by Hpwizard » Wed Mar 23, 2022 2:14 am
The palm trees appeared on the horizons, little green specks marking the destination for the young Duke, HPWizard. He straightened his maroon coat and adjusted his wig, ensuring that the white curls were perfectly in place; he had to look impeccable. After all, a lone Ship of the Line would not impress the man he was hoping to meet with. Well, his whole fleet wouldn't have been enough, even if he had not sent the rest of his ships to other dignitaries residing in golden palaces or overseeing seemingly-endless fields growing cotton and tobacco.
The ship reached the dock of San Juan, and HP tied the ship to a mooring before stepping onto the dock alongside two of his senior officers. They followed a cobblestone road, past a variety of food stands and a group of children sparring with wooden swords, until they came to a magnificent villa. This was where the esteemed King, EdwardTeach, was said to reside.
HP and his party waited at the gate until an attendant came to greet them. "Can you give this to His Grace, EdwardTeach?" HP began, handing the man a scroll. "I hope to meet with him at his earliest convenience."
"His Grace is not around. An armada of pirates was spotted off our shores, and that problem is being ... resolved as we speak."
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Weeks had passed, and the Pirates Glory Fantasy Draft Expeditionary Crew was coming together. EdwardTeach returned from his pirate hunting adventure, the crew of multiple Men of War taken prisoner and a sizeable haul transferred to his coffers. A quick meeting later, and he was leaving his island alongside HP. When they had stopped at a market some days later, they found the young Ahmad_R selling tools he had produced in his workshops. Their craftsmanship was stunning, and HP quickly invited Ahmad_R to join his crew. Kangaroo arrived from his massive plantation the following week, along with a message that PulPop had some business he needed to finish at his bank and would be arriving shortly -- it seemed he discovered a handful of Credits that were owned by someone other than him, and he needed to rectify the situation to restore his Credit monopoly. And José Gasparila came straight from his throne room in the United States.
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HP took the scroll from the Commander of the fleet he had sent out to Captain da Vinci. He untied the gilded velvet bow, being careful not to rip the unnecessarily-expensive wrapping, and looked over the note.
"What's this? He wants to meet with me in person before deciding whether or not to accept?" HP walked over to the calendar nailed to the vessel's walls, frowning as he started counting the days. There was not going to be enough time for him to assemble the rest of his crew. Do I just settle for an alternative? Or do I make this journey, and resign myself to filling out my crew with the first Toms or Joes I encounter in a tavern, landlubbers or not. Or I suppose I could just call forth the Flying Dutchman.
HP Wizard gathered the men he had invited to the expedition and started chanting the ancient lines that would summon the ghost ship. The sea in a small region next to the ship became choppy, and a dark shadow appeared in its center. Then a grey sail rose from the water, followed by the rest of the ship. It was illuminated in a ghostly, yellow light that still creeped him out whenever the ship lined up alongside his own. Still, HP Wizard climbed the railing and leapt onto the Flying Dutchman with practiced ease, and the rest of the men quickly followed. And once they were aboard, the ghost ship lurched forward into a swirling grey cloud with flashes of bright colors. It would only take moments for the ship to appear halfway across the globe.
The swirling grey cloud dissipated, and HP looked out towards a port city with golden-domed buildings glistening in the midday sun. After they stepped ashore, he looked back to see the ghost ship sink into to the sparkling, dark blue water. He also noticed a dockyard, filled with rows upon rows of ships. "There must be hundreds of ships, thousands even," HP noted. "Is this where all of the nobles and the Bourgeoisie keep their ships?"
José chuckled first. "Not quite. That is Captain da Vinci's private property. Last I heard there were 16,000 ships in there, all owned by this one man. And that was quite a while ago, so the number may be even higher now."
"Oh," HP said, a red tint seeping into his cheeks. "I suppose with all of those ships, it shouldn't be a surprise that he collects crowns like the average sailor might collect casks of rum. 75 crowns, if I'm not mistaken?"
"Yep," Kangaroo replied. "He recently conquered Spain singlehandedly, waging war against some of the wealthiest men in Avonmora for crown 74, and then he moved across the Mediterranean and settled in Morocco to get one more." With that, the group started making their way to the palace where they could meet with the eminent King.
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Cheers and drunken merriment could be heard from the tavern down by the bay. This was one of the places where pirates and privateers tended to gather, so it didn’t take much imagination to figure out what they were celebrating. And a few successful pirates would make a mighty fine addition to the team.
HP led his crew, all carrying their cutlass (as this was not a place to be without one) and filed inside. They found a table, allowed it to become vacant (not that they forced the previous occupant to get up or anything), and sat down around the table. EdwardTeach went to get the rum, while HP looked around for three honored guests. He found two of them -- Banger and Cutpurse -- and approached them, interrupting their argument about whose haul was more valuable. Cutpurse had carried stacks upon stacks of gold bars off a convoy of merchant ships, while Banger just took a whole ship-of-the-line, cargo and all. “Come, discuss your exploits over some rum with my Pirates Glory Fantasy Draft team, and your dispute can be settled by some of the greatest kings and tycoons Avonmora has ever seen.”
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The following morning, Argo was sitting on the dock, staring out to the grey-green churning seas beyond the stillness of the bay. Feeling under the weather from a rather extended period of casting voodoo spells, she watched the Merchantmen and Galleons plying back and forth. Traders and merchants doing their thing... and her wanting their things.
She started heading to the market to figure out what goods were available for the taking, when she took a left turn at the chandlery and ended up on the streets of Slack. She spotted an old sea hag, who mentioned that HP Wizard was looking for her down on the docks... something about a crew. I wonder what HP wants she thought as she turned on her heels back to the port.
Upon arrival at HP’s mooring, Argo found the crew busy loading and unloading, stacking, packing and polishing as if in preparation for a historical battle. On entering the main cabin, she was greeted by that notoriously fearsome rogue EdwardTeach. "Shiver me timbers!! What’s going on when the famed and feared Blackbeard greets you?” The cabin was plush and luxurious, and fabrics lay about everywhere. Upon entering, all chatter stopped and 3 more famous faces turned to her. They sat around a grand walnut table in their finery, jewels on their fingers catching the dim light of the lanterns. There was Pulpop, that mercenary ****** pirate of old … Captain King da Vinci, from that old draft years ago, and Kangaroo, dressed in his elegant robes, gold thread and finery.
Why, these are wealthy fancy gentlemen and I am mere sea robbing pirate .. I am out of place here she thought to herself. But then, HP entered and greeted her, looking every bit the part of captain even though his face held so much youth, holding out his hand. His wide smile made Argo feel most welcome. "Welcome to Fantasy Draft IX. I am your Captain, HPWizard."
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That evening, as the crew lounged on deck watching the sunset and drinking rum, a strange object seemed to fall from the sky, as if hurled by the sun itself. HPWizard ran over to the telescope to see what it was, while the crew muttered guesses of their own.
"That looks like PhoenixKnight," Argo said with a smile. And sure enough, there was the adventurous maniac, in his red and gold robes hurling through the air on a flying machine, with a giant wooden crate trailing behind him. HPWizard ordered the ship to turn to meet him, who was losing altitude and approaching the water. The airship touched the sea alongside HP's Ship of the Line, and the crew hoisted PhoenixKnight and his cargo all on board.
HP addressed Phoenix. “You are late, sailor. I was worried that I'd be shorthanded without you being here.”
PhoenixKnight grinned. "Apologies captain, but it was for good reason. After negotiating a treaty between some monarchs, I heard tales of a mad fellow making wonderous things in Italy. I had met the man way back and went to investigate the rumors. He was commissioned by the King of France to make new cannon balls that the seas have never seen. Orbs that could pierce through any hull, causing a big explosion, and sink even a Frigate with a single shot. I told myself I’d be damned if some king got his hands on them, so I went there and took it. But Alas! I was recognized and could not return to the harbor. Luckily that scientist had this flying boat that he showed last year. I loaded the chest onto it and flew it out of his tower. Five days I have been flying, I tell you, looking for you. Looks like the winds of luck were with me after all, since I found you before I went down.”
HPWizard smiled and pat PhoenixKnight on the back. "Well done my man. These will be a nice secret weapon if we end up in a fight. I shall reward you when we win our keep."