WWLXII: Dead Men Do Tell Tales

[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.

[Macalaure]

There is absolutely no reason for me to keep up the act, unless I want to increase the risk of the ranger revealing himself. Also, "Oh, the wolves are trying to set me up" is not any more likely to keep me alive.

[Gwathagor]

Well, I'm back.

[Boromir88]

Well Mac, maybe you and whoever partners you have left thought I was the Ranger for me not buying your claim. Maybe you were right, or maybe I just knew you were full of baloney? You'll have to kill me again to find out.

Hi Gwath...ye have lots of reading to do I'm afraid...

[satansaloser2005]

Originally Posted by Gwathagor

Well, I'm back.

That's what he said.



Wait. What do you mean I'm a phantom, not the phantom?