Pirate Ship Mafia II [Concluded]

[God Emperor]

I havent been present the last day phase.. but reading through the day phase (and pms) , apparently Zack is now innocent? but I fail to see why that is so. Could someone give me the appealing evidence as to why that is so?

[Askthepizzaguy]

I havent been present the last day phase.. but reading through the day phase (and pms) , apparently Zack is now innocent? but I fail to see why that is so. Could someone give me the appealing evidence as to why that is so?

Zack would have had to have been starting Spanish as he's not convertible while Captain
Zack has been guarding his gold at night, and was seen in the writeup doing so while two letters of marque were being offered elsewhere by 2 of the starting three spanish.

Those two data points eliminate him as a possibility for 4 of the 5 current Spanish, and the utter foolishness of a starting Spanish making himself Captain and thus, begging for a good scanning from the first officer, or eventual death by mutiny, all add up to "More townie than you are".

[Ironside]

I havent been present the last day phase.. but reading through the day phase (and pms) , apparently Zack is now innocent? but I fail to see why that is so. Could someone give me the appealing evidence as to why that is so?

Zack was guarding his stash from Tincow in the write up the same night when two of the Spaniards shows up in the writeup. That rules out a setup. So the only way Zack is guilty is that he choosed to guard his stash on the hope that someone would steal from him, instead of doing something vastly more useful (from Spanish perspective) like scanning for more recruits.
So not 100% foolproof, but probably in the 99% range of him being innocent.

[edse]

Edse, have you told the captain everything there is to know about yourself yet? Hm?

You're in danger of being lynched.

There are problems with that and it would probably raise more questions than answers. I hope it will be better after tonight.

[NinjaCow64]

There are problems with that and it would probably raise more questions than answers. I hope it will be better after tonight.

Nay yarrr sobar scumbarrrge! Yarrrrrr wrrrrrrrrong!

[El Barto]

There are problems with that and it would probably raise more questions than answers. I hope it will be better after tonight.

Mutinous TinCow for Day Five, summalicious secretive edse for Day Six.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 4 has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

This one may take a while.

[Zack]

*lights a cigar*

Let the fireworks begin.

[Askthepizzaguy]

I'd like to thank the Captain regarding my recent promotion.

Hopefully the events of the evening will reveal my true appreciation for his.... shall we say... illustrious leadership to date.

"Long live Captain Zackbeard?"

[El Barto]

*lights a cigar*

Let the fireworks begin.

Hmmmm. any spoilers cap'n?

Edit: stop playing mind games with us, Pizza!

[Zack]

Hmmmm. any spoilers cap'n?

By the end of the night, you'll know who has the biggest cojones out of anyone on this ship.

[El Barto]

Gimme an A…
Gimme an S…
Gimme a K…

[Zack]

Not the letters I would choose, son of Homer.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Got called away. I'm a little annoyed because this wasn't supposed to happen for another 6 hours.

There will be a couple-hour delay with the results, but all orders are frozen.

Thank you for your patience.

[El Barto]

It's the… Pizzaguy!

[El Barto]

Not the letters I would choose, son of Homer.

Aye caramba, it wasn't me, I didn't do it.

[El Barto]

By the end of the night, you'll know who has the biggest cojones out of anyone on this ship.

What be this? Why use ye Iberic words and idioms?

[Askthepizzaguy]

Biggest cojones?

I rather thought it was me. After all, I dared to taunt Andres, and he is known for being the guardian of more than just Pirate Ships.

He also can cause Biblical plagues, hurl bolts of lightning at people, and he drinks a mean cask of ale.

If the ship were adrift on a sea of ale, Andres would drink it, so we could walk to shore.

But his Spanish finding powers are second to none.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

In other words, folks with no Spanish finding powers whatsoever would find more Spanish than Andres. Hence, he plays second banana to those people.

*ducks*

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 4

An unearthly mist seemed to engulf the Presence and nothing else on this night, making for very poor visibility aboard. The really old salts among the remaining crewmen were certain that this mist would be the cloak of madness tonight. In other words, there was going to be a bloodbath.

Visorslash was the first target of the night's activities. The attack began rather ingloriously, as one of his assailants outright bumped into him as they were prowling the ship on the lookout for him. There was a grunt of pain, followed by some cursing, followed by shouting. Visorslash could barely make out the figures, now running for him in the mist, but he heard three distinct voices.

Immediately, he bolted in the other direction. Visorslash really wasn't able to formulate a plan in his mind; he was just making it up as he went along. Sensing the edge of the ship through the fog, Visorslash looped around and continued running full speed in the other direction. This time, he full-on crashed into one of his pursuers. The would-be assailant took the worst of it, screaming in pain and crumpling to the ground. Visorslash was only a little bruised up and managed to stay on his feet, running.

Eventually he made it back to safety, no longer pursued. Evidently the injured attacker's two companions decided to help him out rather than give up the chase.


Lyra found himself in a similar situation as to Visorslash: Alone on the ship, at night, and three attackers coming in the mist. Lyra though, by way of his placement, wasn't able to pull Visor's strategy and run to safety. Lyra was already backed into a corner.

"Nothing to do but to fight, I s'pose," he muttered to himself and drew his cutlass, watching as his three attackers did the same as they advanced upon him.

"Right then, I'm already goin' to Hell so I guess a bit o' dirty fightin' won't hurt much in the long run," he said, holding his cutlass in a guarded post around his midsection. Naturally, Lyra's lead attacker and saw this, going high with his attack by raising his own sword well above his body for the kill swing. This was all the opening that Lyra needed, as he kicked the lead attacker right in the privates.

Lyra now stepped back as the other two attackers broke off their assault in order to check on their friend, now moaning softly on the ground, curled up into the fetal position. Disregading Lyra entirely, they peered in through the mist to see how their buddy was doing. "All too easy," Lyra said, smirking for the first time, and he crunched both of their heads together.

With one attacker probably no longer able to reproduce and the other two out cold, Lyra was in no further danger that night, and whistled a merry sea shanty as he went back below deck.


"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Visorslash said to himself as he saw what was happening in front of him. Due to the sheer amount of volume coming his way, the mist was actually starting to become displaced, so Visorslash could clearly see what faced him: a full six sailors, their swords out. There would be no running circles around this group.

The six attackers charged, and now Visorslash stopped thinking entirely, instead operating solely on instinct. He parried the blows he could, with priority for the attacks that would be fatal. There was no blocking all six, so he let some minor cuts accumulate. Hurt was better than dead, after all, and it bought time for him to come up with a plan.

He knew that it would be impossible to fight off all six attackers using nothing but his sword. Therefore, the only possible way out of this, assuming no squadron of Good Samaritans would charge in to save him, was to use the ship to his advantage. There were plenty of ropes and heavy things aboard. The ropes could help him make a quick getaway when needed and the heavy things could knock out some of the attackers, making it a fairer fight.

Visorslash had now succeeded in making a very rough outline for how to survive this night. Taking a few more minor cuts as he adjusted, he started backing up to the ship's rigging. Using his left hand, he grabbed a rope. Using his right hand, still gripping his sword, he parried the latest attack, knocking the man off balance. Now, taking a risk, he swung his sword high above his head, cutting through a different rope in one fluid motion. The result carried Visorslash up far out of the attackers' reach, putting him out of harm's way a nanosecond before he would have been stabbed in the heart.

At a height that was about level to the crow's nest, Visorslash started to think. The crow's nest, after all, was not the safest place to weather out an attack. If memory served, in the aftermath of the sack of Charleston, the British Special Officer tried the very same tactic. He quickly realized the folly of his action when the Four Horsemen - the *true* Four Horsemen, not this squad of pretenders that had bungled as many kills as they had succeeded in - simply wheeled a portable cannon above deck, aimed it right at the crow's nest, and fired.

Then, the idea came to him all at once. A cannon!

Ignoring his wounds, Visorslash started to climb down the rigging, while his six attackers were simply waiting for him below, their swords drawn. While he was climbing, Visor completely cut away a few strings of rope and pocketed it. About ten feet out of range, Visor more blatantly cut a different rope, causing a large block of wood to start falling... directly over the attackers' location.

"Scatter!" one of them said, and the six of them did, leaving the block of wood to crash down harmlessly and providing Visorslash with enough time to safely get down. He immediately sprinted for the other side of the ship, his attackers in hot pursuit. He opened the door to a different cabin, dashed inside, shut the door, went downstairs, opened another door, entered that one, and shut it.

Three seconds later, the door blasted open, and the six attackers saw Visorslash, bleeding from several wounds, but still with a triumphant look on his face. You see, they were all in the ship's powder magazine, and Visorslash held in his hand a few strands of slowly burning rope.

"Right then," he said (and quickly, for the rope was still burning), "This be endin' in one o' two ways. Either you leave me alone and we go our separate ways, or this rope here burns all the way out and nobody on the ship sees any treasure o' any kind. What'll it be, mateys?"

The six attackers loudly swore and backed away. After a torrid pursuit, Visorslash had checkmated them.


After three days of quietly doing his duty aboard the Presence and really not taking much of an interest in the greater intrigues that went on around him, Thermal finally showed some signs of life late yesterday by lodging a late vote. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter that much, as his vote was not for any of the main candidates... but evidently it twigged one man's interest.

That night, Thermal was visited by a large man wielding a sinister-looking cutlass who didn't look much the type for answering questions. This character trait was confirmed when Thermal asked him if this was about the vote he had lodged earlier that day, to no avail.

Thermal parried a few blows, then tried again with a different tactic. "You know what they say about a man with a big sword," he said with a tinge of humor. Perhaps not surprisingly, this approach too accomplished absolutely nothing.

From here on out, Thermal decided that it was best if he just concentrated on fighting, but for the third time this approach wasn't working either as it became clear that Thermal was losing. Of all the rotten luck... Thermal estimated that he was a better fighter than about 50% of the sailors aboard, but this man was clearly in the upper bracket. Thermal held out for as long as he could, hoping in vain that protection would come, but eventually the killing blow hit. Thermal bled out on the decks, his last thoughts being that at least he was able to make a somewhat good joke to his attacker. Who knows, perhaps dark humor would serve him well in the next life...


Captain Zaccino had just finished being debriefed by one of his sailors on a mission that he had assigned the sailor when the attack came. He saw a cannonball get tossed through his window, followed immediately by a man leaping through it. He regarded the Captain coolly for a minute, his rapier drawn. If he expected the Captain to show some sign of shock, he was disappointed.

Zaccino calmly drew his own sword. "I'm a little surprised to see you here," he said.

"La Presence est à moi," the attacker replied, his white teeth gleaming. "You have no idea how far I will go to get her back, Monsieur."

"I guess we'll see," Zaccino said, the the duel was on.

Almost immediately, Zaccino knew that he was outclassed as a swordsman by this attacker. The rapier was a very finely-made weapon, and its quality was equal to that of its wielder. Together, the two made for an extraordinarily deadly weapon. Zaccino was no slouch with a cutlass himself, but this was comparing a bar fight to the Thirty Years' War. Zaccino quickly found himself on the defensive and retreated out of his cabin in search of more room to play with.

As he barely dodged blow after blow, Zaccino started thinking to himself. The power of his Captaincy was determined by the loyalty of his men. His greatest fear was that of a mutiny. But perhaps worse than that, perhaps what he was facing right now, was a coup. His cabin, after all, was farther back on the ship. Any attacker would have to pass by the Quartermaster's and First Mate's cabins to get to him.

Did BSmith and Askthepizzaguy - "Ow!" He was poked in the shoulder, but the wound was very minor - did his officers willingly allow this attacker to pass by? If this was the case, then he was doomed. There would be no help from the regular sailors coming for the Captain. They all assumed they wouldn't need his help to survive.

Zaccino was desperately hanging on as the fight moved to the middle of the ship, above decks. The mist was clearing up by now, allowing the Captain to see every single expression of determination on his attacker's face as he rained blow after blow down upon his target. This attacker obviously wanted Zaccino dead very badly.

Unlike Visorslash against his army of attackers, Zaccino was not even able to formulate a plan. He was just mindlessly trying to parry every single rapier attack that came his way. All of this was tiring him out. His already-thin margin of error became even less existent. Not only was his attacker a better swordsman than him, he also clearly had more stamina...

After about ten minutes of intense swordfighting, the attacker finally scored a major hit, slashing Zaccino from roughly his navel to his armpit. The slash was not terribly deep but still Zaccino went down to his knees from the pain. A second later, he felt the rapier point at his neck. "It was a good fight, monsieur," the man said, almost sympathetically. Zaccino felt the break of pain on his neck as the attacker pulled back for the killing blow, and then -

Two figures burst out of the Officers' Cabins. Zaccino clearly could tell that it was his First Mate and Quartermaster. He made the loudest possible sigh of relief as the attacker stepped back, cursing about the lost opportunity. The four of them stood at the middle of the Presence, facing each other, none making a move. Finally, Zaccino, still on his knees, addressed his officers.

"Did ye allow this man to get through?" he demanded. Both officers instantly and vehemently denied it.

"Good," the Captain continued. "I suppose I should be thankin' ye fer comin' when you did. A second later and I would have been dead. This was a very close call indeed, mateys, but now order must be restored. I tolerate dissent aboard me ship, aye, but there be a clear line between dissent and out-and-out mutiny. And that line was crossed." At this point Zaccino got back up to his feet and drew, for the first time, a very dangerous-looking blunderbuss.

"Now, it only serves to reason that mutiny must be punished. As Captain, it be my duty to set an example in situations like this. After all, when I told my crew that I did not tolerate mutiny..."

He fired the blunderbuss...

"I meant it."

...right at his Quartermaster, Askthepizzaguy.

In the bedlam, the attacker, not believing his luck, slipped off into the night, while Zaccino and BSmith discussed what had just happened. "We be needin' a new Quartermaster," the Captain said, "seeing as how the last one went and got himself shot in the heart. String him up on the mast, BSmith, let the entire crew see what happens to those who would undermine my authority."

"Aye Aye," the First Mate said, and went to work. The rest of the night passed without incident.


That morning, Zaccino called the crew to order and addressed them. "All right, mateys. As ye can see we had two more kills last night. One o' them, as ye can see, is accounted for." He pointed at the mast, where Askthepizzaguy's body was grusomely displayed. "But clearly, there still be crime aboard the ship, so as a result the votin' system will stay. Now, for me next order o' business, I be appointin' TinCow as my new Quartermaster, and may you be more loyal than the last.

TinCow nodded, took a look up at ATPG's corpse, and gulped.

"Now, for some results! Montmorency, Choxorn, and Xenoneb were all loyal sailors and their deaths were all our loss. Arjos, on the other hand, er, seemed to be a woman. I'm not exactly sure what she was doing on board, but her only possession aside from her treasure was a love letter written in French. I be havin' no idea what that's about, seeing as I can't read French. Anyway, there's bound to be some Spaniards farther down the pike, so perk up, lads!"


It is now Day 5! Voting will last until Tuesday, October 9th, at 23:59 US Eastern Time.



Feedback PMs are incoming.

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Attacked: TinCow (n1), Makrell (n2), issaikhaan (n2), Visorslash (n4, 2x), Lyra (n4), Zaccinio (n4)

Killed: Arjos (n2), Xenoneb (n2), Choxorn (n2), DaveShack (n3), Thermal (n4), Askthepizzaguy (n4)

Walked the plank: Montmorency (d2), Makrell (d3), Memnon (d4)

Souls aboard: 26
a completely inoffensive name
Andres
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
NinjaCow64
Tiaexz
TinCow
Visorslash
Zaccino

[Askthepizzaguy]

I kinda figured.

Thanks for the game, gentlemen. I had a lot of fun.

[Zack]

And that's why you always leave a note never mutiny against Captain Zackbeard. Yarr.

[Zack]

Visorslash is the Frenchman. I thought having his protectors doing something else and sending two vig groups after him would be enough, but apparently one of the groups didn't come through. He should be lynched immediately.

[Zack]

I kinda figured.

Thanks for the game, gentlemen. I had a lot of fun.

It was immensely satisfying.

[BSmith]

vote: visièrecouper

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Forgive me if google translate somehow screwed that up, and just to be sure, vote: Visorslash

[GeneralHankerchief]

All feedback PMs are out, please let me know if there are any errors.

[Visor]

*Waves at Askthepizzaguy* Au revoir, un salaud!

Je jure qu'aucun d'entre vous aiment prendre des risques ...

Arjos, mon petit cherie.

[TinCow]

Visorslash is the Frenchman. I thought having his protectors doing something else and sending two vig groups after him would be enough, but apparently one of the groups didn't come through. He should be lynched immediately.

Indeed. That's why it's always best to pack extras.

Vote: Visorslash

[God Emperor]

Vote: Visorslash .. En Garde! ..

[Visor]

Yes I'm the Frenchman as you have no doubt figured out. If you want to compare 'cojones' and be bragging about your size, I suggest you make peace with the world, as testicular cancer will come a knocking.

My death will not help you catch Spaniards, though. The only thing I can offer is my powers for my life, to see this character survive the game. I have lost, I admit it. My only chance was a coup, as it is extremely hard if I don't get captain Day 1 to unseat the captain. I might've gained more by revealing I had a role Day 1, but that's in the past now. I did try to achieve my victory conditions, and I suppose I came closeish to getting them. Zack, you actually told me that you knew I had an investigation power, before I told you, IIRC. I actually knew BSmith had told you before tonight, though I ignored it, hoping that he may have told you that to dissuade you from ordering my death. That I am alive is a minor miracle in itself.

You can act obnoxious, and have me killed because 'I'm a threat to the ship', 'I'm mutinous' yadda yadda yadda. But the truth is, I will never get another chance to unseat you. So finally, I'm asking you to lynch someone else, and I'll do what you wish for night orders. Maybe I should just give up on chasing the Presence.

[Diana Abnoba]

Vote: Visorslash yar what God Emperor said.