[Brinniel]

Boromir th' Malformed was up late that nightfall, cleanin' his cannon. He had be neglectin' th' cannon fer days now 'n it was beginnin' to look a wee bit filthy. So he grabbed a rag 'n began to polish it, whistlin' a sea shantey while at it. Unfortunately fer Boromir, bein' up past midnight made him a perfect target.

He did not hear th' mutineers come 'til they were right behind him. 'An even then he was too involved in his work to notice. A mutineer cleared his throat. Startled, th' gunner turned around to discover th' aggressors.
"Aha, so ye must be th' swabs we've be attemptin' to track below fer th' past days," he said to them.
"Aye, we be," they replied.
"'An I suppose I be meant as ye next murder?"
"Yarr," th' aggressors nodded.
Boromir laughed. "Hah, then it be lucky fer me ('n unfortunate fer ye) that I have a cannon sittin' right here next to me. Murder me ye can try, but I gunna blow ye away."
"But th' cannon be not loaded, be it?" commented th' mutineers.
Th' gunner's smile faded. "Well...no..."
"'An 'tis facin' th' opposite direction," they continued. "But no worries; we can help ye out wit' that."
"Uh oh," realised Boromir th' Malformed as th' aggressors grabbed hold 'o him.

Th' followin' mornin', Boromir was nowhere in sight. Shark Tooth Shasta ordered a search fer him 'n each hand went their separate ways to search each nook 'n cranny. Finally it was Short Ruth Mith who spotted him 'n she quickly called fer th' others. Boromir th' Malformed had be shoved into his own cannon. All that could be seen were his feet danglin' from th' end.
"Mmphrrrhhh" spoke th' dead gunner from inside his cannon.

Another nightfall had passed 'n so had another victim. Thar were only seven hands left now. It was gettin' down to th' wire 'n th' band 'o pirates could feel th' pressure. They had to find these mutineers soon, or else it wouldn't be long before they all were ghosts.



The Living:

-Shark Tooth Shasta ~ First mate
-Snifflin’ Mac Sparrow ~ Cooper
-Almost-Blind Nerwen ~ Navigator/Sea Artist
-Cowerin' Gwath Slasher ~ Powder Monkey
-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
-High-Pitched Annu ~ Surgeon ~ halved by her own saw
-Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook ~ gave her heart to Davy Jones
-Legless Sally Dawkins ~ Carpenter ~ was shark bait for a day
-Puffy Shirt Rikae ~ Cabin Boy ~ was never fond of pointy objects
-Pirate Nogrod the Fashionably Late ~ Gunner ~ had an unfriendly encounter with cold steel
-Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe) ~ death by seagull
-Gangrenous Inziladun Jones ~ Pilot ~ was a little too attached to the wheel
-Pirate Lommy the Infected ~ Quartermaster ~ mobbed by her own mob
-Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner ~ cannon fodder


It is now Day 7, so start talking.