Aaaaaaarrr! Pirates! IC (PangusMan & Alvynear)
“Dandy!” A shrill female voice cried throughout the Melee Island docks, coming from the throat of a bodacious redhead leaning from the crow’s nest of a massive ship that had just slipped into the bay’s sparkling teal waters. “Do we have a safe berth ready? I haven’t been off this tub in almost three weeks, and I think I’m starting to grow gills!” The woman grinned down, stuffing her captain’s hat back on her head—trimmed with gold and double-cornered, it was a lovely hat, made out of the same red velvet as the long brass-buttoned coat she wore over her shoulders. Captain Sonja Darling winked down at her crewman and slid out of the crow’s nest, sleek as a cat, and dropped onto the deck. Her boots clacked loudly as she landed.
Vengeance of Dawn sailed forth into the semicircular bay; men along the docks specifically employed to help boats land threw lines aboard the ship. The Dawn’s crew began tying off the various ropes and cables to fasten the vessel. The current wasn’t strong, but it could pull the ship out of the berth. It was easiest to make it fast and board via ramp rather than chase the thing down in a rowboat.
Sonja supervised the work with her first mate, a massive man with a dark beard. He was ‘Dandy’, and he spoke to no one but Sonja. There was a rumor among the crew that he didn’t actually speak, but had had his tongue cut out while serving on another vessel.
((Crappy first post is crappy T^T))
Guybrush Threepwood looked out over the calm waters in the bay of Melee Island, sitting down on the dock with his feet hanging over the water, lost in his own imagination. As he looked out at the sea, he imagined himself sailing on a grand ship, built just for him, in search of a legendary treasure on an uncharted island, of being known the world over as the great Guybrush Threepwood.
But, with a heavy sigh, he realized that this dream was not going to just happen. He needed to go out and try to find a way to become a pirate. He needed a plan, something that he could find to allow him to achieve his dream. If only there was something or someone that could help him.
That's when he saw it. The Vengeance of Dawn, and at the helm, none other than Captain Sonja Darling. Guybrush stared, mouth agape as he saw her slide down the mast onto the deck of the ship. She was the real deal, a bonafide pirate.
And then he had an idea. Maybe, just maybe, he could try to get her attention. If he had something that was interesting enough for her, something that could get her to take him along on a crazy adventure. A smile slowly grew on his face. He had just the thing.
Guybrush stood up and started to run over to the ship, a plan forming in his head as he went. When he reached the part of the dock where the Vengeance had landed at, he took a deep breath and raised his hands, waving quickly to try and get the crew's attention.
"Hey! Captain Darling! Down here!" he cried loudly, praying that they wouldn't just kill him on the spot, as pirates were wont to do. God, I hope this works... he thought, also hoping that with this plan he could achieve his lifelong dream at last. Now there was only one way to find out.
Captain Sonja Darling heard the yelling just as she finished knotting off a particularly troublesome rope to the starboard-side railing. She wrinkled her brow, briefly confused, and looked around. Dandy appeared at her elbow. "There's a kid on the docks, raising a row. He's the one making all the noise." Dandy thumbed his nose and straightened, folding his hands behind his back. For a pirate, he retained a set of well-bred mannerisms that continued to confuse Sonja, over ten years after meeting him. She sighed and tossed a grin over her shoulder.
"Well enough, let's see what he wants. If it's a date, we can just throw him to the sharks. I'm sure they're hungry enough to teach him a lesson, hmm?" She tipped her hat to Dandy, stepped around him, and strode across the Dawn's wide deck toward the dockside so she could take a look at the rabble-rouser. The coat she wore slung over her shoulders floated out behind her like a crimson cloak, and she knew with her long, loose red hair she made a fine sight. It was something she counted on, when she made scores; Sonja was nothing if not recognizable. She reached the opposite railing, and, leaning over, took a look at the boy who was waving madly up at her.
'Boy' was right-- he looked too young to be out of his mother's skirts, let alone wandering around Melee Island. He was going to get his throat cut, or he was going to get pushed off the docks, or else meet some other gruesome fate. His face was too honest-looking for him to be anyone's cabin boy, and the way he was acting he was definitely new. There was no way he was one of the Islanders's kids; they were a furtive lot with thievery in their blood and it was rare you caught sight of one, let alone standing in the open in broad daylight.
He was a rube, and he was going to die a stupid death if he didn't pull his head out his arse and stop hollering.
Sonja sighed to herself, swung over the railing, and jumped the twenty feet to the dock. She was used to long falls, so she was able to land without hurting herself (which would have made her look eminently stupid). When she straightened, she threw her shoulders back and propped a fist on her hip. "You had better have a bloody good excuse for bothering me, or you're going in the bay to make friends with the sharks."
Guybrush swallowed nervously as he saw Sonja jump from the ship and land with seeming ease right in front of him. She was an imposing figure, as beautiful as she was, and Guybrush knew he had to act like he was tough, a pirate worthy of speaking to one of the most feared pirates sailing the seven seas.
"H-Hi..." was the only word he could manage. His heart was beating too rapidly for him to focus. It was a daunting sight to be in front of this woman known for being a bloodthirsty pirate the world over. Clearing his throat, Guybrush began again, hoping that this time he could be appear a little less stupid.
"Uh, sorry for calling you down here like that, but I, uh, I... Big fan, just wanna say that, you're awesome." Yes, he still sounded like an idiot. "But! But, that's not what I wanted to tell you. Listen, I have some really interesting information about a hidden treasure! Nobody knows about it yet, but I know where we can find it! If you take me with you when you set out to sea again, I can help you find it!"
He prayed that she would believe him, because if she didn't, he would really rather avoid getting to know any sharks on any kind of "friendly" basis.
Sonja had to physically restrain herself from laughing. The boy's earnest face and speech were painful to watch and listen to; she schooled her own expression into remote impassivity. As the daughter of the governor of an Island she had become very good at being the cold beauty, and the look served her just as well now as it did then. As the wind caught her hair and blew it over her shoulder, Sonja met the boy's eyes and folded her arms across her chest, very careful to place them just under her assets (another tried-and-true method of manipulation). She knew the boy would look, and, when he did, she could chuck him in the bay without a second thought for being a pervert. She'd done the same thing to Dandy when he'd still been captain of the Dawn, but then she had challenged him to the duel that won her the ship and the crew. The memory brought an involuntary smile to her face, and before she knew it she was laughing because she couldn't hold it in anymore. "Treasure? Puh-lease! What treasure could you possibly know of that I would be interested in? Remember who you're talking to." She shook her head, still chuckling. When she'd gotten herself more under control, she looked the boy over. The only possible reason she could think of that he could have for accosting her was a desire to join her crew, and she had no place for him. She wrinkled her nose-- for some reason, she didn't like the idea of leaving him behind, though.
As much as Sonja didn't like bringing new people aboard the Dawn, she found the kid's earnest honesty amusing, and if bringing him aboard turned out to be a bad decision she was sure she was a fine enough swordswoman to take care of him. If she didn't feel like cleaning blood off her sword, she could always tell Dandy to throw him off the deck. "Alright, alright. Say I do believe you. Or say I don't. You want on my ship, right? Tell you what: I'll make you my cabin boy. If you annoy me, I can always go the traditional route and make you walk the plank."
Guybrush felt elated, and his eyes glowed brightly after hearing her speak those words. Sure, he was only going to be a cabin boy, but that would change soon enough. What mattered was that he would be a pirate! A real pirate, sailing the seas, looking for treasure and everything!
"Alright! You won't regret this, Captain Darling! I promise! And you can believe me about the treasure. I know just where to find it. All I'm asking is that you trust me, and the treasure can be all yours!" he said, feeling his heart swell in his chest.
He'd done it! He'd gotten the ear of the great Sonja Darling! And now, he was going to be her cabin boy! The thought was electrifying. When he looked up into those fiery eyes, he knew she was going to be his ticket to becoming the greatest pirate who ever lived! But, when his gaze slowly dropped down slightly to the rest of her body, he restrained himself, snapping his head away to look at the great ship docked next to them. He could feel his face heat up and hoped she hadn't noticed him trying to look at her like that, because she might actually kill him if she did.
When he'd calmed down a bit, he looked back at the woman with an ecstatic grin. "So, Captain, what's the plan? I guess you guys are gonna go spend all your booty now, right? Can I come with you? I've always wanted to see a real pirate treasure chest! And also, I've always wanted to try drinking grog like I see all those other pirates doing in the tavern. They won't really let me in there, but they would if I was part of your crew!"
Sonja rolled her eyes and let the boy have his moment of joy. She was actually worried he might hug her; he was happier than she could ever remember seeing anyone. She sincerely hoped he would be a decent cabin boy, just for his own sake, because he was too nice a kid to survive without somebody looking after him. Wondering if she'd just accidentally taken a charity case, Sonja started walking up the dock towards the taverns on the wharf. She knew the boy would follow, and she could still hear him, so she assumed he was. As for the treasure, she was sure it was probably just some family baubles or maybe a military cache that he had heard about somewhere, nothing to write home about. The fact that he was still talking about it told her it existed, but whatever it was it was probably small, considering the messenger.
The taverns were packed, because Melee Island was a privateer's paradise, and you couldn't walk five feet without seeing three one-eyed men with tropical birds on their shoulders. Sonja had considered getting a parrot at one point, but she figured all she would teach it to do was swear and there's nothing threatening about a cussing parrot. "No grog for you, cabin boy. You couldn't handle the most-watered-down wine, so there's no way I'm letting you anywhere near the hard stuff, got it?"
The tavern she chose was called the Mermaid's Purse, and it was on the end of the row. It had been painted teal about a hundred years ago and the floors were so covered in dried blood it was difficult to tell what color they had been originally, and it smelled like Satan's armpit, but the booze was hard and there weren't as many wenches wandering around to bother Sonja. She hated the wench-heavy taverns because the wenches tended to figure that because she was a pirate captain she batted for the other team, and she wasn't interested in a lapful of some other woman's backside. Her boys were welcome to go wherever they wanted, but in general they kept close to her. Very few of them slept off the ship on nights in-port, which Sonja was proud of. She didn't have time for crewmen who chased skirts. Not on her crew, where half of them WERE skirts.
"Aww, come on, no grog?" Guybrush sighed, following Sonja into the tavern dejectedly. She obviously had no faith in him whatsoever. Granted, he'd never actually tried the stuff, but still. He'd have to prove himself to her somehow.
Walking over to the bar, he cleared his throat and addressed the bartender.
"Ahem, uh, excuse me?" he began, trying to affect a deeper, more manly voice. The man paid no attention to him, as he was busy with other orders. Clearing his throat again, he spoke a little louder this time. "Hey! Barkeep! Over here."
The bartender turned over to him lazily, and with a heavy sigh, walked over very slowly. "Yeah, yeah, whaddyou want, rugrat?"
"What do you have that's non-alcoholic here? Captain won't let me drink," he explained, to the raucous laughter of the other patrons. The bartender managed a small smile. "Well, we got Diet Grog (TM). Tastes just like the real stuff, same gross aftertaste, but no alcohol in it." Guybrush smiled. "Oh, ok! Yeah, I'll take one of those."
The bartender handed him a disgusting looking glass filled with the brown liquid and Guybrush took it gladly. Taking a big swig of it, he immediately regretted drinking so much of it at once, and nearly gagged it all up on the spot. However, he held it together and walked back towards Captain Darling.
"Man, this is great. I'm finally a pirate now! By the way, I never told you my name. I'm Guybrush Threepwood, soon to be Mighty Pirate!" he said proudly. "So, where did you guys just come from? Did you get any cool treasure? Fight some Naval blockades or something?"
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Sonja plopped down at her favorite table, shooing the current occupants away. They immediately scattered, and she used another of the vacated chairs to prop up her feet. The tavern boy, a sixteen-year-old Islander with a perpetual scowl and two black eyes meandered over. "What're you drinking, Cap?" He stood beside her, careful not to crowd her, and waited while Sonja thought. Finally she ordered some of the house wine, which was just slightly better than watered-down monkey urine, and leaned back in her chair to watch the new cabin boy try to drink. The bartender gave him a flagon and Sonja prepared for a show.
The Diet Grog was nasty stuff, since it was as disgusting as grog without the alcohol to make drinking it worthwhile. Sonja had never been sure who invented it, but she had decided when she was still new at the piracy game that if she ever met them she would drown them in their own concoction. The cabin boy took a long swig, and Sonja was certain she saw his internal organs twitch with fear. His liver had probably just folded in on itself. The cabin boy started to cough, and Sonja watched, silently betting herself that he would yak all over the floor. When he didn't, she wasn't certain whether to be proud or disappointed. She crossed her legs and waited for him to come over. He was halfway across the bar when he started talking, and when Sonja heard his name she almost choked on her wine. What hare-brained numb-skulled sack of pus named their child Guybrush Threepwood on purpose? She managed to suppress her gag reflex, and she tipped back the rest of her wine. "We came from Baraban Town, in the Soares Archipelago. And we always fight blockades." She sighed and waved for more wine. "As for booty, we've got a few trunks of jewels, nothing too pricey. I was hoping for some gold coins, maybe a crown or two, but no dice."
Guybrush grinned, putting his drink down. He really didn't want to drink any more of that if he didn't have too. "That sounds awesome! So, uh, I guess we'll be fighting our way through a lot of blockades ourselves, then, huh? You know, I've been working on my sword fighting myself, and not to brag, I think I'm getting pretty good at it. I only dropped my sword twice last time I got mugged!" After a few seconds, he realized that wasn't at all impressive, so he added, "Well, I mean, it's better than the first time. I, uh... I didn't know which way to hold it at first. But I was just a kid back then, so you don't have to worry about that anymore."
He sighed, knowing he was embarrassing himself, so he drank some more of the disgusting liquid to distract himself from the conversation. And as he drank, he took a moment to think about what he was going to do about this whole "treasure" situation. He'd been pretty believable back there since she hadn't already killed him, so now he was in trouble. He had lied about the whole thing. Now he was stuck with an obligation to lead them to some amazing treasure, and here he was, with no treasure to speak of and no idea where to find one. He was in serious trouble if he couldn't produce anything.
Maybe it's time to see her again, Guybrush thought. That lady always made him uncomfortable, but he didn't have many options left. Before Captain Darling and her crew set sail, he would have to go and find that woman and see if he could find a way out of this jam.
In the meantime, though, he wanted to try and make some kind of good impression before they set off. Guybrush cleared his throat and spoke up again. "So, uh, Captain, tell me about yourself. How did you get to be one of the most infamous pirates in the Carribean? That must be a cool story."