Pirate Ship Mafia III [Concluded]

[Double A]

It's not theft if you kill em first.

[El Barto]

Arrr, ye be right! The English courts o' law be callin' tha' res nullius. O' course, they might catch ye in a court o' equity or, worse, hunt ye fer murder.

[Csargo]

Away wi' ye, back inta the shadows whence ye came!

We steals other people's properties, goods, livestock, an' wenches. Be we not thiefs?

I don't steal from me own kind!

[El Barto]

Be tha' why ye refused to open fire on the shippin' flyin' under the tricolour?

[Csargo]

[Montmorency]

Vote: Csargo Embargo

[Sprig]

"Where ye be hiding those Wenches? *Squawk*"

[El Barto]

Arrr! Zoophilia be not permitted! Parrots be to stay away fram wenches!

[GeneralHankerchief]

Note before I resolve orders: In the Kage mutiny summary post, I said there were three pieces of gold left over that went to the first three mutineers: Zack, Visor, and Lissa. I failed to take into account the fact that Kage made a post that day phase and thus was due another 3 gold. Because of this, the next three sailors who latched onto the mutiny are also going to get an extra piece of gold: Ishmael, Montmorency, and landlubber.

Night 2 will conclude momentarily.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 2 has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 2

The Presence's northward journey continued, though this time the stars were not out, playing havoc with the navigators. In addition, the wind was starting to pick up uncomfortably. Conditions were clearly starting to get worse, but it was nothing out of the ordinary... yet.


seireikhaan had the unenviable task of Crow's Nest duty that night. As long as it wasn't raining, the job was bearable, but the cloud cover meant that he wasn't able to look at the stars, which was his usual activity whenever he drew the duty. Instead, he now actually had to focus on - ugh - his job.

khaan looked all around, searching for any sign of activity on the Atlantic. This could have been land (though he doubted he could see it anyway), possibly random debris floating around in the sea, or sailors who had accidentally gone overboard and needed help. However, the thing that khaan was most on the lookout for was ships. Being a pirate vessel in 1723 necessitated constant watch for naval activity. Doubly so if you were the most infamous pirate ship in this part of the world. Triplicate if you were coming off a hasty flight fresh off sacking a city with La Royale in known pursuit.

And so, khaan continued to look fore and aft, port and starboard, doing his duty by covering all directions. However, in all his viewing, he never once looked down. This proved to be a fatal mistake on his part.

Somebody had scaled the main mast from below and joined him in the Crow's Nest. khaan, befuddled, was just about to ask if his relief had come early when the sailor, looking particularly angry, grabbed him and physically threw him out of the Nest.

Screaming, khaan had managed to somehow grab onto a piece of rigging, which saved him from an immediate death. Instead of crashing to the ground in free fall, he instead landed very awkwardly. Immediately he tried to run for it, but was set upon by four sailors who did not let him get back up. Not even bothering to draw their cutlasses, the four of them - soon joined by the fifth who had originally scaled the mast - mercilessly pummeled khaan to death. After they threw his corpse overboard, they went back below deck, pleased with their work, the one who had originally scaled the mast with hat in hand.


For a while now, Csargo had been known as the most skilled gunner on the Presence. Nobody could quite handle a cannon like him, and he had proven it to great effect over the course of many adventures. Over the past year, the practice of gunnery had become something of an obsession to Csargo. He had recently taken to telling his fellow crewmen that his life's ambition was to fire the shot that sunk ships on all seven seas.

The three men who attacked him - some of whom looked confused as to the exact makeup of their squad - probably should have kept this in mind when they approached him. As he came into sight, there was a deafening *BANG!* and, an instant later, the unmistakable whistling sound of a heavy object passing very closely overhead at a very fast speed. Csargo was ready for them.

"I already be havin' me next shot loaded," he yelled, supremely confident, "and this one won't be a warning shot! What'll it be, mateys, retreat, or play dice that my cannonball doesn't take *your* head off and just one of yer fellows instead?"

Csargo's attackers stopped dead, briefly looking at each other. Luckily for them, they quickly achieved consensus: This wasn't worth dying for. Cursing, they retreated back below decks, leaving Csargo to smirk and resume practicing his gunnery.


For most of the night, Ironside had been making his preparations. An old salt like him always knew which way the wind was blowing, and he didn't like the directional change he was seeing. Not with the mutiny the previous day and several insinuations the mutineers had made about what the crew of the Presence was to do next. He had acquired a good haul, made the most of his time aboard, and survived the tumultuous first days and night aboard. Any longer than that and he would seriously be pushing his luck.

"Right... gold, personal effects, cutlass, change o' clothes... I think that be everything!" he muttered to himself. "It's been fun, Presence, but I think it be time for us to part ways. I not be particularly fancying me -" he stopped midsentence - "oh, come on! I was so close!"

Four sailors, cutlasses out, had approached him, their intention quite clearly read on their faces.

"Aha! Tryin' to bail with the goods, eh? What's the matter Ironside, it get too hot for ye Frenchies?"

Ironside sighed. He wasn't particularly scared, just tired. "Alright lads, ye caught me. Look, if it's all the same to ye, I'd much rather live through this. Ye clearly want me off the ship, right?" They nodded. "Well, ye be in luck - that's what I was plannin' to do anyway. Now, what be the going rate for killings again? 10 pieces of treasure per?" That sounded right. "What say I just give each of ye that rate from me own personal stash and then we part ways. Would that be a fair accord?"

The four attackers briefly lowered their cutlasses in a quick conference with each other. In the meantime, Ironside, clearly not caring for the answer, continued to make his preparations. After a minute, one of them spoke to him.

"Alright, it be agreed. 10 gold a head, and be quick about it!" Ironside nodded, paid each man his fee, and lowered his dinghy into the Atlantic, himself and his significantly smaller sack of treasure inside. Not sparing a single look back at the Presence, he paddled off to parts unknown, hoping he had made the right decision.


The next morning, Captain Double A, appearing to almost dead what was waiting for him, gathered the crew to make his announcement. "Well mateys, we lost two more overnight. I can't be findin' no trace of either seireikhaan or Ironside, though judging by the missing dinghy I be guessin' one or both of 'em decided they had enough.

"Cap'n, I can report that only Ironside left, some of us was tryin' to kill him as it happened."

Double A goggled. "And why were ye trying to kill him? And why'd you openly admit that???"

The other sailor shrugged. "I don't know, gold I guess? Oh, and he might have been French too. Yeah, that."

Double A sighed. "Fine. Let's assume we've got one murder and one abandoning. Clearly there still be crime aboard. Therefore, the system remains in place. Get voting!"

OOC: It is now Day 3. Voting will last until Saturday, October 3rd, at 14:00 US Eastern Time.



Feedback PMs are incoming.

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Attacked: spaceman98 (n1), Askthepizzaguy (n1), Csargo (n2)

Killed: TFT (n1), seireikhaan (n2)

Mutinied: Kagemusha (d2)

Abandoned Ship: Ironside (n2)

Souls aboard: (24)
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
autolycus
BSmith
Choxorn
Csargo
Double A
El Barto
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Golden1Knight
Ice
Ishmael
Ituralde
johnhughthom
landlubber
Lissa
Montmorency
NotJimRV
spaceman98
Sprig
TheFlax
Visorslash
Xiahou
Zack

[Visor]

If I recall correctly, we got details about when the Spanish recruited last game. If we can assume the same here - it would mean no recruitment just yet.

[El Barto]

@Ironside: mighty fine o' ye ta pay us ten doubloons. Next time, have another ten doubloons ready, mate!

Methinks the French be plannin' simultaneous convershuns, but tha' be jus' me, wee Visorslashie.

[Montmorency]

Unfortunately, I've been stolen from again. Money from Ironside just-barely balanced it out.

Vote: Andres

It's time.

[Csargo]

Hi! I continue to exist, feel free to have me lynched now. I know you want to.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Announcement: It was recently brought to my attention that there may be an issue with the amount of gold awarded by a successful mutiny. I'm going to finish sending out PMs and then make a further announcement.

[Visor]

Vote: Xiahou

Time to walk the plank Frenchie.

[Zack]

If I recall correctly, we got details about when the Spanish recruited last game. If we can assume the same here - it would mean no recruitment just yet.

There was talk at some point of GH debating whether or not to make that public in future games.

What's the deal with Ironside?

[seireikhaan]

Mutiny.

Do it.

[Montmorency]

Could have been town - could've caught wind from someone in the know.

[GeneralHankerchief]

All feedback PMs are sent.

All mutineers add an extra 10 gold to their provided count. In order to keep PM traffic down, I'm not going to send you an updated total but have adjusted my own spreadsheet. If you have any questions, PM me.

[Zack]

Vote: Xiahou

Time to walk the plank Frenchie.

Care to expound?

[Montmorency]

The best I can figure is that he's one of the long-term thieves. Not sure why he should die over Andres today.

[seireikhaan]

Care to expound?

Oh come now, don't be so demanding of our dear leadership. I'm sure they're doing the best they can, with the most honorable of intentions.

[Visor]

Care to expound?

He's French.

[Montmorency]

Wait, who's on first base?

[Visor]

There was talk at some point of GH debating whether or not to make that public in future games.

What's the deal with Ironside?

Highly likely he thought he was a target/somebody told him he was.

[Zack]

He's French.

Now I know most pirates didn't grow up in environments conducive to a strong education, so when I ask if you need a dictionary to look up "expound," I mean it in the kindest way.

[Visor]

Now I know most pirates didn't grow up in environments conducive to a strong education, so when I ask if you need a dictionary to look up "expound," I mean it in the kindest way.

He's French.

[seireikhaan]

He's French.

Yes, that clarifies everything. Thank you so much.