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high_seas2013-10-24 05:16 am
breaks_pots) wrote in high_seas2013-10-24 05:16 am
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There's ghost ships off the port bow
Who: Link and the crew of the Charming Murderess
Where: At sea
When: During the Fog
What: Event Shenanigans and people hiding from their own crew
Warnings: People being cursed, people attempting to eat each other
Style: either
Status: Semi-open
[It was night, of course. The sun hadn't risen in days and everything was night. The orange moon sat across the horizon, barely visible through the fog. Just enough to know it was there. Like it was watching the sea and those on it.
Link was on the bow, trying to find anything worth seeing in the fog when he spotted the other ship. It came up fast and he had only enough time to let out a loud 'HA!' in warning before it was grazing silently against the side of the Murderess. The shambling ghosts that crewed it oblivious to the living crew they were now so close to. Unbridled curiosity got the better of the young hero and he was soon jumping across to investigate the strange sight.
When he returned, a short time later, he was moving slower than normal, but otherwise seemed fine. At least until he encountered someone and attempted to start chewing their leg off.]
Where: At sea
When: During the Fog
What: Event Shenanigans and people hiding from their own crew
Warnings: People being cursed, people attempting to eat each other
Style: either
Status: Semi-open
[It was night, of course. The sun hadn't risen in days and everything was night. The orange moon sat across the horizon, barely visible through the fog. Just enough to know it was there. Like it was watching the sea and those on it.
Link was on the bow, trying to find anything worth seeing in the fog when he spotted the other ship. It came up fast and he had only enough time to let out a loud 'HA!' in warning before it was grazing silently against the side of the Murderess. The shambling ghosts that crewed it oblivious to the living crew they were now so close to. Unbridled curiosity got the better of the young hero and he was soon jumping across to investigate the strange sight.
When he returned, a short time later, he was moving slower than normal, but otherwise seemed fine. At least until he encountered someone and attempted to start chewing their leg off.]
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Him? His is by choice, and he's perfectly fine with that.
But this isn't the crew from the Pearl, and he's not entirely sure he's exactly okay with the lot of them. There's no Marty, there's no Cotton. There's no Pintel and Ragetti. Really, it's absolutely nothing like home.
He stays where he is a moment, bony hands plucking at what's left of his tiny little shirt, before dropping and making his way over, clucking quietly.
Really, despite his outward appearance, he acts no different than any other capuchin monkey.]