Cursed: Pirates of the New World (RPG) (Page 4 of 4)

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!"

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.

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.

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.

(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.)

((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."

(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...)

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.

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