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[subecho]

[ So you're on a boat, you're on a boat
Take a good hard look
At the bloody awesome pirate boat. As it seems to be Kanye-shrugging on its way into the beautiful horizon.

The camera rooooooolls on board, hits someone's spare glass eye, stumbles across a treasure box holding only two gold pieces and a hastily scribbled "I BE OWIN YE message tucked in, and finally focuses on First Mate Thor the... Terrible? fussing on deck, because - ]

Captain on booooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaard.

[ The camera takes a brief dip in a rum bucket, but floats right back up to show... a hatted bear sniffing the deck, turning to stare deeply and meaningfully in the horizon, then promptly heading for the cabin for its 3927204789th nap.

There is silence. Some awkward clapping. Polite coughing. Then, Thor is done translating instructions:]

Aye! T' Cap'n be saying: sharpen'em knives, kiss t'Luck Token, and be bleedin' them scallywags who hoist their Crown colours. Girl! Get the lass with the hair, there be treasure in the... sea... somewhere, t' Cap'n gone smelled it. Ready t'mermaid, and -

[ ...oh snap, is that an upcoming whale in the distance.

Oh. Oh, no, no. Thank God. That, ladies and gentlemen, is a kraken. But don't you worry: it just wants to make friends. ]

- ...don't be hitting t' kraken.


[ ooc: OKAY, SO. Absolutely anyone is welcome to crash on the Hringhorni at any point, idc how characters get here: they were here all along, they float in on a raft previously stuck in the middle of the ocean, they were drunk and stuck in a mackerel barrel with the rest of supplies, a giant eagle drops them on deck, they burst free from the insides of a captured shark - idk and idc, just jump right in, it's an anyone threadjack everyone kind of thing. ]

[ current crew: the Captain (a bear), the first mate (a Thor), the Mistress of Arms (Lara Croft), a Kraken Hunter (Hei), an all-respected Good Luck Charm (Captain America), a treasure-retriever/cook (Rapunzel), 'the Lady' - a ghost who is actually a stowaway, another stowaway (Serrure), pirate liaison who will likely sell them in (Loki), a makeshift mermaid (Sif), a plethora of NPCs and you. ]

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[unflagging]

[What's this? A pod...nay, a fleet, a veritable fleet of sea creatures--dolphins and whales and orca and sharks--fleeing before the Kraken (because even sharks know when the GTFO). And on the back of one of the orca, the king of the killer whales, lord of the wolves of the sea, there appears to be...a rider...

Who hails the ship as the fleet rushes past.]

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[ Can... can it be?

Can this be what Captain!Bear was secretly glancing at all along? Can it but be? It is. Surely.

The bear's kokoro thuds in magnificent recognition -- ]

i am not sorry. also, keywords.

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[ As does the kraken's, because what's a young adult pirate novel without a love triangle.

As the ship throws down a ladder, one of the kraken's PG oriented tentacles circles Flagg's orca, undulating enticingly, because hey, baby, hey, what do you say to leaving those filthy pirates along and going for a hot night of cephalopod lovin' instead?

Yeah, gorgeous, yeah. Look at those rings pulse. ]

video;

[asofwar]

The mermaid has a name.

video; 1/2

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The mermaid be a merrrrmaid.

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Don't be hittin', mermaid.

video - pirate-jacked!

[ladycroft]

What is your name, so that I might address you properly?

[Because the ladies should stick together.]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Kraken hunters are fearless. Powerful. Like the monsters they pursue, they possess a certain predatory instinct. If they see something they desire, they don't ask. They don't deny themselves. ]

[ They take. ]

[mortemscintilla]

[ ........Which must explain why red-faced, hand-wringing, feet-shuffling Li is hovering at the Mermaid's elbow. ]

Um. I think -- [ With a deep breath, as if the normal amount of air is insufficient in the face of such grandeur. ] Ye've a face that'd fill the scurviest, most chum-smellin' swab with a heartful of worshipfultude.

[doeswhathewants]

Why are you the mermaid and not goldilocks?

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[yourbestguysgun]

[ After taking the redheaded girl hostage, he has no choice but to keep going on his mission. This ship has something he needs and he will get it or his captain won't be too pleased. He's toogood at what he does to walk the plank.

So he keeps going. Boarding the ship and while they're all busy with the treasure he's sneaking down beneath the bow of the ship, his hook glinting in the dim light. ]

..... : )

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[ Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar an intruder blows!

But don't anyone worry, the Hringhorni is a lovely, welcoming ship, so the committee makes a quick arrival.

Five exceptionally well-fed, lazy seagulls accost their guest, taking a seat on whichever part of Sgt. Barnest they can.

A sixth plops down on the hook.

You know.

Just chilling. ]

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[cupio]

[ Because she is a nice stowaway she is finding her way from her crate and carting the drawings of the first mate up to his room. It's her way of silently thanking them for passage even though they don't know she's here.

GODDAMN THE GHOST STRIKES AGAIN. ]

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[ Ah, sea, sunshine, a good cup of rum in hand, and -

...HORROR ON HIS CABIN DOOR, OH ODIN, OH ODIN, WHY HIM. ]

The Lady... t'Lady be choosing...


[ And the manly man pirate be blanching. ]

[punchedhitler]

Please don't kiss the Luck Token. A handshake is fine.

[subecho]

Cap'n's orders.

[asofwar]

So I'm to be off without a token? And in these garbs?

[tangledintower]

But what if I catch a shark in my hair? I need your luck to catch treasure!

[coldchaos]

Do you intend to parlay with it, Thor? Perhaps challenge it to a drinking contest? If all else fails, we could throw the mermaid at it and flee.

[Is he seriously the only one who has qualms with the captain being a bear?]

[asofwar]

Or throw yourself at it.

[doeswhathewants]

[These are the worst pirates ever.

...but he's totally stealing those last gold pieces. And hoping they actually get some treasure from the next ship they take.]

[tangledintower]

[We are not the worst pirates ever. If we were, we wouldn't be sneaking up on stowaways stealing gold pieces, would we now?]

Well well well. Look what we have here. A little rat, sneaking off with our gold.

[You are sooo lucky she's the one who caught you, and not the mermaid.]

Action!

[tangledintower]

[Did somebody call for the lass with the hair? Here comes Rapunzel, decked out in pirate gear, hair wild and blowing in the wind.]

The captain called for me, sir?

[She gives a polite nod to the bear, because he is a good and honorable captain.]

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[ Odin bless the lass with the hair, she knows the respect.

Also, the captain seems very much drawn to her hands, which suggests either that Rapunzel has once again busied herself with the crew's dinner desserts, or - Thor is far more inclined to think - the Captain is amorous. ]

Be... be we talkin' your future one day, lass. T'Cap'n will make a decent lass of you, don't be fearing.

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[affectioning]

[ He never belonged in the world of wealth and privilege he'd come from. It was either military or medical school. Too many holidays, too many expectations, too much happens and something inside him breaks. That, and he's always been a pretty bad kid. Not bad for bad's sake - but bad nonetheless.

He goes ship to ship, providing medical attention when need be. He works for food, for adventure. And when he feels like it, he volunteers to be a really bad guy. Also, does anybody else notice the captain of this ship is a bear? A freaking bear? Is he taking crazy pills?

Right now, he's on deck, sitting on a crate. But, he stands. Someone has to call this guy out. ]

And, how is it you understand him? Are you not just expressing what it is, you want? [ And then he sees it. The Kraken. He's transfixed. Never mind his point. Also, it's possible - magic and krakens. Why can't Thor understand a BEAR? ]

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[ Seated besides Young Scott, Mates Davis and Farraday agree - vocally, because barely revived skeletons have unfortunate complexes against extended periods of silence, and their jaws bones tend to gnash against each other precisely every 3 min 26 seconds anyway.

But they partake of Young Scott's qualms, for all that Davis has a sneaking suspicion Young Scott's background entitles him to an upcoming, sassy tenure as a pirate flick main character, and so all mates have a sworn duty to oppress him periodically, thus justifying his inevitable Turn to the Light Side.

Alas, the day of that particular reckoning is not yet here, and as Thor turns to search his mortal enemy, the man with actual common sense, Farraday and Davis take a moment to pat Scott's back and reassure him - ]

Yoooouuuu... gessssssss....g-ge.... getttt..... hmmmmm....

[ Thor, meanwhile is unimpressed.

Then again, a man who regularly interprets for an ursine is hard to rouse to enthusiasm. ]

Be you judgin' the Cap'n's words?

Zounds!

[ladycroft]

[Is Lara the only one not cursed? Not that it bothers her, because this whole adventure thing has distracted her from the fact that she's trapped in a strange dimension and can't reach anyone on her mobile. Being the Mistress of Arms seemed logical to her, so when she responds to Thor's cry, she arrives on deck in tight, black trousers, tight black corset under a long-sleeved, black fancy shirt akin to pirate fashion and tall, black boots. Her leather belt has a holding place for a long, black leather whip, her two guns,and a dagger. There is a blade sheath in a pouch in each of her boots and a bandolier of bullets diagonally across her chest. Her buckle is the one she arrived with: a grinning skull design. Very apt. Her hair is in its usual long braid. She looks like a pirate queen from a classy wet dream.

Though she probably is cursed and just doesn't want to think about it.]

What's the alarm?

[Then remembers: pirate-talk, right.]

What be the alarm?

[subecho]

[ The Mistress of Arms, good, at long last - and without a cohort of serenading skeletons behind'er! Lovely. Excellent. Whenever new captains ask his say on which crew members are vital to the cast, Thor never fails to mention the Mistress of Arms: no one earns you instant undead and amorous cronies quite as fast.

For now, he'll happily point her the way of the giant sea monster from hell. ]

There be an -

[ ...the kraken raises a tentacle in half-wave. ]

...amiable kraken.

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[mortemscintilla]

[ This curse is ridiculous. ]

[ The whole ship smells of bilge and rotting wood; everything is poorly lit and dank, the deck is rolling and pitching; everyone is falling against everything like goddamn bowling pins. Something pings off his cheek, and when he touches it, his hand comes away slimy. Ew. Kraken spit-up. The offending monster has submerged back into the ocean. There's almost nothing visible now except black roiling tentacles across the surface of the water. ]

[ Retching, 'Li' clings to the crow's nest, his stomach seeming to want to switch places with his brain. ]

My head... [ Then, in a moment of self-awareness, he mumbles in pirate-lingo. ] Neptune's seaweedy bollocks, I can feel me brain meltin'...

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[subecho]

[ Just in time to be met with skeleton Mate Davis' hand on his shoulder, then a just as bony Farraday's on his back, patting away with merry appreciation.

First time sailors. They remember what it was like to be so green. And to have the internal organs to throw up. ]

Gesssshhhhh... shome.... lemmmm.... mmmmm...mmmmm....

[ Damn it, consonants. ]

...monssssss in yeeee...

action;

[sleepingstar]

[Pai swings onto the deck from another ship. She's curious about the kraken.]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ ... fghkl ]

[ THERE YOU ARE, MISSY. JUST WAIT 'TILL HE STOPS PUKING LONG ENOUGH TO GET HIS HANDS ON YOU X( ]