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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 2, 2017 20:04:13 GMT -5
Their masts had gotten tangled, so the Sylvester Crastvin was stuck to the Scrap Iron Dreadnought despite what had happened.
Captain Denbrook, enraged that Pirates would dare board his vessel, ordered "the nets" be thrown over the side to buy them some time.
As the initial group climbed over the side, they were taken off guard as nets with weights tied to the ends were thrown over the side, forcefully dragging these men off the sides of the ship, and down to the water. The weights threatened to drag the men down to a watery grave; their cries for help distracting some of the sailors.
"This isn't my first rodeo, boy! I've fought enough pirates to know how to play dirty!" Captain Denbrook taunted as he aimed and fired one of the smaller cannons. It's explosive shell hit the rear-most mast, causing it to collapse backwards and fall into the ocean.
"He destroyed our mizzenmast!" One of the men shouted.
"You'll pay for this!" Pett shouted as he ordered the next group to move in to board. Some of the Navy men fled back to the Sylvester Crastvin under the cover of musket fire, while others stood their ground and kept fighting.
On another part of the deck, a crafty sailor found some powder kegs near a cannon, and set fire to a rag, throwing it on top of the powder.
"That ought to distract them" he thought to himself as he ran back towards the Sylvester Crastvin.
......
In the Nobility Town, the revolutionaries had suffered minimal casualties as they regrouped.
"How's it fairing so far?" Tuggington asked as he regrouped with Frank
"Casualties are less than 120, but if we're going to take The Hill, we're going to have to move quickly. The sun will be setting in about 90 minutes and I really do not want to fight at night" Frank explained.
"The surviving troops have been routed, we are ready to move in when you are" Tuggington explained as everyone regrouped.
Amassing outside The Hill, Bernard Crastvin looked down as he saw the assembled revolutionaries just outside his house.
Just then, the assembled group of revolutionaries started singing "A Nation Once Again," as the pirates looked on.
"What is this, a war or a choir?" Bernard asked himself, confused.
......
A nation once again! A nation once again! And our land long a province be A nation once again!
"Sir, what are they doing?" Tiergan asked.
"Guess it's their way of flipping him off before moving in" Tuggington shrugged.
"Gotta admit though, good song" Taylor pointed out.
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Post by Tug on Apr 2, 2017 20:19:33 GMT -5
Back at the naval battle, Pett was angry, and giving out orders...
"Bellona! Take care of the mast situation! I have a plan! Someone get me a breeching cannon!" screamed Pett under the musket fire...
Bellona, the Master Gunner of the Mechanized Pirates, knew exactly what Pett was asking about and proceeded to fire a cannon at the arms of the Sylvester Crastvin's masts entangled in their ship's own, freeing the Scrap Iron Dreadnought of their eventual escape...
"She's ready Pett!" yelled Bellona as he shot a blunderbuss at an approaching enemy...
"Pet, we couldn't find a breeching cannon quick enough, but we found a rope gun..." shouted a pirate over the cannon fire
"That will do! Watch me cut off the Snake's head boys! When I'm back, be ready make our getaway, Mahjella, if I don't come back, sail her back to port for me..." laughed Pett as he aimed the rifle
"I will..." said a surprised Mahjella, now having respect for the pirate crew after helping fight alongside them in this battle...
"Alright, watch my ship for me!" yelled Pett as he fired the rope gun at the broken mast's arm, pulling him up onto the deck of the Sylvester Crastvin nearby Captain Denbrook himself... Pett had his maul ready the entire time...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 2, 2017 21:14:50 GMT -5
Denbrook drew a pistol and aimed right at Pett. "Hmm... a maul? Most interesting, not a common choice for pirates. You're only the eighth one I've encountered. But really I am impressed, no one has ever done this much damage to the Sylvester Crastvin before... and when I'm done, no one ever will again" he said, shooting the pistol and then going into battle with Pett.
"You know what the problem with mauls are? They are glorified, heavy, giant hammers! They may pack a punch but they require a lot of effort to set up for a hit, and don't even get me started on recovery time! So how do you fight a maul? Be faster than the guy wielding it!" He said, dodging Pett as he swung his maul. they fought for several minutes until at last, Denbrook managed to get behind Pett and hold his sword right up to his neck.
"You're not my first pirate boy, and you're not the last. Any final words" Denbrook said, ready to strike
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Post by Tug on Apr 2, 2017 21:24:50 GMT -5
"Who said I only wield a maul?" laughed Pett as he fired a pistol strapped backward on his hip, hidden from view, point blank at Denbrook, piercing his groin, dropping him to the ground and the sword out of his hand as well...
"You underestimated the power and fury of the Mechanized Pirates, even without the Captain on board... You learned the hard way, never mess with a shipwright's masterpiece!" shouted Pett as he swung the maul down crushing Denbrook's skull with the impact with the hammer's head...
"Your ship looked like crap too..."
Meanwhile...
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Apr 2, 2017 21:28:24 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the Big Four (minus Ironwood) came off of the ship. They had been able to observe a lot about East Gartun from the outside, and now wanted to seek out more on the inside, namely that which was known as the Great White Forest.
This forest was blindingly white. It was uncertain how it was white, but people said that those who went in came out different people.
The three men were eager to investigate.
As they walked through the forest, they were happy to have brought sunglasses. It was WHITE. They took in the sights - as in whiteness.
"Heh," said Diesel. "I doubt those rumors are true, I mean seriously, it's-OH-"
He stopped.
"You okay?" asked Harekett.
"Yes... just go... on... I'll catch up..." he said, summoning his strength.
"Alright."
Left alone, Diesel stood for a minute.
Then he collapsed.
He fell onto his knees.
He was breathing heavily.
Gasping for air.
And all the while.
Voices.
He heard them.
His head spun.
As they spoke.
"You aren't worthy to defeat a man like Tuggington!"
"You aren't strong enough!"
"You're only in it for the glory!"
"Tuggington could beat you any day!"
"Why don't you turn back already!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!!!" cried Diesel as he grabbed his hair by his hands.
Meanwhile...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 2, 2017 21:45:03 GMT -5
The revolutionaries began their assault on The Hill. Bernard could only watch as his guards were overwhelmed and the revolutionaries poured into the estate
The rest of the family (minus Benedict and Sarah; Bernard's brother's family were elsewhere and Bernard's sister family had gone to their home island) came running in, trying to understand what was going on.
Then, Frank and four other revolutionaries, armed with Winchester rifles stormed into the room, holding the family at gunpoint.
"It's me you want, leave them alone!" Bernard said, realizing he was cornered.
"Oh no, it is ALL of you we want. You're family has oppressed us long enough, scoundrel. The reign of the Crastvin Family ends tonight!" Frank declared.
"Well... if you're going to kill us do it already!" Andrew declared.
"No... I'm not a monster like you are. We'll let you live, but your time on East Gartun is at an end. As of this day, the Crastvin family and ALL East Gartun Nobility that treated the population like scourge are exiled from this land. We will give you 30 days to vacate before we force you out" Frank declared.
"That's it? You're just going to let us leave?" Bernard asked, confused.
"No, you will deliver a message as well. You and your noble friends are to sail for Vaximus Mothmaar, and you will deliver a personal message to Martin Sandici and the rest of the Sandici family- from this day onward, East Gartun is an independent nation, separate from the Aderan Empire. We will never bow to foreign rule again. East Gartun is to become a constitutional democratic republic, where rights are guaranteed to all, not just the nobility. Rule by birthright... is no more on this land" Frank declared, to the applause of not just those in the room, but the other revolutionaries who were within earshot.
"Now then, you are coming with us" a revolutionary said as he began walking up to the family.
Bernard, panicked, yelled out "General Ironwood, help! I'm under attack!" he screamed; just where was he?
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Post by Toz76 on Apr 2, 2017 21:54:50 GMT -5
Just then, several gunshots rang out and when the dust cleared, the entire Crastvin family lay dead or dying.
"Who did that?" Frank asked, noticing the bullet holes in the window.
Outside, Bronson retreated from his post, where he and several men had gathered with rifles to pull off history's first assassination by sniper.
"Thank you, Bronson." Said a figure at the bottom of the stairs. "What were those fools thinking, leaving me alive and letting me go with a warning. Sebastian Garillo always gets what he wants."
"As long as I get paid." Bronson said.
"Yes, yes, here you go." Garillo handed over some cash and Bronson vanished into the night.
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Post by Tug on Apr 2, 2017 21:56:09 GMT -5
"Sorry, official Empire matters are leaving me disposed of right now..." snarled Ironwood as he stared down his boy and his comrades
"Hello... Dad..." grumbled Tuggington
"You brat... I should bring you in, in fact, I want to beat the living crap out of your disrespectful ass, but I have two reasons for being here and capturing you ain't one of them..." growled Ironwood
"What are they then?" asked Tuggington still staring his father down
"One, protect the Crastvins at all costs if harm should befall them at all, seeing as you lot have on intention of harming them, I have no need to follow those specific orders... Two, tell me Vincent, where is your sister?" replied Ironwood
" I don't know... I haven't seen her since the 'incident', just like you..."answered Tuggington
"Of course... Alright, I'll handle the Crastvins from here and make sure they don't do anything stupid... for the time being, East Gartun is yours..." huffed Ironwood as he shuffled the Crastvins away, to their chagrin...
The revolutionaries erupted in a shout that could be heard even at Fort Woolworth...
"LIBERTE GARTUN!!!"
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Apr 2, 2017 21:59:36 GMT -5
EPISODE 19 The Big Four came out of the shadows (Note, previous post by yours truly took place earlier that day) "Bernard Crastvin," Diesel said. "We were given orders by Martin Sandici to help the revolutionaries if need be. We saw that you and your family were abusing your people, and it can no longer continue. Bernard Crastvin, your reign has come to a close." "This is preposterous!" the man cried. "If Martin Sandici were here, he'd be the first to help!" "He is here," said a voice, "and he isn't." Turning around, Bernard saw the unflinching face of Martin Sandici. "What... how did you get here?!" "That isn't important right now. What is important, is that you and your family have been banned from East Gartun forever, by order of myself. A ruler treats his subjects better than this." "You can't ban me from East Gartun!" "I already have." He walked outside and addressed the revolutionaries. "From this day forth, East Gartun is free from Crastvin rule, free to make their own laws, and free to set up their own rule." The revolutionaries looked at each other. While Sandici made a few new admirers that day, they were honestly pissed that he liberated them and made their fighting seem not very worthwhile. Tuggington and his group tried to get away, but to no avail... "Well well well! Tuggington, I see." "Crap... Hello Sandici..." "Seems you're in order... If you want, I can pardon you, bring me back to my navy and grant you that Admiral position you deserve..." Ironwood and Diesel visibly expressed shock at this proclaimation... "No thanks... I rather be a pirate than a government dog now anyway..." "I'm going to kic kyour ass Tuggington noce and for all!" yelled Diesel as he tried to attack, but was stopped by Ironwood "Sorry, official Empire matters are leaving us disposed of right now..." snarled Ironwood as stopped Admiral Diesel and stared down his boy and his comrades "Hello... Dad..." grumbled Tuggington "Well brat... I should bring you in, in fact, I want to beat the living crap out of your disrespectful ass, but I have two reasons for being here and capturing you ain't one of them..." growled Ironwood "What are they then?" asked Tuggington still staring his father down "One, protect the Crastvins at all costs if harm should befall them at all, seeing as you lot have on intention of harming them, I have no need to follow those specific orders... Two, tell me Vincent, where is your sister?" replied Ironwood " I don't know... I haven't seen her since the 'incident', just like you..."answered Tuggington "Of course... Alright, I'll handle the Crastvins from here and make sure they don't do anything stupid... for the time being, East Gartun is yours..." huffed Ironwood as he shuffled the Crastvins away, to their chagrin... The revolutionaries erupted in a shout that could be heard even at Fort Woolworth... "LIBERTE GARTUN!!!"
Just then, several gunshots rang out and when the dust cleared, the entire Crastvin family lay dead or dying.
"Who did that?" Frank asked, noticing the bullet holes in the window.
Outside, Bronson retreated from his post, where he and several men had gathered with rifles to pull off history's first assassination by sniper.
"Thank you, Bronson." Said a figure at the bottom of the stairs. "What were those fools thinking, leaving me alive and letting me go with a warning. Sebastian Garillo always gets what he wants."
"As long as I get paid." Bronson said.
"Yes, yes, here you go." Garillo handed over some cash and Bronson vanished into the night.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Apr 2, 2017 22:48:07 GMT -5
"Well Ironwood," said Diesel, "if you're not going to fight him... I will!"
"David Diesel, the 1,000 Eyes pf the Aderan Empire's Naval Fleet... it'd be a pleasure to fight you!"
"I just said..." said Ironwood.
"Shut up! This is between me and Tug!"
And Diesel pulled out his gun.
It was longer than any pistol anyone had seen before, it weighed over twenty pounds, and was a force to be reckoned with.
"Thanks to Harekett, I've got this bad boy on my side. It's purpose is defeating you so... what else can I say but... Hello, my name is Admiral David "1,000 Eyes" Diesel, you are a pirate, prepare to DIE!!"
And he shot bullet after bullet after bullet.
"Ha ha ha! YOU ENJOYING THIS TUGGINGTON?!"
Finally he ran out of bullets.
"Dead yet?"
But as the smoke cleared, he found that that was not the case.
"Actually, not a single scratch!" said Tuggington smirking.
"Impossible! That gun would have killed anyone!"
"But not me!"
"Dammit Tuggington!" and Diesel drew his sword.
It was longer than anything anyone had seen before, weighed 16 pounds, and was a force to be reckoned with.
"Once again, PREPARE TO DIE!!"
And Diesel used all his might to attack Tuggington.
But unfortunately for him, the first blow broke the sword.
"IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!"
"Oh, it seems you're all out of moves," said Tuggington. "MY TURN!"
And he started beating the sh*t out of the Admiral.
Diesel was a strong man, but Tuggington was stronger.
The Admiral began to go numb.
"You bastard! Did you honestly think you could defeat me? WELL DID YOU?!"
Diesel couldn't answer. He was bruised and bleeding, and growing weaker.
"Well you thought wrong!" said Tuggington, and gave one final punch to the gut to the Admiral.
Diesel stood there in shock. Then blood splurted from his mouth, he collapsed, and fell over.
What little life he had in him slowly began to fade.
The last thing he heard before all went black was the shocked cries of Harekett and Sandici.
"DAVID!"
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Diesel looked around himself.
There was nothing.
Nothing at all.
Then a voice spoke.
"Well well well, if it isn't good old Admiral Diesel..."
"Who's there?" asked the Admiral.
A body materialized.
"They call me by many names... Old Scratch... Beelzebub... Lucifer... Satan... The Devil."
"What... what do you want from me?!"
"Oh nothing much... just a little bargain..."
"What sort of bargain?"
"I've seen how much you want to kill Tuggington, Admiral. And I'm enjoying it. But it's an unfair fight you know. That's how you came here. I'm going to do you a favor Admiral. I'll let you live... and I'll also give you more powers than you could dream of... powers that may ultimately defeat your nemesis...."
"What do you want from this deal?" asked Diesel.
"Nothing much... just that when you die... I get your soul!"
Diesel looked at The Devil.
He thought it over.
And he made his choice...
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"He's coming to!" cried Harekett.
"Where am I?" asked Diesel.
"On Vaximus Mothmaar," said Sandici. "I'm glad to see you're alright... I thought you would be a goner old friend..."
Diesel stood up. "How did I come back?"
"Well... I made a transfusion of sorts..." said Harekett. "You lost so much blood, it would be foolish to try to rescue you that way. So instead I eradicated all the blood from your body and replaced it was Diesel Fuel."
"I told him he was crazy but he said if you came back you'd like it better," said Sandici.
"And so I do," said the now Diesel driven Admiral Diesel. "So I do."
"And the ANNIHILATOR is completed by the way," said Harekett. "My men finished yesterday."
"Sweet."
Diesel stood up.
He thought about what he had experienced.
Had it really happened?
Had he really sold his soul for all the powers of the world?
A simple test showed that he had...
He was now more than human.
He was more powerful than 10,000 men combined.
He was ready to seek and destroy once more.
And this time Tuggington wouldn't stand a chance.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 3, 2017 1:47:28 GMT -5
In the end, the Crastvin family was no more.
Bernard and Andrew ended up dying from the injuries sustained. Catherine, George and Emily survived their injuries, but would be left scarred in their own ways.
George was left paralyzed, and Emily still had scars from where she was shot. Catherine, having lost her husband and two of her sons, was left traumatized and mute
Weeks later, not only were they on the ship bound for Vaximus Mothmaar, but the entire Crastvin family crypt had been (respectfully) exhumed, leaving the Crastvin Family having no physical connection to the island anymore, as the new Republic put it.
Hundreds of ships, with thousands of Nobles, and their possessions which were rightfully theirs, departed from East Gartun. However, the island's treasury, along with some noble wealth, had been confiscated to be returned to the people who had been overtaxed, and to begin the process of rebuilding the island. The republic's population saw off the nobles, and surviving members of the Aderan Empire Military stationed there. Of the 10,000 nobles only 700 where permitted to stay; they had treated their workers fairly, and as long as they continued to do so, they would not be exiled.
All over the island, the Crastvin Family legacy was being erased. their monuments were torn down; Elijah's Gallows dismantled, and the political prisons demolished. It was even decided that The Hill would be torn down to allow construction of a new capitol building.
As the sun rose over a new day, the fleet of ships carrying the nobles set sail as the people of East Gartun saw them off. In a final f*ck you of their oppressive former bosses and tyrants, the assembled crowd began singing:
When boyhood's fire was in my blood I read of ancient freemen, For East Gartun who bravely stood, Three hundred men and three men; And then I prayed I yet might see Our fetters rent in twain, And our land, long a province, be. A Nation once again!
A Nation once again, A Nation once again, And our land, long a province, be A Nation once again!
And from that time, through wildest woe, That hope has shone a far light, Nor could love's brightest summer glow Outshine that solemn starlight; It seemed to watch above my head In forum, field and fane, Its angel voice sang round my bed, A Nation once again!
A Nation once again, A Nation once again, And our land, long a province, be A Nation once again!
It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark And service high and holy, Would be profaned by feelings dark And passions vain or lowly; For, Freedom comes from God's right hand, And needs a Godly train; And righteous men must make our land A Nation once again!
A Nation once again, A Nation once again, And our land, long a province, be A Nation once again!
So, as I grew from boy to man, I bent me to that bidding My spirit of each selfish plan And cruel passion ridding; For, thus I hoped some day to aid, Oh, can such hope be vain ? When my dear country shall be made A Nation once again!
A Nation once again, A Nation once again, And our land, long a province, be A Nation once again!
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Apr 3, 2017 2:13:07 GMT -5
EPISODE 20 Tuggington met up with Frank. "So, you ready to join my crew now?" Frank smiled and replied...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 3, 2017 23:29:19 GMT -5
"Sure... but let me be clear- I only attack certain targets. I already have some in mind, but I will need to make some arrangements and..." Frank began.
"Say... when you told me a while back you had a prosthetic... exactly how much of your leg are we talking about?" Tuggington asked.
"Well, you see..." Frank said as he pulled up part of his pants leg "It's my left leg from just below the knee down" Frank said.
"What?! I don't want a broken man on my crew! Consider the offer rescinded!" And Tuggington left to go back to his ship.
"Well... that was kinda expected" Frank sighed, and he decided that the time had come to go back to the East Gartun Shipping Company.
As he went back to port, he saw the Monitors docked; the creations he was most proud of. He approached one of them and asked how they were handling.
"Oh just splendid sir- the fact that we have the most advanced ships afloat compensates for our fewer numbers. Do not worry, the ships are in good hands" the captain of Monitor I assured.
Frank continued on his walk... in the distance he saw Tuggington talking over with Pett the ongoing repairs for the Scrap Iron Dreadnought.
"Well as you can see sir she took a heavy beating by the Sylvester Crastvin; but it's nothing that can't be fixed and we should be seaworthy again in no time" Pett assured.
"Eh, who am I kidding- with a crew like his, he doesn't need a man like me" Frank thought to himself.
(NOTE: Tuggington will probably change his mind; but I wanted to make sure that Chekhov's gun wasn't forgotten)
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Apr 3, 2017 23:54:46 GMT -5
(I could've sworn Tuggington had a man on his crew who had a prosthetic himself...)
Elsewhere, Admiral Diesel had heard about the Monitors from Sandici, (who had heard of them before he left East Gartun.) He smiled to himself.
"Careful East Gartuns... you're about to be one upped... BY THE MOTHERF***ING ANNIHILATOR!!"
The ANNIHILATOR OF THE SEAS MK2 was launched.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 4, 2017 0:21:25 GMT -5
Though the Monitors still had some key advantages like Telegraphs and breech loading cannons, they weren't enemies with the Empire so this wasn't an argument worth having.
In fact, Admiral Diesel had heard rumors about the East Gartun rebels having perfected a "long distance communication that doesn't depend on messenger birds" but he found the idea so ridiculous he didn't bother discussing it with Harekett.
Anyway, Frank returned to the East Gartun Shipping Company to continue his adventures across the Aderan Sea and visit other islands, while remaining an observer to the conflict of Tuggington vs Admiral Diesel
(translation: visiting the other islands to help worldbuild the other islands. And probably encounter Tuggington at some point again)
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Apr 4, 2017 0:28:38 GMT -5
But meanwhile, Diesel had received a letter from a man named "TGC"... ( Toz76, this is your cue)
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2017 1:46:21 GMT -5
He read it, and was shocked with what he read.
......
Deciding he had nothing to lose, Frank walked up to Tuggington and said.
"Look, I know I've lost part of my leg and I'm no good to you, but I still owe you. You helped liberate my home and that is something I am grateful for. So if it will leave us on peaceful terms, perhaps there is something else I can give in return" Frank offered.
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Post by Tug on Apr 6, 2017 1:56:51 GMT -5
"Oh Frank! I was waiting for you to join! Sorry, I was drunk as hell I guess the last time you talked to me, man those parties after the liberation were intense! Anyway, you're always welcome aboard my ship, how's First Mate sound, been needing one of those... Plus you're not the one big name I picked up for my crew, Goliath and that woman Mahjella decided to sign up as well... She said the Coastal Raiders disbanded after losing their ships and plan on building East Gartun's future navy, but she couldn't ignore the call of the sea for long I suppose. Goliath wants to come with me to face stronger opponents, as well as repay his debt for his defeat by my hands... Most of your revolutionary bands went to help form the new government, or signed up to continue the fight with the Allies who are gone by now... Few wanted to enter the life of piracy... i'm rambling, but gather your things, we'll cast off in an hour, and I want my new First Mate to be on board!" laughed Tuggington
Frank stood their shocked, not knowing how to react...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 6, 2017 2:08:20 GMT -5
"Well, that is a very kind offer... well I suppose I can travel with you for a while; it will enable me to gather intelligence for my friends on East Gartun; I've no interest in raiding everything in sight, but there is something I am very particular about" Frank explained.
"Someone needs to hold down the ship anyway; glad you decided to do so" Tuggington said.
So, Frank went to get his things and tie up some lose ends.
A while later, Frank requested a room of a certain size... not that he needed the space for a bed or anything fancy, but rather...
"Ok, we got about 15 minutes before we case off and the ship starts rolling from side to side... and this is usually a three person job so I hope this stuff doesn't break" Frank thought. He was standing over 1/2 dozen boxes of parts that would eventually become a telegraph set.
(Ironically, the only other things Frank brought were his cot and pillow, a sack of clothes, and basic toiletries)
Thus, Frank went to work assembling a giant puzzle of parts
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Post by Tug on Apr 6, 2017 2:17:44 GMT -5
"Men cast off! Away from East Gartun, I hope you remembered everything!" laughed Tuggington as the Scrap Iron Dreadnought sailed out of port...
"So what be our heading Captain?" asked Tiergan at the helm
"Cassandra, any ideas, you are the Navigator after all..." responded Tuggington
"The fates, they tell me that the adventure you seek is over yonder..." answered Cassandra while pointing off the starboard star...
"You heard Miss Navigator! Hard to Starboard!" yelled Tuggington
"AYE!" replied the crew as they began scurrying around the deck, Tiergan spinning the helm rapidly, a tailwind picked up increasing their speed...
"Men! I thank you for your hard work in East Gartun, and to reward your efforts of making this world a finer place for pirates like us, it's time to party! Sheffield, get that music playing! Pett round up all the booze from below deck with Bellona and Goliath's help... Mahjella, fetch Herriott the cook, she'll have to cook for this feast... Everyone, let's have a banquet!" screamed Tuggington as the pirates cheered as food, booze, and music danced above deck, the crew was finally able to go back to their old pirating ways...
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