Malevolent Mist on Spice Island

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Who: Triton’s Mistress
Where: Spice Island
When: Oct. 10 - ??
What: As members of the crew touched by the mist grow more malicious they begin to cause turmoil on the ship turning a normal spice run chaotic.
Warnings: Possible fighting and language
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Closed to crew

The prow of the Mistress cut effortlessly through the salty water as the ship came to rest along side the dock. The uninhabited island was well known for its vast array of plant life, the bulk of which could be sold on the open market as spices or used to brighten up a weary sailor’s galley-cooked meals. Several large washtub sat on the dock just waiting for some one ambitious enough to fill them full of the island’s delicacies.

The trip to the island had been relatively calm with no major storms or hardships to slow their travel but now that they had docked odd things seemed to be happening all too frequently. Maybe the black mist the morning before had something to do with it?

[OOC: As usual feel free to start your own headers/threads! ]

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ONBOARD TRITON’S MISTRESS

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RANDOM ACTS OF MALICE

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GALLEY - LOOSE GOAT

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He shouldn’t have been able to get out on his own, goats were talented but rarely were they skilled in lock picking, but there he was, bold as you please, sitting in the middle of the galley eating away on the lettuce. It was almost as if some one had purposely let him out.

HARLOCK’S CABIN - INK

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Away for only a moment, when the Captain returned to his quarters he would find the place ransacked. Furniture upended, the bed torn apart, and clothing strewn from one end to the other. Such a malicious act of wanton destruction cumulated in every scrap of paper in the room, written on and clean, being thrown to the floor with a generous splattering of ink decorating everything.

THINGS SET ADRIFT

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Those unlucky enough to have left something important sitting out on a desk or bedside table might be horrified to discover that precious item has been dropped over board and now drifts away, or sinks down into the depths of the harbor. That’s just cruel really.

PERSONAL CONCERNS

[oneofthelost]

[Why has Alex "borrowed" a hat from Haytham? Because she felt like it. That's why.

There is absolutely no other reason at all. Nope.

But, well, during the day sailing on the tenth, she'll be seeking out her fellow crew mates one-on-one. There are just a couple things she wants to talk about.]

[chasing_waterfalls]

[Lyrik could be found in the galley, in the process of preparing some kind of baked goods- in this case, cookies. He had everything mixed, and was in the process of setting them on a baking sheet, shaping them with careful hands and adding little touches like a dot of jam or a few decorative nuts.]

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[Borrowed or outright stolen. A situation that in his particular state of mind made holding back the blade hidden on his wrist far more difficult than it had ever been in the past. His hand nearly shook from the effort of it as he made to confront her on the bow.

Fortunately he had a spare hat and that had been the one 'borrowed' so his own condition might still be concealed and when he neared it was a harsh tone that made it's appearance and not any steel. ]

In general I find a bonnet is more suitable for a lady than a gentleman's hat two sizes too large for her...

When did you take to petty theft?

Re: PERSONAL CONCERNS

[facelesshunter]

[The only time to catch Hester will be as she gears up to go into the wilderness: strapping in her machete, stuffing her backpack, tucking pistols into her belt, etc.]

What do you want?

[followthecread]

[Jim's up on one of the lower yards, strolling along it easy as you please. he's been checking all the rigging and such, making sure the ship's in tip-top shape. he seems to be enjoying himself--it was a really good excuse to be climbing]

[bloodheels]

[Lenalee can usually be found in either the dining quarters of the ship or of course the galley preparing something nice and good to eat.]

[just_a_minute]

[She could find Ban lazing about on the deck. His favorite thing to do other than eating up their food reserves. He was fairly oblivious to all as he reclined there, on his make shift lawn chair. It was just a collection of boards, barrels and ropes.]

[givemelee]

[Ratonhnhaké:ton was perched on one of the masts, looking out over their surroundings. Although he was engrossed in what he was doing, if would not be hard to tear his attention away from said task]

SPICE ISLAND

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BOUNTY BOX

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The bounty box, as they were called, sat there in the clearing partially covered with loose leaves and a few vines that had managed even in the short time the crate had been resting there to climb their way up the side. It had sat empty for so long… but that was about to change.

[OOC: The evil, yet childish pranks, can only go so far. As the desire to do worse and even more terrible things to his crew grows it will eventually prove impossible for Haytham to resist making use of the bounty box. If you want your character to get thrown into a box tag here! ]

[bloodheels]

She had started to wonder the Spice Islands, seeing what there was and just amazed at the sheer amount of different plants that existed. She wouldn't be sure of even what she could make out of half of them.

Kneeling down in front of a nearby plant, Lenalee had chosen to take a closer look and maybe ask someone in the crew if they had a better idea of what it was or not. What better way to learn after all.

[chasing_waterfalls]

     He wasn't as versed in plantlore as Noi and Roi were, but he'd learned a little, at least. So it was that the water dragon was interested to see what sort of things were on this Spice Island, since they could do for a few things to put in pastries.

     Lyrik wasn't disappointed as he'd found a few that he was familiar with, and those were really all that he'd need. He had taken one of the wooden tub things he'd found at the dock to gather a little since he had nothing else to carry them in, although he highly doubted he'd fill the entire thing. A little went a long way, after all!

     "Phew...this is a lot of work. At least if it were a garden you wouldn't have to wander everywhere...!" he sighed, leaning against a tree, perhaps not far from the box. He set his tub of spices down so that he could stretch out his arms over his head.

[followthecread]

What is there to do on an island you've never been to before, and one called Spice Island besides? Why, explore and collect spices to sell, of course! A little extra coin in pocket meant being that much closer to buying a ship of his own. He could spot the major spices, and that would be good enough.

Kidd had wandered far, far from the harbor, and far from everyone else. He abandoned his crate and knelt beneath a bent tree, inspecting the underbrush. He hummed a lively shanty, his posture like that of a panther's--relaxed, but with a coil in its stomach, ready to spring to action if needed.

Still, he didn't expect a trip to such a quiet island to be at all eventful, so you could say he was off guard.

[just_a_minute]

Not content to gather materials with the others, Ban was just doing a little exploring. He drew close to the bounty box all on his own. The existence of these receptacles was known to him but he was more curious about the functionality of them. Spotting it, he was leery of it at first. There could have already been someone inside.. and if so it wouldn't be long before someone came to collect them.

He stayed away from it for a while, listening for any signs of life.. but when everything remained silent he moved closer to inspect it.

Apparently endless days of being on sea and acting as a merchant ship was getting the better of him. He wanted to investigate something potentially dangerous. Setting a hand on the wood he scoffed. "If this is the best they've got.... it wouldn't be able to contain me." That couldn't be all there was to this thing... or a lot of the refugees could just use brute force to escape.

Naval Base on Ebony&Ivory

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Although nearly brand new the small Naval base situated near the bay was already coated with a fine layer of grime from the smog in the air. The walls were covered with iron making them difficult to scale while the round courtyard they surrounded held only a thick bared grate in the center of the floor to allow the overly abundant rain water to drain back out into the sea. The prison was set against the wall of the fort much like a stable might have been. Each faced towards the courtyard and iron bars with hefty locks blocked the doors.

Every morning before the sun had even lightened the sky the prisoners were ushered out of their small concrete cells, shackled, and marched out into the city streets for a days hard labor. The section of town called Ebony could use all the help it could get. The people here were incredibly poor and did not have the means to make repairs to the city themselves. The building and city streets were all in need of attention and that was where the Navy in all their wisdom found a solution, the captured pirates.

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Lenalee wished she could just use her boots and get out of here but it seemed as if the navy used something that prevented her from doing so. So along with a couple of others she had ended up stuck in jail and only let out to work and repair the city, which while she didn't mind, it was the way that they made them do it that she didn't like.

If she stopped they'd get the whip and slam it hard onto her back to cause her to flinch and try and keep up with the thought that it could happen again. Today was no exception as with the chains still in place and no way of using her anklets they pulled her towards the city and another day of work was to begin.

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For the time being Ban was being confined to his cell, locked in those draining irons. The wound that he'd been inflicted with had been enough to keep him from being sent immediately to work, but that didn't mean he was being treated any better than the others. Already weak from blood loss, the presence of the manacles make him feel akin to being sick. His limbs felt ungodly heavy, and just having to hold himself up was a great challenge. The navy hadn't even provided him with any medical care- if he recovered.. he'd be put to work. If he didn't- then there would be one less pirate. He was even still wearing his bloodstained clothes.

Some of the officers made it a sport to pass by his cell and taunt him.

The state he was in.. he probably looked a bit like a wild animal, his gaze hardened his body at it's limits.

Scouting

[arcadiasailor]

[Harlock immediately decided he's not fond of this island. Landfall had been a bitch with a good portion of his crew gone. The metal everywhere and destitute reminded him of places where the mechanic men were starting to move in. He pulled the cloak he had on tighter around him. At least one person had make the mistake to try mugging him.

The people that did seem to be working all clearly criminals. The town would rather have the Navy provide free labor than create actual paying jobs in this city.

A few were pirates among them judging by a few of the tattoos. There was a chance a few of his captured crew where among them. He keeps an eye out for blue hair or Lenalee's dark hair.

He passes down a street where chain gang works seem to be replacing the side walk.]

Checking on the fort

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Much worse for wear after his battle with Connor the formerly 'demon-possessed' Templar had made his way to a tattered balcony in town that happened to have the best, non-rooftop view, of the Naval fort situated on the lower ground near the bay. From the rooftops he might have been able to get some idea how many patrols there were and maybe spot any of their crew who might have been taken outside the fort to work, but with a broken arm protected by a sling there was little chance of being mobile enough to climb to the roof. No, he had to content himself with the view from here and give his battered ribs a chance to heal.

Who would have thought Connor had power like that?

And why couldn't he have used it sooner to prevent the crew being harmed.

Haytham closed his eyes and when he opened them again the fort lit up below him. Patrols of guards inside the fort glowed bright red while those he was searching for took on more of a golden hue. There were others too, in a pale blue, pirates or others forced into labor due to the corrupt practices of the Navy. Well, they would soon put an end to that.

With his investigation complete his sight returned to normal with a simple blink and then he was off, towards the fort's main gate. He would be no great force in a fight but maybe there would be some other way to set right what he had done wrong.

Let's start a riot

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Things had been put in place, at least for the young girl to be somewhat satisfied with. She knew when the guy with the keys would go on patrol and she knew now was getting closer to that time. In her mind all that was left to do was cause a little nudge and start the whole thing off, but she had to wait for the officer in question to be in view.

Her eyes would trailed off every now and again to check and each time he hadn't appeared. It caused her to worry that he won't come out but soon she spotted the familiar face and knew now was the time. He plan will be put in action and she hoped her friend would help her in getting the keys to the power draining shackles.

If they got that they should be safe from here on out. She hoped. Once the officer got closer the indiscreetly nudged a fellow prisoner, knocking him into another as an argument and eventually a fight started out causing the navy to spring into action as it slowly got bigger and bigger, more and more prisoners getting involve.

Now was the time for action as Lenalee looked over, hoping that her fellow crew would take the cue and try and attempt to nab the keys. All she could do now was hope things work.