WWLXII: Dead Men Do Tell Tales

[Thinlómien]

Nerwen if you're not a cobbler you're gonna regret that.

[Nerwen]

Originally Posted by Thinlómien

Nerwen if you're not a cobbler you're gonna regret that.

Well, I hope not.

Point is, I wasn't liking the look of either of you toDay... and that was no time to start hinting you're the Ranger.

EDIT:X'd with Brinn.

[satansaloser2005]

I know I'm x'ing with the moddess but I've already started the bloody post, so....

Originally Posted by Boromir88

sally...whether you're baddie or not...I absolutely love you as a ghost. I want you to pretend you're a ghost in all future WW's.

Erm....thanks? I think?

Originally Posted by Macalaure

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Hehe. I can see you jumping up and down like a little girl right now.

Originally Posted by Thinlómien

Nerwen if you're not a cobbler you're gonna regret that.

I don't think she will.


G'bye, Miss Lommie. Come play down here with the rest of us ghostlings.

[Brinniel]

It was barely dawn 'n th' crew was still processin' th' death 'o Inziladun Jones. But Lommy th' Infected was ready to get th' day goin' 'n she eagerly grabbed her pitchfork.
"Alright mateys," she said. "Let's end 'tis day early 'n murder that swab Mac Sparrow. He's obviously a mutineer 'n I won't be satisfied 'til I spy wit' me eye him in Davy Jones' treasure chest."
"Why do ye have a pitchfork on a scurvy pirate ship?" asked Eön Bloodbeard. "Seems a wee bit random, don't it?"
"Don't ask questions," th' quartermaster snapped back. "'An don't just stand thar like blubberin' idiots. Be on wit' it 'n lynch th' mutie already!" She gave a fierce roar as she pointed her pitchfork at th' cooper.
Boromir th' Malformed shrugged. "Well, she does have a point. That Mac Sparrow has be actin' awfully weird lately. We probably would be better off without him."
A few others nodded in agreement, 'n grabbin' their makeshift torches, they surrounded Mac Sparrow.
"Let's lynch him now!" yelled Lommy th' Infected.
"Arrrrr!!!" replied her followers.

Th' frightened Mac backed away from th' mob, 'til he found himself trapped in a corner.
"Avast thar," he cried in desperation. "ye can't murder me, I be th' one who's be protectin' ye all 'tis time."
"Don't listen to him," Lommy retorted. "That be bilge he speaks. He's just lyin' to save his sorry self. Now let's be done wit' it 'n murder him!"
"But what if he really be th' protector?" said Ham-Hands Izzy, lowerin' her torch in hesitation.
"'O course he's not," replied th' quartermaster. "Now what all ye be waitin' fer? Lynch him!"
"Don't ye see?" Mac Sparrow told th' crew. "She wants me dead because she knows that once th' deed be done, she 'n her mutie buckos gunna have killed enough to control th' Grey Gaurhoth."
"Ye're right, Sparrow," replied Shark Tooth Shasta. "Lommy be much too bloodthirsty to be an innocent. She wants to lynch Mac Sparrow, but I say we lynch her!"
"Arrrr!!!" agreed several others. They picked their torches back up 'n turned around towards Lommy th' Infected.
"Oh c'mon, ye scallywags aren't really goin' to believe Mac, be ye?" Th' quartermaster was becomin' frantic. "Don't murder me, murder him!"
But th' corsairs did not back down.

Realisin' her fate, Lommy dropped her pitchfork 'n took off runnin' in th' opposite direction.
Mac Sparrow picked up th' pitchfork. "Get her!!!" he shouted, 'n th' crew started after her.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Lommy screamed.
"Arrrrrgh!!!!" yelled th' mob.

After a few laps around th' ship, they finally caught up to her. Mac Sparrow knocked Lommy over 'n proceeded to stab her wit' th' pitchfork. Shark Tooth Shasta, Ham-Hands Izzy, 'n Almost-Blind Nerwen joined in on th' fun usin' forks from th' galley (since thar were no more random pitchforks lyin' around). They continued to stab 'til Lommy stopped twitchin'. Th' poxy quartermaster was no more.

"Oh, ye gunna so regret 'tis in th' mornin'," th' ghost muttered.



The Living:

-Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner
-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


Night 7 has begun. Aggressors attack and gifteds make your choices.

[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.

[Boromir88]

Oh phooey...now are ye all going to finally lynch Mac?

Full props to you though sir if you wiggle out of this one.

[Isabellkya]

Hahaha.
Didn't I tell you that Nerwen would switch her vote?

[Macalaure]

Not sure whether I'll wiggle myself out of it, but that wasn't the point anyway. I got you a dead Lommy-mutineer, even if you might not believe me now.

Yes, claiming the ranger was a risky move, but I couldn't watch how the entire ship just blindly followed her. Taking her out was worth the risk of possibly revealing the ranger. Since Boro doesn't seem to claim to be that ranger, I assume that the real ranger is either already dead, or managed to keep his hands clean. I'm relieved! (Well, only if it's the latter.) Be assured, if you would have contested my claim, I would have thrown a whole stack of "You're a cobbler!"'s at you, for your own sake.

Now for some reason the mutineers ended up with the conclusion that I'm not the ranger after all. Did something Boro said make them think he was the real one? Did they think I'm the real one after all and tried to set the ranger up? Beats me. Anyway, I doubt that I can convince many of you that I'm not a mutineer, or a cobbler at best. That's the way it is, and I can live with it (well, except that I'll be dead... you know what I mean). Do what you have to do. If you decide to lynch me, though, please don't spend the entire day doing nothing but that. That would be a horrible waste of time. Look for the real mutineers, or, from your (probable) perspective, the other mutineers, too.

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Okay, so the logical thing for an innocent Mac to do would have been to continue posing as the Ranger and to have said that the mutineers were framing him by not killing him, instead of recanting his confession and claiming that "oh, the mutineers must have figured me out!" Now that he's done that, he's either a mutineer himself, or he's opened the door for the mutineers to search out the real ranger.

I'm honestly confused now.

[Boromir88]

Originally Posted by satansaloser2005

Erm....thanks? I think?

Yes, I meant well by it...just pointing out that your "aside" commentary as a ghost is refreshing, and at that point it didn't matter where your allegiance has been, 'cus humorous ghosts are fine ghosts by my standards.

[satansaloser2005]

Originally Posted by Boromir88

Yes, I meant well by it...just pointing out that your "aside" commentary as a ghost is refreshing, and at that point it didn't matter where your allegiance has been, 'cus humorous ghosts are fine ghosts by my standards.

Ahhhh....thanks then.



Sorry, but I'm bloody exhausted so I won't be back until morning. Well, hopefully morning. I'll be 'humorous' again then.