Avast, Mateys!

[highseasmods]

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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Comments

[om_nom_namur]

[In perfect working condition to come up with brilliant battle tactics and manipulate some shithead who doesn't want to be told what to do into doing what needs to be done. Excellent.]

Well Brighteyes, as y' can see we're under attack an' Marco's off...

[He gestures vaguely towards the efflorescent island and crosses his eyes.]

Got the Strawhats on the run probly drawin' 'em out, since I saw a couple a 'em shootin' over t' the ships thats on their tails, but we got 'nuff still comin' at us. Rose an' Leanne's runnin' recon, hell knows what ol' Shiki's up t', an' Rogue's gonna be out on the Dipper with a journal, case y' need her. I'mma head down an' see 'bout their steerin'. Ikki, Sel, an' Crocker still ain't reported.

[He pauses, seeming to go through things in his head, counting them out on his fingers, then leaps into a backflip, kicking a new cannonball back off the ship and into the bay.]

Think that's everthin', yeah.

[strongworld]

[Keep an eye on the horizon, as the ship Shiki headed towards slowly begins to float into the sky, accompanied by the screams of navy men as they, along with their weapons and supplies, are torn from the deck and plummet into the sea.

The disabled ship is then tossed into another ship that had moved in close to assist. That'll teach you to save your drowning friends!]

Jihahaha!

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur watches dispassionately as battleships suddenly start flying and crashing into each other.]

Think he's tryin' t' impress somebody or jus' havin' fun?

[thatched]

I think he's an idiot. Impressive, though, I've gotta say.

[there could be valuable loot up there or information that he's just smashing about. Contemporary of Pops or not, a careless guy was a careless guy.

Thatch cut another cannonball coming his way but one of the cutlass' chipped at the weight of the attack. These were not swords meant for his]

Want to watch the ship, Nam-chan? Or board with Feather-brain? Fresh from this place it's going to be a blood bath.

[chirpy as Marco was in double spring, once the flipped was switched he went in the complete opposite direction]

[om_nom_namur]

Been needin' somethin' t' sink my teeth int' lately. Come with, we'll leave the ship t' Sel an' the others.

[He stomps on the floorboards as yet another reminder to people below to wake the hell up.]

[And also nevermind that Namur wanted Thatch back to take tactical command. It'd be more fun this other way.]

[booyaka_boom]

*Selphie doesn't really appreciate being called a 'l'il shit' but she knows by that at the tone of his voice that this isn't time to mess around. She's just been distracted lately, okay?? Anyway, she appears up on deck soon enough, nunchaku dangling over her shoulder*

Okay, okay. L'il shit reporting for duty.

*Though if need be she'd casually remind him that she is second mate...*

[thatched]

[hey, part of tactics is going where you're needed...or will cause the most damage]

Lil shit is Namurian for Nunchuck Princess of his heart. [kisses the top of Selphie's head]

We're counting on you, Sweet Selphie.

[and to Namur]

Shall we do a surprise attack, Fishface?

[booyaka_boom]

*Selphie just beams when Thatch calls her that, looking like the cat who got the cream when he kisses her head. She's a sucker for your charm, Thatch. Selphie gives him a quick and happy hug, then throws a look at Namur, because he really ought to know that calling her sweet things wins her favour over way more than referring to her as a 'l'il shit'*

Oh, I see. Well, don't worry! I'll be right here with the ship - 100% intact!

[om_nom_namur]

[And an indulged li'l shit at that. Namur ruffles her hair.]

Countin' on y' sweetheart! Keep yellin' for Ikki an' Crocker an' Marco an' let us know when they check in, huh?

[He pulls up the bubbly coral on its string from underneath his collar, grinning at Thatch.]

Been awhile since y' went for a dive, man. Won't be 'spectin' a Devil's Fruit user comin' at 'em from below.

[thatched]

Will they be expecting a Devil Fruit user at all?

[do they even know what he can do? Well they're about to find out]

Bubble me up, baby!

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur shrugs at the first, winks at the second, pulling the chain over his head.]

Promise I'll be gentle, jus' for you.

[And also because the bubble might pop. Namur clicks the button near Thatch's head and slowly draws the bubble down so it'll take Thatch's shape before rounding out with extra air. If he slaps Thatch's butt with his free hand it's only because Thatch was asking for it.]

[thatched]

[he may squeak like a girl as that's what's expected.]

Watch your hands, you big bruiser.

[bugs bunny Marco style kiss to Namur's forehead and then salute to Selphie before he dives in the water. It's too good an exit to pass up, even though he knows he's going to be towed along by Namur since he'd never even come close to even matching Fishman speed]

[om_nom_namur]

[Can't help it, Namur just laughs for a few seconds before cocking his finger like a gun pointed at Selphie and winking again.]

Later, sweetheart!

[And he follows after Thatch, making sure he's got the coral back around his neck again.]

[It doesn't take them long to swim beneath the enemy fleet and around the ships Shiki's overturned. Namur chews through a couple rudders before turning to glance at Thatch over his shoulder.]

Ready t' head up?

[thatched]

[it's so nice being in the water he almost doesn't want to leave it again. He can't really do much as he is other than watch Namur work but that's fine. He doesn't mind squidding around and enjoying the ambiance.]

Ready when you are, matey. Shall we go up and over or pick a hull and [he wiggles his eyebrows] drill?

[with his cutlass' pointed above him to cut the way and Namur coming up from below they can probably get through a few decks at least]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur laughs hard, and dives. They'll need speed, and for that he needs distance to build it up.]

Why Thatch, I thought y'd never ask!

[After a short quest for a solid spot of seafloor, Namur finally settles on a submerged rock, poised to launch.]

Want me t' put a li'l spin on the end or jus' keep pushin' straight in?

[thatched]

Straight and true, just like the old man taught us. [and hopefully his blades will withstand it, but he has faith in them. He focuses, though holding the blades together parallel in the air and then when he has imbued them and his pompadour with his trust he opens his eyes]

Ready when you are, darling. Take us home.

[om_nom_namur]

[They'll make it, you great worrywart. Namur steadies Thatch's feet on his shoulders for the initial burst of speed, then leaves balancing to his brother as he focuses on cutting through the water as fast as he can. Each stroke of his arms and kick of his feet throws more power behind their trajectory, and they're closing fast one the hull of one of the enemy pirate ships.]

[thatched]

[Thatch is not the best at armament haki. But he coats the blades his hair and down with enough to last them until they plow up through the ship, smashing through decks along the way. The bubbly bursts at some point and they don't quite reach the top deck but they reach the one with a whole bunch of startled men just getting their weapons out in some kind of armory and that's good enough]

Aw look at that, Namur. [he lands lightly and swirls his cutlass' to fighting position... which would look better if he wasn't damn near brushing his head on the ceiling] You left the door open.

[and water is starting to pour in]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur doesn't bother posing as he lands. He just rips through the floorboards and gets enough traction with his hands to spin into a group of fighters with both feet in the air. He lands in a crouch.]

Smells like these boys need a shower after shittin' theirselves anyway.

[Oh, there are axes along the wall here. Well then, don't mind if he do.]

[Namur grabs an axe in each hand and swings them haphazardly into a knot of reinforcements. It's clear he has no idea what he's doing, other than making sure the pointy end slashes into the other guys, but he puts enough power into them that it makes a grand mess anyway. His pupils begin to dilate as the smell of blood begins to fill the air, making him euphoric.]

C'mon, bro! Race y' topside!

[He laughs, perhaps a little maniacally, and throws his shoulder into another group to push them back toward the entry.]