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Avast, Mateys!

Who: The Crooked Bone Boys, Esper "the Conflagration" Jones, and you!
Where: All over the high seas!
When: Tuesday, March 24th
What: Fighting, fire, winning, losing, and a whole lot of smack talk.
Warnings: Just your usual potential battle-type violence.
Style: Any!
Status: Open!
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The Bloody Roses | Deesuko Ballia
"Looks like we're gonna get some action today." He draws his sword and then yells to the rest of the crew, "All hands on deck!"
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Well look at that. They're crazy enough to attack the Bloody Roses, huh?
[he smirked a bit] this is gonna be fun. I'll get my sword.
[he ran back belowdecks for a moment to retrieve his weapon, also taking a moment to tell Faye what was going on... She'd probably have to man the canons]
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Johnny jumped straight down from the top of the mast, readying himself for a fight.
"I think I've seen a lot worse."
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Katabami | At sea to the north of IE
[There's something to be said for a first mate that happens to be a parrot. There's no better lookout you could ask for, that's for certain. Reports are a little short on details, but at least he gets straight to the heart of the matter.
The parrot swoops down to settle on Motochika's shoulder, feathers puffed up and grumbling to himself, clearly distraught. That's not a good sign.]
Sounds like we're in for company!
[They'd weathered the krakens well enough, but they're a skeleton crew at best. Combat isn't the issue, keeping the ship afloat is. Luckily they have enough experience under their belts to make a go of it. If they can keep from being boarded, they may make it through intact.]
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Are we under attack?
[She squinted at the ten ships in the horizon.]
What should we do, Motochika-san?
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[Hopefully. There are an awful lot of them. They have a bit of magic on their side, but it will only do so much against that much firepower.]
If things look grim, we turn tail and make for the nearest island.
[It's not his favorite strategy, but he'd rather keep his ship and crew safe.]
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[Thankfully she now knew where the guns were, and was already busying herself with wheeling out the Gatling gun from before.]
If they come close to us, I could go onboard their ship and take care of as many crew members as I can.
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Straw Hats | off the coast of Serenes
But then several more come into view behind it, and there's a sudden cloud of smoke off the side of one of the ships followed by the delayed sound of cannon fire, and he sighs a little.]
Mah, guess the old lady was right...
[Well, he could use some action anyway, and deflecting cannonballs is easy. He hops lightly up onto the railing to kick them away, calling out at the same time:]
OI!! PIRATES COMING FROM THE WEST, ALL HANDS ON DECK!
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Mmm? Pirates...more different ones?
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Guessing it's the ones we were warned about. The assholes are firing at us, in any case, so they ain't friendly.
[They're also not slowing down, meanwhile their ship is still anchored and everything. Even if they wanted to, they probably couldn't outrun them.]
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We ought to pull away from the island before engaging. It's full of magic that would be disrupted by violence. How many are there?
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You guys are so noisy this morning. Keep it down. [stop bein rude]
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Oi. We've got visitors. Wanna play?
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Hey didn't we fight these jerks already? [why were they waking him up for]
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Hazmats | Palm Tree Island
The sound of cannons being fired is rather a shock, actually.
He jumps up immediately, book forgotten as he looks around wildly, and there's a huge splash out in the water not far from their ship that draws a curse from him.
Of course. Of course.
He doesn't even know where most of his crew is right now. Some are off camping further inland and he hasn't seen their captain in days...
Not that Draco can't handle himself, but he doesn't want to have to explain to everyone how their ship suddenly ended up at the bottom of the ocean.
With another curse, he pulls out his wand and summons his broom, before shouting and hoping that SOMEONE else hears him.]
HEY!!!! OH BLOODY CREW OF MINE!! IF ANYONE ELSE WOULD LIKE OUR SHIP TO NOT BE DESTROYED, NOW MIGHT BE A GOOD TIME TO COME BACK FROM YOUR BLOODY CAMPING TRIP!!!
[He even shoots some red sparks high up into the air, before realizing that he's probably never informed anyone else that generally that means HELLO I NEED HELP GET YOUR ARSES OVER HERE RIGHT NOW. Oops...]
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Roxas breaks through the trees a few moments later, onto the beach.]
What's going on?
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Draco's just climbed onto his broom and is hovering there a few feet off the ground. He throws his arm out in the direction of the ship.]
That.
["That" being another large splash of water and wow these pirates have bad aim apparently. Or maybe they're just warning shots. Presumably they'll want to search the ship eventually, after all.
Behind their own ship, a short distance away, several other ships are starting to box theirs in.]
Some arseholes are attacking us! Want a lift over?
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A lift is good. We have to stop them from sinking the ship, or everyone's gonna get mad.
[He hoists himself up onto Draco's broom, putting his arms around his middle to stabilize himself.]
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The Spade Pirates | Serenes
[Namur takes a deep breath, then bellows loud enough to be heard throughout the entire ship, adding a bit of haki to the sound so it'll penetrate.]
TIME T' WAKE UP DUMBASSES! GOT A BUNCH A CHUCKLENUTS THINK WE NEED A BIT MORE IRON IN OUR BREAKFAST!
[The volley wasn't aimed at them, but he swings out over the rigging to unhitch the Dipper anyway. If they're going to be maneuvering, having a ride-along will only slow them down. Besides, someone might want to use it to creep around and attack from behind. It's amazing what you can do with a tiny little ship no one's paying attention to.]
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Eh? These idiots really have a death wish, don't they?
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[Namur reels to the side, brow furrowed with suspicion. Then he recognizes the voice and calms down, somewhat.]
Hey, new guy, right? Sheheheh! 'S 'bout time the native boys decided t' come out an' play.
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Nam Nam! What's going on?
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GAH!
[Without thinking the man grabs his rotating rifle and fires at the door. Opps. Oh right. At least the door opened. Pressing his glasses on, Crocker runs out in his boxers and shirt]
WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE ARE THEY?!
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[Namur motions to the cannon bays. Crocker's had time to work out how cannons function, right?]
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