WWLXII: Dead Men Do Tell Tales

[Rikae]

Originally Posted by Gwathagor

Because...the remark was anti-Rikae?

Because the remark was helpful only to aggressors?

[Gwathagor]

Originally Posted by Rikae

Because the remark was helpful only to aggressors?

Well, now I'm mad enough to swear. I'm more than a little offended that you honestly think I'm that stupid and that you honestly think you're that brilliant. Done talking to you now.

[Gwathagor]

++Annu

[Brinniel]

Belay that talk! Deadline. I should probably check my tally since it was close, but I believe it is Annu who is dead.

[Rikae]

Originally Posted by Gwathagor

Well, now I'm mad enough to swear. I'm more than a little offended that you honestly think I'm that stupid and that you honestly think you're that brilliant. Done talking to you now.

What the @#@%@#$ are you talking about?

EDIT: "and that you honestly think you're that brilliant"
That is unforgivable. Apparently you're not just offended because I supposedly think you're stupid, but because I have a higher opinion of myself than you consider appropriate. Outrageous.

I'm seriously considering dropping out of the game now. I don't need to put up with this crap.

[Brinniel]

It was a steamin' day 'n th' tension on th' Grey Gaurhoth was almost as stiflin' as th' heat. Th' crew was droppin' like flies, 'n yet they remained as clueless as ever as to who their mutineers could be. They argued 'n discussed, 'n fin'ers went in all directions.
When accusations were flung at Puffy Shirt Rikae, she retorted, "Well if ye lynch me, then that Legless Sally Dawkins dies too." Her claim as avenger had various responses; some found themselves willin' to believe her, while others remained a wee bit more paranoid. "Why reveal now?" asked Inziladun Jones. "Ye weren't 'bout to walk th' plank just yet."

But in th' end, it was decided that High-Pitched Annu was bein' far too sneaky fer her own jolly. Surely she was up to no good, 'n to be rid 'o her would be fer th' better 'o th' crew.
"Have ye any final words?" Shark Tooth Shasta asked th' surgeon.
But Annu, tired from th' day's events, was too busy takin' a caulk to notice her own fate. Poop Deck Kath gave her a harrrd nudge, but she only rolled over 'n continued to snore.
Shruggin', Cowerin' Gwath said, "Well, who said she had to be awake fer her own execution?"

So Almost-Blind Nerwen picked up High-Pitched Annu's saw 'n began sawin' her right down th' middle. Meanwhile, th' surgeon continued to snore away. Halfway through, she began to giggle 'n she muttered, "Arrr, that tickles," then resumed snorin'. When Nerwen finished, High-Pitched Annu had be split in a pair. Immediately, her bottom half jumped to its feet 'n ran around in confused circle in a similar manner to a headless chicken. After 'bout a jolly five minutes, th' dizzy legs wobbled, then toppled overboard wit' a loud plop.

When High-Pitched Annu finally awoke, dusk had already settled in. Her long nap had left her feelin' rejuvenated, yet she could not help but feel 'tis odd ting'lin' sensation below her...
"Avast, thar, whar did me legs be off?" she cried aloud.
Lookin' around, she observed th' pool 'o blood she was lyin' on 'n th' pair 'o very familiar footprints that circled her several times over, then led straight off th' edge 'o th' deck.
Th' surgeon sighed. "Well, they may have gotten me bottom half, but at least me better half remains onboard. Hands be all a surgeon needs 'n so long as I got them, I be jolly."
'An since she had no legs to take her to her bunk, High-Pitched Annu closed her eyes 'n went back to sleep on th' deck.


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
-Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook
-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


Night 4 has begun. Gifteds and aggressors, do whatever you need to do.

[Brinniel]

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'.

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Iiiiinterestin'. So there was no kill because of inactivity?

[Inziladun]

Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

Iiiiinterestin'. So there was no kill because of inactivity?

Strange, indeed. I wonder what is going on.

[Inziladun]

First thing toDay is to explain, not defend, my vote for Rikae.
As I said earlier, I thought the timing of the reveal highly suspect. It simply seemed unnecessary at that point. I began asking questions of Rikae which I thought reasonable. I had no intention of voting for her at first, even though many people were not there at that time and a counter claim still seemed at least possible to me. Still, I was willing to wait til the next Day to see what the others would say when given a chance.
Then, I was met with this:

Originally Posted by Rikae

So what's your point? That I'm a wolf? A cobbler? Fine, put your vote where your mouth is, if you don't mind taking the chance Sally dies too (and I can't change my pick until DL, anyway).

Now, I was more than a little tired, and this put my back up. So I voted for her. Then I got rather frustrated, because from what I could tell, everyone else seemed to think nothing unusual of Rikae's behaviour. Finally, I went to bed, sticking with my vote, since it appeared it would make no difference anyway.
It's no more complex than that. Make of it what you will.