Who: Miles Edgeworth, his dog and you!
Where: Town centre, Isla Empieza
When: 11th October
What: Miles Edgeworth wakes up and tries to convince himself that he is not in a pirate world.
Warnings: None.
Style: Action tag but I'll match.
Status: Open!

[Miles Edgeworth's first instinct upon reading the journal was to assume that he was the victim of a very poor practical joke. He must have been kidnapped and taken to some faraway place. Whatever for, he was still trying to work out but he ignored his journal entry - all that rubbish about becoming a pirate had to be part of said joke (despite the weird people walking around the town centre). Or some reason, he had been abducted and taken to some strange place. That was the only logical conclusion. Although that did not explain why Pess was with him.

Well, the only thing the prosecutor felt he could do now was a) find out where he was, b) look for a phone box (he did not have his cellphone on him) and c) call Detective Gumshoe who could make arrangements for his rescue.

....If he could find a phone box.

If you happen to be passing by the town centre, you may come across a grumpy-looking man with a cute black flat-coated retriever happily trotting beside him, wagging her tail and sniffing around. If you’re friendly enough, the dog might start barking and trot straight up to you to say hello! Which can be more than said for her owner. Alternatively, you might see her owner walking up to you.]

Excuse me, I would like a word with you.

[He might look like he’s glaring at you.]

Who: The crew of The Antoinette (which will include Kyouya) and you!
Where: Isla Empieza
When: October 8th onwards.
What: Fortune's Favors decide to make a stop to pick up Kyouya, gather supplies, and possibly recruit some new help. Someone please be their cook, Celes is going mad.
Warnings: None at the moment!
Style: Mainly action, but feel free to mix it up if you want!
Status: OPEN

( Cut for length )

Who: The crew of The Antoinette
Where: Anywhere on the ship.
When: September 16th - 21st
What: Crew log, featuring our special guest: The Storm!
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 at most.
Style: Prose or action, whatever you guys want.
Status: Closed.

( Yo Ho, ahoy and avast; being a pirate is really badass!  )

You wake up in an unfamiliar town, surrounded by unfamiliar people. There's some kind of journal clutched in your hand, and as you stare blankly around you, the sky slowly starts to turn a deep, murky green.

Confused?

You should be.

If you're in the town square, you'll also see thick, greenish mist starting to pour out of the fountain. It overflows almost instantly and spreads through the streets, curling around the legs of various townsfolk who don't seem to notice. It's hard to imagine they can't feel that sharp drop in temperature, though.

Don't bother trying to get up to escape these oddities, because suddenly you'll find you can't move.

It's almost as if everything just freezes in place: people abruptly stop walking, the breeze disappears, and there's nothing but silence hanging heavily in the air.

Until a gravelly voice begins to echo inside your head.


...Dribbling cack-handed deck apes — this be the trash I ended up with?

A ghostly figure appears then, large and looming over the town. He's almost skeletal, is wearing a large pirate hat, and looks none too pleased as he makes a disgusted sound.


Aye, these maggots will have to do... There's treasure here for the taking. Ye'd be best off heading for the seas to find it.

Because if ye don't...

The figure grows larger suddenly, and the green mist now surrounding him seems to pulse with a kind of charged energy, like the thump of some far away heartbeat.


Ye'll be regretting it.

He hangs there for a moment longer, gradually looking over the town and slowing turning in midair until...he stops.

And stares straight at you.

Those dark, empty eyes bore into yours for several long seconds—

And then the figure just disappears.

The sky clears, the streets come alive again, and you're left where you were before that whole episode started: on the ground, lost in a new world, with some kind of weird journal in your hands.

The next move is yours~