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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2007 11:32:32 GMT -5
(This is one of my RP's where I make really long posts, so I'd prefer it if you could atleast post a paragraph, preferably two at least, but I can definitely work with just one.)
Ah, the fresh roar of the seas, and the lovely evening ocean breeze; to a normal man, these would have been some of the most soothing sights and sounds in the entire universe. Then again, this was no normal man; far from it, in fact... This man was over six feet tall. Now, you may think this is nothing important... but the man's height combined with his green skin, tentacle-covered face, and crab claw arm made for quite an intimidating sight. No, this was no normal man... this man had cursed himself. The old captain could not feel what fleeting joy life brought... because he'd seperated himself from his heart. This, was none other than the legendary captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones.
As the Dutchman bobbed up and down upon the night seas, its captain had a hard, angry look upon his face. Smoking his pipe, he gazed out to land. As part of his curse, he could not set foot upon land but once every ten years... That was in fact the most painstaking portion of his curse... It agonized him as nothing else. Gazing out to sea however, he found something to occupy his mind... a ship, filled with men he could take into his crew. The old sea captain quickly took his pipe out of his mouth, and made an odd sound with his squid-like lips.
Jones abruptly headed below deck, only to find his crew once again gambling their years of service. "All hands to the deck! The Kracken has a chance for some fun tonight, as do the lot o' you!" he commanded, a stern expression on his face. As old Davy backed out of the doorway, he watched as the crew quickly took their places around an odd mechanism next to the mast. "Only once every ten years can I set feet on dry land, but there be no such rules against attacking innocent ships," the old captain proclaimed with a maniacal laugh as the crew turned the mechanism.
Soon, a burst of energy echoed forth across the seas, and a squid-like figure could be briefly seen launching itself towards the ship. All lay silent for a moment, but then a loud, monstrous cry could be heard for miles. Jones watched in anticipation as large, green tentacles rose from the depths, then quickly crashed down on the ship, smashing it to pieces. "Now to add to the crew," Jones proclaimed as he walked up the steps to the ship's steering wheel, quickly turning the ship towards the wreckage. The old captain was rather hopeful for once.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2007 17:40:58 GMT -5
Jones listened contently to the screams, laughing all the while. The old captain was certain he'd get many new recruits... else there would be many casualties. "You know what to do. Sub-due any who still have the will to fight," the harsh old man ordered to his crew, watching as they vanished from the surface of the ship. While they were rounding up the survivors, Old Davy planned on pulling closer to the ship.
Meanwhile, on deck, the crew began to round up the survivors of the wreckage. Many of them were covered in blood and trembling. One of them came a cross a man near where the captain's cabin had been, and dragged his unconscious form to be with the rest of them. Just as the crew were rapping things up, his steps rang out. The sound of a peg leg echoed through the night, and Jones appeared in front of the survivors. "What is the status here?" Jones asked, water spewing from his squid-like mouth.
"We have twenty-three survivors captain. Others have moved on, and the rest were claimed by the sea," a shark-like crew member replied.
"WRONG! I AM the sea!" Jones retorted harshly.
"Yes captain, my apologies," the crewman replied shamefully.
As their conversation concluded, Jones surveyed the men, ignoring the women and children. "Do you fear death? Do you fear that cold, empty abyss? All your deeds laid bare, and judgement placed upon you?" he questioned, attempting to fill them with guilt. "I can offer you an escape. One-hundred years before the mast! Post-pone judgement, and redeem yourself!" the captain proclaimed with falicy.
"Don't listen to him!" a voice rang out, instantly drawing the captain's attention.
"This one doesn't fear death? Then to the depths!" the old man proclaimed harshly, turning away as one of his crewman executed the man. Then he noticed the unconscious man. "This one is neither dead nor dying! What is his purpose here!?" Jones demanded menacingly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2007 19:09:11 GMT -5
Some of the crewman gasped as the man suddenly sprung to life. The fish-like crew cackled in sheer joy at the thought of a potential torture victim. Jones however was not amused nor surprised. Old Davy studied the man, unable to tell if he was afraid, or just shocked. Regardless, it didn't matter much to the captain.
"What are you all laughing at! You know what I require, yet here he sits, nigh-unharmed! You bring him to me in such a state!?" the old man demanded, water dripping from his squid-like mouth with every foul word.
Furious, Davy walked over to the man again, peg-leg pounding with every step. "You are neither dead nor dying! What is your purpose here boy!?" he demanded harshly, putting his hand to his sword as if to draw it at any moment.
The crew continued to sit back, eyeing the man hopefully. If things went their way, they'd have some gruesome entertainment tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2007 1:04:39 GMT -5
Jones laughed a bit, more water spewing from his squid-like mouth. Then he turned to the crew, laughing louder, and more boastfully. "A mere cabin boy. Huh. Well, seeing as he's not dead, and he's certainly not dying... I say bring him aboard. He'll be free to go... the very next time we make port!" the old captain joked, laughing madly. The crew joined in the laughter too, creating a harmony of foul voices.
Finally, old Davy turned to the man again. "You sir should consider yourself lucky. On any normal day, I'd be feedin ye to the Kracken. However... I'm feeling generous. I'll tell you what... you do exactly what I say, exactly as I say it, without question, and you're free as a bird the next time we dock at port," Jones offered, realizing full well the false hope he'd be giving the man.
The old captain was cursed to sail the seas, unable to set foot on land but once every ten years... It would be ten again until the next time he could do such a thing. It agonized his soul more than anything; twisting and turning him until he'd become the harsh, cruel being he was.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2007 13:50:53 GMT -5
Old Davy burst out laughing, and in an odd gesture, shook his head back and forth, sending drops of water everywhere. "So be it then!" the old captain replied, smiling with his cold, beedy eyes wide open. The crew laughed once more, and continued to smirk when they ceased. As the large group did so, they along with their captain, glanced to the rest of the crew.
Jones began pacing back and forth, observing the lot of them once again. One looked as though he were having the time of his life, as the odd man burst out laughing. "Do you not fear death?" Jones asked the man, gripping the man's throat in his claw-like hand.
"Fear death? Hardly! I welcome it!" the man replied enthusiastically, smiling.
Jones scowled at the man in irritation, tightening his grip. "SO BE IT THEN!" he said, as a loud, cracking sound could be heard, followed by the splash of the man's body hitting the water. "What about the rest of you? One-hundred years before the mast, postponing judgement, allowing for you to redeem yourselves? Will ye serve?" the captain asked with a commanding tone. Most of the men stood and nodded, but some still refused. "You there," the old man started, pointing to the crew. "Welcome aboard me crew! As for the rest of you..." he continued, pointing to the others. "... May the afterlife have mercy upon you," the man finished, dissappearing back to the Dutchman.
"You heard the captain! To the depths with these scalleywags!" one of the crewman shouted, as he began an execution. The rest of the crew followed suit. All that could be heard was a flurry of screams, followed by multiple splashes against the waves.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2007 14:47:53 GMT -5
As the crewman hustled the recruits and the living man aboard, Jones had them all stand still, and pointed to each of them. "You! All of you! From now on, you're part of the crew! And as part of the crew, you're part of the ship!" the old captain proclaimed with a wave of his claw. As Davy did so, the men were enshrouded in a strange aura. It quickly thickened, unleashing a blinding green light and mist.
When the mist cleared, the men were no longer among the mortal, but were like the others; each with an appearance now resembling a sea creature. "Do you swear to serve me until the end of your term? No questions asked?" Jones queried, oddly calm.
"We do sir!" came the reply.
With a smile and a shake of his head, which resulted in water being flung everywhere, the captain let out a small laugh. "Very good then. As for you..." he continued, turning his attention to the one man he'd left human. "Do you know how to cook? If so, you'll be cooking tonight. If not, you'll be in the crow's nest," the captain ordered fiercely.
Then, without another word, the captain stormed off; his peg leg pounding with every step. The squid-like man quickly opened the door to his cabin, and headed up the stairs, until he stood in a room with nothing but an odd heart-shaped device and organ. Quickly sitting down, Jones started the odd device, and then began to play the organ in accompanyment. The tune began sad, but as Jones began to play, it quickly turned menacing.
(Here's the song, btw. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fur86y7dQJ4)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2007 14:36:54 GMT -5
Continuing to play the organ, moving swiftly back and forth, Jones portrayed a sad, angry imagery of his mood. As the old captain got more emotional, he began to play more loudly, quickly drowning out his quiet, sad mechanichal device.
Why wasn't she there!? WHY!? I sail the seas, accompanying the dead to the other side, and anticipated seeing her for my one day every ten years I can set foot upon dry land, only to return to nothing! I don't understand! old Davy thought with fury and sorrow, intensifying the sound further; twisting the melody until it was more menacing than sad.
Meanwhile, upon the deck, one of the crewman with the head of a hammerhead shark noticed the man that had been appointed to the crow's nest was seeming a bit queezy. "AHOY YOU MAGGOT! YOU BEST NOT SPEW YOUR STOMACH UPON US, ELSE I'LL SEE TO IT THAT YOU HAVE NO FOOD TONIGHT!" the shark-man shouted.
Then, walking across the deck, the shark-like man eyed another human man. "You there! I don't recall bringing you aboard! I thought that maggot was the only one the captain allowed to stay human!" he exclaimed, pointing to the man in the crow's nest.
Suddenly, the organ ceased playing abruptly, and the pounding of Jones' peg leg could be heard echoing throughout the ship. Within moments, the captain burst forth from his cabin, rage obvious in his expression. "What's this about a stoaway!?" he demanded, glancing around the ship. Then his eyes fell upon the man scrubbing the deck. "You! You are not among the crew, nor did I bring you aboard! What is your purpose here!?" old Davy demanded.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2007 17:21:59 GMT -5
Jones listened to Tan'chu intently, furious at the fact a stowaway was aboard his ship. Just as the captain was about to give an order though, the other man he'd brought aboard came running, claiming to have helped him aboard. "Didja now?" the old captain replied with malice. "I asked only one thing of you boy! ONE thing! For disobeying me, you will spend an eternity on this ship! As for you..." he continued, pointing to Tan'chu. You are free to go when next we make port. The very next time we make port!" the captain ordered with a harsh tone before storming back off to his cabin, laughing at Tan'chu's predicament. The crew too laughed, slowly returning to their positions.
As the old man made his way up the steps, into his room, he stopped for a moment, falling to his knees in agony. For a moment, his appearance returned to that of a human. The man's face was old and wrinkled. From his chin fell a long, white beard. However, Jones' eyes reflected his pain and sorrow. What have I become? he wondered, nearly weeping. Suddenly, the man was filled with rage, as his mind drifted to her. The woman who had left him. The woman he'd wanted to spend the one day he could set foot upon lan during.
Yelling with fury, the captain rose to his feet, quickly returning to his sea-creature-like state, as he shattered a nearby table to pieces with his claw. Refusing to think about the matter more, Jones returned to playing that same menacing tune on his organ.
Back on deck, the crew watched as the captain headed back insie his cabin. "You had it lucky boy! He coulda had us kill ye on the spot!" one shouted, returning to his position with a menacing laugh. However, one crewman approached Tan'chu. "I pity you boy. For you see... we won't make port for the next ten years. The captain can only set foot upon land once every ten years. You... both of you... you have to leave..." he muttered, walking off.
Meanwhile, below the deck, many of the crewman participated in an odd game of dice...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2007 12:04:42 GMT -5
Below the deck, the crew were playing an odd game involving dice. Each of them was holding a cup with three dice inside, shaking it. Then, each of them pounded the cup against the table, and tilted them up just enough to see what they'd rolled. "Two threes," one muttered bitterly. "No, four fours!" another insited. "Five fours," suggested a third. "Six fours," came the bet of the final player.
Next, they all pulled up their cups to reveal their dice. There were five fours, two threes, one five, and four sixes. The two who had been right shouted in glee, while the other two beat the table with fury. "I'm free!" one shouted joyfully. At the instant the man spoke, the organ ceased again, and Jones appeared in front of the man.
"Are you know?" Jones asked in a menacing tone. "This calls for a celebration!" the captain exclaimed, unsheathing his sword and slaying the man before him. "Enjoy the afterlife," the old man muttered as he stalked off to return to his cabin, the sound of his peg leg echoing all the while. Then, as the man disappeared back into his cabin, the menacing tune of the organ could be heard echoing throughout the ship yet again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2007 20:51:31 GMT -5
"WE'RE WITHIN REACH CAPTAIN! ORDERS!?" rang out the shrill voice of a man with a sea shell encasing his head. Almost within syncronization, the organ ceased, and once again the pounding of the peg leg ensued. Moments later, the slimey green captain appeared, smirking and chuckling. "RELEASE THE KRACKEN!" came the old man's orders.
Instantly, another foul tune ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGNiq2jR-aM ) emanated from the crew as they began to push on a wheel-shaped lever, rotating it ever so slowly. As they did so, old Davy ascended a small set of stairs to the upper-deck, laughing devilishly in rapture. The next instant, the center of the wheel-like gear dropped, and a shockwave, accompanied by a loud 'THUD' echoed across the water.
Moments later, a shrill cry could be heard, and large waves were generated. The next instant, a large green figure could be seen flying just below the surface of the water for a mere moment. The sheer force rocked the ship, but it accomplished no more. Then came the screaming; the sheer fear echoed upon the sounds. The next thing the poor sailors aboard would know, they'd either be dead... or wish it, as the large green tentacles spiraled into the air, and smashed down upon the ship. This was the horror that was the Kracken.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2007 11:44:01 GMT -5
Laughing contently, Jones smirked at the thought of more miserable men being added to his crew. It was not a thought that lingered however, for moments later, canon fire could be heard, and the Dutchman shook. "IT WAS A RUSE!" old Davy shouted in fury that he'd fallen for such a trick. Whilst he'd been busy taking the bait ship, he and the crew had neglected to notice another ship pulling up behind the Dutchman. "TURN HER ABOUT MEN! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" the squid-like man shouted, rushing to the steering wheel of the ship.
BOOM. CRASH.
The sounds of canon fire loomed everywhere, and the captain payed attention to nothing but his steering... and something he seemed to be concealing in his massive beard. For a moment, a tiny, metallic glint could be seen, but was quickly concealed by Jones' mass of tentacles. "MAKE FOR THE ISLAND! THE CHEST IS NO LONGER SAFE!" old Davy ordered, fury in his eyes. Instantly, the crew flocked to their positions. "WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE KRACKEN TO RETURN!" the old man shouted, absolutely enraged.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2007 18:42:22 GMT -5
Fury flowing through him, old Jones signaled one of his men to take the wheel. "We need to stall them until the Kracken has returned! Notify me immediately once it has!" the captain ordered, a malicious look upon his face as he stormed off to his cabin. Within moments, the same eerie tune from before resumed, only this time far more dramatic and terrifying.
Despite the horror of it all, the crew laughed demonically all the while, joking to each other about their predicament. They remained oblivious to everything but each other and the fast approaching ship as the continued their duties.
(Such a bleh post... >.<)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2007 9:13:40 GMT -5
Eventually, an island was within site amongsth the thick fog that was coming together here. The opposing ship was nowhere to be seen; likely hiding and waiting for the opportune moment. Then, everything went silent except for the waves. The Dutchman rocked once more, but this time it was not from cannonfire. The Kracken had returned. At the very instant the beast returned, the organ ceased. Within seconds, the menacing pounding of Jones' peg leg could be heard echoing from the halls of his cabin.
Not a moment later, the door to the cabin burst open, and there stood old Davey. The old captain seemed more calm now, and was smoking a pipe. Just as when the man would speak, water dribbled from his open mouth onto the wooden piece. One would think it would easily put out the flame, yet it didn't. "As you are all aware, I cannot set foot on land once but every ten years. Since my time is not up, I'll expect you all to know what awaits you should you fail to act in my place!" Jones declared with force, but in a calm tone regardless. Almost without notice, half of the crew smirked devilishly, and left in the lifeboats, not even paying attention to the nearly overboard man.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2007 22:41:50 GMT -5
Jones noticed the bird instantly. The incessant cawing irritated him to no end. "BE GONE, ACCURSED FOUL!" the captain shouted, spewing water onto the bird. That was the least of his problems however. Somehow, the masts and crows nest had caught fire. The dampwood wasn't enough fuel, though, and they were burning out. Regardless, it was a threat. "Douse the flames! Then bring the weavil responsible for it to me!" the man ordered fiercely.
The crew rushed about, grabbing pails of water. All were completely oblivious to the men who were attempting to sneak off the ship. The crow still didn't cease to antagonize Jones however. "BEGONE!" the captain roared, drawing his blade and slashing at the creature.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 19:08:38 GMT -5
(It's fine, lol.)
Jones was shocked at what he saw before him. He hadn't expected metal to clash with metal. Yet, here before him now, was a young girl, blocking his assault. "What did you say?" the old captain asked, irritated. "You have no authority on my ship!" old Davy declared in fury as he leapt back. "I'm sorry to dissapoint you, lass!" With that last statement, Jones spiraled through the air like a cyclone at the girl.
Meanwhile, the crew reached the island Jones had spoken of. Quickly, they rushed ashore. They split into two groups. One stayed to watch the boats whilst the other went to search for the chest.
The group that searched for the chest found nothing but dissapointment though, for where the spot was located... was a hole. Within the large gap was nothing. "The heart is gone!" one shouted in panic as the others shouted in fury.
Unbeknownst to them however, a small group headed by an all too familiar pirate had what they were looking for. "Aye, now we need the key..." came the strange, half-drunk statement of Captain Jack Sparrow. And in his hands... was the Dead Man's Chest.
(Before you ask, yes it's okay to include canons that aren't taken.)
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