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Post by Cap'n Worley on Sept 17, 2005 21:43:24 GMT -5
Now its been said that the ears of the sea reside in the local tavern. To this truth, "The Rusty Anchor" was no exception. Wither your looking for the finest of pilfered goods or news on the latest happenings in or out of port, the patrons of the Anchor have what you need.
On this particular day the port would be visited by several new faces, for on this day the quenched crew of The Short Plank came ashore.
“Barkeep a round o' yer finest English port fer me an' me men”, Commanded Worley, “an' keep them comin' this be a celebration!”
"Right away sir!” exclaimed the barkeep
“Drink up lads”, Worley said as he lifted his pint
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redgoatee
Powder Monkey
Prepare to be boarded!!!
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Post by redgoatee on Oct 12, 2005 23:40:55 GMT -5
I`ll be havin' one o' them thar grogs. 't be a long journey here an' th' weather be a bit rough.
*guzzles down his grog**
I be here t' brin' a welcome from th' Fraternity o' Independent Sea Tyrants or th' FIST as we be known. Ye ought know that as swabbie scallywags our port always be open t' ye fer refittin' or jus' plain fun. I hope I find th' same here. We be a hunted lot an' stickin' close may better serve us at times than functionin' independently. We may find our selves on th' same side in a port sackin' an' 't jus' wouldna be as much fun if`n we had nay met ya in advance. So here`s t' plunder an' pillagin an' rapin an dead Englishmen!!!
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Post by Cap'n Worley on Oct 13, 2005 10:55:19 GMT -5
(Richard motions to the barkeep to refill Redgoatees tankard.) This har port be open to any and all that be findin’ themselves in a bad way wit th local authorities. Thar be only one rule and that be to keep yer men in check Cap’n. I nay want a foul wind to pass me ears that any o’ yers or mine be having words. Lets keep th’ killin and th rapin to those that needs it and as we ar all brothers as it were, thar should a be no problems at all. Now that th formalities are done away wit and yer tankard be full, let us commence to the drinkin.
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Post by captnlongstreet on Oct 15, 2005 14:45:38 GMT -5
crawlin' in the door...comes me...arrrgh..bar keep give me a drink....oh me head. aaaahhh Bar keep replys..if u want a drink..u need to be on yar feet or sitting some place. With the help of Capt'n Whorley Longstreet manages to get into a chair... what help... he was using me too to get into a chair. arrgh Well we made it at last. Capt'n... what are u wearing on yar head.. whos drawers might those be. they are not mine....no color in them hehehe
here mate ..here is yar hat...throw those bloomers at the bar keep an get us a drink.
oh by the way Capt'n Whorley here be yar map wit all the 'X's on it. You must have been really drunk to have buried your treasure in so many places. hahahahaha here are some other things I tok from yar pocket...plastic tax token, a whoopie cushion, some chew'd gum, a bra, looks like a DD size too, and some capt'n hook trading cards, and a folded up paper pirate hat. Where is yar wooden sword? hehehe
arrrgh gothcha Capt'n....
Captain Longstreet of the Black Swan
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Post by Cap'n Worley on Oct 15, 2005 16:09:03 GMT -5
*Richard remove the under garment from his head* Ye told me twas a bandany ye parrot brained.. ahh nevermind.
Best ye nay get me started about me hat, ye know well ye lost me hat when ye decided to latch on to me as ye fell overboard.
Ye want a drink now do ye? Well by all means allow me to fetch that right up fer ye.
*Worley walks behind the bar and starts to pour a pint of ale*
This be to yer liking? Ye know this be far too little ta drink fer the likes o' ye. Ye a man that needs a...... a man sized drinking recepticle. Now that be th ticket.
*Worley returns to the table with a rather large bucket filled to the top with english ale.*
There lad drink ye fill.. Oh wait a moment... let it settle first, ye nay want a face full o foam. Thats right sit back an let it breath a bit. *Worley lifts the bucket and proceeds to bump the content on Longstreets head*
How ye like that, ye nay be makin light o me and commanding me ta do yer biddin in my own tavern.
Ye still owes me a hat!
*Worley laughs himself off his chair at the sight of a ale soaked Longstreet with a crown of foam atop his head*
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Post by captnlongstreet on Oct 17, 2005 1:00:58 GMT -5
arrrgh..a hat u need.. I will find one fer ya captum. why im a mess soaked with ale. any other time I'd lash ya to a pole in the harbor at low tide....and let the crabs at ya.
I feel right at home here in this Tavern. I think I will go up them stairs an find a bed..and sleep off this headache I got.
Longstreet
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Post by radicrahl on Nov 14, 2005 21:24:11 GMT -5
A shadowy figure glides through the entrance of the Tavern. Everyone looks up to see a tall cloaked man standing in the doorway. All noises ceased as he lowered his hood to reveal a pale, well groomed face outlined by long black hair and an oiled goatee. Aristocracy eminated from this mysterious figure as he serveyed the patrons of the Tavern. A burly man near the door stood and tottered toward the newcommer.
"Ye found a wrong turn, us humbled commoners dont serve your kind here... less it be on a platter, you Nobel pig!" Slurred the man as he grabbed for his cutlass.
Without a glance, the new commers rapier appeared from under the his cloak striking as quick as a Viper into the drunken mans pants. The drunkards eyes buldged as he fell to the floor grabing his crotch in a stream of curses. The nobel watched, as the man squirmed and swore, with apathy. In a heartbeat the stranger struck the man on the floor in the neck with the heel of his boot, crushing the drunks windpipe. Curses soon turned to gasps and gurggles as the drunk slowly died.
Rapier still in hand the Nobel glared around the Tavern for another challenge, seeing none he sheathed his sword and walked to the barkeep.
"He was a good customer." sneered the barkeep. The stranger stared levely at the barkeep. "I'm a better one." said the stranger in a soft musical voice. He threw a bag of coins on the bar. The barkeeps frown instantly turned to a smile as he snatched the purse from the counter top. "Welcome to my establishment, Mr.. eh.." "Rahl, Radic Rahl." Radic turns his head locking eyes with William Thorne, seated amongst a group of people, near the back of the Tavern. "Well then Radic, what can I get you?" asks the Barkeep Radic replied flatly,"Pint of Ale." With out waiting for a reply Radic turns and walks up to Throne and toss' a crumpled piece of paper in the middle of Throne's table, and then walks to the darkest corner of the Tavern, his boots clicking on the stone floor. Radic takes a seat, gracefully, with his back against the wall. The candle lights' flicker casts shadows across Radic's pale face. The flames reflect in his dark eyes giving him a demonic look as he waits for his answer. Commotion slowly begins again but everyone kept darting glances to the shadow in the corner.
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Post by Capt. William Thorne on Nov 16, 2005 7:27:19 GMT -5
Thorne watches as Rahl seats himself across the room while the barkeeps daughters drag the dead body out back and go through his pockets.
Then he focuses back on his rum.
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Post by Cap'n Johnathon Farseer on Nov 23, 2005 17:46:01 GMT -5
When the barkeep's daughter returned several minutes later, she was not alone. Few noticed the stranger enter from the back entrance. He was dressed in black and grey, and wore a big hat upon his head. With his hand on the small of the lady's back, he escorted her to one of the tables nearer to the far east wall of the tavern. He had a very suave way of stepping, and as he did, the shadow he walked in appeared to follow him. They sat and spoke for several minutes, and then he gave her a slight grin, and allowed her to be on her way.
The barkeep had been watching throughout the entire conversation. He grabbed a tray with several mugs on it, and walked over to the mysterious stranger.
"Y'ea drinking then?"asked the Barkeep.
With his right hand, the Stranger grasped the top of his hat, lifted it off his head, and placed it on the table in front of him. This gave the Tavern owner an opportunity to see his face for the first time. He was much younger than he had first suspected. The stranger looked no older than 20 years of age. He had very sharp features, and fairly short Copper colored hair. His most distinguishable feature was his eyes. They were darker than any others the keeper had ever seen. So dark, in fact, he found himself awkwardly staring the stranger down. He didn't look away until the stranger finally spoke.
"Depends, got' any water?"
"Water? HA Ha." Replied the Barkeep. "If you be wanting water, you can go jump off the docks. In 'ere, we be serving GROG. Trust me, you'll live longer if you drink this stuff."
The barkeep grabbed a mug from the tray he had been carrying, and placed it in front of the stranger. The stranger looked down towards the Grog, and then back up towards the Keeper. He gave the barkeep some coin, and then motioned for him to come closer, as so no one could hear them. They both whispered for several seconds, and then the Barkeep notioned over towards the Captain on the other side of the tavern.
"Yes....yea...well, then you're looking to talk to Captain Wo..." The barkeep spoke loud enough for the customer beside them to hear. "Sure thing Mr. Farseer. "
The barkeep left Mr. Farseer, and went off to serve the others who came into his bar that night. Mr. Farseer turned his chair to face the other direction, and then looked at his Grog once again. He picked it up, and drank from it slowly. He made a disgruntled look, and placed the Mug back onto the table. With one finger, he then pushed it to the other side of the table, and as far as his arm could extend.
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Post by Capt. Lief Celest on Nov 27, 2005 5:35:07 GMT -5
A tall young man enters the tavern, dressed in traditional wear with a rapier and pistol hanging from his belt, he eyed over the current occupants with a trained eye, linguring over the noble man sitting the the corner before taking measured steps to the bar. The barkeep glanced up, taking in the bright blond hair and incredibly bright blue eyes, his eyes spoke of experience and power his appearence did not and the barkeep decided not to question it, "What can I get'cha son?", The man looked around, again at the nobleman in the corner before answering "Ale, and the good stuff"
He accepted his glass and turned, confidently striding over to where a lone man sat dressed in blacks and greys, he flashed the man a grin before throwing himself down across from him, smoothly swooping up the ale sitting there in his other hand. "You would be Captain Farseer would you not?", the man already seemed to know the answer since he continued on, placing his ale down and extending his hand "Lief Celest, Captain of the Independence, I've heard of you Farseer, as no doubt you have heard of me" he flashed another grin at the other captain, who at this point was just staring at him.
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Post by Cap'n Johnathon Farseer on Nov 28, 2005 12:45:43 GMT -5
Captain Johnathon Farseer did nothing save stare at the stranger. Lief Celest mimicked this gesture, waiting for a reply. Then, in a single simultaneous movemnt, Captain Farseer placed both his hands on the table, one overlapping the other.
"I suppose i could be Captain Johnny Farseer. Then again, I'm sure he could be that stranger in the corner." Spoke the Captain, pointing towards a drunkard. "But, if i was to be what you claim i am, in fact, i would not be but a claim towards a name...and that is seemingly meaningless. Of course, you could be--"
"Why is you were never able to give me a simple answer Johnny?" Interupted Lief.
A sly grin came across Captain Farseer's face. Seconds later, both Captains erupted in laughter. Johnny gave him a strong nudge to his shoulder, and then motioned for the Barkeep. When the Barkeep was close, Johnny spoke.
"Another glass of Ale for me friend here...ha ha" "Will you be having more drink Mr. Farseer?" Asked the Barkeep.
Captain Farseer looked down towards the Grog he had left on the table. "Uhh. No..that's all right..i'm all set." Johnny grinned as the Barkeep walked away.
"You never were much for the drink eh Johnny?" Asked Captain Celeste jokingly. "Ah, don't even get me started on that friend. How goes the sea faring life for you? Your a Captain I hear. I have heard a few things, about you and the Independence---"
From across the room, Johnny noticed Captain Worley get up from his table, and he suddenly stopped in his speech.
"What is it?" Asked Captain Celeste.
Captain Worley straightened his apparel, and sat back down.
"Nothing" Replied Captain Farseer quite seriously. Then he was back to his original mood. "So, tell me of the Independence..."
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Post by Capt. Lief Celest on Nov 28, 2005 21:31:04 GMT -5
Lief leaned over and spke in whispered tones "I be here for a meeting of the new fabled "Black Fleet" Johnny, I was contacted just over a month ago and was offered the position of corsair, naturally I accepted and find meself 'ere after a few weeks hard sailing, Pirating alone just ain't profitable anymore, not with them french 74's all over the carribean, almost makes you wish they'd hurry up and break their peace treaties again so we can get some corsair work done"
The captain grinned slyly, "did I not see you enter with the barkeeps daughter just now?, ye always were a killer farseer and looks like that hasn't changed anything". He paused and glanced at where Captain Worley sat "You seem mighty intrested in that there captain, Johnny....what brought you 'ere to this fine establishment"
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Post by Cap'n Johnathon Farseer on Nov 28, 2005 23:39:17 GMT -5
"Yeah. I...uhh like his hat." Answered Johnny rather quickly. "Nice hat."
Lief shot him a curious look. He then looked back towards Captain Worley, and then towards Farseer once again. He said nothing, and only continued to drink his ale. Moments passed before either said anything.
"Allright." said Captain Farseer. He reached into his side pocket and took out a coin purse. He then placed the purse on the table. Lief reached over, took the purse in his hand, and looked inside. His eyes lit up at what he saw.
"That's a lot of coin."
"Apparantly, Worley has some enemies... savvy?" The Captain reached down, and from underneith his coat pulled out a brace of pistols. He placed them both on the table.
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Post by Cap'n Johnathon Farseer on Jun 2, 2006 7:49:44 GMT -5
Johnathon Farseer then got up from his chair very slowly, so as not to be noticed by the other bar patrons. He then realized that, after eight months of waiting, his mark had probably left the tavern.
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Post by Capt. Miguel Ramos on Aug 4, 2006 21:45:58 GMT -5
After the dust was settled A smelly Brown Skinned Bearded fellow came out of the Taverns Basement The Man looked around in awe of how long he was down there. He then looked at the Bartender
"Aye' What in Davey Jones am I Doing here?"
The Bartender gave the man a look of Frustration
"You Came in here barging in took most of my hard rum played with the women here and passed out on the floor, I was feeling considerate so I threw you into the basement and sought to it that you payed the coins you owe me in damage and rum!!"
The man gave a blank look
"what?"
The bartender took a deep breath
"You best get back down there, The Spanish are looking for you"
"wheres my ship??"
"By the docks, what are you doing here anyway?"
"Well theres a man by the name of worely do you know him?"
"Yes he's ova there"
The Man gave a sharp look
"Its time for Captian Ramos To Earn His Pay"
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