[J m HofMarN]

Orator- Ok, your ship is now coming towards the secret Jesuit harbor at Santo Ernesto. It looks like a pretty impressive fortress. There are three ships there, but one of them has recently been captured and its colours struck. That's probably the British privateer. Youre quite outnumbered nad might want to send for backup... But then again British citizens might be in terrible peril. As the Lord Admiral it's up to you what to do, but with three ships and a shore battery and a fortress, you're at quite a disadvantage in a head on assault.

[Slade]

"Hmm... To be honest, I was expectin' a less hostile welcome. Aren't these people supposed to be men of the Christian God? I guess we have a few options.
1) Attempt to make port an' get our timbers shivered something fierce.
2) Attempt to assault the town with our cannon, or perhaps our crews, and probably get blown ta bits.
3) Land somewhere nearby and peacefully approach the village, askin' about undead pirates.
4) Sneak in and disable the batteries, then sail in and try to find out what's goin' on amidst the hostile populace.
5) Go to a different part of the island, one with more hospitality.

I have to be honest and say I prefer the choices that don't end in an early and painful demise for me an' me crew, Cap'n. We jus' need some information on killin' this Barebones fella in case we run across 'im."

[TheOrator]

Well, I think the Queen would understand if I didn't attack just yet.

I send for my best pigeon and give it a note to call for four of my other ships to help me in the attack. I slink back into the shadows and plan the assault.

Luckily, lime is also a brainfood.

EDIT: Redundancy reduced.

This post has been edited by TheOrator: 27 October 2007 - 11:18 PM

[Bond]

ARRGGGHHH!!! Me bleedin' wounds, they hurt me like thunder!

O, Lard A'mighty! Hast Her Majesty abandoned me? Woe-bitten dogs, the hounds of Hell be against ye, Jesuit, and all who agree wit' thee!

[SimeSublime]

Sounds about time to salt these wounds...then cut some more.

[Spoon Poetic]

Yar... I'll fight the drunken cap'n one on one like he wants, though I also whisper to me first mate ta "bail me out if it looks like I be goin' down" - I add to this, "That won't happen, but I figure I better have all me bases covered." I have me men form a circle around us with drawn weapons so there be no escapin', and prepare ta fight like a man.

[Otal Nimrodi]

Look. So, here`s what I think. We only need thar holy water, aye? So we`ll jus' be askin' them, nicely now, fer all th' holy water they got. If they fail t' respond... Well, then we`ll sail that sea when we come t' 't.

[J m HofMarN]

Orator - Your pidgeons all get under way to their varied destinations and you manage to avoid being seen. Knowing the horrors the inquisition can inflict, you'd probably feel guilty for not rushing in, but then again there's no point in becoming a casualty yourself. You can see dense jungle all around the harbor, which might potentially allow a landing party to slip in through the forrests and attack the fort from the landward side, skipping the sea defenses.

Bond-

"ARRGGGHHH!!! Me bleedin' wounds, they hurt me like thunder!"

And how! I'd say you could answer their questions to stop it, But Sime really doesnt seem to feel like asking any. Another option might be finding your love of the virgin mary, and fast.

Sime- A man in a speedo and cloak comes over, asking if he can kick the prisoner back into a pit when you've finished. He just has such a hangdog puppy eyed look on his scarred and bearded face that even a Jesuit would find it hard to deny the poor fellow.

Spoon- Ok great a duel. Naturally since his leg's effed you get initiative. I'll just say you make a good slash at him. Myraculously he dodges and it's his turn. He makes a glancing blow on your shoulder, cutting your nifty pirate overcoat and scratchign you. He laughs and prepares to jab in again. (in your next post just give me a bunch of actions and I'll keep rolling)

Otal- The Spanish village doesnt particularly want to fight a bunch of pirates, which is why they haven't fired yet. You could try to make it ashore under a flag of truce.

[Slade]

"Arr. Then we hoist the flag of 'Not killin' anybody right now' and sail toward shore, callin' out when we're in range that we're comin' in peace." I sail for shore, doing what I just said. Of course, we'll need ta stop if they decide they want to fire at us, or if they warn us not to come closer anyway. It ha' better not be like pullin' teeth to jus' get some bleedin' holy water.

[Spoon Poetic]

(((Okay, I'll try to use my little bit of Jō and katana/sword training here, but I don't really know how to type something like a swordfight, so, uh, go easy on me. )))

Arrr, one thing I learned from me previous tangles is ta move with me sword, keep me sword movements short, and take advantage o' tha opponents long movements. So any time that cur of a cap'n makes a long movement or sweeping arc (an overhead slice, for instance), I'll move in real close with a jab with me sword so that nay but his arms would strike me, while I get a good bit o' damage. 'Tis not tha way tha British hoity-toity swordsmen would 'ave it done, but then, I'm a pirate, no?

I make to dodge his jab with a sidestepping turn (so that I'm beside or behind him) at the same time as countering with a quick stab of me own at his shoulder (in hopes of winnin' tha fight without killin' the man, as he may serve useful/have info/etc later).

This post has been edited by Spoon Poetic: 29 October 2007 - 05:03 PM

[barend]

Barend- The crew gasps because you're so dastardly, and the captain steels himself, determined to die for his god and country and all that. The lieutenant has no such illusions.

"Well sir ye see..."

He starts before being interupted by a spasm of struggling and growling from the captain. The lieutenant finally composes himself, knowing his life is at stake- He never showed me none sir! But his leg, tis hollow! That's why he be lookin for it... I figure its on deck somewhere... What's in there I dunna know but it must be valuable.

((I command my men to look for it))

[Bond]

Bond-

"ARRGGGHHH!!! Me bleedin' wounds, they hurt me like thunder!"

And how! I'd say you could answer their questions to stop it, But Sime really doesnt seem to feel like asking any. Another option might be finding your love of the virgin mary, and fast.

I squirm a bit, then cry, "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida! Sarcalogos est rex rgis! Sime est secus sublimis! Ego vomica vos per Senior lingua, a awron fi m yn areithio Cymraeg! Ysmwddia bili-pala, o..." I then slump, drunk as the day I first drank slop.

[SimeSublime]

*Looks at the man in the speedos* Mayhap, though it will likely be awhile until he sees the light of God. For now I shall leave his conversion in the safe hands of my assitants in God's will here. *to the torturers* When he sees the light of God, ask him why he was contaminating our harbour, and if the Godless heathens of England are planning something.

It's time to overlook the defences, both of the harbour and the town. I'm unsure if the heretic is a diversion from something else, so I want the town on full alert. As I inspect the troops, I will bless them in the name of God and warn them of the treachery of the English.

[Otal Nimrodi]

Arr... That what we be doin', then.

But if'n they want to fight us, I'd wager they have a little more in that place than water, eh?

I hoist the flag o' truce, an' set one of our ships sailin' to shore.

[J m HofMarN]

Slade and Otal- The townspeople are kind of worried. The atmosphere is definately charged. They know their little fort wont hold back two pirate vessels, and the gunners know it too. Thankfully they recognize the internationally noticable flag of "not killin people at the moment" They raise their own. The town fathers, a priest among them, come down to meet with you. He's a wily sort of fellow in brown clerical robes, and he makes the sign of the cross as he recognizes Otal, the pirate who destroyed Port Royale. He makes this known to the Don of the town who gasps and looks closer at Otal.

Spoon- The captain, even injured, is still a formidable man, and careful to contact your sword with every strike to rattle you a bit and keep you on the defensive. He swings hard and fast, often managing to get a scratch in on you even after you block just through brute strength. Your arms are getting numb from the impacts but its the captain who makes a mistake first. He leads into a jab too much and the next thing you know he's ontop of you. The two of you topple to the ground and he drops his sword, trying to choke you. Your crew, surprisingly, don't seem very concerned by this turn of events and hsi grip is weak as his hands wrap round your beck and his eyes stare fire back into your own. Your sword seems to be pinned on something, so you'll have to get him off of you with your hands somehow.

Barend- Ok now that things have settled down your men easily find the leg. They cant figure out the fancy lock, so one of them headbutts it open, shattering it. Inside you find a map written in Spanish. You cant read it, but it does point to a location in Cuba and a few of the words seem to translate well, for instance "secret" and "Jesuit" and "fort". The Lieutenant asks if he can go, and swears he knows nothing of the map, though he offers to translate it for you.

Bond- The torturers get tired of your babbling and decide to leave you to regain your senses, so they can torture you some more. The thongy cloaky guy looks for any possible way he can kick you into the pit and gets pissed off. "THIS IS STILL CUBAAAAAAAAAA!" He yells at you before he too departs. You're alone now, so if its not too agonizing you can try to look at your map and the chains will allow you to move just enough to get at it in your shirt sleeve.

Sime - your torturers do their torturey thing and then wonder off when he seems to go insane. Meanwhile you're off looking over the defenses. The place is quite formidable, especially for a secret Jesuit enclave that few know exists. Your men are bringing up the spoils from Captain Galore's ship, which and have done their research. They've found that his name is J. B. Pussy Galore and he was heading to Port Royale to get a mission from the Lord Admiral.