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Sekitan
Legacy Name: Sekitan
The Hydrus Hikei
Owner: Evy
Age: 16 years, 9 months, 3 weeks
Born: July 4th, 2007
Adopted: 16 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: July 4th, 2007 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 11
- Strength: 30
- Defense: 29
- Speed: 29
- Health: 30
- HP: 30/30
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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[b]The 15th Day of April[/b]
The water seems fine, calm even. Most of the crew doesn't find it enjoyable. I guess we've all kind of grown superstitious after the run-ins with the ghost ships. There's been rumors of them, stories told from sailor-to-captain and on. I'm not sure if I want to see one though!
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[b]The 18th Day of April[/b]
Well, that didn't last long. And I'm sure the grumpy First Mate of mine, Shirr, isn't going to forgive me for it. But, it's got gold, promises of treasure, and one heck of an adventure.
It seemed calm at first, just as it had been the past few days. I'd spied yesterday a fog-outlined ship speeding away, the peeling paint saying PanZer, or now a Z r, which the captain, Fewmont, explained is the symbol for the ship itself now.
PanZer seemed like a merchant ship, and one of the men hooted about finely-dressed ladies on deck. I wasn't interested, but it's a pirate's life, which includes rich women staring wistfully off decks midmornings.
We found Shirr a few years back, and now I know I have to be wary of her plunging a knife in my body while I sleep. She's small, thin, but she's got a lot of strength and these steely gray eyes. She keeps a blooded kerchief around her short brown hair. At first, the men thought she was just another pretty prisoner, but a carver's knife fixed that. I guess under the man's clothes she is attractive.
Anyway, the PanZer stopped mysteriously at noon, maneuvering herself expertly into a turn. What kind of gleaming, fog-covered merchant's ship does that? Well, a gleaming fog-covered pirate ship covers it.
The crew is tough, though they could never hope to be as tough as me. "This doesn't feel right," I told Shirr softly as our ship, the Heart's Blood, raised her black Jolly Roger with blood-red splatters.
"Ships like that don't just stop," she agreed. She set up ten men to go on board as we pulled alongside. I felt a bad feeling at the vulnerable position we were twisting ourselves into. "Let's go, you rats!" she yelled hoarsely, shuffling them to the side of the front deck. At once, all wind fell.
"Oh, no," I said bitterly as they walked across the board. The fog was thicker, but it was covering us as well. Heart's Blood and PanZer were soon covered in it. Hardly any could see outside, but on the deck it was if it wasn't there. I leaped to the boards, finding Shirr swiftly.
"That's no ordinary ship," I said carefully. "That's a ghost ship."
Her face paled, her lips forming a hard, thoughtful line. She surveyed the obscured deck herself of the still opposing ship. She twirled a knife in her hands.
"I want to go over," I continued. "And I want you with me, Shirr." I snatched a sword and pistol from a barrel to my left, hooking them onto my belt. The wind stirred, and I couldn't let my uneasy face betray me, so I set it firm.
Shirr finally released a breath and went off to warn one of her friends. I caught a swift phrase of "if I don't come back." She wasn't including me? Then she gestured to my hat, which was lying off to the side. A burly man she was speaking to nodded vigorously, and the crew disappeared below decks.
"What was that for?" I asked as she appeared at my side.
"Guns." The word was soft, and she started first, crawling across the trembling sliver off board. I followed, my face set. Those men had to come back, though they were expendable. I had a feeling Shirr wanted to know the answer to the PanZer's mystery as much as I did.
My boots hit off the deck of the ship, and I looked around. Shirr stood stiff by me, her knife drawn and face set. Determined, I drew my sword.
"Sharp toys," commented a gruff voice behind us. I whirled on my heel, waiting. The image of a man, faded, as if one with the fog, appeared, shaking his head. He was tall, and thin with muscular arms and thick legs. His clothes hung ratty. There was a smear of gunpowder on his forehead and a ghost-like parrot preening itself on his shoulder. It screeched in our direction, then settled itself back down.
I said nothing. Shirr prodded me with the bone end of the knife. I turned to find more and more of the phantom beings trickling from the fog and the ship itself. A few even rose from the deck. Suddenly, it fell into place. With a guilty feeling, I saw the ten men, ghost-like themselves with chains on their ankles in front.
"Invaders," snorted the first man. "Never liked 'em. How 'bout you boys?"
The crowd of men cheered. Shirr's face whitened slightly. I wondered if I was pale. "My name is Captain Sekitan of Heart's Blood."
"I am Capt'n Fewmont, or One-Shot," he said, cracking stained teeth.
Shirr gasped. "One-Shot?!" Even I felt startled. A fierce buccaneer, and foe, with a reputation for no prisoners, shooting one-shots to the face or forehead and throwing them into the sea. And on top of it all, he was dead.
"You're dead," I said warily. I felt a prod from Shirr but didn't look. "All of you are." I saw the wistful and shocked glances of the 10. I stamped my foot, and a board fell beneath it, followed by grumbles from Fewmont's crew. "This ship went down long ago." My voice fell. "I should know. I watched it."
Shirr looked at me out of the corner of her eye. Fewmont's own grew wide for a moment. "Takes a'seer of the PanZer to know our secret - I know you! You're the bloody score who shot us down!"
The bullet scar from One-Shot's final shot throbbed in my shoulder. "You left your mark on me, too," I said stiffly. "Let us pass. We came to find out who this was, and now I know. Let-us-go."
Fewmont shook his head. "No, no," he said softly. "No, I have an idea for you. You're more of a pirate then I's ever meant besides meself."
I raised my eyebrow, lowering the sharp blade. I felt it. The longing for adventure, the longing for gold, for riches. Glory, glory as the pirate of the seven seas, a pirate the world would never know. Shirr hissed warily, tensing.
Fewmont ran his fingers through his beard. "Well, you see, rat, there be an island, nye very far. Just a bit out of way from here! And in it, in it there be a fortune! It be gold, boy, more gold then fills your hold! Thousands of ancient money, worth millions. Savvy?"
I swallowed. "Aye, I believe I do."
Shirr cut in. "What's this got to do with us?"
"Well... Ghost ship, girlie, ghost men. The cave demands life, blood from the heart. The capt'n of Heart's Blood suffices, eh?" Fewmont stopped. "What be it, boy?"
"No, no, Captain..." Shirr whispered, jabbing out at a crew member coming closer.
I glanced at the scene. Money and riches lurking beneath the surface. All we had to do was offer a bit of blood? Sounded simple enough...
I took a deep breath, praying to whoever. I think Shirr saw my answer lighting in my eyes; she looked away, and still refuses to speak to me.
"Aye. Let's sail."
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[b]The 15th Day of April[/b]
The water seems fine, calm even. Most of the crew doesn't find it enjoyable. I guess we've all kind of grown superstitious after the run-ins with the ghost ships. There's been rumors of them, stories told from sailor-to-captain and on. I'm not sure if I want to see one though!
[img]https://i.imgur.com/lIzFTYh.png[/img]
[b]The 18th Day of April[/b]
Well, that didn't last long. And I'm sure the grumpy First Mate of mine, Shirr, isn't going to forgive me for it. But, it's got gold, promises of treasure, and one heck of an adventure.
It seemed calm at first, just as it had been the past few days. I'd spied yesterday a fog-outlined ship speeding away, the peeling paint saying PanZer, or now a Z r, which the captain, Fewmont, explained is the symbol for the ship itself now.
PanZer seemed like a merchant ship, and one of the men hooted about finely-dressed ladies on deck. I wasn't interested, but it's a pirate's life, which includes rich women staring wistfully off decks midmornings.
We found Shirr a few years back, and now I know I have to be wary of her plunging a knife in my body while I sleep. She's small, thin, but she's got a lot of strength and these steely gray eyes. She keeps a blooded kerchief around her short brown hair. At first, the men thought she was just another pretty prisoner, but a carver's knife fixed that. I guess under the man's clothes she is attractive.
Anyway, the PanZer stopped mysteriously at noon, maneuvering herself expertly into a turn. What kind of gleaming, fog-covered merchant's ship does that? Well, a gleaming fog-covered pirate ship covers it.
The crew is tough, though they could never hope to be as tough as me. "This doesn't feel right," I told Shirr softly as our ship, the Heart's Blood, raised her black Jolly Roger with blood-red splatters.
"Ships like that don't just stop," she agreed. She set up ten men to go on board as we pulled alongside. I felt a bad feeling at the vulnerable position we were twisting ourselves into. "Let's go, you rats!" she yelled hoarsely, shuffling them to the side of the front deck. At once, all wind fell.
"Oh, no," I said bitterly as they walked across the board. The fog was thicker, but it was covering us as well. Heart's Blood and PanZer were soon covered in it. Hardly any could see outside, but on the deck it was if it wasn't there. I leaped to the boards, finding Shirr swiftly.
"That's no ordinary ship," I said carefully. "That's a ghost ship."
Her face paled, her lips forming a hard, thoughtful line. She surveyed the obscured deck herself of the still opposing ship. She twirled a knife in her hands.
"I want to go over," I continued. "And I want you with me, Shirr." I snatched a sword and pistol from a barrel to my left, hooking them onto my belt. The wind stirred, and I couldn't let my uneasy face betray me, so I set it firm.
Shirr finally released a breath and went off to warn one of her friends. I caught a swift phrase of "if I don't come back." She wasn't including me? Then she gestured to my hat, which was lying off to the side. A burly man she was speaking to nodded vigorously, and the crew disappeared below decks.
"What was that for?" I asked as she appeared at my side.
"Guns." The word was soft, and she started first, crawling across the trembling sliver off board. I followed, my face set. Those men had to come back, though they were expendable. I had a feeling Shirr wanted to know the answer to the PanZer's mystery as much as I did.
My boots hit off the deck of the ship, and I looked around. Shirr stood stiff by me, her knife drawn and face set. Determined, I drew my sword.
"Sharp toys," commented a gruff voice behind us. I whirled on my heel, waiting. The image of a man, faded, as if one with the fog, appeared, shaking his head. He was tall, and thin with muscular arms and thick legs. His clothes hung ratty. There was a smear of gunpowder on his forehead and a ghost-like parrot preening itself on his shoulder. It screeched in our direction, then settled itself back down.
I said nothing. Shirr prodded me with the bone end of the knife. I turned to find more and more of the phantom beings trickling from the fog and the ship itself. A few even rose from the deck. Suddenly, it fell into place. With a guilty feeling, I saw the ten men, ghost-like themselves with chains on their ankles in front.
"Invaders," snorted the first man. "Never liked 'em. How 'bout you boys?"
The crowd of men cheered. Shirr's face whitened slightly. I wondered if I was pale. "My name is Captain Sekitan of Heart's Blood."
"I am Capt'n Fewmont, or One-Shot," he said, cracking stained teeth.
Shirr gasped. "One-Shot?!" Even I felt startled. A fierce buccaneer, and foe, with a reputation for no prisoners, shooting one-shots to the face or forehead and throwing them into the sea. And on top of it all, he was dead.
"You're dead," I said warily. I felt a prod from Shirr but didn't look. "All of you are." I saw the wistful and shocked glances of the 10. I stamped my foot, and a board fell beneath it, followed by grumbles from Fewmont's crew. "This ship went down long ago." My voice fell. "I should know. I watched it."
Shirr looked at me out of the corner of her eye. Fewmont's own grew wide for a moment. "Takes a'seer of the PanZer to know our secret - I know you! You're the bloody score who shot us down!"
The bullet scar from One-Shot's final shot throbbed in my shoulder. "You left your mark on me, too," I said stiffly. "Let us pass. We came to find out who this was, and now I know. Let-us-go."
Fewmont shook his head. "No, no," he said softly. "No, I have an idea for you. You're more of a pirate then I's ever meant besides meself."
I raised my eyebrow, lowering the sharp blade. I felt it. The longing for adventure, the longing for gold, for riches. Glory, glory as the pirate of the seven seas, a pirate the world would never know. Shirr hissed warily, tensing.
Fewmont ran his fingers through his beard. "Well, you see, rat, there be an island, nye very far. Just a bit out of way from here! And in it, in it there be a fortune! It be gold, boy, more gold then fills your hold! Thousands of ancient money, worth millions. Savvy?"
I swallowed. "Aye, I believe I do."
Shirr cut in. "What's this got to do with us?"
"Well... Ghost ship, girlie, ghost men. The cave demands life, blood from the heart. The capt'n of Heart's Blood suffices, eh?" Fewmont stopped. "What be it, boy?"
"No, no, Captain..." Shirr whispered, jabbing out at a crew member coming closer.
I glanced at the scene. Money and riches lurking beneath the surface. All we had to do was offer a bit of blood? Sounded simple enough...
I took a deep breath, praying to whoever. I think Shirr saw my answer lighting in my eyes; she looked away, and still refuses to speak to me.
"Aye. Let's sail."
[img]https://i.imgur.com/HWYI20A.png[/img]
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[center]
♫
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
Maraud and embezzle and even highjack
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We kindle and char and in flame and ignite
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
We burn up the city, we're really a fright
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
♫
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♫
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
Maraud and embezzle and even highjack
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We kindle and char and in flame and ignite
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
We burn up the city, we're really a fright
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
♫
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MayFlower
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Homemade Dark Rum
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Picaroon
Shiprat
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Piraticorian Pantaloons
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Bloodred Swashbuckler Hat
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