Pirate Ship Mafia II [Concluded]

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 3

Captain Zaccino had only started to nod off when he was awoken by the sound of someone trying to sneak in his quarters. Immediately his mind went to the gold. Nobody would be foolish enough to try to murder the Captain at night, and there was no other reason that somebody would try to break into his cabin. Zaccino rummaged through his bedside drawer, found his Captain's pistol, and simply pointed it at his treasure stash, waiting.

Two minutes later, the entrant finally broke through. As expected, he went right for Zaccino's gold stash. For the first few seconds, Zaccino did nothing, trying to lull his would-be robber into a false sense of security. But after a while, he couldn't take it anymore. Using his free hand, the Captain lit a candle which illuminated his other hand, still with the gun in it pointed right at the thief.

Taken totally by surprise, the thief uttered a very loud swear and swiftly exited the room, taking nothing. Zaccino wasn't able to get a glimpse of the thief's face, but the culprit's figure and the almost lawyerly way he swore pointed to only one possible suspect: TinCow.


Elsewhere on the Presence, Diana Abnoba had decided that she too would be prepared for anyone trying to thieve her stash of treasure and spent the night in her bunk cradling her bag as hard as she could. Eventually she drifted off, but was woken up by someone trying to wrestle it away from her - a very bold move, but a futile one, as Diana had a death grip on her bag.

Diana and her would-be thief silently wrestled for two minutes before the thief finally realized the folly of further effort, muttering something about "Divine protection" as he slunk away. Clearly, this had to be issaikhaan.


DaveShack had been doing the same thing this night on the Presence that he had been doing every night: absolutely nothing. The man had apparently evolved beyond the need to take care of certain bodily functions such as sleep and eat and even talk, for he had done nothing of the sort since the raid on the Spanish Treasure fleet. Instead, he just... stood out there on the decks, staring out at the sea.

For the first few days, this behavior was viewed with some amusement, and an enterprising thief or two had used this zombielike behavior to steal some gold from DaveShack's treasure stash. On this night, however, DaveShack's use to the crew would run out - after one final time being taken advantage of, of course.

Four sailors emerged from below decks and saw DaveShack in his usual spot, unmoving, completely not registering anything that would happen. This would be the easiest kill of their careers. They walked right up behind Dave and started slashing away with their cutlasses, leaving nothing to chance. Still without any sort of reaction from DaveShack, they finally dragged him to the edge of the ship and pushed him overboard.

The four sailors went back below decks, smirking. Meanwhile, DaveShack would soon find that he did, in fact, need oxygen to survive, as the crushing depths of the Atlantic would soon claim him forever.


A few hours later, two separate sailors were being dangled off the edge of the Presence. It was unclear whether their fear or their pain was greater, as each sailor was gripped only by the hair. Naturally, it did not take long for them to start begging for mercy from their tormentors.

"Please, why do you do this? What do you want from us?! Stop this madness, mateys!"

The two above decks merely laughed. "Save you? You have violated every law known to man. You have forsworn your national origin in favor of the black flag and now live in a lawless, ruthless, and Godless society. You steal from His Majesty Philip of Spain and you expect there to be no consequences? Why should we do anything to spare either of you?"

A pause. Then...

"Because we want to live!" one of them screamed. The other nodded vigorously in agreement. "We see the error of our ways, senors! We will join your side, please, just bring us back overboard!!!"

One Guardacosta agent looked to the other. "Yes, I think that will serve," he said, and they both lifted their victims up (still by the hair). "By the power vested in us as agents of King Philip V, we hereby offer you two Letters of Marque in exchange for your service against Spain's enemies. Keep in mind that if you ever defy the crown again, you will be dropped *all the way* overboard."


That morning, Captain Zaccino emerged from his quarters to begin the day's vote proceedings as usual. "Be at heart, mateys, the number o' kills last night dropped from three to one. In addition, we will begin to get results back from the dead starting tomorrow morning. Keep it up, lads, and we be puttin' all this nonsense behind us!"

There was some mild applause, and then the voting began once again.


OOC: Thank you for your patience.

RULE CHANGE: Because of the potentially game-breaking nature of being intentionally caught stealing treasure, I am instituting a new rule where if you are caught stealing three times, you are automatically lynched. This rule change is *not* retroactive, meaning that TinCow and issaikhaan's "caught stealing" counter is at zero just like everyone else's.

It is now Day 4! Voting will last until Saturday, October 6th, at 23:59 US Eastern time.



Feedback PMs incoming, hopefully I won't be interrupted while sending them out.

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Attacked: TinCow (n1), Makrell (n2), issaikhaan (n2)

Killed: Arjos (n2), Xenoneb (n2), Choxorn (n2), DaveShack (n3)

Walked the plank: Montmorency (d2), Makrell (d3)

Souls aboard: 29
a completely inoffensive name
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
autolycus
BSmith
Buddhafish
Captain Blackadder
Chaotix
Diana Abnoba
Double A
edse
El Barto
God Emperor
Ironside
Ishmael
issaikhaan
JoanK
johnhughthom
Jolt
Kagemusha
Kaiser Friedrich III
Lyra
Memnon
NinjaCow64
Thermal
Tiaexz
TinCow
Visorslash
Zaccino