The doorway ,constructed of stone from a century past, loomed silently over the Pirate Admiral. The grim darkness of the cell confided in him a wrenching, grasping, screaming, shrieking fear that nearly consumed him mind, body, and soul. But the young, yet experienced, pirate witheld the howls of terror that were to the point of bursting out of him. The air hung in an ominous way, much like he would be within a few hours. His antics were known spiral-wide, such as his stealing the jade dragon of the jade palace, or the theft of a thousand pirates expertly handled by his own crew. Ahh, his crew, he wondered where they were every second after his capture. Perhaps first mate Shepard had taken control of the ship, or had they already been executed?

The passing warden hummed a song that the Pirate Admiral had known since he was but a young lad,
Woe to ye sailor who cometh by
The blade of the black of the sea,
Who cometh by dark to steal what
Be made by the craftsman and
Honest man.
The song brought shivers to any young scallywag but not to the Pirate Admiral. He grimly thought it fitting for those who steal should be stolen of their life.

Please add to this, also this is my first Roleplay so, hope you enjoy it, btw fell free to continue the story.

Au'revoir!

{Very dramatic! I like it! The song is a very nice touch too.}

Now that Mr. Turnkey ( whom The Pirate Admiral had nicknamed Mr. Turkey) was sleeping on the job, the young woman passed the Pirate Admiral the disguise, which smelled faintly of pies. After putting it on, the Pirate Admiral realized that the disguise was actually polarian woman's wear. " Why do I have to wear this, it'll make me look stupid, and even more mysterious, why was he wearing these? "
The young woman said " Because I'm busting you out! Now be quiet and follow me." The Pirate Admiral was surprised. No one talked to him like that. No one. The two walked through the passages, suprisingly drawing little to no attention from the guards, except for one who tried to look up the Pirate Admiral's skirt, and that guard ended up with a three foot lump on his head that looked liked a handbag.

As the girl and the pirate admiral walked briskly through the halls, they could hear bickering from a cell down a side passage. The girl said under her breath, "Oh no," turned to the admiral and commanded, "Continue without me, but slowly. I'll catch up, I need to check something out." She spun into the side passage and strode away.
Following the bickering sound to a cell, she hissed, "Is that Scarlet?" She thought she might have seen some of these prisoners at the Avery's Court fountain, and decided to add them to the plan. She unlocked the door and said "Follow me."
Returning to the admiral she said, "Change of plan. We bluff our way through the guard posts, distract the guards, and these girls bash them on the head from behind." "Bash? With what?" She hands one of the girls a heavy metal tankard, gives another a solid metal pie plate, and to a third shows a spoon (sliding the spoons' handle off just enough to show the blade concealed on the other end). "Use it only if you have to," and hands over the spoon.

As the Pirate Admiral and the young woman travesed the narrow, dimly lit, stone halls and passed many guards who in the lighting appeared to be nothing more than shadows on the wall until they passed them and realized that they were not shades but dogs. The cold night air clung to the bones and ate away at any warmth it could get it's ghostly hands on. The Pirate Admiral soon learned that this "lady", if she should even be called by that had a tendency of reaching down into a hidden pocket on her long skirt handling something that faintly looked like a pistol whenever she was met by a guard who left their post to ask them a question.

As they turned the last corner an alarm blared signaling that someone had escaped; the Pirate Admiral quickly looked around in hopes of find a place where they could hide while the young woman took a gun out of her skirt-pocket. Guards rounded each corner and approached them cautiously, as to not give the young madame a reason to fire. A guard wearing a golden badge approached them more bravely than the others, obviously the commander of this dismal dungeon. The old dog began to speak, "Stay calm lass, just come with us and drop the weapon, Lest we resort to more violent means." At that moment he barked a command and all of the wardens and gaolers brought out a weapon of some kind, though only the guards had sparklocks. The young woman seeing she was obviously out gunned carefully lite the weapon slide out of her hand to fall to the ground. The dog came closer and said "Now I'm sorry to say this madame but you'll be locked up with him," then he gestured to the Pirate Admiral, "for the remainder of his stay, then I'll make a deal for your imancipation." The Pirate Admiral could not beleive this, neither it seemed could the young woman, than suddenly a gun went off and the jail went into bedlam.

{Hope you like this part. Salut.}

Calamity Finch on Oct 14, 2013 wrote:

Two unfamiliar male pirates, one a witch doctor, entered the melee from behind the guards. A pie pan flew through the air past Calamity's head to knock the guard holding her arm unconscious. She scooped up the pie pan and flung it into another guard's noggin, where it rebounded and was put to more good use by one of the girls. Another was laying about with the tankard knocking guards silly. The one with the "spoon" was slicing the guards suspenders (ooc: that's braces for any reading from the UK) making their pants fall down and trip them, adding to the general confusion. The admiral was swinging the purse as a cosh. Calamity ducked under a giant eyeball attacking the guard behind her, thinking What is this? Shift change? Why did there have to be so many guards now? She pulled out a perfume bottle and started spritzing knock out gas into the tripping guards faces. The last guard dropped, and she said curtly, "This way," muttering under her breath, " 'A simple extraction,' he said, 'Easy in, breeze out past the guards' he said. Is every prisoner going to stage a jailbreak tonight? Why me? I'll be having words with Shepard."

{Awesome addition! Salut!}

Calamity spun round at the loud clatter of iron bars, blue skirt swirling. As the prisoner stepped from his cell and spoke, he got some blank looks and a loud ,"Ha!" from Calamity. "Fine! Just what I needed. There's no point being quiet anymore with all this noise." To this latest prisoner, she bowed and said, "Hai, anata wa kangei sa rete iru (yes, you are welcome.) Since you have already joined us." Looking around, she said, "Boys, I suggest you grab some of these fine hunks of metal our new friend has provided us," pointing towards the fragmented cell bars. "Girls, lets open some cells!" She started pulling keys off the large ring and handing them out, muttering again, "'Just a quiet little breakout,' he said. Quiet, my foot! I say."
A penguin prisoner in a nearby cell cried out, "Zey are storming ze Bastille! Viva la Napoleguin!"
All the prisoners within earshot set up a clamor, hands, paws, and wings reaching through the bars.

his captain and greeted him with great pride. He told the Pirate Admiral of the income and the taxes that he had collected and stored for his arrival which he anticipated. Shepard was pleased that he had faithfully served and recued his captain who had given him hope since he went into the slums.

That night Shepard recalled strangely that though he was born to a rich family a thief, which he had imprisoned himself, had stolen everything. His years being nothing more than a dirty dog were miserable and hardly did he ever smile during that time, until his captain, who at that time had been a day away to being thirteen found him and made him exalted above all his crew. Shepard had been so thankful that he swore to always be loyal and protect him, though the Pirate Admiral had said "Do not think to do that, I am only doing for you what you would have done for me." Shepard had never met a pirate of such chivalry before. This pirate though did steal, but only to help his haven and his crew. The Pirate Admiral lived on deck of his ship even though he could live in a palace. Shepard had sworn to be faithful, and he would forever be.

The Pirate Admiral woke to a crisp morning, or rather evening since he fell into a deep slumber. The pirate Admiral as soon as he awakened thought of yet another adventure to embark on, this time with his new allies from the prison.

{Hope you like this, also my last two posts here are just my ending of the story, Salut!}

(OOC: I hate to sound rude, awkward, or mean, but I'm afraid the Japanese translations are incorrect. I'd know because anata/wa/watashi isn't used so many times in a sentence. And Calamity, your typing did not translate to 'you're welcome.'

Itashimashite: You're Welcome. The accurate translation should be 'Hai, itashimashite!'

As for Sly, hers was mostly correct. But it had some flaws, minor ones such as switched words and stuff. But just thought I'd help. )

The translations were wrong? Hmm... never trust Google Translate then. in truth, I know very little Japanese, just a few things I picked up from... something. Sorry if they're wrong in the future, but I'm no where near that fluency.

Calamity Finch on Oct 16, 2013 wrote:

As Calamity's ship sailed down the canal and into the skyway, she leaned on the rail watching the dawn, and thought about the night's events. Maybe she shouldn't have slapped Shepard like that, but she hated when people didn't give her all the facts. One would think he might have mentioned the admiral had been captured in port with 3 ships full of loyal pirate allies, all berserk to escape, or all the extra guards that had been put on duty due to the large number of prisoners. She could have planned for that, and kept them all much safer. Instead the escape had the subtlety of El Toro, trumpet included. Still, it wasn't like her to lose her temper like that, but it had been a very long night.

She was consoled and mollified by the little pouch of diamonds she'd been given over and above the agreed upon fee. Thinking back she started to chuckle. Pie pans, and spoons, and eyeballs oh my! It truly ranked as one of the more unique escapes she had been involved in . And the looks on those guards faces as they tripped on their own pants was something to cherish, as was the shameless flattery by the prisoner who exploded his cell door and then asked to join the escape.

Best of all, she won her bet with Captain Avery, that she couldn't get the admiral to wear a Polaran peasant girl's dress in public. She even, as agreed, had Mr. Swidget's signed and notarized statement testifying he had witnessed the admiral in the agreed upon dress on the streets, and at the docks, as he watched their escape. Bonnie Anne collected it for her and brought it to Thieve's Hideout with the ship. No weaseling out for Avery this time, she thought with a smile. "Set Sail for Skull Island."

OOC: This pirate character's personality is similar to my own, but I'm adding a hint of crazy for some extra humor. XD

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"Whew!" A girl stood up from behind some crates, revealing herself for the first time and surprising everyone, some of them even drawing weapons. "'Ey, 'ey, 'ey! Easy there, fellas!" The girl's speech was littered with all sort of different pronunciations, like this girl was fluent in so many languages that she ultimately couldn't decide which one she belonged to. Just from looking at her, everyone could tell that this girl was odd. She had short white hair that was worn in a man's military crop, eyes so blue they almost hurt to look at her, and an audacious grin that, by the looks of her cheeks, seldom left her face. Her face and clothes were smeared with dirt, and she wore a Dragonspyre Captain's attire, a satchel hanging on her smallish frame.

It seemed she had some sort of full-body twitching problem, because she quite simply could not be still. Both of her boots were tapping to an endless rhythm of sorts, and her hands were moving around constantly, whether tapping on her hip bones to the same rhythm as her feet or shifting and adjusting her satchel. Her eyes had an almost wild look about them, like a mad scientist who had been exiled for their ideas, which she pretty much had been.

Her grin never faltered as she cartoonishly wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "Gee, thanks, guys! I dunno how I would have escaped that nasty ol' prison without you!" She sauntered her way over to the others, who were too stunned to do anything, and she exaggeratedly shook each of their hands, nearly jarring their arms right out of the sockets. "Pleasure to meet you all! Call me J.P., I'll be your new crewmate! We're gonna be the bestest of friends, we are!" For a moment she paused, her expression taking on one of complete and utter seriousness. "I'm warnin' you, though," she said, her voice a dangerous tone. Then her eyes lit up again and she squeezed the people nearest to her. "Imma a huggah!"

A cell left locked. A man slipping away into insanity, his figures mangled and scratched, his eyes bouncing up and down to the new commotion outside. His chains were tight on, the scars beneath his wrists from escape attempts proved so. He giggled a little bit. hearing the screams of the guards outside, his giggle soon turned into a maniacal laugh, he finally found a shard of metal and broke off his chains. He pounded on the door to be let free. For a voice to respond with kindness. But his mind was far behind what it used to be. The dirtied tag on his prison uniform read Kenneth Maxwell, a famed assassin indeed. Until that is. He was caught, he looked through the little bar window on his cell door and pounded as hard as he could, his knuckles literally smashing the door, a little crack in each hit, and with each hit the pain got worse.
He just needed out, and he didn't care at what cost.

Scratch went to talk to Captain Calamity in private. "I and I be feeling something bad with that boy, my Captain. Dat boy, he find some powerful bad mojo in dat prison cell. Dere be tings in de dark, where pain and suffering live. He not be finding some strong good mojo, his mind, it not be leaving dat prison forever. De dark spirit be using him to daywalk soon."
"I hear you Scratch. We'll take him to Madame Vadima first, then I'll visit Avery so he can settle up with us on that bet."
Later Captain Calamity had a word with the stowaway. "We have to run some important errands on Skull Island. If you want to sign on with us for a while, you are welcome. You can take some liberty on Skull Island to decide or tag along with us. You can give me your answer before we next sail."
Disembarking at Skull Island, Calamity and a few of her crew escorted Kennith Maxwell to Vadima's lair.
"Ah you are here at last." Funny how she seemed to expect them. "The crystal is clouded, but bars shadow your mind and evil dogs your steps, young Maxwell. I can tell you little but that you voyage in the right direction and the green path may be your salvation." "What? but I don't even know where I'm going." said Maxwell with a haunted look. "Enough. You must hurry, timing is crucial. Go. Now!"
It never being a good idea to question a witchdoctor using that tone, they went. Standing in the courtyard, they looked around at each other wondering. "Now what?" 'Where do we go?" "What are we supposed to do?" "Why are oracle types always so annoyingly obscure?" "Who said that? We're only just outside, she might hear you!" "Or worse, she might hear you at any distance."
Uncertainly Calamity said,"I guess we should just do what we'd already planned to do and visit Avery." For lack of other ideas, that's what they did.