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1:08 PM - May 01, 2011 #41

[align=center]The crew seconded on “SWALLOW”[/align]


After having chased the damn “Swallow” for a while and swapping broadsides, the privateers of the “Fate’s Hand” had won, taking over the pirate brig. It was a fine prize, which would bring them a lot of money in the Admiralty court, the privateer master’s mate was thinking.

He had been put in charge for sailing the prize to Nassau, and he had been given only fifteen sailors in order to do it. He had argued with Black without any success for more people. Yes, the brig was smaller than the snow, and if it wasn’t for fighting, this number of men could manage with the rigging and with the helm, but nothing more. And even so it was tiresome as hell. This man ought to be a slave driver rather than a first mate, he thought angrily. Since Captain Ashton got ill, the crew had been overworked more and more.

Now he was staying at helm, because the helmsman was too tired to perform properly. Not that he would have really minded doing it, he liked it and he didn’t consider it below him only because he was the master’s mate.

A man from the rigging shouted at him that the snow was signaling them to come back. Of course that the brig had taken advance, it was better rigged and with a better shaped hull. It had been fully understood that they would meet again only in Nassau, but something seemed to have happened onboard that required somebody’s presence… whom? Nobody of importance had been seconded to sail the brig.

The man mumbled something, as, instead of giving commands, he was the one to order and execute them as well. And turning the ship against the wind for Mr. Black’s whim was nothing he liked at all, but he still complied with it.

The distance between the two ships diminished at a snail's pace. Navigating against the wind was the slowest thing possible, and this was exactly the situation the “Swallow” was into.

When the brig got close enough to the snow, the crewmen had the surprise to see the snow’s sails got adjusted, some sails full of drive and some laid aback, so the ship stopped while waiting for the other to catch up. And, for everybody’s dismay, the topgallant yard was a-cock-bill, a position meaning that somebody had died and a burial was upcoming.

What could have happened aboard the „Fate’s Hand”? Everybody looked forward for the two ship to get close one to the other.


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Shirai Masaki
Shirai Masaki

5:40 AM - May 02, 2011 #42

Hissing like a hellcat, Sharky raised the harpoon higher, when Jack approached... thankfully slowly enough not to be skewered on principle.
"No need?"
he echoed spitefully.
"Me is see lot of need..."

The Japanese whaler changed position again, so his back was against the railing, it was visible, that he expected an attack and wanted to give no one the opportunity to get in his back.
"What in the blue hell is go on this damn ship?"
he growled.
"Me think we fight people other ship, no people own ship!!"
The harpoon swirled through the air, pointing to the dead first mate.
"IF he do, he no better shark. And no shark can stomach harpoon. SO now me ask: Who is with him?"

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7:16 PM - May 02, 2011 #43

Some men who had decided, that mutiny wasn't worth it, shied back from the fiendish creature that was hissing and snarling at them. It wasn't worth getting ones soul torn into pieces by whatever devil possessed the exotic topman.
Others shouted and sprang into action, cutlasses drawn, they tried to get to the fiend, only to clash with those, who had taken Sharkies side.
And another faction was still unsure what to do... they didn't exactly miss the actin captain, but had no intention to get pulled into a mutiny...

Therefore, the situation on the "Fates Hand" was bedlam, when the "Swallow" approached and even there, opinions differed...
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Ewen McClellan
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7:29 AM - May 08, 2011 #44

The Swallow drew alongside with a thunderous wash of water. The great, white sails threw long shadows across the deck of the Fate's Hand and Ewen was thrust into darkness. He blinked and looked to the point of the Swallow's mast, where the sun was perched and peeking over. He nearly felt the need to swallow hard at the sight of the ship so close, so remeniscent was it of the recent fighting.

Immediately, communication broke out between the two ships. They all clustered at the railings, and a commanding voice broke out to inform and instruct the other ship's crew. The surprise and incredulity was evident in the tones that arose all at once on the other side of the gap.

Wonder how they'll like us fooling with the acting captain while they're away! he thought with a sort of half excited, half frightened irony.

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6:23 PM - May 14, 2011 #45

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KEVIN PRICE and NEIL DONOVAN[/align]

Neil tried to appease Sharky. There was no need of more bloodshed today.

”Well… you are right, but he did, and he received what he deserved. Now let’s move on with our lives. Who is with him will take his body and prepare him for burial as Kevin had said.”

There were some men who didn’t think as peacefully as the carpenter’s mate, so an armed squirmish still occurred, while the brig finally approached them and the master’s mate came aboard, together with another man.

”Sharky is right, we shouldn’t fight our own crewmates. What’s done is done, why add more corpses to the toll? Kevin tried to appease them, and he partially succeeded.

”What the hell has happened here?” the men from the prize ship asked.

”It’s a full fledged mutiny, can’t you see? Sharky got keelhauled, he killed Black in revenge, and now we have two factions aboard!” somebody informed them.

The master’s mate didn’t like at all what was happening. He admired Black, and he regretted him now, but they were in the minority.

”We have two ships too, one for each faction! Nobody has to suffer the company of the men they don’t want to anymore!” a voice sounded.

This was an idea along Kevin’s own ones. He wouldn’t remain on this unlucky ship anymore, to get haunted by Black’s unrested soul!

”I guess we should be clear who is on which side. I think the mutineers would rather take the <Swallow> and leave you righteous, sinless souls aboard <Fate’s Hand>” Kevin said sarcastically. ”You’ll have better luck once you get rid of the blood on the deck and of the one who had produced it. But I am with Sharky and I’ll follow him. It is understandable that he wouldn’t want to spend any more time aboard this ship, with those who had turned against him and who were happy that he got keelhauled and they weren’t the ones.”

Some voices approved him. The two factions were obviously trying to identify their peers.


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Shirai Masaki
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6:49 PM - May 14, 2011 #46

Sharky threw his head back and hissed in annoyance. This was too much, too fast, too many voices! It was confusing him, while he tried to follow what everybody said.
that, combined with the adrenaline of his near-death and the killing of Black made him give a roar of rage, louder than anybody would have expected from the comparatively tiny man.
Some heads turned towards him.

"Me say we part ways."
he agreed quietly with Kevin and the men who proposed to share the ships.
"But me know, "Fates Hand" now is slow. No is has sails, water, food. We share from Brethren ship... but for that, we take cannons from "Hand". And some more we take..."
Unnoticed, the small three-coloured cat has found her way on deck, mewing nervously, pressing against one leg, then another, begging for attention and reassurance.
Sharky grinned and picked her up,the cat purring happily and nestling into his chest.
"We no even need talk much..."
he stated coolly.
"One thing to choose... where I go, there this cat will be only cat allowed. Purr-cat is catch rat and is needed. Men, who think need cat in back, men, who think need beating like dog, better stay away.
Me want be ship with men, no dogs!!"

Having said this, Sharky jumped onto the railing, Neko-chan hissing and digging her nails into his flesh, frightened but with a large jump, the oriental sailor left the "Fates Hand"... forever... and landed onto the pirates brig.

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3:01 PM - May 15, 2011 #47

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KEVIN PRICE and NEIL DONOVAN[/align]

Kevin and Neil looked at Sharky. His words sounded reasonable enough, and they were decided to follow him. When he took the kitty with him, Neil smiled, as he loved her too.

The master gunner was also decided to follow them, and he smirked when he heard Sharky say that he intended to take the cannons too. Still, he was wondering how on Earth they were going to fit so many cannons on a so small brig.

”Davy Jones will take you all, you murderous fools!” the master’s mate shouted in contempt. ”Who’s going to take you to the next port?

”Not you, anyway, we understood this!” another of the mutineers answered. ”As if you can’t go to hell with this floating coffin, if the fate’s hand has this written for you!”

Several men ovationed when hearing that there will be no “cat of nine tails” aboard the rebels’ ship. They joined Sharky over the rails, to the brig, while others, following the Oriental’s suggestion, were stripping the “Fate’s Hand” of various valuables.

Life didn’t seem that bad in the early afternoon sun…



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