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Post by Admin on Apr 9, 2009 10:12:29 GMT -6
Here is the storyline for the May 31st Scenario at Paintball Zone North!!!
T’was a gloomy little place on the outskirts of Port Royale, off from the prying eyes on Grotto Street, away from the sights and sounds of the nightlife of the harbor area. The “Gilded Skirt” was just the type of establishment where the Ship Captains and their Quartermasters got together to discuss the events of the day as well as their recent victories at sea. But tonight the conversations were of a different topic. Seems as though a few French ships had fallen prey to the privateers and that twisted some yokels’ coat-tails in a knot. Now, Letters of Marque were going to be handed out to only the best ships in Port Royale...and their crews were to be subjected to a “Contest” to see who would get letters and who would be left to sail without. Smoke filled the dimly lit one room tavern. The discussions boisterous and heated…the air as thick with grog as it was with contempt..
“THE NERVE”, bellowed “Calico Jack” Rackham. “Who’s ever heard of grantin’ Letters of Marque by CONTEST?.. Madness I tell ye…MADNESS!” “Quiet down Jack, All the fussin in the world aren’t going to change it…If’n I didn’t know better…I’d say was the britches that gots ya all chaffed. Ya might wants to try and drop a few quid into Black Bart’s pocket! After all, we all knows the crew of the” Mary Anne” is going to win this here contest and the crew of “The Treasure” hasn’t got a milksop’s chance in Joneses’ locker without bribe! That’s what truly has ya bitter isn’t it Jack? “ “Black Sam” Bellamy sat back in his chair waiting for Rackham’s retort. Confident that he’d already lined Bart’s pocket for “consideration” in the granting of the Letters of Marque. Perhaps Jack had already done the same and was just squallin’ to cover his tracks. He figured Jack’s retort would be something lame about his mother and then a preaching on how the crew of “The Treasure “ was ten times that of any other ship in the harbor including “The Mary Anne”. “Sam, I knew yer Moms was a brazen...” ”AND here it comes...” thought Sam. He pulled himself out of his chair and skipped a short jig over to the bar where Annie was pourin’ Spiced rum by the tankard. “And another thing about yer Moms Sam Bellamy..” Sam looked at Annie and grinned. “Seems as though I’ve twisted his britches in a knot, eh Annie?” Annie smiled and poured him a full pipe. “That’ll be two yer owein’ me for Sam Bellamy, and no…he’s always been a wee bit high strung like that. You just have the knack for settin’ him off love!” “..AND THEN”, shouted Rackham,”… to top it all off…we’ve to deal with the likes of Roberts and his scalawags from the “The Rover” to make surest we’re all playin’ by the rules? …AAARRRGGHHH!!! MILKSOPS ALL!” “Have another Grog Jack”, shouted Annie.”…Yer so lovable when you’re drunk!” The tavern erupted in laughter “AYE Annie girl! That be me, Loveable Calico Jack!” “Another round o’ drinks on me there Annie girl! And some song…Musicians up! OHHH, Fifteen men on a dead mans chest! YO HO HO and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done the rest! YO HO HO and a bottle of rum!
Cheers went up, and Tankards were turned upside down. For tonight, this be the way of the brothers of the sea. At dawns pale light, the crews of the “Mary Anne”, under Captain “Black Sam” Bellamy and “The Treasure” under Captain “Calico Jack” John Rackham would be hard at it to prove to Roberts and Lt. Governor Morgan who indeed should hold the Letters of Marque from the English colony of Jamaica.
(Disclaimer: The timeline in this story has been skewed to create a fictitious event. Actually “Calico Jack” was hanged at Port Royale in 1720. Sam Bellamy was killed in a violent storm off of Cape Cod in 1717. Roberts was killed at sea off the coast of Africa in 1722 during an encounter with “The Swallow”. Lt. Governor Henry Morgan died in Port Royal of tuberculosis 1688, and of course let’s not forget that 2/3 of Port Royal SANK in 1692 due to Tsunamis triggered by an earthquake! So much for history. Shall we play a game?)
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razor
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Post by razor on Apr 14, 2009 9:08:17 GMT -6
Tis a hard wind that blows arr way mates, we must find and secure them Marques, for tis the gallows and a visit to Davy Jones’ locker if we don’t. I Black Sam and my true winded ship The Marry Anne have room for you on deck, sign the roster and join me crew, sail to victory!
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Post by dragon on Apr 14, 2009 21:34:31 GMT -6
Ahoy ye scurvy dawgs, Be ye prepared to be facin' some of the fiercest cutthroats ta' ever sail the briny blue?
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Post by captmaverick on Apr 16, 2009 12:58:55 GMT -6
We be ready Capn. Give us ta orders and we will fallow!
CaptMaverick OUT!
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Post by dragon on Apr 17, 2009 21:26:41 GMT -6
~BAM~BAM~BAM~ The sound was loud enough to catch the ears of all present inside The Gilded Skirt. A tall man stands up in the corner from where the sound eminated replacing the sword into its scabbard after banging on the table. "I be tellin' ye what be madness. That be all ye scallywags standin' 'round here 'plainin', that be madness. So, now the Froggies want to be givin' Letters of Marque by Contest. Now, ye Captains be facin' each other in contest. Aye, but what contest says I? What tests be the Froggies wanting ye to be takin'. How be they gradin' ye? These be the questions ye should be askin' says I".
"Sit down and shut up old man", hollers Calico
"Old Man"? came the strangers reply as he stepped from the shadows, "I be no older than you ya old sea dawg." As the stranger steps from the shadows, all conversations that had started up in the pub came to a stop and every eye was on the stranger. "I thought 'e was dead" someone said, "I heared he was hanged in Spain" said another.
"Aye, those be the rumors o' my demise I be guessin'. But, I can assure ye all, that I be alive and kickin' as sure as I be standin' here before ye now." A young "Captain" stands up and asks "And who might ye be Old Man, I've not heard of ya before".
The stranger stopped his advance toward Jack and turned slightly as he brought his tankard up to his mouth and took a long drink. "That'd be because I left yer mother before you were born lad. I be Dragon, Captain Dragon as it were, Them that knows me knows me well and them that don't can go straight to Davey Jones' locker, of that ya can be sure."
He continues across the floor and seats himself at the table with Jack and beckons for Sam to join them at the table and for Annie to bring another round of drinks and some bread and cheese. "We three have business to discuss says I".
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Post by klb on Apr 19, 2009 14:26:57 GMT -6
Annie draws a deep breath, as she strums her fingers on the bar. She rolls her eyes and saunters over to Captain Dragon’s table as Captain Calico stares after her.
“Cap’n Dragon dear, now ye knows that I runs this here establishment, and I not havin’ ye bustin’ up me tables here. Me is Anne Bonny dear, and I runs a clean place here, ye show some respect here now or me has my mateys be escortin’ ye to Davey Jone’s locker yerself.”
As Calico approaches the table, “now Ms. Annie, gives the dear old man a break wills ya? He’s only tryin’ to get this contest under control so we’s have a fair game, ye hear.”
Meanwhile, Black Sam takes a seat at the table, “OK Cap’n Dragon, what’s ye got to discuss with us now? Please, inform us of yer intent before me mateys gun ye down right here……..”
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Post by dragon on Apr 19, 2009 20:12:55 GMT -6
"Aye Anne Bonny, I know who ye be, and I dinna damage yer table any worse than these here scallywags on a regular SaturaHe stares into his tankard of ale for a moment more, takes a big swig, looks at Calico and Sam. "Aye, me hearties, this 'ere contest be nothin' new to me. I seen it before long ago. 'Twas the Spanish then that done it then 'twas. They grew weary of our ilk sinkin' all their ships and taken all the doubloons. 'Twas then that I won me own letters of Marque from the Queen o' Spain herself. Now, it looks like ye be havin' the frogs tryin' to git yer goat with the same contest."
"Says you" Calico piped up, "Get to the point old man, ya said ye had business to discuss, so start discussin'."
"Aye", Sam said "Get to the point or be off with ya old man".
"If'n ye be shuttin' yer mouths, I'll be gettin' to the point", Dragon said, his voice growing somewhat irate with the other two captains and their obvious disdain for his interrupting their chatter. "Now, I be retired as it were from sailin', but I do still keep me ears to the wind as it were. I know what yer up against, and I have access to that which ye'll be needin' to ensure that ya be comin' out on top. The question is, do ya have what I need to be helpin' ye?"
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razor
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Post by razor on Apr 20, 2009 8:49:35 GMT -6
"I have me crew, me bonnie Marry Anne, all I needs be havin now to beet the scallywag is a true wind, fortunes favor and rum for the men, less you be tealking fast I may be leavin, whats in yer craw Capin Dragon?"
"I not be called the "Prince of Pirates" for notin!" Smiling and taking a long pull from his tankard Black Sam winks at Annie
"At least I have a ship named for yeh, all he does is fowl you with his stink!" Sam laughs at his own joke and grips his cutlass.
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Post by dragon on Apr 20, 2009 17:40:18 GMT -6
Dragon continued his diatribe, “I just happen to be posessin’ certain things ye may be needin’ for yerself to try and win this contest. Ya both be competing with each other, but that don’t mean that I have to be choosin’ a side. I be takin’ no sides in this, and all I be lookin’ for is my own share as it were. I’ll not be favorin’ one Captain o’er t’other, and I’ll not be doin’ fer one without doin’ fer t’other. This be why I now be speakin’ with the both of you, so’s ya both be knowin’ whar I be standin’. Ya both can be comin’ ta me should ya be needin’ supplies and the like. O’course, me prices might be somewhat different each time ya be comin’ to me as my own supplier’s, who be remainin’ nameless for good reason, may be changin’ their own prices. ‘Tis naught but supply and demand says I.”
Calico spoke up, “And how be we knowin’ we can be trustin’ ya when ya says this? What kin ya be offerin’ us now that shows ya be neither for him, nor for me?”
Sam agreed, “Aye, what ‘ave ya got to be offerin’ us now?”
Dragon looks at both of them, then calls Anne Bonny over, “Anne, bring the box over, appears that tha time ‘as come fer it ta be brought out.” Anne walks back to the table carrying a small wooden box. “Now ya all see here, Once this meetin’ is over, I’ll be thankin’ ya ta not be breakin’ up me place, elsewise I’ll have the lot of ya tossed into the brig, then none of ya will be able to compete.”
“Aye, Anne, we’ll not be bustin’ up yer place. Of that ya can be sure, fer now anyway”, said Dragon. “Lads, within this box is the proof ye be askin’ fer,” spoken as he works the lock on the box and lifts the lid, “Ya see here a parchment, upon this parchment it says,
‘By order of Captain of The Guards Port Royale, it is hereby ordered that Captain Dragon, proprietor of CHAOS INC., be the sole purveyor of goods and services necessary for the Captains competing in the Letters of Marque competition. It is also ordered that his business transactions shall be fair and unbiased. He shall take neither side over the other. Signed Captain of the Guard, Port Royale.’
“As ya can see lads, I am honor bound by his contract to carry on my business as I have stated. Ya both shall be receivin’ the same goods and services at the same pricing whenever possible throughout the contest. I’ll neigh be favorin’ one o’er t’other and that plus my word should be enough proof fer ya”.
Sam and Calico both read through the parchment, grumbling here and there as they read. “Agreed” they both say after reading. Calico continues “But, be warned Dragon, if’n ye cross me I’ll be sure to make good on my previous threat.”
“As will I” said Sam “Very well lads, it appears we have reached an accord. Now drink up and enjoy the evenin’. T’night’s festivities are paid for already, or at least they will be once I hand payment over to Anne Bonny”. He rises, grabs the box after replacing the parchment inside and locking it, and moves over to the bar where he hands Anne a small leather pouch. “This should cover ALL of t’nights bills Anne.”
Anne takes the pouch, opens it looks inside and smiles “and then some Captain Dragon, and then some. Drink up Boys, Captain Dragon has paid for it all.”
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Post by elguapo on Apr 20, 2009 20:12:39 GMT -6
"Paying for all 'nights drink, that's the best move you've made 'or a long time Dragon" "Anne, keep 'em coming! T'is true I be a lovable sop whilst on the drink. Too bad for too many, the drink stops tonight."
As the rum and Ale kept Calico laughing and sweet, it was his mind that was at work. 'Letters of Marques, a former Captain looking to cash in, facing off against a comrade, It doesn't matter... I'll cut 'em all, cut 'em all down'
"Anne, another pint me love"
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Post by klb on Apr 21, 2009 19:30:31 GMT -6
“Now now Jack dear, ye seemed to ferget that too much drink never did set to well with ye. An it looks to be that yer crew are really enjoying the free drinks too. But just cuz they be paid for donnae mean ye can push yer luck too far. An donnae ferget, this is me livins here so hans over the tips if ye be wanting more dearie.”
Meanwhile, Sam Bellamy saunters up to the bar, next to Jack and sets his empty pipe down in front of Annie………
“Why Ms Annie dear, Could I please be havin’ another pipe full, courtesy of that ol’ cur Dragon?” “Black Sam” snapped Annie, “ye should be havin’ more respect for yer elders, even if he is a cur… and a rich one at that. An donnae forget this...either of yas, he 'as the gov'ners ear!”
“I meants no harm to ol’ Mr. Dragon. Ye know he has these illusions of being a commodore an such.” stated Sam. “An here I thought he was a pilot” laughed Annie, as she poured Sam another full pipe. Black Sam looks to Annie, “I hears ye are quite taken with the rubies & diamonds. See’ins that old Jack here doesn’t pay much mind to these things, I would likes to offer ye this here ruby as me first gift, with the seconds being that Letter of Marque I intends to win, so’s I can sail ye away from this here port 'o call………….
Suddenly a hush fills the tavern as the big man in port walks through the door. As the darkened figure stands in the doorway, even the candles seem to lose their lite. He slowly walks to the bar where Jack, Sam an’ Annie are conversin’….
“Well well well, what brings the Dread Pirate Roberts into me tavern? What business has ye here on the night before the contest? And where’s that scalawag crew of yours from the Rover?” Anne shouted out at the tall looming figure approaching the bar. Roberts laughs out loud as he approaches the trio…. "Why they prolly be ups ta no good, if'n I know me boys miz Annie. Now then...Hows about a full pipe for a parched old salt dog?"....
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Post by dragon on Apr 21, 2009 19:44:05 GMT -6
"Roberts ya old scally wag, what be yer business 'ere?" Dragon bellows? "Get yer scurvy arse over here and drown yer sorrows with me lad. We've got some catchin' up to do."
Roberts swaggers over to the bar and reaches for the tankard setting there. "I heared you were hanged in Portugal."
Dragon laughed. "Oh? Is Portugal on the list now? I must say it seems my death stories grow more and more with each new moon. Neigh, I be alive and well, been incognito here in Port Royale nigh on 4 years now. Been keepin' a real low profile if'n ya catch ma drift".
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Post by dragon on Apr 23, 2009 21:46:31 GMT -6
"Aye", said Roberts, "I be knowin' exaclty what yer sayin', I catch that drift real well. But, what be ye doin' here with this rag tag bunch?"
"I be runnin' a mercantile here, t'aint much, but it do keep me honest, as it were. It keeps me in rum and food and rum, and well more rum" Dragon chuckled. "I be here to offer my services to both Cap'ns what be competin' for the Letters of Marque. I be havin' mine already from The Queen of Spain and all, I didna think it be fair fer me to compete for the Frog letters".
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Post by darkman on May 6, 2009 22:26:32 GMT -6
"And since when has ye been feared of doing anything "unfair" ye old salt dog!" The two laughed aloud and clanked Tankards together. "Annie girl! More rounds!", shouted Dragon. Annie had already seen Roberts and the old one pounding on the table and knew it would soon be time for fresh drinks. She was halfway to the table before Dragon had even turned to call her. "I be thinking you've had a few too many already thar mister Dragon." Stated Annie. "Ah...Miss Annie, how be ye dearie?" Roberts quipped out. "Well enough I be supposin'..." . Then in a whisper..Annie said to both men, "Gov'ner couldn't have picked a worser time for a contest betweens ships could he? It bein' close to that time and all....", "Aye!" said Dragon through clenched teeth. "Were it not fer bein members of the "Brethern's First Court", I'd be very worried right now." " As would I too!" ,said Roberts. "I be quessin' that most of these hyar scallawags know much of it though...all the betters for them sez I.." Robert took another drink. Dragon looked up from his cup...first to Annie..and then to Roberts. "It be almost ten years to the day." ,said Dragon. "I can almost smells him..." Somber eyes met..pipes were raised and met together above the table with a dull thunk and held there together. "To Cap'n Davy...May he ne'er set the wench free.", whispered Roberts. "To Davy.", recanted Dragon and Annie. A long swig and empty pipes hit the table in unison. Annie looked at Roberts. "I knows ye old dog...anuther round..." Dragon laughed and threw two uncut rubies at Annie. "That should be sufficin' fer round and tip Annie!" "It will be fair for tip there kind sir...but I'll be bringin' yer tab to ye before long!", laughed Annie as she made her way back to the bar.
MEANWHILE...
The fog was rolling in thick as pea soup in the harbour. Those on the wharf could barely see ten meters. "Do ya hear that?" asked one pyrate. They stood staring out into the mist, straining to catch glimpse of the ship they could hear..but couldn't see. This here tain't right", spoke one. "Can't remember when the fogs been this thick said another. Suddenly, from behind them came a thick scottish accent accompanied by an odor most foul. "Evenin' gents...been ten long years now...where an old dog like me get some fresh drink?, boomed the voice as he stepped into the latern's light. The Pyrates stared in disbelief at what they were seeing. "Whatsa matter gents....cat gotcher tounge?" The tentacles that hung from where his "face" ended curled..."Tell me there kind sirs....whar be me gold?". One sailor reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin and tossed it at the apparition. A Tentacle flashed out and snatched the coin in mid-air. It moved the coin closer to Jone's face for inspection. "Mmmmgood...", said Jones. "and any of ye others?" "None here sir..." "Not I!" said the other. "Welllll.....you there..the honest bloke. Come here." demanded the monster. As the man approached a tentacle shot out and wrapped around the man's throat, pulling him close to the aberition's "face". "Thank ye fer yer honesty matey... you can be leavin' now. But when ye gets back into town...you be sure's to tell everyone that Cap'n Davey Jones be back on land again...That I be lookin' for me gold...and by the sea bitch Calypso's soul...I will have it all back by this time tommorrow...if'n I has to kill every soul on this piece of rottin' shore." Tossing the man aside...he turned to the other two..."And you lads...tell me...Do you fear Death?"
As the pyrate spared watch in horror...Cap'n Davey ran both men through with his cutlass. while their bodies still shook in the throws of death...Davey Jones reached into their pockets removing two gold coins...one from each man. "Ahhh...there's me beauties..." said Jones.
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Post by trips on May 6, 2009 23:38:47 GMT -6
But I think ye be worryin to much my old friend...Roberts said to Captain Dragon as Annie moved off to see about another table of ruffians needing rum. Davey's agenda be his alone until such time as it involves another soul to be ushered aboard and serve among his crew of the damned. But enough of this dark talk Roberts said as he pullled a long dtrink of rum from his mug...The lads and I have been contracted to ensure this be a fair test of Captains skills, abilities, and resourcefulness dont cha know. In fact me and the lads were just discussing this very topic not two bells ago on board. The lads seem to see distinct opportunity to line there purses with some extra bonus boooty If'n you get my meanin.
I would imagine that there may be a fine chance for a man in your... shall we say lucrative position...to have an open mind for a little extra funds were they to come your way ...eh Captain Dragon Roberts said with a knowing grin as he leaned back in his chair.
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