, and vanishing into the night.  During the battle, Drake jumped overboard, and clung to a piece of floating debris from the demolished merchant vessel.  Eventually, another ship from the smae vessel's convoy caught up to him, and took him aboard.  His story about being a mercenary being hired by worked, and he was released soon after.  But those weeks of captivity never left him, nor did the feeling of dread that followed the captain of that ship like a black cloud...

He had no doubt that these attackers were the same pirates that took his crewmates captive, and killed them when they failed to provide adequate service.  Unstoppable, and invincible.  Just his luck, to be in the port that they were raiding...Drake closed his eyes, and moaned, as the memories of terror flooded back, fresh, into his mind.

James chuckled at the 'guest'.  Suddenly, a crew mate burst in from above.

"Kennedy!  Marx and Finnigan were smashed by some vikins'!  They lost the barrels!"

James swore under his breath.  He made his way above deck to see if he could find anything.  In the distance he saw a group of barbarians with his barrels.  Which again caused a string of curses to flow out of his mouth.  He gathered a few crew members and advanced upon the vikings as fast as he could.  Taking the two carry the barrels by surprise, he knocked them down motioning two of his members to take them.  He dodged a hammer in the nick of time.  He turned and booked it back for the ship the others following suit. 

He met up with the Captain back on the ship.

"Captain I would highly suggest we leave port.  Now."

Mary raised a brow, so her companion had been Kennedy. She'd have to remember that name, along with Marx and Finnigan. She peered through the bars in an attempt to see the pirates but the view was blocked by various boxes of cargo.

"Drats," she muttered to herself. However with Kennedy's departure Mary was able to have a better look around. She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a sickly cough from the other side of the ship. "Who goes there?" Mary shouted.

"No one to bother you, lass." Came the gravelly response. Mary suspected that the owner of the voice was rather unwell.

"Are you a prisoner too?" She asked.

"Aye, I used to be a hand on this deck but I got a thrashin' for trying to stir a mutiny." The male voice replied.

Mary pondered that for a moment, "So you know your way around this ship then?" she asked casually.

"Aye," he replied, "Not that I'll be going anywhere."

"Be patient, my friend." Mary said then sat back in her cell and considered how she could possibly escape.

"Very well then, Mister Kennedy. Let's call in the dogs."

Kennedy gestured to one of the Harbynger's crewmen to climb the rigging to the Crow's nest. A sliver of pale silvery moonlight shone on the skeletal figure as he pulled from his ragged trappings the Harbynger's signaling trumpet. The Dreaded Captain Morrigan had acquired the item from a voodoo woman deep in the African Congo. Carved from ancient Obsidian into the shape of an angry spirit, the item linked Blackmoon's cursed crew to the Harbynger.   

The clouds seemed to part as the ships helmsman steered out of the harbor and waited just off of Tortuga's coast. The winds whipped violently at the black sails as the Cursed Trumpet gave a long, hauntingly mournful howl. The sound carried accross the island's port and chilled the blood of every bar wench, prostitute, theif, and scoundrel, and every single pirate, cursed and living. Every member of the Harbynger's cursed crew stopped what they were doing and strolled out to Tortuga's coast, wading into the water towards the forboding black ship. no matter what state they were in, severed limbs and spines and heads included.

(This is the age of pirates, how can there be Vikings? They were gone long before pirates came to be more known in the world.)

They're cursed crew...

((Personally I think it is hard to bring vikings into this with Adeptus's plot.  But just continuing on...))

Kennedy watched as the crew maned their stations, some missing arms and others just replacing arms.  As the moon drifted in behind the clouds the ship slowly sailed out to see, leaving Tortuga behind.  He headed below deck to check on his 'passenger'.

"Aye not that I'll be going anywhere."

"Be patient my friend."

Peter!  That mutineer scum.  He had tried to seek out the Captain's heart a while ago and place himself as Captain.  Luckily for the Captain the crew had no problems the Blackmoon.  And they did not take well to his mutiny.

"I see Peter, you have met our new guest Mary?  Trying to spoil her thoughts are you?"

"Aye.  Just to spite you foul lot."

"The problem with cursed is once, a cursed, always a cursed.  You should know that by now lad.  Left to rot in here for all eternity doesn't sound fun now does it?"

Kennedy pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked Mary's cell.  She blinked with surprise.

"You're letting me out?"

"We can't have you rooming with wretches like this can we now?"  He turned his light towards Peter which caused Mary to draw her breath in sharply.  In the opposite cell was a rag of a man.  Skin shrivelled and eyes sunken into the skull.  Peter was starved to death.  Yet he could never die.

"Now.  You shall be rooming in my quarters.  Follow me and I shall show you to your room.  Then I will show you to the Captain."

Mary wasn’t particularly impressed with the situation but then it beat staying in the cell. She wondered why she needed to be shown to the Captain, was she to be a piece of eye candy? Mary shuddered, she knew that men tended to find her attractive but she honestly didn’t understand what the attraction was.

Mary went into a well practiced verse, “My husband won’t be happy when he learns that you’ve kidnapped me.”

“Oh I’m sure he’ll get over it eventually,” Kennedy said with a smirk.

Mary raised a brow, she seriously doubted that Zeb would care but Kennedy didn’t know that. “I’m not just a barmaid, I am also a healer. My abilities will be missed.” She looked Kennedy up and down, “I believe my abilities would be wasted here, the dead don’t tend to need healing.”

(Well, If you want to know how I planned to work Vikings into the story, you can read the below post.  If you prefer it to be a surprise, then don't read the section titled  "Spoiler Alert."

SPOILER ALERT!  Skoll was a historian and an English Lord, and was fascinated by the tales of the Norse raiders of old.  He knew their mythology and ways better than anyone else.  When he first heard of pirates, he connected them to the Vikings of old who terrorized Europe for years.  He sailed to the Caribbean to learn more about them.  He eventually used his fortune to get together a crew to "play" pirate himself.  He joined the pirate captains who sailed to England in an effort to reenact the Viking raids upon England, and to burn his name into history like the viking leaders of old.  Yeah, he has a complex.  Anyway his crew sailed into the mist..and came out as accursed vikings.  Skoll went insane and truly thinks that he is the physical embodiment of Skoll, and is determined to fufill his destiny to consume the physical embodiment of the sun.  Whether or not there is any substance to this ravings has yet to be seen...)

"Ah.  Well healers have been in high demand on the slave market.  Here is your room.  Enjoy."

Kennedy left Mary to contemplate her fate.

Mary had to admit she wasn’t that surprised at the pirate’s admission. She wasn’t about to waste her time in wallowing in despair. Mary was a practical woman. She immediately scoped her surrounding out. There was a small window above her hammock and she intended to use it.

Mary moved to the small window and examined it. It looked to be painted shut but that wasn’t going to stop her. Mary reached for one of her daggers and found that she hadn’t been searched. As usual men always seemed to think women were generally helpless. Using the thin end of the blade Mary worked her way along the edges of the window prying the paint away.

She paused as she heard footsteps outside her door. She stepped silently away from the window but then the footsteps moved off. Mary immediately continued working at the window and grinned as she finished dislodging the paint. Now it was time to pop the window open. Mary growled as she pushed and pulled at the window, it seemed the timber had swollen from being at sea. She knew she could smash the glass but it’d make too much noise and it was likely that she’d cut herself trying to escape.

Mary continued working on the window and almost laughed out loud with glee when it finally pushed open an inch. Mary gave it a few more hard shoves and the window opened fully.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Mary’s skirts were not going to fit out the window while she wore them. Mary quickly undressed down to her petticoats and crawled out the window. It was dark but Mary could see the lights of the shore.

Going completely limp, Mary let her body relax and fall into the water. The water was extremely cold but Mary wasn’t going to complain she started to swim as she tried to ignore her chattering teeth. She was glad she’d ditched her skirts, they would have weighed her down in the water, although it would make things awkward when she got to shore.

The two Vikings that had been knocked down had gotten up and were incredibly angry, even for Vikings.  They were all set to go and burn down the skeleton pirates ship, when they noticed a woman fall out of the ship and walk to shore in nothing but her petticoats.  “Could she be the one?”  One of the Vikings asked the other.  “She could be, could not be.”  “Let’s take her to the captain, just to be safe.”  The two rushed to the beach and grabbed her, and hurried off to their longboat before other cursed pirates showed up to try and claim her.  They arrived just as Skoll was calling his brothers back to the ship.  They brought her aboard the longboat just as the sun started to rise.  “Come my brothers” Skoll cried, “we sail…” He then saw Mary.  “Who brought this…woman aboard?”  He roared, spitting out the word ‘woman.’  “We thought she could be the one you were looking for…” one of the Vikings stammered.  “None of the women in town were sufficient, Skoll, so she could be her.” Another stated. “I’ll be the one to decide that!” Skoll bellowed to his crew. “…Still, she could be.  I’ll see after we have put out to see.”  With that the Vikings shoved off, disappearing into a snowy fog that rolled across the ocean, taking a confused and shaken Mary with them.

Richard and the marines fired and slashed over and over again, there victims only fell to be replaced!
Richard was severely out numbered.

"Right men!....Fall.......Sharpe behind you.....Fall back! dam this place! DAM IT!"

The marines nodded and formed a defensive line. firing and using a wall of bayonets to keep attackers at bay

"c'mon you fools get in theese boats will ya!"

The marines scrurried back to the boats once they had a time window to fall back.
With that the british naval forces fell back to the ship.

"We need a meeting with the Admiral NOW!" richard screamed at his first mate as soon as he got on the boat

Mary couldn't believe her luck, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Or at least it seemed this way. She wonder what all this talk about "being her" was. These guys were certainly looking for someone but Mary seriously doubted it was her.

She considered putting in her two cents but decided to wait a bit longer, that particular strategy had worked previously.

Kennedy was ordering around some men when one of them yelled, "MAN OVERBOARD!"

Kennedy glanced in the water to see Mary swimming back to shore.  Ah well.  You win some and lose some. 

One of the crew rushed to him.

"Shall we go after 'er Kennedy?"

"No.  If the fish don't get the lass who knows what she'll find ashore.  Or who'll find her."