Pirate Ship Mafia III [Concluded]

[Montmorency]

Phew, at least there's one more hour than I thought.

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[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 6 has ended, no more orders will be accepted.

[Zack]

I'll have an order of fries.

[Zack]

Goddamn it, too late!

[Gaius Scribonius Curio]

Having just woken up, the level of Angst over a simple lack of cc'ed orders from someone who has been eminently traceable is... disappointing to say the least.

Look to Monty for your Frenchman. The rest of the leadership simply seem to have been tken in...

[Sprig]

Having just woken up, the level of Angst over a simple lack of cc'ed orders from someone who has been eminently traceable is... disappointing to say the least.

How do you jump to that conclusion?

[Double A]

His night actions were blurry at best. Plus, how he plays makes it harder to get a good read on him imo. That combined makes him a decent lynch in my mind. I would have preferred to lynch Ishmael.

It's funny that you show up now to lambaste us though. I really enjoy that.

And john always tells me I couldn't tell a joke if my life depended on it.

[Gaius Scribonius Curio]

We'll wait and see what has happened last night before I elaborate further. But, frankly, its all there already in the thread. If I have to spell every single thing out several times, then I don't really have the time...

[Zack]

Curio, what was that info you promised? Why would you not share it?

[GeneralHankerchief]

Night 6

Death was the watchword aboard the Presence on this night as it continued its northward sail to Nassau. Unfortunately for many of the enterprising sailors aboard looking to increase their share of the treasure, it was concentrated around one individual in particular.


Was the individual in question going to be Andres? Two crewmen certainly hoped so. Andres had survived a lot in the week since New Tortuga - a mutiny in which he was the First Mate and forcibly got removed, a vote amongst the mutineers solely to determine his fate, a couple of determined lynch efforts on his behalf, a hurricane, and an attempt on his life during said hurricane. In no way, shape, or form should Andres have been alive. This would be rectified tonight.

The two men looking to kill him approached his bunk below decks - and they were in luck! Andres was sound asleep, dead to the world, the blankets pulled over his entire body, including his face. They smirked, shaking their heads. Surely someone who had had so many brushes with death over the past week would have been more paranoid. Perhaps he would learn this lesson in the next life.

They raised their cutlasses, moved them into position over the sleeping figure, and stabbed them downward... but there were no cries of pain. Only a dull *fwuff* and surprisingly little resistance on the downward stab. This was odd. After a few more stabs and similar effects, the two sailors pulled the blanket off Andres - only to find pillows. Apparently Andres had been properly paranoid after all.


Was the individual in question going to be Ishmael? Ishmael certainly knew that some amount of crewmen wished for nothing more than his death. He had now thought he was dead meat three times over: Once on Day 5 when some last-second bartering had saved his hide, once the following night when he had fended off two attackers, and once the day after when he survived his second straight close vote. Ishmael did the math, and analyzed the patterns. He figured there was a good chance of him being in mortal danger tonight as well.

The four figures approaching him seemed to confirm this. Ishmael knew that now was not the time for guile or trickery. He would have to fight his way out of this. He drew his cutlass and assumed a fighting stance, ready to take his attackers head on...


Was the individual in question going to be Choxorn? Not if he had anything to say about it. After six nights aboard the Presence, Choxorn had seen enough. He had tried his hand at the pirate thing, doing whatever possible to increase his stash. He had seen his share of blood, and determined that it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. The officers looked entrenched, so there was no possibility of a mutiny, but by Choxorn's reckoning that also meant no possibility of the crew sailing into Nassau in one piece.

No, Choxorn was done with it all. It was a gamble, but no larger than some he had already taken. And, if the remainder of the voyage played out the way Choxorn thought it was going to play out, it was a pretty safe bet indeed. Standing on the starboard side of the ship, Choxorn paused for a moment to take in the cloudless night sky and the stars, embracing the moment. These were his last moments aboard the Presence, after all, and he wanted them to be a happy memory.

The moment over, he climbed aboard and took possession of one of the ship's remaining dinghies. Choxorn sailed off into the night, with his entire bag of treasure, towards parts unknown.


Was the individual in question either of the two men who had been sitting at the aft of the ship and chatting idly for the past hour or so? No, they were undisturbed, thus allowing their conversation to go in a number of directions. They talked about the ship, their piratical careers, their lives, their loves, the homes they abandoned to go pirate, and the things that really mattered to them.

As the conversation went on, the subjects grew deeper. They two men got into the subjects that was truly important to them, and one started going on about what he fought for and why he was doing what he was. Peppered with an accent far more refined than the typical brogue usually associated with pirates, one that suggested nobility, and combined with the passion of his cause, the first man spun a worthy argument indeed. By the end of the conversation, the second man became convinced that he was joining a worthy cause indeed. No longer loyal to the crew of the Presence, he set about on his new mission.


Ishmael had been fighting his attackers to a standstill for some time now, but all were tiring. The attackers, frustrated that four of them weren't able to finished one lone pirate off, had quickly grown more desperate in their attacks, which tired them out easily and swung the advantage slightly in Ishmael's favor. Despite this, though, he was still one facing off against four.

He was looking for something to even the odds, anything, no matter how dirty the trick. After all, pirates never played fair. After sidestepping a sure death blow, Ishmael started hacking at ropes at random in the hopes that enough stuff would come loose to even the odds.

Somehow, this was a success! A large block of wood attached to the mast came loose and swung heavily in the direction of the battle. Ishmael, seeing it coming, ducked. The other four did not. After a loud CRACK and then four smaller *thud*s, Ishmael, not believing his luck, slinked back below decks.


Was the individual in question Gaius Scribonius Curio? A lone guardian angel certainly hoped not, as he had been watching over him in the brig all night. They heard the tromping become louder and louder, and nodded to each other. It was time to get ready.

"Open up!" said the tromper. "It be time for yer date with Davey Jones, Curio!"

"Not a chance," said Curio, drawing his cutlass and kicking open the brig door off its hinges. His guardian joined, and it was two-on-one. The attacker, expecting the numerical advantage and not the other way around, put up a fight for a while, but soon realized that these odds were not what he had bargained for, and retreated upon the first opportunity that presented itself.

"Right," Curio said to his protector, nodding, "what be next? I'd rather not stay in this brig all night to die."

"Then you can die right outside it instead!" This was a new voice, laced with purpose and confidence. Its owner stepped out of the shadows and charged straight for Curio, cutlass raised. Curio was barely able to parry in time, and the new fight was on. Once again, it was two-on-one in favor of Curio, but this attacker was not so easily dissuaded. He expertly kept Curio's protector out of the fight, essentially nullifying his contribution to the battle and making it a true duel.

After several minutes of this and the protector getting more and more frustrated, Curio had seen enough. "Run, get help! I'll hold him off!" The protector looked to protest for a moment, but seeing how ineffective he had been, grudgingly obliged and took off. Curio, for his part, now that he didn't have to worry about the safety of anyone else, fought with more vigor and purpose of his own.

The battle raged outside the brig for an unknown amount of minutes. The distortion of time was truly in effect, as Curio believed he had been fighting for hours, waiting for help to come, when in reality it had only been minutes. He had been managing to hold his own for at least a little while, but the surge of adrenaline he received was quickly evaporating and the attacker's superior skill was winning the day.

"C'mon, just parry the next blow," Curio muttered to himself, following his own instructions. "Okay, now the next one." Another parry. "Now this one." Parry. "Now the next one." And so it went.

He got focused so heavily on just parrying the next blow that he (and his attacker) was completely unprepared for what happened next. As the attacker prepared for another blow, Curio stopped in his tracks and dropped his weapon. A second later, he fell to his knees, and then onto the ground proper, gurgling blood. A red-tipped harpoon emerged from his chest.

"Sorry," the owner of the harpoon said afterwards. "Heard someone come wakin' me up at night screamin' about trouble in the brig. Had to see for meself."

"Hey, he's dead, that's all I wanted to do in the first place."

The two men walked off, going their separate ways, one of them with a fancy cutlass in hand.


That morning, Double A gathered the remaining crew, some of whom looked particularly displeased about the size of their loot relative to what it had been the night before. "I have bad news, mateys. We lost another dinghy! It be seemin' that someone else went and abandoned ship over the night."

"Cap'n, there also be another death aboard!"

"Blasted barnacles, that too? All the more reason to get voting, then!"

"What about the investigations?"

"Ah, right," Double A said. "Let me see. Good news and bad news on that front. The bad news be that landlubber and Lissa were loyal crewmen who did not seek us harm. The good news be that spaceman was a dirty bleedin' sailor aboard the Maven in the pay of the Frenchman! We got one, lads! Let's keep at it and bag the rest o' his men!"

OOC: It is now Day 7. Voting will last until Tuesday, October 14th, at Noon US Eastern Time.



Feedback PMs will go out shortly. Need a break from writing first.

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Attacked: spaceman98 (n1), Askthepizzaguy (n1, n3), 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)

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

Souls aboard: (15)
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
autolycus
BSmith
Csargo
dcmort93
Double A
El Barto
Golden1Knight
Ishmael
Ituralde
Montmorency
Sprig
Visorslash
Zack

[seireikhaan]

[Visor]

Nice writeup GH.

[Visor]

Also, being the one who suggested the Spaceman kill - I'm definitely clear.

Vote: Ishmael

[Ituralde]

What a drunk binge it has been.

First things first: Vote: Ishmael.

If that lad be surviving another day I will leave ship tonight!

[Visor]

Both Andres and ATPG will be dying tonight fwiw. They're the two mentioned in the event.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Okay, all feedback PMs are out, please let me know if you spot any errors.

Also, I forgot to put in someone's feedback (I forget who), but you were attacked at night and survived.

[Visor]

Okay, all feedback PMs are out, please let me know if you spot any errors.

Also, I forgot to put in someone's feedback (I forget who), but you were attacked at night and survived.

Should've told them they died for lols.

[Ituralde]

Now on to the longer matters.

It really has been quite a drunken ride. I remember casting me votes, doing midnight duels two on two and waking up to a load of messages in this me inbox thing.
Just to be clear about it, i have this thing here (Tapatalk) that makes me appear present on the Presence (get it?) at all times, while in reality I may be drunk, or may be sleeping or whatever. So don't look too much at that.

That's why I not be joining this latest night action, Montmorency. Also an attack on Gaius, where did that come from?

I was goin to get to grips about the First Mates results, so far I have:
N1: Kagemusha guarding his gold, Double A throwing someone in the brig.
The rest would follow here, but the nights results are too interesting.

1: Ismahel survived a 4 person attack!? If that not be screaming French Overlord, I don't know what is.
2: We have our first conversion.
3: spaceman98 was a French goon, how interestin. This puts all the unflavoured roleblocks into perspective. Another reason to lynch Ishmael.

[dcmort93]

Obligatory Vote: Ishmael for the obvious reason of his continued existance

[Visor]

Thought you were gonna survive that vig did ya Gaius?

[Ituralde]

Thought you were gonna survive that vig did ya Gaius?

How did he die? The writeup mentions one defender and three separate attackers.

[Visor]

How did he die? The writeup mentions one defender and three separate attackers.

One of the attackers is presumably from a vig group.

One of them is the first mate.

Another is unknown.

[Visor]

I can say with some confidence that Andres and Jim were definitely not starting Frenchmen.

[Ituralde]

So i can add to me list:

N6: Killed Gaius Scribonius Curio?

Any idea why he be doin this instead of investigatin?

[Ituralde]

Personally I think visor is good. T2 scan came back as not susceptible and confirmed him throwing someone in the brig.

This goes on me list.

N5: Double Scan of Visorslash: Threw someone in the brig and not susceptible for conversion.

Why you only be thinkin Visor is good, when the double scan should give you his exact role?

[Visor]

So i can add to me list:

N6: Killed Gaius Scribonius Curio?

Any idea why he be doin this instead of investigatin?

Because I knew the bloody vig was going to fall through - Gaius has been playing silly buggers all game.

[dcmort93]

So i can add to me list:

N6: Killed Gaius Scribonius Curio?

Any idea why he be doin this instead of investigatin?

Cause' investigatin' be a waste o' time

[Visor]

This goes on me list.

N5: Double Scan of Visorslash: Threw someone in the brig and not susceptible for conversion.

Why you only be thinkin Visor is good, when the double scan should give you his exact role?

Mate, I organised a vig on spaceman N1. The ONLY flipped french so far.

I am not even in the picture.

[dcmort93]

This goes on me list.

N5: Double Scan of Visorslash: Threw someone in the brig and not susceptible for conversion.

Why you only be thinkin Visor is good, when the double scan should give you his exact role?

T2 doesn't give role, only susceptibility and actions

[Ituralde]

T2 doesn't give role, only susceptibility and actions

My bad. I misremembered this quote:

Night before bsmith was killin', khaan be stealin'.
Last night bsmith scanned as innocent and unsuspectible to conversion. Who knows what kind of godfather-y roles there are out there though.

That was N2 and N3 for those writing this down at home. I jumped from innocent to Able Seaman.