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Brinniel · 06-19-2009, 11:39 PM

That nightfall, Stutterin' Wilwa Scab could not sleep. While everyone else's minds were on who to lynch next, her thoughts remained elsewhere. Sighin', she pulled out her journal 'n began to doodle. In th' candlelight, th' scribblin's could be read as "I heart Davy Jones."
She whispered to herself, "Oh Davy Jones, don't ye be knowin' how I lust ye? Just gift me a sign 'n I'll be yours fer all eternity."

'An as though Davy Jones had indeed heard her, Wilwa Scab shifted her candlelight to spot baskin' in th' small flame's glow, a small chest wit' a dagger restin' on top.
"Well, I suppose that's gunna do," said th' cook. Grabbin' th' chest 'n dagger, she eagerly ran up to th' top 'o th' deck.

Above deck, th' air smelled 'o salt 'n dark clouds threatened that a rainstorm was on its way. Standin' at th' railin', Wilwa Scab closed her eyes 'n smiled.
"I can almost spy wit' me eye ye now, Davy Jones," she gushed.
Without further thought, she plunged th' dagger into her chest 'n wit' it, she dug out her own heart. She then carefully placed her heart inside th' chest, shut it tight, then threw it into th' sea. Wilwa Scab watched th' chest disappear wit' a giddy smile on her face. Her smile soon turned to worry as she realised she was still on deck.
"Oh begad," she moaned. "Bein' a ghost be just plain rotten. How be th' infamous tale 'bout th' affair 'o Wilwa Scab 'n Davy Jones ever to be told if I be to forever walkin' upon 'tis cursed ship?"
Th' disappointed Wilwa sat below upon th' deck 'n waited fer her lover to snatch her away. Unfortunately fer th' cook, it was a wait that could take a very long time.

Th' next mornin', th' crew woke to find th' body 'o Wilwa Scab. She told them her desperate tale, 'n it was apparent that she was her own victim, not th' aggressors'. Yet no other body could be found in sight.
"What happened?" wondered Lommy th' Infected. "Be all th' aggressors dead?"
"Nah," Boromir th' Malformed replied. "If that were so, we wouldn't still be in 'tis mess. Seems that not only be these swabs filthy mutineers, but they be lazy too."
"Lucky fer us," noted Ham-Hands Izzy.

The Living:

-Legless Sally Dawkins ~ Carpenter
-Puffy Shirt Rikae ~ Cabin Boy
-Pirate Lommy the Infected ~ Quartermaster
-Gangrenous Inziladun Jones ~ Pilot
-Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner
-Shark Tooth Shasta ~ First mate
-Snifflin’ Mac Sparrow ~ Cooper
-Almost-Blind Nerwen ~ Navigator/Sea Artist
-Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe)
-Cowerin' Gwath Slasher ~ Powder Monkey
-Pirate Nogrod the Fashionably Late ~ Gunner
-Ham-Hands Izzy ~ Striker
-Short Ruth Mithril ~ Cook
-Stinkin' Eön Bloodbeard ~ Powder Monkey

The Ghosted:

-Black Death Brinn ~ Captain ~ shish kabobed (mod)
-Slippery McCabbie Dagger ~ Boatswain ~ danced the hempen jig
-Lil' Green the Staggering Drunk ~ Powder Monkey ~ drank up all the rum
-Dancin' Mira Blythe ~ Striker ~ danced her way off the deck
-Whinin’ Eomer Bonny ~ Musician (Pur-loined Violin) ~ his pur-loined violin pur-loined him (or rather, his life)
-High-Pitched Annu ~ Surgeon ~ halved by her own saw
-Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook ~ gave her heart to Davy Jones

Day 4 has begun. Start talkin'.

06-19-2009, 11:39 PM	#427
Brinniel Reflection of Darkness Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull. Posts: 2,983	Night 4 That nightfall, Stutterin' Wilwa Scab could not sleep. While everyone else's minds were on who to lynch next, her thoughts remained elsewhere. Sighin', she pulled out her journal 'n began to doodle. In th' candlelight, th' scribblin's could be read as "I heart Davy Jones." She whispered to herself, "Oh Davy Jones, don't ye be knowin' how I lust ye? Just gift me a sign 'n I'll be yours fer all eternity." 'An as though Davy Jones had indeed heard her, Wilwa Scab shifted her candlelight to spot baskin' in th' small flame's glow, a small chest wit' a dagger restin' on top. "Well, I suppose that's gunna do," said th' cook. Grabbin' th' chest 'n dagger, she eagerly ran up to th' top 'o th' deck. Above deck, th' air smelled 'o salt 'n dark clouds threatened that a rainstorm was on its way. Standin' at th' railin', Wilwa Scab closed her eyes 'n smiled. "I can almost spy wit' me eye ye now, Davy Jones," she gushed. Without further thought, she plunged th' dagger into her chest 'n wit' it, she dug out her own heart. She then carefully placed her heart inside th' chest, shut it tight, then threw it into th' sea. Wilwa Scab watched th' chest disappear wit' a giddy smile on her face. Her smile soon turned to worry as she realised she was still on deck. "Oh begad," she moaned. "Bein' a ghost be just plain rotten. How be th' infamous tale 'bout th' affair 'o Wilwa Scab 'n Davy Jones ever to be told if I be to forever walkin' upon 'tis cursed ship?" Th' disappointed Wilwa sat below upon th' deck 'n waited fer her lover to snatch her away. Unfortunately fer th' cook, it was a wait that could take a very long time. Th' next mornin', th' crew woke to find th' body 'o Wilwa Scab. She told them her desperate tale, 'n it was apparent that she was her own victim, not th' aggressors'. Yet no other body could be found in sight. "What happened?" wondered Lommy th' Infected. "Be all th' aggressors dead?" "Nah," Boromir th' Malformed replied. "If that were so, we wouldn't still be in 'tis mess. Seems that not only be these swabs filthy mutineers, but they be lazy too." "Lucky fer us," noted Ham-Hands Izzy. The Living: -Legless Sally Dawkins ~ Carpenter -Puffy Shirt Rikae ~ Cabin Boy -Pirate Lommy the Infected ~ Quartermaster -Gangrenous Inziladun Jones ~ Pilot -Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner -Shark Tooth Shasta ~ First mate -Snifflin’ Mac Sparrow ~ Cooper -Almost-Blind Nerwen ~ Navigator/Sea Artist -Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe) -Cowerin' Gwath Slasher ~ Powder Monkey -Pirate Nogrod the Fashionably Late ~ Gunner -Ham-Hands Izzy ~ Striker -Short Ruth Mithril ~ Cook -Stinkin' Eön Bloodbeard ~ Powder Monkey The Ghosted: -Black Death Brinn ~ Captain ~ shish kabobed (mod) -Slippery McCabbie Dagger ~ Boatswain ~ danced the hempen jig -Lil' Green the Staggering Drunk ~ Powder Monkey ~ drank up all the rum -Dancin' Mira Blythe ~ Striker ~ danced her way off the deck -Whinin’ Eomer Bonny ~ Musician (Pur-loined Violin) ~ his pur-loined violin pur-loined him (or rather, his life) -High-Pitched Annu ~ Surgeon ~ halved by her own saw -Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook ~ gave her heart to Davy Jones Day 4 has begun. Start talkin'.