Malevolent Mist on Spice Island

[orderispeace]

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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[orderispeace]

The fist, unsurprisingly given the blinding effects of the thick smoke, missed its intended target but came to land with no lessening of the force behind it some what lower. The jarring attack on his sensitive bits sent Haytham stumbling paces backward. As he, doubled over, recovered from the sudden flash of white hot pain the fog began to clear and the element of surprise was gradually lost.

[followthecread]

As the fog cleared, revealing Haytham's bent form, Jim figured out where his blow had landed. What a satisfying turn of events. Except for the fact that his suspicious crewmate tried to knock him out.

It would be easier to kill the man before he recovered, and he really wasn't seeing many reasons not to. Kidd drew his cutlass, stalked forward, and pressed the blade against the side of Haytham's neck.

"The fucking Hell ye plannin', Haytham?" Kidd snapped.

Of course, answers were good, too.

[orderispeace]

Haytham nearly sulked as he, very slowly straightened his stance, attempting to find a position where he could look the pirate in the eye without encouraging the use of the cutlass that was still firmly placed by his neck. Answers were good, however given the curse's influence Haytham was unable to give any truthful ones. Instead he lied where before he might have been very frank.

"Harlock ordered that you should be captured. He was warned about the plan you had for hijacking the Mistress while the crew was away exploring the island."

AND NOW I LIVE AGAIN, hello

[followthecread]

"Really. An' what Rat wove such a daft Tale?"

Honestly, Haytham, what do you think Jim would do, stealing the Mistress alone? You need eight people in the least to pilot a Brig Sloop. Does he have a bunch of little robed Assassin munchkins hiding in the underbrush?

. . . You know, he'll get back to you on that.

But for real, Jim had no reason to trust Harlock or Haytham. The man who had just attacked him, however, didn't have such a good record going.

HUZZAH for school easing up! WB

[orderispeace]

Really Jim, its a blatant lie, it doesn't have to make sense.

"Does it really matter where he heard the accusation? People on these islands talk all the time. It only matters that the Captain did hear it and you are no longer trusted or welcome on the Triton's Mistress."

Course here was more of the same curse-caused lie. Anything that could divide the crew, cause them harm, or make them suffer... it was such a treat! He moved then, just a step away as he made the attempt to place at least a little distance between blade and throat.

"Perhaps its time you found your own way."