Post by dagger on Aug 18, 2009 13:48:59 GMT -5
OOC: This is the first post of the Red Coat Pirates, and the thread where we will *cough*steal*cough* a ship.
IC: The smell of the sea was strong that day, a sign of the wind shifting and bringing on the possibilities of a new day. Picking up his bandanna, he tied it tightly around his head, pushing back his hair and adding to his naturally piratey look. Oh? Who is 'He'? Captain Shore L. Jack, a man who screamed the classic look of a pirate. So much so the inn had almost refused to give him a room. Jack stepped over to his window, closing and pulling the curtains, a smile slipping across his lips.
He had seen something from his little room. A ship was heading toward the island, a merchant ship more than likely, but one fitted with cannons. He made a sharp turn out of the room, swiping up his bright red captain's coat as he did so and tossing it around his shoulders. Throwing open his door he shouted out "TODAY'S THE DAY BOYS!" he called out as he raced down the stairs and out of the small in, his anticipation and excitement making him seem more than a little childish. If his crew wasn't hold up at the inn and unable to hear him it wasn't a bit problem, they would get the idea as soon as they saw the ship.
Jack raced around one corner, then another. Skipped through an alley and jumped a small fence. He was racing toward a three story building not far from the marine headquarters, preparing his part in the day's 'festivities'. The plan had been weeks in the making, purchasing liquor and gunpowder from all over town, and then storing it again. Jack had made a note of personally storing some kegs of gunpowder near a shop that sold guns. The added gunpowder already in the shop would make a lovely explosion.
As he ran he made sure to check the cracks in the ground, which for the last day or so had been filled with black powder and made various patterns and lines running through the little port town. His smile was both child-like and wicked, as he made it to his post and added a touch more to the gunpowder so there were no mistakes. He glanced around, no witnesses. "Well then.... no regrets." he said as he struck a match and stared at the flame.
The marines had three good ships all ready to set sail as of two days ago. The merchant ship was well in range to fire, and if a large number of shots were fired (Or at least looked like they were) then the marines would have no choice but to react. Setting out two ships to intercept and the bulk of their forces to deal with the chaos in the town. Jack expected nothing but perfection fro his crew.
He dropped the match.
OOC: You all know your jobs. Get to where you think ya need to be and let the fun begin.
IC: The smell of the sea was strong that day, a sign of the wind shifting and bringing on the possibilities of a new day. Picking up his bandanna, he tied it tightly around his head, pushing back his hair and adding to his naturally piratey look. Oh? Who is 'He'? Captain Shore L. Jack, a man who screamed the classic look of a pirate. So much so the inn had almost refused to give him a room. Jack stepped over to his window, closing and pulling the curtains, a smile slipping across his lips.
He had seen something from his little room. A ship was heading toward the island, a merchant ship more than likely, but one fitted with cannons. He made a sharp turn out of the room, swiping up his bright red captain's coat as he did so and tossing it around his shoulders. Throwing open his door he shouted out "TODAY'S THE DAY BOYS!" he called out as he raced down the stairs and out of the small in, his anticipation and excitement making him seem more than a little childish. If his crew wasn't hold up at the inn and unable to hear him it wasn't a bit problem, they would get the idea as soon as they saw the ship.
Jack raced around one corner, then another. Skipped through an alley and jumped a small fence. He was racing toward a three story building not far from the marine headquarters, preparing his part in the day's 'festivities'. The plan had been weeks in the making, purchasing liquor and gunpowder from all over town, and then storing it again. Jack had made a note of personally storing some kegs of gunpowder near a shop that sold guns. The added gunpowder already in the shop would make a lovely explosion.
As he ran he made sure to check the cracks in the ground, which for the last day or so had been filled with black powder and made various patterns and lines running through the little port town. His smile was both child-like and wicked, as he made it to his post and added a touch more to the gunpowder so there were no mistakes. He glanced around, no witnesses. "Well then.... no regrets." he said as he struck a match and stared at the flame.
The marines had three good ships all ready to set sail as of two days ago. The merchant ship was well in range to fire, and if a large number of shots were fired (Or at least looked like they were) then the marines would have no choice but to react. Setting out two ships to intercept and the bulk of their forces to deal with the chaos in the town. Jack expected nothing but perfection fro his crew.
He dropped the match.
OOC: You all know your jobs. Get to where you think ya need to be and let the fun begin.