The Terror Of The Seas!

[Tentoa 3161]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2jzDa3p-JE

It was a calm afternoon in the seas bordering the fringe, the sound cheerful shanty sung by hard working sailors carried on the air. Captain Tobias Filch ran a tight ship, quite literally. His crew were honest, hard-working men with a passion for the life they lead at sea. 

Tobias himself was a worn looking man, around the age of thirty seven and covered in hair. He was a burly, rough sort and held no taste for excess or finery. Save for a rather expensive silver pocket watch that he kept in his right coat-pocket (Though that held sentimental value, rather than fiscal).The dusty sailor laid in wait within his cabin with an ink-dipped quill in hand and a checklist of inventory before him; the most boring and repetitive of all his duties was to check the inventory and stock of the ship but it was arguably the most important of them as well. Growing weary quickly of scribbling notes on the page Tobias haphazardly tossed the quill into its ink-pot and leaned back far into his armchair, scooping the brown bottle of rum beside him for a drink.

The burly sailor had all but gotten comfortable when a firm knock came at his door, the voice of a spry young cabin-boy that Tobias had taken under his wing at the death of his father came through the door like a gulls screech. "Cap'n! Poirates!" the cockney-voiced boy called in a distressed yell. Tobias lept at the word, slamming his bottle into the table with an echoing 'thunk' as he stormed outside quick as lightning; fumbling to yank his sword off of the coat-rack by his door. As he slammed through the door Tobias almost knocked over the poor cabin boy with his rush. "Wot's goin on lads?!" he shouted in a grizzled, angered tone as he stomped on deck. Turning to port Tobias made his way to his look out, who had his eye firmly planted against the small end of his spy glass which he offered to Tobias upon his approach.

The grumpy captain raised the spyglass to his eyes and looked at the source of the crews fuss, sure enough the first thing in the captain's vision was a Schooner, armed with what appears to be cannons on its starboard side. At the top of its mast was a balck flag with two dancing skeletons upon it, confirming Tobias' suspicions of piracy. What was more alarming that the ship was quickly drifting toward his own, the crew on the deck while hard to make out in detail were seen scrambling about at the order of someone in a bright yellow coat. Tobias grunted and lowered the spyglass, a heavy frown decorating his face.

"Arm yerselves lads! Full sails, we'll outrun 'em if we can but If they're lookin' fer mischief we'll give 'em mischief! We'll give 'em Iblees own!"

Tobias shoved the spyglass back into his lookout and turned on his heel toward the helm of the ship, stomping up the stairs above his cabin to his helmsman he nodded and leaned against the railing on the aft of his brig. The old captain payed no mind to his scrambling crew, dutifully carrying out his command to the letter. In the dreadful silence that followed Tobias thoughts drifted to the expression 'the calm before the storm' only the sound of gull calls and the crashing waves were all that managed to penetrate his concentration, his gaze set upon the fast-approaching schooner and its dastardly crew.

As the vessel drifted closer Tobias took notice of what seemed to be giving orders on the ship. An odd looking man it seemed, donned in a captains hat and concealing yellow robes, hardly proper ship attire to say the least. But what was more concerning was the crew, a miss-matched bunch of men, women, dwarves and what looked to be a man covered in stone. Each of them armed and equally as oddly dressed as their commander. "Wot sorta' nonsense.." Tobias murmured to himself, returning his glare to the yellow robed captain.

The two ships soon became side by side, Tobias' larger brig and the pirate Schooner sailed with one another for some time before the eccentric captain of the pirates made his way to onto the deck and drew his cutlass, Tobias and crew were stunned by what they saw, whatever lurked beneath those robes was not human in the slightest it pointed the cutlass toward Tobias' crew with not hands, but ivory tentacles. "Argh! Which o ye pathetic sods be tha' captain o' this vessal?!" the creature drew out in an almost feminine baritone, its wispy voice carrying across the calm sea to the crew of Tobias. 

"Ah be tha' captain o' this ship." Tobias barked as he stomped down the stairs from the helm of his ship, trudging across the deck as he spoke to the pirates. "Captain Tobias Filch, and if yer' lookin fer a fight, we'll be happy te' oblidge ye." The odd looking creature began to chuckle, almost mockingly toward Tobias as his crew trained crossbows across the bow of the schooner, pointed directly at tobias' men. "Ah, we're not lookin' fer a fight! We're lookin fer blood and booty. An' we aim te take both from ya, unless yer' willing te comply an' give us tha latter!" 

Tobias couldn't believe the insolence of the silk-garbed creature, demanding his shipments, threatening his men. But Tobias knew that if he refused his men may be shot down, and they weren't fighters either just honest men who had signed on for a decent wage. He had no right to throw their lives away for his own pride and he knew that. "Aye...We'll give ye what ye want." Tobias spat out, the venom in his tone indicating displeasure. "Fantastic, An' when ye get to port don' be afraid te' tell 'em cap'n squishy sent ye'-" As he spoke the creature fell over, with the sudden sound of cracking wood. The schooner and its crew began to drift behind Tobias rapidly, and it was then he noticed that the pirates and rammed themselves into a sandbar and were falling far behind. The last thing that Tobias heard carried on the wind was the sound of one of the pirate's crew, a black haired human in a red bandanna uttering: "Godamnit Achan."

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Captain "Kidd" Hears rumors of the this Pirate crew, and their  flag of two dancing skeletions, he chuckles to himself. He reaches forward on the small ship quarters in front of him and takes a large swig of rum. He calls out to his crew, stepping out of the doorway.

 

"New' pirates on dis waters lads.." He calls with a roar of laughter, as the grug pours a bit onto his lips. "Kee' ye eyes peeled for dem dancin' skeletions and stoned dwarves." He roars, laughing at this rumor.

 

 

Men tell the worse lies to place fears in others..

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Goat drifts around in his small fishing raft "i suddenly feel terrified" he says

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Ayche blinks, snapping his notebook shut. He wonders why he suddenly feels a longing for the sea...

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.