WW LLXVIII: Yar Har Har and a Bottle o' Rum
 

It's been awhile since anyone on the ship's seen land, no part thanks to the Cap'ns dreadful navigation skills, having misplaced the ship once on a beach. Three of you start a talkin' amongst yourselves. Talkin' about how a mutiny is needed.

Talk of plungin' the ol' cap'n into the briny.

Too bad the briny deep got to ye first. No sooner the three fishmen climb aboard and murder the scurvy dogs talking trechery, they stole their clothes and started masqueradin' as 'em. As if that'd fool a normal 'uman! O' course, the people on this ship tend to be plastered more 'n most so you might not notice it but hey cut a pirate a break! Drinkin' all the rum is hard work!

Meanwhile, Captain Paranoia fumbles about his pocket, looking for his oft misplaced keys. Cursin' something most foul (primarily about some dark sea deity or the other), he storms off in the opposite direction o' his cabin....

----Night Zero Continues until 1:00 PM CST!----

Arg! The Guardian of the Blind is here!

*Cap'n Paranoia thwaps BG* Get back ter sleep, ye' scurvy dog!

~~~Plum Incompetent~~~

As Cap'n Paranoia stumbles across the deck in his drunken stupor, he bumps into three figures. Recognizing them as his crew through his drunken stupor, he wraps his arms around the fishmen's, and starts dragging them off behind him, singing a good ol' ditty.

Before the fishmen could deal with this critical annoyance, and just kill the drunken old coot, he breaks off and dances off merrily to the other side o' the boat.

After puking up around several hours worth of booze hounding, the ol' Cap'n notices somethin' in the water as day breaks.

Blood.

Stirrin' up a ruckus, the cap'n starts hollering for the crew to assemble on deck.

Paranoia (NPC)
Zul
Nerwen
Blind Guardian
Rikae
Macalaure
Gilrdan
Wilwarin
Boromir
The Elf-warrior

Morsul the Dark
Shasta


The Dead.
Eönwë - Ordo - Death via Cannonball Day One
autume98 - Cultist - Throat punctured through Night One
Though mutinous dogs all, they all line up obediently as the dear ol' cap'n rants and raves about there bein' a murderer (or two. or three.) on board.

Except he does a head count, notices yer all there, and gets confused for a good hour before storming back into his quarters hootin' in hollerin' about not havin' enough booze and that the sun be playin' tricks on his eyes. Wild eyed, the last thing he tells you lot before slamming the door to the cabin and lockin' it is to sort the mess out yerselves and to make the culprits walk the plank. Or if that don't work on some preposterous fishman servant o' the kraken on board, t' make it work or walk thar plank yerself.

----DAY ONE HAS STARTED! GET TO IT, YE LAND LUBBERS!----

Ohi! Sorry. Wait it started. And I'm going to bed.

Arr! This be shapin' up fer to be nigh as rum a viyage as that one o' Black Death Brinn's!


So, Cap'n Paranoia be still among the livin'? I'd a reckoned them swabs o' fishmen would send he to Davy Jones afore ye could say "Shiver me timbers!"

It be main quiet aboard. Where be the rest o' the crew? Show a leg, ye scurvy dogs!

Yarr! I be awake as well! What ye be thinkin' Nerwen? How d' we catch one o' them fishmen? Or ha' the' cap'n 'ad too much of th' ol' rum?

Arr, them dogs... fish... whate'er they be a'callin' of 'emselves... they'll not be able to fool us!

Fer- mark ye– how mote them fish be a-knowin' o' the ways o' brave gentlemen o'fortune? We must be a-tryin' fer to engage 'em in a bit o' conversation– an' by thunder! They'll give 'emselves away afore long!

Nay, 'tis goin' dry as gives Cap'n th' horrors. He be shipshape along o' there be plenty o' rum in his belly. Rum be meat an' drink to he.

An' then, mark yon blood in the water. This ship ha' seen foul play, or I'm a landlubber!

Have y'ever been on th' land, Nerwen? Ye speak like ye were born a' sea!

An' ye were up early. Did ye see a sign o' th' fishmen when ye awake from yer rum-sleep in yer cabin? Or p'r'aps ye be one o' them. Arr! D'I see a bit o' barnacle on yer face, ye scurvy dog?

Aye, I were weaned on rum an' hard tack, ye lubber!

Scurvy dog yerself, to be a-castin' of aspersions on a lady's complexion!

Happen, though, there be summat in yon "Rule o' Three".

By which I be a-signifyin' th' old seaman's yarn that when there be bloody murder done at sea (an' that be common as lice along o' we gentlemen o' fortune) one o' th' first three as pipes up will be one o' them as did the deed.

Aye, I reckon I'll be keepin' a weather eye on ye an' young Blind Guardian.

EDIT:typos.

Arr, I be thinkin' the same thing. Th' las' time I were on a ship w' mutineers that were th' first thing they did.

So, ye think that 'un be one to watch, do ye? Arr, ye all need a good weather eye on ye.

Belay that talk! Ye're another on' em, like enough.

Rule o' three, eh? I reckon that means I can post now, an' odds are, I'm as human as the four of ye.
:p
'tis odd that Nerwen should be castin' suspicion on th' Guardian o' th' Blind, when it's this Eonwe fellow seems th' most false and tricksy o' the lot. It looks like 'e talks just so as he can say he did.
Thar be two more people who look e'en worse. First is Macalaure - me know that yon Likedeeler has been hangin' around and watchin', but hasn't bothard t' speak up, and e's creepy when e's quiet. I'd like to hear more from ye, Mac, an' the rest o' the crew as well.
The other is wifewife, for not knowin' a wife's duty is not t' bar her husband from piracy, but t' sign him up for it.

Arr, says you!

Nay, lass, I were a'suspicionin' o' the pair on 'em.

Aye, wifewife be a bad 'un. But belike she be too much on a landlubber fer this lay.

That Blind Guardian a bi' suspicious if ye ask me. 'e sleeps when 'e should be awakin'. Maybe 'e be tired from a night o' killin'. An' th' same goes fer t'others that're still asleep as well. They should all be wakin' by now.

But why is the rum gone?

The rum? Gone? What scurvy dog be a'drainin' of the rum?!

...Arr, ye main near took the wind out o' my sails, ye swab. Ye're on a wrong tack, lad. I were a' sayin' Cap'n be brimful o'rum, so we can be a-trustin' his deadlights.

I'm awake, I'm awake already. i jus' can't help tha' I love my sleep. ;)

What?! This is not good! I needs me rum!

edit: x-ed with Nerwen

*Hiccup* Oi, ye scurvy dog!! *Hic* Some of us needs our beauty res so we don't look like ye in th' mornin'!!

*Hic* As for all this suspicion ye all be throwin 'bout. Methinks tis too early to tell much, but I seem to remember this here "Rule of Three" that th' little Ms. Nerwen seems to be prattling about. Me eyes be watchful on those three for sure as the hair on me feet, one will be a murderous dog....fish, whatever they may be. *Hiccup*

Nay, I be no Fishman, tho' only my death'd prove it to ye, no doubt.

Arr, so Nerwen be suspectin' Blind Guardian, Rikae be thinkin' ill o' that Eönwë, and Eönwë hisself be agreein' w' Nerwen abou' Blind Guardian? Somethin' here cu'd be a might fishy, says I.

I be thinkin' that Blind Guardian goin' t' sleep in th' mornin' is fishy.

Ima here, Ima here 'n th' suspicions on me already. Darn finally an ordo. Vote me off on Day one! Nonesence! Ye liars! I say lynch th' lot 'f ya! 'm I th' only one that isn't drunk? Yea! Lynch all 'f ye, save the rest of us from horror! *pet the captins parrot*

But it's nighttime here in rl I have to sleep

BG, if ye'r not drunk, I'm thinkin' that's a reason t' lynch yer! T'aint natural r' even 'uman, says I.

Aye then! *picks up bottle of rum, swallows in one gulp* Burp...

ar, I be here mates. An' just viewed the magical movin' picture of the great Capt'n Jack Sparrow fer insipirations. ;)

I be havin some suspicions. Any 'ere who be drunk or drinkin' are suspect, fer not sharing the rum with meself.

*Hands Wilwa an empty bottl' o' rum*
All I got left.



So how'd'ye think we be a-catchin' these fishmen then? I be talkin' t'all o' ye.

O! The one that sails th' great ol' seas
Th' one that look for plun'er!
Crash 'em
bang 'em
smash 'em
take their golldddd!!!
O! The one that robs th' great ol' boat
Th' one that look for gooolllldddd!!!
Clash 'em
bash 'em
zap 'em

No, I am not drunk!


Yet.

Yar har har an' a bottle of rum!
It's a pirates life for me!
Yar har har an' a pot o' gold!
It's a bottle o' rum for me!
Yar har har it's time to go!
Let's sail th' seven seas!

Still not drunk. One bottle ain't gonna do it! But th' way matties, we're out o' beer.

Yar har me hearties, what are we doing standing here jabbering like a bunch of mud puppies when we gots murderous Fish on board??

I says that I is in agreement with this here landlubberin' mud pup. Sumtins not right with that there Eonwe. The way hes a splittin' his mind about the little lass Nerwen and that there Guardian o' the Blind feller has me thinking. What if he's a murderous scumbucket who's tryin' to stick w' th' person who bes making the most sense in his mind? Or p'rhap he be one our mateys who be all confuddled in that brain o' his. I be keeping my eye on him....would keep both, but I lost me other one in a fight with some sea critters.

Well tha's no good matey!!

Arr, an' I'm one fer wantin' ter lynch the Cap'n fer gettin' the words wrong! T'ain't 'yar har har', nossir, tis more of'n a 'yo ho ho', or so me good pa once tole me.

Scurvy dogs! I needs me fruity drink, an' that's a true fact.

Yo ho ho and a barrel o' rum
yo ho ho an' a kick in the bum
yo ho ho we're all out o' rum
yo ho ho down th' barrel o' a gun!

Boy, this is a great day to sing!

Arr, I don be fancying the was the lass Nerwen brought ups the 'Rule o' Three', since it be not a meritable reason for suspicion, and since it includes 'erself it mayhaps be a way for the lass to try and seem shinnier.

I also don appreciate singin' at a time like this. Our lives be in danger, and this here Guardian o' the Blind is singing and seeming rather joyful. Perhaps it be his way to be about, while not actually sayin anythin' of any use?

My best mate Glirdy is agreein' with people. He tends to agree with people when he has somethin' sinister to mask. Though, him and I be often incorrect in our assumptions of one another, it still makes me uneased.

Arr, me computer be havin`some difficulties, and it be the only one I got. If my absence extends past sunset, my apologies.


(gah, I'm so bad at pirate talk, it's not even funny :rolleyes: )

*is here and waiting for the pirate talk to end so that he can understand what people are actually saying*

Looked a might dodgy there, w' your jumpin' on what Nerwen was sayin', it did. Nerwen's suspicion itself weren't all that fair lookin', aye, but your reaction looked fouler.

Talkin' o stringin' up the cap'n! If that ain't mutinous, what be? ;)

What be ye sayin'? I'm not hearin' ye plain. :p

Alright, now who do we have here so far?

Haven't played with Blind Guardian before, so I won't vote for him/her(?) the first few days unless I have to. Just chatter and singing so far, though.

I'm not going to even try to figure Nerwen out at this point. I never know what she's up to and when I think I do I'm usually wrong.

Eonwe, like BG, is incomprehensible and chatty. He has the disadvantage of having played with me before, unfortunately. ;)

I always end up wanting to lynch Inzil, so until I'm really, seriously and unbearably suspicious of him (which is probably tomorrow :rolleyes: ), he'll get a pass.

I can't read Rikae, so I won't try. :p

Autume is awake and in need of rum. That is good to know.

"All this suspicion"?? There's barely any and you're trying to discourage people? Not good. I wish I could understand his point against Eonwe. I agree with Wilwa, though - the tone is fishy.

Shasta is alive, which is always a good thing to be for a pirate.

Wilwa talks like a real person and makes sense. I greatly approve of that.

Boro, Elf-warrior, and Morsul are still asleep.

Hullo again!

Ima going to be leaving soon. Our ac isn't working right. I might not be back before we leave but then again this is me we are talking about. When I come back I'll torment you with more songs! When does Day end? 1pm again?

Sayonara!

Shiver me timbers, matey! What else should I be doin'? We be needin' t' catch them fishmen, it's not safe t' trust any of ye scallywags!

I blame you!

Compleatly innocent for once:
Guardian of the Blind

Innocent until proven guilty:
Eönwë
Nerwen
Grildan
Rikae
Elf warior
Iziladûn
Morsul
Mac
Boro
Shasta
Wilwa

guilty:
Noia :P

did I miss anyone?