All fun and games

[hiken]

Who: The Spade Pirates
Where: Nuevo Empieza, an unnamed Military Base
When: 11/29 - 12/1
What: The Spade Pirates fall into a trap
Warnings: V for Violence, R for possible gore
Style: Action!
Status: Closed to Spade Pirates and anyone on Nuevo Empieza

The comments below are going to represent focal points during this plot!

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11/29

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[Exploring Nuevo Empieza!

The Navy will immediately know the moment the crew reaches shore, so within three or four hours, they'll have a half dozen ships geared. Halfway through the day, those ships will close in on the island. Towards the early afternoon, the soldiers will start hunting down the Spade Pirates.]

11/29

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[Late evening, after the ambush. The remaining Spade Pirates are called back to the ship by Ace, bloodied and bruised. In his left hand, he's carrying a set of shackles for hands and one's own neck. Around his neck, there's a bloody and bruised impression from where he had been wearing it.

He doesn't say a thing, other than slamming a map down on the deck, drawing a flintlock pistol from his belt. Wordlessly, he shoots the map at a certain location and then discards the pistol.

Right after, he drops the Striker off of the deck and jumps into it, taking off on it. The map is partially of Nuevo Empieza, with another smaller island a few miles away. That second island, the one Ace shot, is simply labeled 'Base'.]

11/30

[hiken]

[The Navy Base.

With their prisoners in tow, the Navy sailors take no small effort in dragging their quarry around as roughly as possible. Pirates other than the Spades are gathered as well, being lashed in the middle of the square and thrown back in their cells after their names have formally been called.

Everyone is told that early the next morning, each and every pirate captured will be hung by the neck until death--as formally as that may sound.]

12/1

[hiken]

[The sun rises like any other day and...

The entire Navy Base is up in arms, because one of the front-runner galleons owned by the base's Admiral is now up in flames.

Executions are still being drawn out and scheduled, though. Nothing is going to stop the Navy from attempting its gruesome task.

Though, a young man spotted with blood strolls through the crowd of Navy soldiers, walking opposite of their direction--towards the gallows. While other men sought to put it out, he walked right past it, fixing his fancy upturned hat and feather, regarding the gallows with disdain.]

11/30

[lonelygod]

There are certain advantages to not sleeping. Not the least of which is a simply the sheer amount of time one has, linear or otherwise, free when one goes without that simple human need. And if you're not human and don't actually need to sleep, then it's even easier to capitalize on the time. Something the Doctor is more than happy to do right now.

Anyone near the Sun would find it hard to miss the "inventor" out on deck rather than squirreled away in his workshop. He'd set up a bit of a makeshift workstation, really a collection of barrels and a board balanced on top, and the whole mess was strewn with wires, little bits of glass, and various bits and bobs that most people would probably consider junk.

And at the center of it all was a sword. Anyone who'd seen the Doctor, spoken to him, or really been around him at all would easily recognize the significance of that. Weapons simply were not in his general vocabulary. But clearly that was not the case today. As the buzzing of a sonic screwdriver filled the air the Doctor barely glanced up. His usual jovial demeanor was gone, and there was a nearly palpable sense of pressure around him as he worked.

Occasionally he would mutter something to himself during a lull in his work, and sometimes snatches of a tune he was humming drifted across the deck, a singsong-y military cadence familiar to one individual in any universe. For the first time since the Great Time War, a Time Lord was going to war. And he was going armed for Dalek.

Late 12/1/afterthefact

[booyaka_boom]

Following her rescue, and after some medical care, Selphie is bandaged up in her bunk. A bath, some food, and water, seem to have taken away much of her physical fatigue. At least, she's not nearly as low on energy as she was. But she has shown no attempt to leave her bunk at all.

The problem isn't a physical one. She's never been one to let something so trivial get in her way. Now, the problem is the various thoughts going on inside her head. The trouble she put everyone in... The pain that potentially happened to those attempting the rescues... And, of course, the fact that she was a soldier, but had been so incapable to fight back.

She'd tried, and she'd given the navy no answers, no matter how much they tortured, ridiculed, or threatened her. At least she didn't give anything away. But it just wasn't good enough, and she was angry with herself to the point that she was far too embarrassed to go out on deck and see anyone. She knows she's let so many people down...

12/1 - Evening

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[Ace had secured the Navy ship. For the first hour or so, he steered it to the best of his abilities, pausing in his maneuvering to set aflame the sails of the ships that had been pursuing. After some time, he lost them, tailing the Sun, though barely. When all was said and done, Ace stumbled onto the middle of the deck of that ship and stared up at the stars, realizing it was a clear night. The last of the fight in him vanished in an instant--the moment it was no longer needed. So, he gave the sky one little smile before collapsing on the deck, falling asleep right where he landed.]