Pirate Ship Mafia III - information and summary thread

[GeneralHankerchief]

Post 1882 of main thread.

Night 7

He had been fairly quiet at the start of the voyage, keeping his head down and mostly blending in ("his head be all the way up in Norway," one crewman had said), but everybody knew that it was only a matter of time before he resumed his usual boisterousness. And so, on the seventh night of the Presence's sail to Nassau, it was clear that the attention would be focused on him at last. Tonight would be Askthepizzaguy's reckoning.

Part of him saw it coming, of course. He had had conversations with the leadership over the past few days, annoyed just the right amount of people - both publicly during the day and privately at night. He had made enemies. And on a ship like the Presence, with its rapidly-decreasing crew and few opportunities for escape, people with enemies didn't survive very long.

So it was no surprise at all to Askthepizzaguy that two sailors came upon him with their cutlasses drawn, ready for battle. Pizza, awake and alert, had made preparations of his own.

"Arr, insert witticism here!" he cried out, facing his attackers.

"General statement of intent to actively seek your death!" one of them called back.

"Acknowledgement of such and expression of desire to commence with combat action!" Pizza replied, and the fight was on. The three men whirled around each other, trading blows and verbal barbs both, for several minutes, making their way around different parts of the ship as they gained and lost momentum. Pizza, for all of his casualness and preparations, at some point realized that he was outnumbered and clearly on the defensive. As such he stopped speaking in tropes, and, gritting his remaining not-particularly-hygienic teeth, focused all of his energy on trying to find and exploit any advantage.

"Where be they, I shelled out enough of me bounty for 'em..." he muttered to himself, throwing himself to the ground to avoid a cutlass sweep that would have taken off his head had he remained upright. Using his new lower position, he tried to trip his attackers, but they were wary about this move and successfully countered it, leaving Pizza in even more danger than before.

Now the attackers started kicking, taking advantage of Pizza being on the ground. With even more attacks to defend against, Pizza found himself ineffective at stopping anything, and pretty soon he was flat on his back, wounded in multiple places, and his own cutlass kicked harmlessly away. It was to be the end, then.

"ARRRRRR!" No it wasn't! Finally, they had arrived, three men armed to the teeth and charging straight for Pizza's two attackers. Not bothering to exhibit any fancy tactics whatsoever, the new arrivals simply used momentum as their main force in separating the two attackers from Pizza. It worked, one man diving off to the side and the other being thrown in the air for several feat before crashing to the surface in a heap, out cold and no longer a threat to anyone. Pizza, safe for the time being, tipped his cap to his saviors, though he was sure to mention that he had everything under control and that the situation wasn't as bad as it looked.


Several hours later, after the excitement had died down, Askthepizzaguy was ready to make his true move. He had made sure to time this for very late on in the night, when the general mayhem aboard the Presence had subsided and he was ensured a quiet and undisturbed area in which to operate. He made his way above decks, cutlass drawn, looking this way and that... and proceeded towards the ship's remaining dinghies, aiming to commandeer one for himself. The attack earlier in the night had only served to confirm Pizza's suspicions: It was time to abandon ship.

Interrupting his progress roughly every two seconds to check around for further attackers, Pizza made slow work, but finally prepared his dinghy. Checking around one last time, taking the sights in, he mused that at least he had survived without incurring the ire of the Captain. Such men had been known to shoot people in the face, a fate that Pizza was glad to avoid.

After lowering the dinghy down into the water, Pizza finally climbed over the side of the ship and stepped in, for the first time actually looking at what was inside the dinghy. He jumped about three feet in the air and almost fell out of the boat when I saw El Barto in there beside him.

"You... what... when... HOW??!?!" he sputtered.

"I be here literally the entire time," Barto said, looking amused. "If ye be focused on yer actual work and not checkin' every which way for ghosts ye mighta seen me. Do appreciate you doin' all the legwork to get this boat down in the ocean, though." He tipped his cap at Pizza for that.

"But why you? Weren't ye to stay and sell yer vote even more times gettin' richer and richer?"

"A relative o' mine runs a bank in Nassau," Barto replied, "and he imparted some wisdom to me a while back. 'Buy low, sell high,' said he, and I be thinkin' the time has come to sell."

"Fair enough," Pizza said.

"Aye, so I thought. Now, about that outstandin' payment o' gold you owe me..."

Pizza gulped. It was going to be a very awkward boat ride, but at least neither of them were trying to kill each other. For now, anyway.


The next morning, Captain Double A, flanked by his officers - dcmort93 and a very angry-looking Visorslash - gathered the remaining crew. "Right lads," he started, "I be the bearer o' truly catastrophic news this morn. WE BE LOSIN' ANOTHER DINGHY OVERNIGHT! Such wanton thievery has to be stopped fer the good o' all of us! These things cost money to replace, you know! It's not like we can just magically summon more o' these dinghies! Nay, we be havin' to pay for the wood! And it has to be the right kind o' wood, none of that rubbish that doesn't do to well o'er water, or in salt, or is flimsy! And then it has to be shaped, and polished, and shipped to Nassau! And the labor, gah! Always with the labor fees, they be spiralin' out of control..."

As Double A continued his tirade about the cost of replacing so many dinghies, Visorslash assumed charge of the proceedings. "Right, casualty reports," he said, still glowering. "Only one today, but it's an odd one. TheFlax wasn't French, or in his pay, but he wasn't Presence either. It appears that he was a representative of the Dutch West India Company, aboard on semi-official business. No idea what that was about, but I guess it be their problem now. Anyway, you all know what to do, so let's get it done!"

OOC: It is now Day 8. Voting will last until Friday, October 16th, at 23:59 US Eastern Time.



Feedback PMs will go out shortly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Attacked: spaceman98 (n1), Askthepizzaguy (n1, n3, n7), Csargo (n2), Andres (n3, n6), johnhughthom (n5), Gaius Scribonius Curio (n5, n6), autolycus (n5), Ishmael (n5, n6)

Killed: TFT (n1), seireikhaan (n2), Ice (n3), landlubber (n4), Lissa (n4), Gaius Scribonius Curio (n6)

Mutinied: Kagemusha (d2)

Abandoned Ship: Ironside (n2), Choxorn (n6), Askthepizzaguy (n7), El Barto (n7)

Walked the plank: Xiahou (d3), spaceman98 (d4), TheFlax (d5), johnhughthom (d6), Ishmael (d7)

Souls aboard: (12)
Andres
autolycus
BSmith
Csargo
dcmort93
Double A
Golden1Knight
Ituralde
Montmorency
Myrddraal
Visorslash
Zack