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- Fantasy, Horror and Sci-fi. I'll try basically anything though. I also love strange and unusual RP genre concepts. Different is good!
View attachment 3370 "Together we stand, feared and brave, in life with lies we rest. Of all the things that we hold dear a pirates life is best! The salted wind and oceans waves, for love in heart is kept. The days we spend on land, away, with scornful tears are met. Until the day we die we'll stand, united, strong and true. Below us be the lady sea, beloved of the crew ." - R.I.P. Stephen "Clamity' Winthrop. Late Poet and Boatswain aboard the Cutlass. View attachment 3371 Against the cold gray sky, Nautica's Cutlass pushed on through the Northern sea. Small waves broke just behind the ship, marking it's slow but steady voyage towards the kingdom of Helsink. The icy waters below sent a penetrating chill up to the ship. Anyone sailor unlucky enough to find himself, or herself, caught outside at night without a heavy coat would surly freeze to death. Already more than a handful of the crew had come down with a vicious case of frost bite and they certainly wouldn't be the last. Despite the chilling conditions, the night watch paced back and fourth on the top deck as Captain 9 Lives did the same in his quarters. It was about an hour till dawn and the first creeping essence of light could be seen in the western skies. ~Inside the Captains quarters~ View attachment 3372 Bright fire crackled inside the wood burning stove as Captain Claudius 9 lives stared out the bow windows. Although he had a flawless 180 degree view, it was near impossible to see much of anything at this hour. His mind was plagued with more than just rum tonight. Just below him, in the ships underbelly, locked up in the cell that usually held unruly crew and rats, was the Princess of Helsink. Captured under false pretenses and promise of protection, she was now en-route back to the home she ran away from. Nothing more than a precious, very valuable piece of cargo. The reward offered for her return by the King of Helsink was great indeed, and if the journey alone wasn't proof enough of that, the cold weather was. It would take a crazy or foolish man to embark on a journey like this, however the Captain was neither. The only thing Captain 9 lives is guilty of ? Greed. First Light Slowly, the stars began to fade from the night's sky and the gentle orange glow of dawn replaced them. First light. Soon the bells would sound and the crew, those that weren't still drunk from the night before, would be up and at 'em. The waters were smooth today, but any good pirate knows that this can change in the blink of an eye. Although there hadn't been much in the lines of work the past few days, the constant cold was keeping everyone on their toes.