Pirate Ship Mafia III [Concluded]

[Visor]

Sure. He wants us to protect his cronies, probably so we're out of the way when Kage's hit squad comes for us.

Yarr, he be asking us to protect his hired thugs, so that he can keep us from finding the french aboard this ship and so we're under his thumb

they already be protected!

[Visor]

I know im not French,but i will be checked tonight. I am just asking people to protect others in groups, can you say the same for your group Zack?

We be protecting the ships crew from threats

that be fer sure

[Zack]

I know im not French,but i will be checked tonight. I am just asking people to protect others in groups, can you say the same for your group Zack?

My group? What group?

What's so great about organizing protections, anyways?

[Kagemusha]

Yarr, he be asking us to protect his hired thugs, so that he can keep us from finding the french aboard this ship and so we're under his thumb

they already be protected!

You know why i asked this? Because Visor,Zack and their bunch doesnt want to protect people, but to kill them, even with WOG in place. Now i would understand robbing people, but no this fellows want taste of blood. There´s perfect material for the frenchies to hire. Or am i wrong?

[Visor]

You seem to KNOW we aren't french Kage?

[Kagemusha]

You seem to KNOW we aren't french Kage?

Great strawman. What ever you are, town doesnt exactly come to mind...

[Zack]

You know why i asked this? Because Visor,Zack and their bunch doesnt want to protect people, but to kill them, even with WOG in place. Now i would understand robbing people, but no this fellows want taste of blood. There´s perfect material for the frenchies to hire. Or am i wrong?

And the French would never convert someone doing meaningless protections?

[Zack]

Apparently, not being blindly obedient to Kage equals not town.

[Visor]

Killing the landlubbers who be hiding in the shadows be a great idea

keep the men honest and you won't fear no shady dealing

[Visor]

tread softly kage

Let us see the night results first

[Visor]

Now, I'm not suggesting mutiny.... yet.

But lets see where dear old Kage leads us. I have not been won over by his threats nor his actions in and out of thread.

[spaceman98]

My group? What group?

What's so great about organizing protections, anyways?

People don't die to the French if their protected? That's pretty great.


In any case, I say keep calm and wait for morning.

[Andres]

We from Golden Hands are very disappointed to learn that nobody wishes to hire our services.

Bunch o' cheapskates.

Don't ye start cryin' if prices aarrr doubled when ye need us.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 1 has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 1

As the Presence sailed northward to its destination in Nassau, very few of its crewmen slept. Some of them worked, completing their assigned nightly tasks. Some of them lay awake in their bunks, ruminating on the past two days and what was in their future. And some of them emerged from below decks, cutlasses in their hands and murder on their minds.


spaceman98 was their target. The three crewmen that had strategized about ending him beforehand had decided that the direct approach would be best for this. After all, as far as the crew was aware, there were no identified threats aboard the Presence. Oh sure, certainly there was that persistent rumor about the Frenchman finally returning to reclaim his ship, but they had been living under that specter for the past three years. No, there was no reason for anybody to suspect foul play.

And so they charged in, cutlasses out, screaming bloody murder. spaceman turned around, looking shocked. As the three had expected, he had been caught completely by surprise.

But then one of them tripped over a loose board, crashing down to the ground hard. One of his compatriots instinctively stopped to check on him, leaving only one man to take on spaceman. These were odds he could deal with. Finally getting his own cutlass out, spaceman dueled his lone assassin while said assassin was screaming for the other two to get back up and join him.

"I think he's got a concussion," the one who had gone down to help said. "Couldn't tell how many fingers I was holding up, didn't know where he was. Probably safest if he sit this one out, matey. I should bring him back below deck, make sure he be gettin' some rest."

"WHAT IN BLAZES BE A 'CONCUSSION'??!?!" shouted the lone attacker, completely furious at this turn of events. "Of course he didn't know where he was, he hit the bad grog from Itchy Lou's stash hard not 30 minutes ago! And of course he didn't know he many fingers ye were holdin' up, ye've got a bleedin' hook for a hand!"

The concussed sailor's helper took umbrage at this. "Well excuse me for not wantin' to follow proper safety protocol! Wouldn't be seemly to put men in danger so early on in the voyage home!" The two sailors started screaming at each other about proper concussion protocol and "overall misplacement of priorities", completely forgetting about spaceman, who slipped off quietly, not quite believing his luck.


TFT, one of the two crewmen who had not voted in the election for Captain that day, was resting peacefully in his bed. A relatively new signing aboard the Presence, he did not share the concern that many other sailors had that there was imminent danger ahead. Perhaps this was because TFT did not have much time to socialize with the crew, perhaps it was because he had not yet experienced a journey home after a big haul firsthand, but overall TFT felt that there were nothing but good times ahead.

The Golden Age of Piracy may have all but ended, but you could have fooled TFT. He was aboard the legendary Presence, the ship that had now pulled off three gigantic heists in six years and had gotten off pretty much scot-free. New Tortuga was founded because of the uptick in piracy that the Presence had almost singlehandedly brought back to the region. All the major navies in the area wanted nothing more than to capture the ship and bring its crew to justice, but there seemed to be a mystique around it, that nothing could go wrong for the ship or its sailors.

This would prove to be a colossal mistake on TFT's part. As he was lost in his own thoughts, he did not hear the footsteps of four sailors sneaking up to his bunk. One of them, coming in first, smothered him with a pillow to muffle any noises TFT might make in resistance. The other three then proceeded to stab him mercilessly - and quietly - until he bled out from his wounds.


Three sailors were chasing Askthepizzaguy around the ship, and ATPG had no such reservations about their intentions. He was running for his life. In a confined space like the Presence was, there was really no such thing as being able to run out of sight, but he had at very least managed to avoid being cornered... at least so far.

He knew it was only a matter of time though; his heavy breathing was proof enough of that. It wasn't looking good for him overall, because despite his running out of breath he still had far too much adrenaline pumping through his system to be able to formulate a rational plan to get out of this. And so ATPG continued running around, gradually losing more and more wind, still pursued, because this was all that his body was capable of doing. Eventually the adrenaline rush subsided and rational thought once again resumed, but at his point ATPG was too tired to be able to do much.

In the end, fate prevailed where his own condition and adrenaline could not. ATPG, still running, tripped over a familiar-looking loose board and went tumbling down in a heap. Before he could even process this, his three pursuers tripped as well, one over the board, two over *him*. The end result was a big pile of all four crewmen involved in the chase, all helplessly tangled together.

ATPG started punching and kicking, biting whatever he could, in an attempt to start a general fight amongst everybody involved. This plan was an instant success, and while ATPG's attackers were now all blindly doing everything they could to pummel each other, ATPG crawled out of the pile and went back below decks. He would live to fight another day.


The morning, Captain Kagemusha awoke to the sound of several people pounding at his cabin door - frantically so, by the sound of it. He sighed. This was the bad part of the Captaincy, he surmised.

"All right, all right, what be yer issue?" he got out, before he was accosted by seemingly half the ship demanding justice.

Stealing!
Attempted murder!
More stealing!
Unjust lockup!
Another attempted murder!
Even more stealing!
"Captain, we be havin' a corpse over here." That one was his First Mate, reporting on TFT's demise.

"Quiet, quiet, QUIIIIIIIII-ET!" Kage roared. Finally there was silence.

"Now then, obviously this past night wasn't exactly as peaceful and restful as I asked for. We be havin' as many crimes and complaints aboard as Bessie's Brothel has girls with the pox, and obviously we can't be havin' any such thing if we want to get home from Nassau safely. It be as I feared: that blasted Frenchman has finally made it back aboard and he be doing what he does best."

"Trying and failing to get the Captaincy?"

"No! Well, maybe, too early to tell. I meant to say sowing discontent and mayhem among us upstandin' crewmen! So it leaves me no choice but to institute the same policy we had in the past when this situation has arisen: Every day, for as long there is crime at night, we shall vote for one person who we think is responsible to walk the plank. By the time we make it home, there may be fewer of us, but we all be safer and richer than ever before."

There wasn't that much of a reaction to this. The veteran sailors of the Presence surely knew it was coming. And so the rest of the crew, following Kage's lead, began the process of voting for the day.

OOC: It is now Day 2. Voting will last until Tuesday, September 29th, at 13:00 US Eastern Time.



Feedback PMs are incoming, please alert me if there are any errors. I will post in the thread once I have sent them all out.

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Attacked: spaceman98 (n1), Askthepizzaguy (n1)

Killed: TFT (n1)

Souls aboard: (27)
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
autolycus
BSmith
Choxorn
Csargo
Double A
El Barto
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Golden1Knight
Ice
Ironside
Ishmael
Ituralde
johnhughthom
Kagemusha
landlubber
Lissa
Montmorency
NotJimRV
seireikhaan
spaceman98
Sprig
TheFlax
Visorslash
Xiahou
Zack

[Visor]

Well, well well, looks like two people didn't send in orders.

[Zack]

Who did Quartermaster Double A block, and what were the results of First Mate Andres' investigations?

[Zack]

I suggest that someone who was scanned innocent last night is made the new first mate. Andres can have the position back once he's investigated.

[El Barto]

Why be the update sayin' that Day 2 be concluded already?

[Visor]

I suggest that someone who was scanned innocent last night is made the new first mate. Andres can have the position back once he's investigated.

Yeah this good actually. If AA is innocent, make him the first mate and throw someone else in quartermaster.

[Visor]

It seems I was thrown in the brig!

What do you have to say for yourself Kagemusha?

[El Barto]

That he was na' trusting ye?

[landlubber]

What a bloody ol' mess. Seems our captain be tryin' ta shackle us. We're free men here, no need to throw those in the brig just cause we disagree. Bloody unreasonable.

[Zack]

It seems I was thrown in the brig!

What do you have to say for yourself Kagemusha?

Yeah, this is annoying. Not only does Kage throw one of his most vocal opponents (and the loudest proponent for his rival candidate) in the brig, but he also tried to set up protection rings and bribes to disrupt vig groups. Captain Kagemusha clearly prioritizes consolidating his power over eliminating the French.

[GeneralHankerchief]

All feedback PMs are now out. Thank you for your patience. PM me if you think there are any errors.

Why be the update sayin' that Day 2 be concluded already?

It shouldn't.

[El Barto]

It shouldn't.

Then ye be havin' a faulty time-measuring device, young man.

[Zack]

Why be the update sayin' that Day 2 be concluded already?

Then ye be havin' a faulty time-measuring device, young man.

I have no idea what you're talking about, the timer is working fine and says the deadline is on Tuesday.

[Ishmael]

Then ye be havin' a faulty time-measuring device, young man.

OOC: Try changing your forum skin. I've had that issue in the past.


At any rate, I'm curious to see the results of the First Mate's scan, assuming he chooses to reveal them. No point in voting until then, I figure.

[El Barto]

I have no idea what you're talking about, the timer is working fine and says the deadline is on Tuesday.

OOC: Try changing your forum skin. I've had that issue in the past.

The problem be still unsolved. What a conundrum this be-eth!

[Visor]

OOC: Try changing your forum skin. I've had that issue in the past.


At any rate, I'm curious to see the results of the First Mate's scan, assuming he chooses to reveal them. No point in voting until then, I figure.

We don't be scan based lifeforms

ye vote accordin to who ye think be French

I await to hear our dear Captains word, but throwing an innocent man in the brig is not the mark of a pirate's pirate!