FORTUNE PIRATES
NAVIGATOR "STARLET"
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Dec 29, 2013 21:45:43 GMT -6
Post by ALICE ALCANCE on Dec 29, 2013 21:45:43 GMT -6
HOW AM I GONNA BE AN OPTIMIST ABOUT THIS? everything ahead was uncharted waters.
alice had been traveling around west blue for the past few years now, each island a stop on her way to spread her name and talents across the ocean. but now, she was readying herself for even more infamy, entering the grand line with a pirate crew. though a talented navigator, the upcoming waters would be her most challenging yet. it was known to all that the grand line was not only dangerous due to its inhabitants, but the environment itself captured the lives of many foolish pirates. somehow, she was now entrusted with the safety of the entire crew.
they were only a day away from reverse mountain now, and alice knew she needed to keep her wits about her. lit by candlelight, she poured over her only map of the mountain, attemping to develop some kind of plan, but she knew nothing could prepare her for terrain. all she could do now was have some faith in herself.
walking onto the deck of the ship, alice looked up at the starry sky.
tomorrow was a big day.
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FORTUNE PIRATES
CAPTAIN "LEATHER NECK"
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Dec 30, 2013 16:07:57 GMT -6
Post by KINGSTON S. SEV on Dec 30, 2013 16:07:57 GMT -6
"We've had quite a few adventures already, aye'?" The goliath asked the coin as he skillfully rolled it through his scarred knuckles. "Eh?!" He leered at the coin with narrowed eyes. "Oi, the hell you mean by that?! Sure, I'd probably be at the bottom of the sea if it weren't for them but that's only half the fun, right?! OHBABABABABA!!!" The obnoxious laughter resonated through the crisp night and calm waters. Sev held the trademark coin in his palm and grinned, "but I understand whatcha' mean, Bastard. Can't take nothin' for granted, right? Gotta' rely on them more than I rely on myself, yeah?" The established ruffian leveled his exotic glare upon the majestic moon overhead. "Lets make it through this time, alright? No more fuck ups! OHBABABABABA!!!" He'd flip the coin enthusiastically; the faint sound of rippling metal filling his ears like sweet music. Sev snatched the coin out of the air, and slammed it on the back of the opposing hand. "Yeah, yeah... We'll be fine..." He spoke in a low tone as he reluctantly peeked under his hand. "Maaaaaaaaaan, come on!" Needless to say, the results were less than desirable. The Captain took a nice long swig from his flask and sunk deeper into the lookout point; the soothing motion of the water sending him into a state of peace and relaxation. "Whatever happens, happens, ya' know? Kinda' to late to turn tail now! OHBABABABABA!"
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FORTUNE PIRATES
SWORDSMAN "FULMEN"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Dec 31, 2013 7:56:23 GMT -6
Post by lucas on Dec 31, 2013 7:56:23 GMT -6
He couldn't be certain about their journey, but he had faith in Alice.
Their captain...? Not so much faith, but, y'know.
Stretching out his limbs as he heard that annoying laugh flood his ears, he took that as a wake up call, throwing his blanket away from him as he sat him. Glasses, glasses- where were they again? While he didn't exactly need them, they at least added some sort of character to who he was in comparison with the rest of the crew. Didn't they? ... On a more important note, his duties for the day.
Jumping himself away from bedding as he pushed open the doors to the light outside, he could hear in full that annoyingly loud guffaw, and in the corner of his vision he took notice of her. Confront, or leave it for another day? Considering they were about a day away from probably dying horrible deaths and being crushed under the sea... he had to admit the former seemed more appealing. When he thought about it however, he knew he had more important things to take care of.
"Oi, captain. Keep it down up there, people're trying to sleep. Gonna wake up some sea kings n' they'll come after our asses."
Not like he was one to talk, however. Hopping down from the upper deck before surveying the ocean, one would notice something strange about his attire. Not his lack of clothing, no. Not at all. 'least he had his headphones. Made him somewhat clothed. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS
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FORTUNE PIRATES
NAVIGATOR "STARLET"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Dec 31, 2013 19:08:21 GMT -6
Post by ALICE ALCANCE on Dec 31, 2013 19:08:21 GMT -6
HOW AM I GONNA BE AN OPTIMIST ABOUT THIS? why the woman expected to find peace and quiet even for a moment on a ship like this was an oversight. she had barely stepped out onto the deck of the ship when she heard her captain talking to himself, or rather, that coin he always seemed to consult. it was a rather odd habit, but who was she to judge? after all it was a flip of that very coin that caused him to help her with her problems on that island, as well as set in motion the events to get her to become the navigator of this crew.
another voice arose as alice's eyes fell upon the sleepy swordsman lucas, who sheepishly rubbed his eyes as she asked for quiet. upon seeing his naked form, alice threw a nearby bottle at his head before rotating her hands into saw like blades. "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON YOU PERVY SHIT!" she shouted, waving her hands around as if to threaten to cut off the blonde's... most personal sword.
crossing her arms, she turned away from the nudist. "don't you guys get it? most people die just trying to cross this mountain. one wrong move tomorrow and we're all at the bottom of the ocean. now isn't the time for drinking or whatever kind of disgusting stuff lucas is doing..." her eyes turned to the looming mountain ahead. it wouldn't be long now before their skills would truly be put to the test.
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FORTUNE PIRATES
CAPTAIN "LEATHER NECK"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Dec 31, 2013 20:01:56 GMT -6
Post by KINGSTON S. SEV on Dec 31, 2013 20:01:56 GMT -6
With twitching ears, the drunkard slowly rose to his feet and leveled his eyes upon the buccaneers below. "Sea kings?!" Sev exclaimed as he jumped on the frame of the lookout point, balanced himself with a big sheepish grin, and vigorously waved his arms in attempt to balance himself. "Let em' come, yeah?! Enough booze and good stories to go around! OHBABABABABA!!!" He'd shout with thunderous voice as more alcohol slid down his gullet. Truth be told, Sev has always had a keen fascination with Sea kings. So if one, two, or three-hundred-and-one showed up, it'll make little to no difference to this goliath; he'd fight them all off if he fucking had too. With the next wave of booze quickly taking it's effect, the established ruffian focused more on the two Pirates below him... Especially Lucas, was this guy really naked? Or was it the delicious devil brew playing mind-tricks on him? Sev knew the Swordsmen had a thing for Alice... But damn; homeboy wasting no time, huh? He could respect the mans eagerness. "OHBABABABABA!!! Don't mind me, you two go ahead and knock boots under the moonlight, yeah? Bastard and I won---..."The Navigator seemed to finally notice and responded with harsh words and a flying bottle. Such a priceless reaction sent the giant into a mighty uproar; his obnoxious laughter probably being heard from miles and miles away. "OHBABABABABA!!! OHBABABABABA!!! OHBABABABABA!!!" Uh oh... He lost his already very questionable balance... Mid laughter, the titan dropped from the nest like a drunken laughing rock. But why in the fuck was he still laughing? Did he seriously not realize he was plummeting to the deck of the ship...? Idiot... As he descended, he opened his eyes and noticed the gorgeous moon overhead almost pulling away from him. "Yoooooo! What's the problem, shelia?! you don't wanna' get dru---.........."
BANG!!!!
The entire ship shook like it was being engulfed in a massive wave when Sev landed directly on his back; following directly behind him would be his coin and empty flask. "Oi... Oi... Oi..." He wanted to get up, but fuck that shit. So he just laid awkwardly on his back as he waited for the pain and dizziness to subside. "Oi... Sheila..." He called to Alice. "Don't you worry your little sheila head, alright? It ain't gonna' be no different from our everyday shenanigans, ya' know? I got nothin' but faith in you lot and my baby here." He rubbed the deck of the ship with a big goofy grin. "Ain't no waters my sexy sheila can't sail, especially with you at the helm! OHBABABABABA!!!" More pain, "Oi... Oi... Oi..."
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FORTUNE PIRATES
DOCTOR "BLACK SHEEP"
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Jan 1, 2014 14:54:56 GMT -6
Post by Cain Sonica on Jan 1, 2014 14:54:56 GMT -6
i tried carrying the weight of the world but i only have two hands His eyes would slowly flicker open, the young pirate staring up at the ceiling of the small cabin that was his work place. The infirmary upon the ship. He had fallen asleep on his chair, and when the ship suddenly jerked downwards, it snapped the young man up. He frowned, his eyes never leaving the wooden planks above him, as he groaned. What the hell now? He placed one hand on the edge off the seat, adjusting himself so that he sat upright, and he stared at his table. At the corner of it was his brown ash tray, and hanging on the side was a cigarette, in the form of ashes. He clicked his tongue, the brief realization that he had wasted one of his cancer sticks adding to his annoyance, before he pushed himself up onto his feet.
Reaching for a carton box beside the ash tray, he flicked it open with his thumb, and placed a cigarette in his lips. Replacing the box with a lighter, he would feed his nicotine addiction, as he exhaled a puff of smoke into the air. Why was he not panicking? The ship had obviously been rocked hard, and that couldn't have been by just a wave. Well... He knew this crew well enough. That was all he could say. Besides, if anything was happening, he was sure that Leather Neck would be enough to handle it.
Scratching the back of his head, he walked out of the cabin, stepping out onto the side of the ship, his eyes still groggy from his uncomfortable sleep. He was dressed in a simple white tank top and a pair of black fitting pants. He glanced towards the deck, noticing Kingston on the floor, Alice near the bow, and Lucas standing just a few feet away from him, stark naked. He blinked. Allowing his bare feet to tap against the wood, he scoffed at their swordsman.
"I'm not even gonna fuckin' ask." He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he exhaled another puff of smoke, the cigarette wedged in between the index and middle finger of his raised hand. Why he joined this crew, he could not fath--
Oh right, he lost a drinking competition. Fuck. CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS
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FORTUNE PIRATES
SWORDSMAN "FULMEN"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Jan 2, 2014 12:05:09 GMT -6
Post by lucas on Jan 2, 2014 12:05:09 GMT -6
Tough love.
That's what he was thinking to himself after that bottle just about cracked his skull. He didn't exactly choose the attire he was in for fun, nah. His clothes were busy enough getting the dirt and salt washed on off, and he'd woken up with nothing on, so... ? Yeah, he'd decided to go on out like this, thinking there'd be no problem. Just, scratching the back of his head as he searched for any sort of bump or sign of bloodflow, he found it, pressing his fingers over it with a slight wince.
"Ara? You're thinking too much into it, love. Just like the capt's saying, put your faith in the ship n' us and everything'll be fine and dandy. And on that note, what's up Cain! Let me borrow some clothes or something, mine are in the wash."
He didn't think much into what was going to happen when they got there. Rather, he didn't care much. As their luck would have it they probably wouldn't die, and even if they did at least he'd get to die holding Alice or something. Or maybe he'd fall overboard and die crushed underneath the surf an- well, he didn't care much, actually. "Besides, why are you so worried anyways? We got the captain who can do anything, Cain who can fix us up, me who can cut the sun in half and do everything those lazy passed out bums can't do, and you who's plotting out our course. What, you doubtin' your own skills?" It was pretty funny, actually. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS
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FORTUNE PIRATES
NAVIGATOR "STARLET"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Jan 3, 2014 16:59:17 GMT -6
Post by ALICE ALCANCE on Jan 3, 2014 16:59:17 GMT -6
HOW AM I GONNA BE AN OPTIMIST ABOUT THIS? the bottle shattered open onto the swordsman's head as their captain burst into a bellowing laugh. alice's eyes darted over to the dreadlocked man, watching as he fell from the lookout and slammed onto the deck of the ship below. luckily, the crew's doctor seemed to emerge from the noise, but with his attitude he would simply let the captain lay there and the blonde bleed instead of helping him. the raven haired medic was a bit of an enigma to alice. truth be told, he seemed to hate all of them at least a little bit. she had no idea why he had joined them at all.
the two injured men attempted to soothe her worries, but the pink haired navigator could not be calmed. after all, the grand line was not simply dangerous because of marines or pirates. it was said that the ocean there itself was one of the most deadly obstacles to one piece. the weather could change at the drop of a hat, the currents could shift in a heartbeat...
now that she thought about it, weren't they moving too fast?
running over to the edge of the ship, alice grasped the rail, keeping her from accidentally falling overboard. "oh, crap." she said aloud, whipping around to face the men of the crew. "TAKE DOWN THE SAIL. NOW!" she boomed, rushing over to the ship's wheel. "the grand line waters are even effecting us from here! we're about to slam into the red line!" she exclaimed. the narrow opening to reverse mountain was approaching them with startling speed.
one wrong move and they all were dead before the journey would even begin.
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FORTUNE PIRATES
CAPTAIN "LEATHER NECK"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Jan 4, 2014 20:31:18 GMT -6
Post by KINGSTON S. SEV on Jan 4, 2014 20:31:18 GMT -6
Sev simply laid on his back; his gaze upon the moon overhead as he listened to the words of the three Pirates. "OHBABABABABA!!!" Joy quickly was replaced with another sudden jolt of pain "Oi...Oi...Oi. Is there a doctor in the house!" He exclaimed with a frown and motionless body. Lets be completely honest here, they all knew such a fall did nothing to this gigantion simpleton. So why in the fuck was he complaining? Dude is drunk; what else do you expect? The established ruffian slowly rose his head and leveled his almond iris upon the ships Doctor. "Cain, I need assistance, pal! My neck... My back... My neck and my back!!! OHBABABABA--... Oi... Oi... Oi..." However, the Navigator interrupted this drunken outburst with concerns of the utmost priorities. The brute instantaneously rolled himself on his shoulders and kip'd himself up without the use of his hands. Wasn't he just complaining about how hurt he was...? Know what, it's probably best not to question this idiot. "Oi, you heard the Sheila! Get that sail down, OHBABABABABA!!!" Sev rushed over to the front of the ship and eyed the renowned mountain that defied all logic. "OHBABABABABA!!! Looks like the fun gets to start sooner than we expected!"
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FORTUNE PIRATES
DOCTOR "BLACK SHEEP"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Jan 4, 2014 23:18:28 GMT -6
Post by Cain Sonica on Jan 4, 2014 23:18:28 GMT -6
i tried carrying the weight of the world but i only have two hands "Besides, why are you so worried anyways? We got the captain who can do anything, Cain who can fix us up, me who can cut the sun in half and do everything those lazy passed out bums can't do, and you who's plotting out our course. What, you doubtin' your own skills?"
Cain scoffed as he pulled his cigarette off his lips, his left hand slotting itself into his pocket. Pointing his hand towards Lucas, he gave a soft frown. Clicking his tongue, he shot back at the naked swordsman. "Oi, you say it like I enjoy doing it. You bloody assholes act so strong, yet you can't even take care of yourselves. It's goddamn annoying, you know that?" And just as he said that, Kingston would proceed to support his statement, as he complained about his neck and back. His eyes never leaving Lucas, he released a heavy audible sigh. "Sonovabitch." He muttered as he placed the cigarette between his lips, turning to Kingston before making his way towards him. Just as he reached the halfway mark between them, however, Alice would suddenly exclaim.
"TAKE DOWN THE SAIL. NOW!"
Cain's eyes widened slightly, as he peered past the pink-haired girl, and noticed the high red wall coming ever closer. And closer. Way too closer. Cain clicked his tongue again, ignoring the fact that Kingston had gotten up on his own, seemingly miraculously recovering from his injuries. If he had some in the first place. He wasted no time.
Why help? Cause he was on this bloody ship as well, and if it crashed, he'd die as well. And besides... His crew wasn't so bad. They were just fucking annoying.
"Sit your fucking ass down, cap'n." He ordered back as he rushed towards the side of the ship, leaping off the deck and over the ledge, his right hand grabbing the outer most strand of the rope ladder. Giving quite an impressive show of display, he began to climb the rope ladder to reach the top of the mast. "Why not get Lucas down there to fucking cut the Red Line open? It's definitely smaller than the Sun." He taunted as he took a quick inhale off his cigarette, the cancer stick wedged in between his lips, at the corner. He reached the top soon enough, the soles of his bare feet red from the bites of the rope.
Stepping across the horizontal mast, he rushed to the respective ropes, and began to untie it, allowing the sails to unfold from their rolled-up position, as Cain allowed himself to come upon one knee, holding upon the vertical mast. "SAILS DOWN!" CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS
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FORTUNE PIRATES
SWORDSMAN "FULMEN"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Jan 5, 2014 16:48:20 GMT -6
Post by lucas on Jan 5, 2014 16:48:20 GMT -6
Take down the what? Cain looked like he had it all under control.
As much as he wanted to say he knew what all that ship lingo crap was, he didn't. Acting like he did as he shot up to his feet, he glanced at Sev, and then Cain in turn, watching the latter do his work. What was Lucas supposed to do then? Good for nothing aside from his bladework and moppin' up the deck, he took a stand right next to his good ol' captain, staring out at the sea ahead.
"Why not get Lucas down there to fucking cut the Red Line open? It's definitely smaller than the Sun."
Smirking in response to those words, Lucas turned himself 'round and on heel, patting the good ol' capt on his shoulder before heading on back to his cabin. It looked like things were going pretty good so far, so he'd change into something decent while Cain and Alice took care of stuff. "Give me a good minute or two, then i'll cut it for ya guys. Hold on until then, buds!" With those words of wisdom, he closed that cabin door behind himself and proceeded to throw on some jays. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS
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FORTUNE PIRATES
NAVIGATOR "STARLET"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Jan 5, 2014 18:57:05 GMT -6
Post by ALICE ALCANCE on Jan 5, 2014 18:57:05 GMT -6
HOW AM I GONNA BE AN OPTIMIST ABOUT THIS? despite her urgent cries for assistance from the three men, only one of them seemed to listen. the captain, as outrageous as ever, rushed to the front of the ship to see the mountains for himself. the blonde ran off to apparently put on some clothes, leaving only dr. sonica to take down the sail.
truth be told, she only had the sails taken down as a stalling tactic. though she was a formidible navigator, she had little practical nautical experience. now that she was in charge of the boat, she would need some hands on experience, and it seemed that the grand line was giving her its first test.
with the sail down, she no longer needed to worry about the powerful winds pushing them forward, only the unexpected ocean current. biting her lip, she grabbed hold of the ship's wheel and used her devil fruit abilities to rotate it to the left as quickly as she could, maneuvering the ship towards the singular entrance to the mountain. "fire the right side cannons! the recoil should help us push out of the current!" alice shouted to her captain. hopefully he would listen in time to save them from their ocean graves.
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FORTUNE PIRATES
CAPTAIN "LEATHER NECK"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Jan 7, 2014 3:06:01 GMT -6
Post by KINGSTON S. SEV on Jan 7, 2014 3:06:01 GMT -6
"Ain't nothin' I can't handle, Doc!" The Captain declared as the mighty currents of the Red Line rocked the mighty vessel like some child's plaything. However, even these monstrous currents couldn't make the Kingston falter. The titan stood tall and proud; virtually unfazed by by the events taking place around him. "OHBABABABABA!!! Cuttin' the sea in two does sound like a good idea, yeah?! If we can't handle a little rough n' tough waters we might as well call it quits here, pals and Sheila!" He shouted; his gaze locked upon the mountain with a big goofy grin. Suddenly, the Navigator barked orders at him; orders he'd comply to without even questioning her. Lucky for them the trio of starboard cannons were already loaded and ready to fire with a little help of a flame. Sev hustled to the cannons, quickly lid a match, and set ablaze all three wicks simultaneously one by one. "THAR SHE BLOWS!!! OHBABABABA!!!"
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FORTUNE PIRATES
DOCTOR "BLACK SHEEP"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Jan 10, 2014 23:17:59 GMT -6
Post by Cain Sonica on Jan 10, 2014 23:17:59 GMT -6
i tried carrying the weight of the world but i only have two hands "Give me a good minute or two, then i'll cut it for ya guys. Hold on until then, buds!"
Cain could only scoff, as he scowled at the departing blonde. "Like hell you actually could." Cain was no idiot. He had his own share of general knowledge about how the world was. And he knew well enough, that the Red Line was something that couldn't be cut open, not even by the mightiest swordsman. And Lucas was far from being the mightiest swordsman, in Cain's eyes. He stood upon the mast, holding onto the rope that kept the sails furled up, his knees bent for extra balance as he stared at the incoming red cliff. Cain clicked his tongue in frustration. Could he really just trust Alice to save their lives here?
Suddenly, the ship jerked leftwards, the suddenly movement causing Cain to almost lose his balance as he leaned forward and then back, his arms swinging to try and regain his footing. What the hell was going on now? He stared down at the bridge, and saw Alice controlling the wheel of the ship. Ah, Devil Fruits. That explained how she was turning it so easily, against his current.
"fire the right side cannons! the recoil should help us push out of the current!"
"Fuck." Cain whispered as he noticed Kingston immediately moving. Of course he'd immediately move. It was an order to fire the cannons. Would the large man actually decline such a chance? He lit all three wicks simultaneously, and Cain wasted no time. He let himself slid off the mast, using the rope to rappel himself down. Just before he could reach the ground, though, the three cannons fired, and the ship made a very shark jerk, one that caused Cain's rope to whip him across to the right. Bending his knees, he allowed himself to land hard against the center mast, before bouncing off of it and finally landing on the deck.
"Well, that was a fun ride." He scoffed in amusement, as he secured the rope to the main mast. And then, once again, he looked forward, towards their first challenge of the Grand Line. The Red Line. CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS
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FORTUNE PIRATES
SWORDSMAN "FULMEN"
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uncertain disaster [o]
Jan 11, 2014 15:35:06 GMT -6
Post by lucas on Jan 11, 2014 15:35:06 GMT -6
"Looks like I wasn't needed after all, eh? Good work guys!" Slow claps sounding off as he stepped away from the cabin doors fully clothed, he didn't seem to worried at all. Rather, knowing from the beginning this his buds would be able to take care of everything even without his help, Lucas spared a glance off to his right, checking out things from that angle. Well, from that jittery motion and huuuuuge sound earlier he could assume that the cannons'd been fired off like Alice wanted. Probably meant that they were on course now and could get a few hours worth of easy sailing, right?
"By the way, i'm decent now," he spoke out. "no more of that throwing crap at me. It hurts a lot." Bringing himself to the railing of the ship before leaning himself over it, he decided on watching the waves for a bit. Nothing better to do at the moment aside from that or talk to his mates, but he found that getting too attached at times led to... what, bad situations? Still, he had to admit that something was off about the entire situation. Raising his right hand carefully before pointing out at the waves, he voiced a question. "Would it be a bad idea if I like... jumped into the ocean to catch some fish? Cause i'm pretty hungry right now."
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS
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