RP: Battle on the High Seas

[Jack Teach]

Jack growls. He leans back in his chair and creates a cloud of smoke with his short clay pipe, puffing on it furiously. He sits there for five minutes before looking over at Carl

Wanna go get some gin? There's a little shop that sells it a few blocks away from here. It's quite good.

[DezNutz]

John moves next to Carl and speaks quietly.

Impressive, a French Admiral. I'm surprised he's made it to that rank and survived. Most French Admirals go down with their ships.

[Meliva]

Carl nods to Jack

Sounds good to me.

He looks to John

Eh wouldn't be surprised if he's the kind of man who would leave his sinking ship. He's already backstabbed us. Do keep an eye on him and his men. Ryan should do a good job of keeping an eye on him though.

[Jack Teach]

Jack jumps up, grinning a bit.

Follow me

[Henry Avery]

Dreadbolt was relaxing in a tavern near the docks, so close in fact, you could see his ship in the harbor. It was a hulking beast of a warship, thirty guns a side and 5 chasers at either end, painted a rich red color, with black sails. As with his previous ship, a large ram was mounted to the bow, top just barely visible above the waterline. A french flag snapped from her mainmast and another from her stern. He had a plate of food before him, a richly seasoned slice of ham and a shepherd's pie, as well a tankard of imported italian wine he'd brought from his ship. His spike had indeed seen an upgrade as well, no longer fashioned from a twisted dagger blade, and instead being a smithed steel spike, with a hooked guard at the base which served to catch blades and snap them. It was also carved with intricate designs, which served a purpose more sinister than decoration- they made it so that wounds caused by it took a very long time to heal, as the wound wasn't a perfect puncture.

[Meliva]

Carl and Ryan both follow Jack into the tavern, where they both order some Gin along with a plate of food. Both digging in. Ryan loses his mustache into his drink but just puts on a different one from his pocket in the blink of an eye.

[Jack Teach]

As they eat and drink a ruckus begins to form outside the little shop. The pirates that Jack took a few weeks earlier are being led away to be hung. People pelt them with dried fruit and curse them as they pass by. Rather than being afraid, the ten men are looking around at all the ships coming in and snickering. One of them shouts to a shipmate

ay bob, you see all these ships? They actually think they'll get Myngs? 'magine that! No one can I tell ya!

His friend wheezes with laughter. A guard strikes the pirate with a cudgel, silencing him. Jack looks over at Carl.

We got everything we can out of them, couldn't get much unfortunately. It's pretty strange. We even offered them a pardon. Only one took it and he had a knock on the head on the way so it's not as if he could remember anything anyway. The only information we've got about their defenses is their ship number and where they currently reside. Both of those factors could change but it's not like a fleet of the size he's got would go unnoticed.

[Henry Avery]

Dreadbolt pauses, looking out the window before scoffing and saying to no one in particular:

"Tsk, hanging is far too good for that sort of folk- ya ought to hang them in cages from the fort walls and let them starve to death as the ravens feast upon them."

[DezNutz]

John looks to Jack.

You must not have tried very hard to get information from them.

[Jack Teach]

Jack takes a sip of his drink

I didn't to the torturing, don't even believe in the practice myself.

Jack sighs and looks into his glass

I was only informed later.