Guys we here now
Am here now
Also here
Nice
Ey
Oi
SkullJack why don't you start it and we'll all be on the Kings Ace?
Or we will join the crew somehow
Vince stood aboard the King's Ace. A 120 cannon Man'of'war with a really infamous reputation as one of the largest ships in the Havana waters. However, on this fine day, the massive vessel sat dormant at the docks of Nausea, where it would soon be stripped of its cargo and findings from it's recent journey.
Vince Scott, first mate, was currently on lookout as many of the other crew members continued to unload the ship. Vince had been aboard since his youth and had always sailed under the command of both his mentor and fathering figure, Captian Bowen. A pirate who was at least fourty and no more, who had been given The King's Ace under his father's name. Bowen was quite a stout man who was stern but too short to be very threatening, and his only fearful trait was his inhuman aim with his brass flintlock pistols that he kept with him at all times. All in all, Bowen was a good man and a better pirate.
Vince Scott, first mate, was currently on lookout as many of the other crew members continued to unload the ship. Vince had been aboard since his youth and had always sailed under the command of both his mentor and fathering figure, Captian Bowen. A pirate who was at least fourty and no more, who had been given The King's Ace under his father's name. Bowen was quite a stout man who was stern but too short to be very threatening, and his only fearful trait was his inhuman aim with his brass flintlock pistols that he kept with him at all times. All in all, Bowen was a good man and a better pirate.
(Eeeeey, he aint ded! Ima take a new approach to this one)
Revil stood on the docks just outside the huge ship, watching with a large stack of worn paper as the cargo was unloaded by larger men than he. It'd only been about a year now but as the ship's head quartermaster was starting to grow on the man. He tended to keep to himself, hidden away in the storage hold beneath the ship for large stretches of time only coming out to eat or piss. Human interaction wasn't something Revil enjoyed, nor was it something the people trying to talk to him enjoyed, but he did enjoy the money that came out of it. He may be a bit smaller than most of the others but people knew not to mess with him too much, Revil never parted with a large knife he kept tucked into his belt just below his back. They say making your weapon makes it more effective and it certainly was the case for this one. Up until this job, Revil never really had a stationary crew of men by his side. Hopefully this lot will be different.
Revil stood on the docks just outside the huge ship, watching with a large stack of worn paper as the cargo was unloaded by larger men than he. It'd only been about a year now but as the ship's head quartermaster was starting to grow on the man. He tended to keep to himself, hidden away in the storage hold beneath the ship for large stretches of time only coming out to eat or piss. Human interaction wasn't something Revil enjoyed, nor was it something the people trying to talk to him enjoyed, but he did enjoy the money that came out of it. He may be a bit smaller than most of the others but people knew not to mess with him too much, Revil never parted with a large knife he kept tucked into his belt just below his back. They say making your weapon makes it more effective and it certainly was the case for this one. Up until this job, Revil never really had a stationary crew of men by his side. Hopefully this lot will be different.
Donned in simply leather pants a cloth shirt, and armed with a sabre he found on a dead Englishman, he was far from rich, and tired of making meager wages on a merchant ship. So Jack came to the ship but a few days ago and had not sailed with them as of today. He was helping a man load a crate on the ship. It was taking a bit of time as the other man constantly readjusted his hand to get a better grip. When finally they made it up the man slipped and nearly fell off the ship, and the crate crashed on the deck spilling its contents around them in a large mess. Jack was furious that this bumbling idiot was allowed on the ship in the first place, and knew he might possibly get kicked off before they even set sail. "Ya idiot! Help me pick this up!" He was cleaning up the mess when the other man started yelling at Jack blaming him for the spill.
Revil catches a glimpse of this through a gap in 2 large crates being unloaded. He storms off, right over towards the mess and stands over the bickering men. "A'ight, ya shit 'eads, quit ya shouting! Who did this?" He eyes both of the, one after the other.
"This plonker over ere!" Said Jack pointing an accusing finger at the man
Revil looks over at the other guy, quite visibly angry. "Is that true? Was it you?" His voice stern and course.
"It ain't so!" He squealed "Yeah it were, don't lie!' Jack shouted "Don't even matter you pillock just help me clean this shite up!"
Revil stomps over to the guy and shoves him off the dock with one big push. "Never liked liars."
"Sorry bout the mess sir I'll fix it up just gimme a minute." Jack began putting the contents of the crate inside of said crate.
"No worries, man. I'd say take your time but we don't really have much of that right now." He starts walking back towards the line of people walking back and forth onto the ship.
Jack got everything in and started to move it to it's final destination as a crewman came up "Lemme elp ya mate." The two moved it to where it needed to go, and jack looked at him saying, "Cheers." And continued moving cargo.
Once everything was accounted for Revil took a look around. "Where's the cap'n now? I swear he just wanders off sometimes..."
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