Go to bed elf, you're drunk

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And then we fucked and spent the rest of the voyage together.

Best time as a cabingirl, ever.

You shouldn't keep those gel sacks stuffed in your robes' breast pockets, Mr. Elf-Without-Elf-Ears.

People might think you're a girl or something.

>Kissing a drunk girl

Don't. Ever.

Unless you're equally drunk, in which case you won't mind it when she burps while she's kissing you.

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>>32015702
Elves don't get drunk, she just using this as an excuse to tell you how she feels. Don't leave her hanging. I've seen them make a blood eagle out of someone that broke a young elfs heart.

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>>32015678
I know cap'n, but you're drunk and I think you need to sleep it off somewhere quiet.

I'm sure you'll be your usual self, threatening my life if I tell anyone about this in the morning.

>>32015735
>Not kiss burping back and forth forever

It's like you've never seen an oni couple.

Sexiest of shit, having a lovey dovey macho passive agressive relationship where you bride yourself on mountain annihilating sex and alchohol.

>>32015678
Go back to sleep, my captain, you're drunk.

Tis only the grog talking.

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>>32015735
>>32015760
>Burping fetish

>>32015678
"It's let it guards down! Strike it! Now!"

>>32015771
>Kisses you
>Windefull yeasty taste of alchohol mixed in with your own
>Burpse
>Get a whiff of her taste, about to gag but she giggles
>C'here you
>Return the favor
>She does so
>we basically giggle and breath air into one another as it makes our chests pound like fucking crazy, fooling and flainign about in each others embrace

However, I'm not the kind of cunt who likes gas clouds in my 2d burp pictures.

>>32015702
That's not an elf, look at the ears bro.

>>32015791
Well, it isn't as bad as fart clouds.

>>32015808
Yeah, bugger that noise, everyone one known when methane reaches a visible point that it makes the air wavy like a a Depth of field on a hot summers day.

Ma'am, please, remember your position.

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>>32015678
What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor, tg?

>>32016178
Throw her in the bed with the Captain's daughter!

>>32016178
Make him play PF till he's sober.
Make him play PF till he's sober.
Make him play PF till he's sober,
early in the morning.

>>32016178
Shave her legs with a rusty razor.

>>32016203
You fucking neckbird.

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>>32016224
>neckbird

>>32016199
Hey now, the weekend smut thread hasn't started yet.

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>>32015678
Oh, hello this post, it's been a couple months.

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>>32016259
There's nothing smutty about a woman cuddling with her daughter.

>>32016178
Stick -er in a barrel with a hosepipe on 'er!

>>32015678
>I-I love you too captain-sempai.

AND THEN NOTHING HAPPENS CUZ I'M A BETA CABINBOY.

>>32016178
put 'er in a longboat till shes sober.

>>32016343
The last time Is saw a mother cuddling with her daughter, It ended with the daughter being mind raped.

I'm gonna hold off.

>>32016833
This isn't 40k anon. Lesbian Eldar incest would probably create an entire battalion of Slaanesh daemonettes.

>>32016858
You see this is why I like Newmen, at least when they start munching carpet, it won't unleash Sex Armageddon.

>>32016833
too much Kill La Kill

>>32015678

Gods almighty we have a meeting with the Tongan Ambassador in- Now. Oh shitting hell- (why the fuck they put an alcoholic half-elf in charge of this I'll never know)-
Look Captain. Captain, listen. Captain I- Yes you're pretty- Captain we need to talk business with the nice man, or our COUNTRY GOES TO WAR AND WE ALL DIE!!

... N-No, please stop crying! Please, please just- No- NO! KNOCK IT OFF YA DAMN DRUNK- Ok, ok, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry I-Just-Will-

Fuck it. Steward! Get me as many coffee as you can carry!
And tell the Ambassador the captain- er- will be out shortly. (I wonder if there is a spell to sober her up?)

>>32017151
>Making a drunk woman cry
What a brute, not an ounce of shame in him.

Yep, the shitspam is back.

>>32017188

Lets do what we always do. Try to make a campaign idea out of it and then none of us uses it

>>32017176
>not wanting an XO who's an ornery son of a bitch
Do you even ships?

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>>32015678
What did I tell ya? He can't hold 'is liquor...

Plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, and carry her to her chambers.

"Hush Cap'n, such delightful grog, isn't it? I guess you need some rest. If you still nurture those feelings by the morning,i will be waiting at my usual spot tending the cannons, like I always do, Good night."

>>32017223

XO? I get Officer but X? If you mean like the first mate like in >>32017151 or the captain?

Captcha; Second Haializ

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>>32015678
>tfw my current character is a shut-in chivalrous cleric who probably wouldn't know what to do in a situation where a drunk girl told him that she loved him

"Y-you too..."

>>32017259
eXecutive Officer, I think.

>>32017234
>elf
>outdrinking a dwarf

man that scene was retarded

>>32017282
Bingo. Contrast with CO = Commanding Officer. I think the military guys thought EO was too much like EIEIO and didn't want farm animal jokes.

>>32017259
Executive officer.

>>32017277

I swore that was gonna finish with "shut-in chivalrous cleric who gets drunk, lonely and flirty".

>>32017284
If you go with alcohol = poison, Wood Elves get immunity from (natural) poisons it kind of works. I still go by the rule of thumb that if it ODs a human, a Dwarf can drink twice as much of it.

>>32017282
Ah, that makes sense. I kinda like the idea of that for a campaign (a XO who's really shit and your party picks up the pieces leaving him/her to drown her sorrows at the worst possible time, just before a pirate attack/ambassador talks/etc)

>>32017334
I bet wood elves would only drink wood alcohol. Humans can't handle it, so that just feeds into their elvish narcissism.

>>32017350

Hypothetically you could get wood booze. You make alcohol just by "letting things rot" with the other stuff mixed in, yes?

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>>32017284
Dwarves have terrible drinking tolerances compared to elves.
A dwarf lifespan is 400 years, and by that age, an elf is just getting seasoned in the tavern, since they can live to be 700 years old.

Sounds like she's turning into a cultist.

>>32017326

Usually if anyone cracks wise, they make them crack wise until they hate it, or from stories I hear.

Someone whistles too much? Lock them in a locker and tell them they have to sing every time some puts a coin in the slot.

Someone day dreaming out the window? Tell him to hug each tree that was in view of the window he was staring out of.

I'm just imagining poor fuckers on run sounding off to EIEIO.

>>32017334
>a XO who's really shit and your party picks up the pieces leaving him/her to drown her sorrows at the worst possible time, just before a pirate attack/ambassador talks/etc)

I'ff left youguyz in SO... so much trubble... I'm not fit to work on a shhhhhhhip. Mum was roight. I shudda bin a whore... sniffle-sniff... ku...a ha...waaaah...
UWAAAAAH!!

>>32017390

What did Mc Donald like to fuck?
> Mc Donald like to fuck the duck!
What did he fuck while wearing 'wig?
> He would try to fuck the pig!
Sound off!
> Ee eye!
> SOUND OFF!!
> EYE OH!!

>>32015678
You clear your throath, as you slowly bring down you mug of beer and eyeball the Captain for a moment. She is clearly shitfaced, and while you aren't the worst sailor to ever lay eyes upon, you guess that most of this is the rum talking. And boy, since she downed more than half the bottle by herself, a lot of talk it is. Nevertheless, you didn't make it to First Mate by being helpless in times of crisis, and you decide - despite your own considerable measure of inebriation - that it is time to act and sort this out.

"Aye, Cap'n, always have and will, no worries, I know." you respond, trying to sound appeasing.
"But, it's getting late, aye? How about we get back on board and inspect the bilge?"

She protests only mildly, but then picks up on your not-so-subtle suggestion to get under the deck and fool around in the dark of the cargo hold. At least, that is what you tried to convey, hoping that'd make it easier to get her to come with. It does. You hoist her arm across your shoulders and walk out of the tavern, after dumping an appropiate amount of coin, and make for your ship.

The night has saltwater, bread and bacon, milk and cool wipes in store for your captain. Not that she needs to know right now. You hope she passes out in between, so you can shove her in her bunk, maybe grab a bite yourself, puke over the rails, before you call it a night yourself. But after last time's run, your crew and her really deserved this night of debauchery.

As you approach the ship, strung up to the wharf, with the aft spring taut as the sea is anything but still in the breeze, you look at her again. Maybe you shouldn't be so forgiving and caring with her. Just then you realized she has actually passed out and is drooling on your shirt.

[ ] Go on ...
[ ] Try to wake her up. Cold water will do it.
[ ] Just stuff her in her bunk as-is, her morning hangover be damned.

>>32017593
>Just stuff her in her bunk as-is, her morning hangover be damned.

>>32017593
>Just stuff her in her bunk as-is, her morning hangover be damned.

>>32017593
>Just stuff her in her bunk as-is, her morning hangover be damned.
Bring a bucket next to the bunk just in case.

>>32017593
>[x] Try to wake her up. Cold water will do it.

>>32015678
>Drunkelf.jpg
>Round ears

>>32017652
Half elf that takes more after her human parent?

>>32017444
Ma'am, ma'am please, you're not 13, stop crying in public!

>>32017645

This. Dpending on your relationship with her, you can tease her a bit in the morning. For now, tick her in and get some rest before the nexxt run.

>>32017682

I will CRY if I wanna! I will DRINK if I wanna! I will-hic-yeeeeeeeugh!!
T-That was close, I nearly-
HOOOARK!!
...
...
... Clean me.

>>32017593
Carry on, what next?!

>>32017662
What, are all girls elves? Its a human brown pirate girl. Nothing more, nothing less. Yar har fiddle dee dee row row row the asshole and all that.

>>32017614
>>32017637
>>32017645
>>32017651

For a moment you ponder splashing her face with some cold seawater, but you feel your own intoxication taking it's toll. As the idea of waking her up runs through your slow mind, you realize how much effort that might be and decide to make this quick. Your drag her up the boarding plank, across the main deck and down the narrow hallway. Considering your incapacited finesse of motion, you just grab her under the arms and drag her for the last bit.

Eventually you bump into her cabin, butt first, and haul her limp body into the bunk. Absentmindedly, you pull her boots off, leave them where they fall, and drag her jerry over. Thank the seven seas it had been cleaned and emptied before you reached port. You toss a towel somewhere near her head and pull the linen blanket half over her, then you leave the room.

Stumbling down the hallway again, you return to the main deck, and breathe in the salty, fresh and cool air. The longer you are outside, the more your head is clearing up. The former idea of puking over the rails ism, despite the rocking motion of the ship, losing itself in the distance.

[ ] Call it a night. May the morning be merciful.
[ ] Stay up for a bit more, enjoy the sea, smoke a pipe of those fresh herbs you got in port.
[ ] Make yourself puke over the rails regardless.

>>32017760
>Yar har fiddle dee dee row row row the asshole

I saw that in a dirty magazine once.

There is a common (lewd) dark-skinned elf girl pic. She seems kinda simillar- bar ears. I guess people are starting form a head-canon of anime girl = elf girl.

And if your setting's elves have big eyes, that might be kinda true.

>>32017783
Call it a night, I say.

>>32017783
Second option. You'll need to be rested in mind and body to deal with a temperamental hung over elf with the legal authority to have you flogged.

>>32017783
>[ ] Call it a night. May the morning be merciful.
I see a pistol in your face threatening you over telling anyone this in the morning.

>>32017783
>[x] Call it a night. May the morning be merciful.

>>32017783

Have a smoke. A little bit of night-watch in such a quite port can't hurt, right?

>>32017783
>[ ] Make yourself puke over the rails regardless.

Get that poison out of your system. You don't want to have a headache tomorrow, unlike somebody else.

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>>32017444
Do not be sad, meatbag! Your command methodology is 5% more effective than the other officers aboard this ship. Does that not make you happy?

>>32017801
>>32017804
>>32017820
>>32017834
>>32017836

You stand there for a moment, and while you ponder your options, you stuff your pipe. As the night quiets down around you, and the sound of the sea is slowly replacing the sound of the sailors, pirates, whores and wenches, you feel oddly at peace. Drunk, but at peace. Peaceful enough to put the pipe away, saving it for the morning, should you suffer from otherwordly headaches. Just postponed, not forgotten, you tell yourself.

You lick your lips, tasting the sweat and sour aftertaste of the beer, with a hint of stinging acid from a suppressed burp. Although your stomach has clamed down when you let Mother Sea do her work, you still think about letting it all out to get the alcohol out of your head. You step to the rails, take a deep breath and try. Two fingers in your mouth, you clench your eyes shut and try to dangle your funny bit back in your throat.

"Jacobs!" bellows a deep voice behind you. That ... sounds like that guy you and the Captain slung cards with just a few hourglasses back. He lost, you remember hazily. No sleep for you, it seems.

[ ] Finish the puke, then address the man.
[ ] Abort the puke and face the man down at the pier right away.
[ ] Abort the puke, but pull out that pipe again before facing him.

>>32017917
Finish the puke first. Aborted puke is the absolute worst feeling.

>>32017917
>abort and equip pipe

>>32017917
>[ ] Finish the puke, but pull out that pipe again, then address the man.

>>32017917
>[ ] Finish the puke, then address the man.

Once we are set on a task, we ain't abortin' nothin'.

>>32017917
>[x] Finish the puke, then address the man.

>>32017917

Finish puke (take care not to hit him), have a smoke (so you don't stink of puke) and chat to the guy while smoking. Maybe offer him a pipe to calm him.

>>32017936
>>32017941
>>32017949
>>32017954
>>32017982

"Just a moment!" You shout back, then shove those fingers in there. You can feel nothing at first, just the slime of your saliva on your fingers, then your throat and stomach contracts and a jet of lukewarm, yellow-ish fluid shoots out of your mouth and lands in the water below. You blink some tears from your eyes, spit out whatever mouthful of vomit you had left, then stretch.

You feel horrible and relieved at the same time, then wipe your mouth (and beard) off with your shirt-sleeve. As you walk over to the other side of the deck, you pull out your pipe, stuff it between your lips and light it. The blueish smoke slowly creeps up, only to be distorted by the breeze once it leave the protection your body gives from the wind.

"Havin' a rough night, eh, First Mate Jacobs?"
"I reckon the Marlin steak had seen better days is all, Mr. ... Collins?"
"Colling. The name's Colling. I want'a see your Cap'n. Lost a lot of coin with her t'night, and I'd like a rematch."

You take a drag from the pipe again, and feel calm and more and more in control of yourself. The dull humming of the alcohol becomes more background than foreground, and you can see that Colling doesn't seem to aggressive. Just a certain shade of unhappy. The two men with him - sailors from his ship, you remember vaguely - do not seem to be too agitated either.

[ ] Offer to convene in the morning. The Captain is unavailable.
[ ] Offer to see if she can be woken up. Back to the cold water plan here.
[ ] Tell him money lost is money gone and he should take it like a man of honour. Another day will come.

>>32018054
>[ ] Tell him money lost is money gone and he should take it like a man of honour. Another day will come.
Deal w/ it nerd

>>32015805
Only this Anon even met the Perception DC.

>>32018054
>[x] Offer to convene in the morning. The Captain is unavailable.

>>32018054
1 or 3. Your captain is drunk and defenseless, you're not setting her up in a room with angry men who want to extract value from her, whether in coin or otherwise.

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>>32017002

>>32018054
>[ ] Tell him money lost is money gone and he should take it like a man of honour. Another day will come.

Might get punched, but whatever.

>>32018054
>[ ] Tell him money lost is money gone and he should take it like a man of honour. Another day will come.

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What's going on in this thread?

>>32018065
>>32018069
>>32018070

You blow a circle into the wind - at least you try. It kind of starts like one, but then the breeze shuffles it all up. You hum to yourself, mildly disappointed, before you address Colling. Partially because of the herbs, partially because you are getting tired, you radiate a certain level of calm that could easily be confused for confidence. You hope, at least.

"Mr. Colling, not to expense lessons of life at such a late hour, but money at the gambling table is money lost as soon as you put it down. Only what you take home is yours. Now, while I am sure the Captain will have some time in the morning, we're leaving port before noon - don't throw good money after bad money and bet on that rematch."
"Don't think you heard me a'right, Jacobs. I wasn't asking for no rematch, I told you I want one."
"Alas, Mr. Colling ... our wishes are fulfilled as the seas see fit. Tonight will not be the time for it. Will be happy to see you in the morning, though."
"If you leave this port before I get my rematch, you can cross the Carribean off your friendly waters list."
"T'is personal, isn't it?"
"Morning hours, Jacobs. Make sure your Cap'n's awake or I'll wake her myself."

He turns around, followed by his men. You take another drag from the pipe and follow his steps into the dark, until you lose sight of him.

[ ] Call it a night. See what the morning brings. Surely he won't try anything in a sanctioned port.
[ ] Wake up some of the crew, set up night watch. They'll hate you for this, for sure.

AND

[ ] Try and get the Captain to sober up tonight so she's better in the morning.
[ ] Sort her out in the morning, she needs her sleep now.

>>32017757
I'm not cleaning you, you're grown woman, aren't ya?

>>32018162
Cap'n's drunk as hell again. You know how it is.

>>32018176
Hijackquester here, I'll be back in an hour.

>>32018176
Call it a night and let the captain sleep.

>>32018176
>[x] Wake up some of the crew, set up night watch. They'll hate you for this, for sure.
They can hate us if they want; it's better than if the ship burns down or someone finds their throat slit.

[x] Try and get the Captain to sober up tonight so she's better in the morning.

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>>32018186
Well then,
'What do we do with a drunken sailor?'

>>32018270
Stuff him in a sack and throw him over!

>>32018270
oi foron, got any red head sailors on your folders of lewd

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>>32018374
Only the one I can think off the top of my head, I'll keep looking.

>>32018270
Tie him to the cannon and wake him loudly.

>>32018423
Tumblr nose online.

>>32018423
>Swiggity Swooty
>Gonna Support that Booty

>>32018176

Get a night guard going, explain the situation.

Let the captain sleep, give her coffe in the morning. Worse gets to worse, she can wake up after the crew saves her ass

I play a mimic which a drinking problem. It's fun

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>>32015678
YAY! Real human(ish) emotion!

>>32018555
Praise the Sun.

>>32018739

Drunk is an emotion?

>>32018759
Sure.
Emotions are uncontrollable responses to stimuli from things outside the brain. Alcohol is as much a stimulus as most things, and quite an uncontrollable thing at that.

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>>32018754
Consider it Praised

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>>32018423
Nope, no more red head sailors, enjoy a red head.

>>32018795
thanks bro i appreciate it

>>32015678
You say "I know, I can tell," and you gently take the bottle away, making whatever excuse you need to, and then you make her drink water.

And then you put her to bed and wait long enough to make sure she'll fall asleep.

Easy.

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>>32018423

>>32018915

> Hey! You!! Down there!! You're scumbag captain is going to pay hell!! First she starts trying to shanghai MY CREW then she traps me in this fishing rigging! Get me OUT of here, NOW!!

>>32019002
Isn't she kind of young looking for a Captain?
Hell she looks kind of young for a cabin girl.

>>32019054

Saying its "your crew" is sort of like "your friends" or "your family" you don't own them, but they are a part of you schtic.

Plus, she might just be a sneaky scoundrel looking to cause trouble, taking advantage of your drunken captain.

>>32019054
Could be a halfling.

>>32019090
>Plus, she might just be a sneaky scoundrel looking to cause trouble, taking advantage of your drunken captain.
Oh what is she going to do? Feel inadequate as a woman when she sees the Cap's hooters in comparison to her own?

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>>32019171
"I am the biggest captin'!"
"..."
"Please respect me..."

>>32019380

Fucking ace.

Why do i want buaty-drunk pirate quest with flat chested rival?

>>32019380
Best part is that the capn' was always rather stacked, she probably out boob'd her when she was 13.

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>>32019458
Because it's a great idea.

>>32019521
"Oi! How'd you know I was a busty lass?"

>>32019584
Turns out having drunk meandering conversations reveals a lot about a person.

>>32018218
>>32018221
>>32018699
You are torn between the choices, but ultimately settle on waking up deckhands Porter and Kent, while letting the captain rest. She gets to sleep it off - and you will do so, too - but the ship and crew should be safe for the night. You don't reckon Colling will try anything here, but you have a bad feeling about the guy.

>PERSPECTIVE SWITCH

You are SENIOR DECKHAND KENT, and you are being woken up by a obviously drunk First Mate Jacobs. He shakes you from a pleasant dream about that one wench at the tavern, and you grunt at him, proclaiming that you are awake.

"Lissen up, Kent, Capn' played carss 'n pulled major coin, an' the guy, Mr. Colling wansit back. Could be he's sennin' some guys over t'night. I wantchu 'n Porter up on deck, 'til the mornin' ssun, and keep an eye out, aye?"
"Jacobs, you're pissed."
"Yah, 'n what about it? Keep the ship safe while I sleep this off."

Grumbling, you rise to your feet and fetch Porter, a young guy you picked up last year. He's grown on you, making himself usefull wherever he can - he's still green behind the ears, but a good soul. You step onto the deck and take a deep breath.

"So ... what do we do, Kent?"

[ ] Send Porter to the crow's nest, have him look for anything that's coming from afar. And have him check the "Dirty Daisy", Colling's ship.
[ ] Keep Porter with you on the main deck, in case you need someone to have your back.
[ ] Set up post with Porter on the steering deck aftern and pull in the boarding plank for the night. Might look odd for anyone observing.
[ ] Ask him for his ideas - might as well see what the lad has learned.

>>32019638
[x] Send Porter to the crow's nest, have him look for anything that's coming from afar. And have him check the "Dirty Daisy", Colling's ship.

Rolled 86

>>32019638
>[X] Send Porter to the crow's nest, have him look for anything that's coming from afar. And have him check the "Dirty Daisy", Colling's ship.

>>32019638
>[ ] Send Porter to the crow's nest, have him look for anything that's coming from afar. And have him check the "Dirty Daisy", Colling's ship.

Sounds good. If he just pissed off Colling, odds are his ship is in just as much danger as this one.
If you need to raise the alarm, stand nearf the bell or keep a bell handy.

>>32017373
This. Think of it, what worse kind of hell could you think of for a dwarf than not being able to get drunk. Imagine how much they must pity those poor elves.

"Ya mean it takes them a whole bottle 'o spirits just ta feel the room tilt? Surely their gods have forsaken them, the poor sods."

>>32019660
>>32019664
>>32019674
You grunt, spit over the rails and adjust your belt. The boarding sabre in the sheath rattles against your pants, where leather has reinforced the thighs, and you put on your best "man at sea" face.

"Get up in the crow's nest, Porter. Grab a spyglass, and see if there's any life on the Dirty Daisy. She's the three-master, with the lady at the bow who's hanging her tits in the wind. When you see something other than a nightlight and a boed guard, lemme know."
"Aye, aye, Kent!"

With swift motions, Porter jumps into the rope and climbs the rigging. You remember the days when you were that young - and nimble - as you pat your well deserved belly. You still have the arms to break a kid like him in half, but youreckon, despite your years, he'd beat you up the rig without breaking a sweat.

It's still in the middle of the night, and most of the harbour's activity has died down. Not so bad, you think to yourself. Makes it easier to pick out any oddities. You wander across the deck, check the bell at the main mast, and begin a slow patrol walk. As you do your rounds between the two masts of the "Lisbette", you cannot help but wonder what kind of trouble a man like Colling might spell.

There are rumours that he's in bed with the Blackrock Pirates, but nothing substantial. Others say, he knows people at the Admirality, and has almost free reign, miraculously avoiding their parol ships. Could just be luck or bribes, though. Regardless, the name Colling is a name that comes up once in a while, and not just in this port. Probably a bad man to upset.

As you are in your thoughts, you suddenly hear Porter.

"I ... I think there's something going on, Kent. Want me to keep an eye on it or come down and tell?" He shouts from up there. Smart kid, doesn't shout out what he's seeing, so no one's the wiser.

[ ] Tell him to get down and give his rapport. He'll be back up fast enough.
[ ] Let him watch for more, while you pull in that boarding plank.

>>32019829

Get a report ASAP.

Rolled 18

>>32019829
>[X] Let him watch for more, while you pull in that boarding plank.

>>32019829
>[ ] Let him watch for more, while you pull in that boarding plank.

Caution over all. We can always come up after to see for ourselves.

>>32018176
Send shady slim with his carpentry equipment and some scuba gear to drill a hole in their boat

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>>32019829
>Let him watch for more, while you pull in that boarding plank.

>>32019869
>>32019882
>>32019893

You itch to call the kid down and let him spill it right now, but you figure, first things first - also, let him get the full picture. You take a quick jog across the wood, reach portside and pull the plank in. The crafty sailor you are, you losen up the strings a bit, and feel the Lisbette give a little way from port, putting a good 6 feet between her and the wharf.

"I'll come up, keep your eyes peeled!"

You shout up, and then climb aloft yourself. With your paws, the rigging responds favourably, as you move with the shifting ship, anticipating the waves rise and tide. You may not be the rig monkey Porter is, but you climb smart. And smart can be fast, too. Eventually, you reach the crow's nest, where Porter is staring off into the distance.

"I think I just saw a gang of four and Colling, then they left for port. Had their steel strapped in, too."
"Yah, well, that fits a certain bill, kid, and I really don't want to see that one paid out. What did you think, where they up to trouble, or just going for a walk.
"A walk, at this time of the night? Tavern's almost died down, sir."
"Right, lad. You saw the show, tell me what you feel like."
"I really couldn't tell from this distance. Sorry."

[ ] Take a look yourself. Maybe you can find them.
[ ] Decide to play it safer than sorrier and wake up some more of the crew.
[ ] Relieve Porter and take over the lookout, telling him to be on deck in case you need him to sund the bell.
[ ] Let it be. You're not at war here, and Colling wouldn't start something in a port under the Concordial Pact.

>>32020044

[X] Decide to play it safer than sorrier and wake up some more of the crew.
[X] Relieve Porter and take over the lookout, telling him to be on deck in case you need him to sund the bell.

Don't go mad, but get some of the light-sleepers up, just in case you need to draw arms just long enough to shout "Under attack"

>>32020044
>[ ] Relieve Porter and take over the lookout, telling him to be on deck in case you need him to sound the bell.

He did a good job, but it's time for experience to take over here.

>>32020044
>[x] Decide to play it safer than sorrier and wake up some more of the crew.

While maybe nothing, they still outman us two and a half to one. Playing it safe has kept us from Davy Jones's locker.

>>32020044
>[x] Take a look yourself. Maybe you can find them.
We pulled up the boarding plank, so bought ourselves time in case of attack regardless.
And the Pact is more guidelines than firm rules, after all.

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>Relieve Porter and take over the lookout, telling him to be on deck in case you need him to sund the bell.

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>>32020089
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>>32020132
You pat the kid's back and send him back down the rig, grabbing the spy glass yourself. Instantly, you extend it and scan the night. It is dark out and hard to see much, but you make out that the Dirty Daisy has her boarding plank up, and there is light in Captain's chamber. You look a while longer, and there's someone - or more - moving. In thought, you pull out some chewing tobacco, and shove in your mouth, pondering the situation.

"Porter, get me Taylor, Jake and Johns on deck, strapped." you let the kid know, as he's halfway down the rig. He responds in affirmative and disappears under deck.

As you scan the area again, this time following the portline, you see a small boat with four figures sliding through the waters, close to the piers. Lights out, slow progress. They seem sneaky and you don't like it.

[ ] Abandon the nest and join the others on deck.
[ ] Stay up here and keep eyes on the boat.

>>32020262
>[ ] Stay up here and keep eyes on the boat.

>>32020262

Stay up high, worse case you raise the alarm the second a rouge foot hits the deck.

>>32020262
>[X] Stay up here and keep eyes on the boat.
>[X] Four figures? Collings had four mates with 'im take a look along our deck to make sure none have snuck a board over the railing.

>>32020262
>[x] Stay up here and keep eyes on the boat.

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>Stay up here and keep eyes on the boat.

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>>32018795
Bit late to the party, but Redheaded sailor reporting!

>>32020289
>>32020319
>>32020342
>>32020353
>>32020364

You decide to keep looking. The four men in the boat must mean that Collings either stayed behind or left one of his men to do something else. Good thing you're not bad at counting (as long as it stay within the nine digits you can count with). You follow the boat, until it takes a turn and disappears behind a cargo barge. Still looking for it, it does not reappear on the other side. Either, they threw up rope onto the barge or strung up on the other side of the wharf. You keep looking, but nothing else happens.

Down below, Porter has the three men you asked for with him. One of them, Johns, looks mighty sleepy, yawns and stretches. Taylor just walks over to the starboard rails, leans against them and lights up a pipe. They all look around, mildly alarmed but relax when they see no immanent danger.

You check back at the Dirty Daisy, but the lights are off now, so there are no shadows to track. On the ship there is no one but a bored guard, sitting on the steering deck. Evidently, he is smoking a cigar or something like it.

[ ] Join the men below, sending Porter back up. Explain what's what.
[ ] Let them be for the moment, maybe you can spot something else.
[ ] Decide you are being overly cautious, head down and set up a regular nightwatch. Maybe you were overly tense, and the First Mate was seeing things.

>>32020492
>[x ] Let them be for the moment, maybe you can spot something else.

There's still some people out in the water now. We don't need to be so tense, but we should still be alert.

>>32020492
>[x] Join the men below, sending Porter back up. Explain what's what.

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>>32020492
>Let them be for the moment, maybe you can spot something else.
There isn't much to explain to the men right now. Wait for more info

>>32020492
>[ ] Join the men below, sending Porter back up. Explain what's what.

In the off chance their is something suspicious, try and organise an ambush.

>>32020492
>[X ] Let them be for the moment, maybe you can spot something else.

>>32020587
>>32020590
>>32020606
>>32020610
>>32020656

While you are almost on your way down the rig to get the men to be more alert, you figure you should expand the picture before you do so. The spyglass up and scanning the last known locaton of the outboat, you actually see it reappear from behind the barge, carrying one man only. He is making back for the Daisy. On deck of the three master, you can see deck hands now, pulling in the string, setting her lose.

[ ] Something's afoot. Alert the ship.
[ ] Odd, but you cannot put it together. swithc Porter up and make sure the men are combat ready, just in case.
[ ] Chew some more tobacco and see what the Daisy and her boat are up to.

>>32020719
>[x] Odd, but you cannot put it together. swithc Porter up and make sure the men are combat ready, just in case.

It stinks, get people on guard.

>>32020719
>[x] Odd, but you cannot put it together. swithc Porter up and make sure the men are combat ready, just in case.

>>32020719
>[ ] Odd, but you cannot put it together. switch Porter up and make sure the men are combat ready, just in case.

We need to be ready, but we should let the enemy think they have the element of surprise. Also don't want to be waking up the captain with an alert. That would be the end of someone.

>>32020719
>[X] Odd, but you cannot put it together. swithc Porter up and make sure the men are combat ready, just in case.

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>>32020719
>Chew some more tobacco and see what the Daisy and her boat are up to.

>>32020719
>[X] Odd, but you cannot put it together. swithc Porter up and make sure the men are combat ready, just in case.

>>32020738
>>32020768
>>32020799
>>32020804
>>32020854
>>32020855


You swing your legs over the crow's nest and climb down the rigging, taking the spyglass with you. Grabbing a new batch of chewing tobacco, you spit out the old batch over the rails and stand at the starboard rails, putting the Daisy back in your augmented sight.

"Men, we have a mild problem here. The Cap'n played cards with the wrong crowd, one unfriendly man you may have heard of, Colling. Cap'n won, Colling lost, and he wants it back. Now, we don't want to jump to conclusions here, but ... I spotted a boat doing funny stuff in the night time water, and the Daisy is moving. So ... have your steel at the ready. Might be nothing. Might be a rough night."
"Yah, well, crud, Kent. Dinn't sign up for some fine stabbin' inna night."
"Noted, Jake. We'll have a chat with the Cap'n in the mornin'."

The men grumble, but become more awake - or try to. Taylor stays put at the rain, puffing away on his pipe. Then, there is a splash, portside. "What was that?", Jake says out loud and walks over to the rails.

"Waahhh!"

You gaze over to Taylor, only to see him being pulled over the rails and hear him splash a second later. You are already drawing your cutlass, as you see two men swiftly climb over the railing, weapons drawn.

[ ] Shout. Engage them while they are still getting their bearing.
[ ] Dash for the alarm bell, let Jake and Johns handle them.
[ ] Shout and form a half circle with Jake and Johns, while backpedaling to the main mast.

>>32021043
>[X] Dash for the alarm bell, let Jake and Johns handle them.

>>32021043
>[ ] Dash for the alarm bell, let Jake and Johns handle them.

They should be able to handle a few seconds.

>>32021043
[ ] Dash for the alarm bell, let Jake and Johns handle them.

Huh, this broke out into inopture story game. Cool.

>>32021043
[x] Dash for the alarm bell, let Jake and Johns handle them.

>>32021043
>[x] Dash for the alarm bell, let Jake and Johns handle them.
If the Daisy is moving, that could mean that they're getting their cannons ready.

>>32021123
More likely they are getting ready for proper boarding and these scurvy dogs here were meant to quietly clean the deck before hand.

>>32017284
Tolkien.
Some people get it
others are insufferable cunts.

That's just life!

>>32021085
>>32021109
>>32021113
>>32021120
>>32021123

"Get 'em!" you shout, as you dash for the bell. Grabbing on to the rope around the mast, you literally swing yourself around and pound the bell handle. The resounding metal clang echoes across the water, over and over again. At the same time, Jake and Johns cross swords with the dripping wet, black clothed assailants.

"Holy shit, Kent, what should I do?" comes the frightened question of Porter from the crow's nest. At the same time, a third man is coming up portside, with a mean cutless between his teeth. He isn't coming for you - he is eyeing the door below deck and to the Captain's quarters.

[ ] Ignore Porter for now. Engage the guy.
[ ] "Come down and help! Take the bell!" and go for him.
[ ] Stay on the bell, so the people below deck wake up for sure.
[ ] Throwing knife time. You have one of them.

>>32021266
>[x] "Come down and help! Take the bell!" and go for him.

>>32021266
>[ ] "Come down and help! Take the bell!" and go for him.

>>32021266
[ ] Throwing knife time. You have one of them.
[ ] Ignore Porter for now. Engage the guy.

Might as well try while we have an option. Bean him inna leg and we will have a big advantage

>>32021266
>[X] "Come down and help! Take the bell!" and go for him.

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>>32021266
>Throwing knife time. You have one of them.

>>32021266
>[x] "Come down and help! Take the bell!" and go for him.
>[x] Throwing knife time. You have one of them.

Throw the knife to distract him and then run him through.

>>32021266
[x] "Come down and help! Take the bell!" and go for him.

>>32021280
>>32021303
>>32021306
>>32021311
>>32021315
>>32021323
>>32021410

"Get down here, and smash that bell boy!" you roar, while pulling out your knife. In your periphery, you see J and J keeping the guys halfway in check, but then Jake catches a mean cut across his sword arm. He jumps back, groans and switches hands. No one ever berated Jake for training both arms, but some argued that it would be more efficient to make sure one arm is is strong enough to prevent such necessities. No one would argue now.

The knife in your hand, blade between your fingers, you take aim. The third boarder looks at you across his shoulder, but starts his dash towards the door. You throw now, or he will be inside in the next blink of an eye.

>Roll d20 to hit.
>Roll d10 and name a region to target. Highest roll designates.
>First four count.

Rolled 11

>>32021481
>>Roll d20 to hit.
Come on, come on...

Rolled 17

>>32021481
Roll to hit.
You can't roll two different types of die in a single post. If you do, the second die will always come up 1.

Rolled 11

>>32021481

Rolled 9

>>32021520
Right in the back of the neck, between the head and the shoulders.

Rolled 19

>>32021481
>Roll d20 to hit.

Rolled 19

>>32021481
>Roll d20 to hit.

Rolled 8

>>32021510
>>32021520
>>32021534
>>32021560
If I'm not mistaken, these are to hit...

>>32021542
and this is the location?

>>32021481

>>32021626
Yes, but >>32021556
was actually the 4th roll to hit, but deleted their post like a cheating little bitch because they rolled a 10.

>>32021560
Won the roll since >>32021542 rolled a d10
They need to roll for location

>>32021686
Deleted it because of the brain fart typo, but be a little whining bitch about it, will you?

>>32021520
>You can't roll two different types of die in a single post. If you do, the second die will always come up 1.
So no d20 + d10, eh? All my sadness.

>>32021510
>>32021520
>>32021534
>>32021542
>12

>>32021560
>Back of the neck, between the shoulders

You don't have much time to aim, but you are quite good with a knife. You pull your arm back, lean into it and fling the blade forward. Of course, the boarder tries to dodge, but you account for it and aim a little lower. The piece of steel flies, and hits him, penetrates deep into his right shoulder blade. He screams as he stumbles forward, stumbles, tried to flip around to pull the knife out of his back. You push towards him, sword drawn.

And then, a blade protrudes from his chest, and he spits out blood, gargling, bubbling. The blade turns inside him, and he is being pushed forward. Jacobs stands behind him, emerging from the ship's inside. He looks rough.

>PERSPECTIVE SWITCH

You are FIRST MATE JACOBS and you were one of the first to heed the bell. Naturally, since you knew beforehand trouble might come your way. You are still groggy, albeit a little more clear in the head, and you are both tired and unhappy with the general situation. As you press up the stairs to the deck, the bloodied back fo the boarder gives you a clean target, and you jam your sword right through him. Pushing him of your weapon, you step on the deck, while the rest of the crew below stirrs and comes out of their bunks.

[ ] Assume command, get a rapport from Kent.
[ ] Holy Mary, there are more boarders, and Jake is wounded! Step in and help out.
[ ] Shout below deck, wake up the last stragglers and get the ship ready for combat.

>>32021686
Caught it, not an issue.

Rolled 8

>>32021749
>[ ] Assume command, get a rapport from Kent.

What'sHisRookie should be ringing the bell still, the stragglers will come.

>>32021822

Disregard roll, forgot to clear my email.

>>32021749
>[X] Assume command, get a rapport from Kent.

>>32021749
[ ] Assume command, get a rapport from Kent.

And be damn loud about it.

>>32021749
[x] Holy Mary, there are more boarders, and Jake is wounded! Step in and help out.

>>32021822
>>32021845
>>32021854
>>32021856

You spot Jake and Johns in their fight with the two boarders left, but you figure they can handle it. These are well trained men - even injured, the ambidextrous Jake is still a threat. He proves that, right then and there, as he finally overpowers his opponent. Steel meets steel, a feint follows a jab, and then Jake cut his cheek, then his chest, and then ... pierces his heart. The man coughs, clenched his jaw and stumbles backwards - over the rails.

You take a deep breath and open up, loud: "KENT, RAPPORT!"
"Three boarders, the Daisy is dark in the water!"
"Well, get the ship loose, and ..."

[ ] ... put her into the port, using other ships as cover - both political and physical.
[ ] ... put her out into the water, to avoid third parties being involved. Harmfully.
[ ] ... stay put, but get the sails up and the cannon primed.

>>32022138
>[ ] ... put her into the port, using other ships as cover - both political and physical.

Connections or no, I can't imagine they'd be too careless.

>>32022138
[ ] ... put her into the port, using other ships as cover - both political and physical.

Were treading a thin line. If we go into port shit could fall on us being instigators. But the same could be said for priming the cannon.

Frankly, we have to bank on them not being stupid enough to fire on neutrals.

>>32022138
>[x] ... put her into the port, using other ships as cover - both political and physical.

>>32022138
put her into port and prime cannons. if they still try to board, sink those pirates.

>>32022138
>[X] ... put her into the port, using other ships as cover - both political and physical.
He either doesn't fire or risks losing his connections.

>>32022179
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>>32022246

"Alright, put the sail up, men, and get the Lisbette into port, right betwen the piers. I want to get as many ships between us and the Daisy as possible! Ten man, below decks, on the oars, Harris, on the steering wheel, throw her in the wind and get her moving fast!"

Your head rings and a headache surges up as you yell the orders. Your crew is still in the process of waking, but one after another follows suit.

You snort and watch Porter slide down the main mast, taing over the bell. He rings it, and more and more of your crew come out. They quickly form a circle around the last boarder and he drops his steel. Johns grunts and prepares to stab him. Lethally.

>Quicktime Event! One of you needs to score 15 or higher on a d20 to stop your crew from killing the man, if you care to. Just roll alongside your next vote.

As the situation unravels, you see the Daisy light up in the dark of the port ahead. She is turning towards the Lisbette, and from counting the lights, there is a good chunk of people topdeck. Her sails are steep in the wind, fully blown, and the ship that is easily your ship and a half, is no longer trying to hide course.

[ ] Prepare the ship for canon fire. Prime and load.
[ ] Focus on speed. Get the crew into the rigging, all sails in the wind.
[ ] Spread out your crew for a mix of all of the above, preparing for both and assigning every expandable crew member to the sails.

Rolled 8

>>32022456
>[ ] Focus on speed. Get the crew into the rigging, all sails in the wind.

Spare the man for interrogation!

Rolled 5

>>32022456
[X] Focus on speed. Get the crew into the rigging, all sails in the wind.

Keep the fool, can use him as proof of this guy starting shit.

Rolled 1

>>32022456
[X] Focus on speed. Get the crew into the rigging, all sails in the wind.

Rolled 16

>>32022456
[X] Focus on speed. Get the crew into the rigging, all sails in the wind.

Try to keep that last boarder out of the crew's hands.

Rolled 10

>>32022456
[ ] Focus on speed. Get the crew into the rigging, all sails in the wind.

>>32015678
*sigh*

You know how I feel about you captain, we've done this hundreds of times. You get drunk and spill your heart, I reciprocate, then in the morning you forget all about it and go back to normal. You're too proud to admit you love anything but grog and I'm too stubborn to grovel. I love you captain, but for now it'll never be.

*pick her up, put her in bed*

If only the circumstances were different, I'd treat you like a queen.

*solitary tear*

Rolled 18

>>32022456
spread the crew

>>32022456
>[X] Focus on speed. Get the crew into the rigging, all sails in the wind.
With distance, we can think about loading the cannons, but it'll be difficult to outfight a heavier ship with a half-asleep crew.

>>32022558
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

>>32022623
You forgot your seal picture.

>>32022636
I don't have one, this is a new laptop.

Maybe a bit early, but archive?

>>32022669
man, i hope this gets archived and continued.

>>32022501
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>>32022561

"Johns, STAND DOWN! Get that guy below decks and tie him up something nice, we'll have questions in the morning!"

Johns stops himself, splitseconds away from impaling the man and clocks him into the temple with the pommel instead. The boarder slumps onto the deck, where one of your men grabs him, pulling him off and inside. The rest of the crew disperses, with Kent taking over his share of the riggers.

The Lisbette quickly gains speed, as you focus all the available crew on getting her into the wind and you plow forward, deeper into port. Your alarm bell has woken up some others, and you can see night lights atop decks. There is a crowd building. As you try to get out of this mess, you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Jacobs. Whassisallthis..?"

The Captain has woken up.

[ ] Oh shit. Explain to her, in brief, what is going on.
[ ] You can't deal with this right now - but, you kind of have to. Make up some lie to get her back below deck.
[ ] Other (Write In)

>>32022682
It'll be up for hijackquester if he wants to do that. I would not mind.

>>32022623
Indeed. The Council of Ricks confirms this post to be gay as fuck.

Motion passed to point and laugh.

Meeting adjourned.

>>32022696
>[X] Oh shit. Explain to her, in brief, what is going on.
Also: "Captain, you're drunk. Sober yourself up a bit before you try anything."

Rolled 11

>>32022696
[X] (Custom) Oh nothing special. You just came in time for our wedding ceremony and look, our guests are coming.

>>32022696

[ ] Oh shit. Explain to her, in brief, what is going on.

Don't tell her to go below deck, bad for morale. Having her stand at the helm with you while you bark orders will be a damn good place to keep her safe.

>>32022696
Get her belowdecks. Drunk logic has no place in a naval battle.

>>32016199
It's "Put him in the bed with the Captain's Daughter"
It's a joke because "Captain's Daughter" is a nickname for a Cat o Ninetails whip
I was disappointed when I learned this wasn't a sex joke

>>32022696
explain to the captain. youd be surprised how quickly sailors can sober up or push through drunkenness when needed.

>>32022747
u wot m8

>>32022747
this.

>>32022696
>[X] Oh shit. Explain to her, in brief, what is going on.

>>32022714
I have no idea how to d that, I just kind of jumped in here, felt like a good point to do some questing, and if I sucked dick, I could just vanish into the depths of /tg/ again. First quest I'm doing, so I felt like throwing that in a thread like this wouldn't be a bad testbed.

>>32022736
>>32022747
>>32022748
>>32022753
>>32022774
>>32022814
>>32022814
>>32022801

"Alright, Cap'n, your choice. You can either call this our wedding party, or Colling's trying to get his tonight. Asked him nicely to take it like a man and try for you in the morning, but he doesn't seem to like that. We are plunging into port, trying to get some cover and ... and you should probably get to Harris behind the wheel for now. I got this."

She smiles at you, then rubs her face. But, your captain is not exactly one to just roll with it. She does, though, strutt forward to the steering deck's ladder. Maybe she will just let you sort this one out. The Lisbette now caught good wind and plows through the water. She may be smaller than the Dirty Daisy, but she is also faster and accelerates better. You see her making good way, passing the wharfs. Then, ahead of you, another ship leaves the wharf deeper in port. It is the "Swiftness", an Admirality patrol cutter. She belongs to the patrol fleet of Commodore Kellinghouse, who is the Admirality's executive organ in these parts of the sea.

[ ] Make for the "Swiftness", see if you can seek protection.
[ ] Avoid the "Swiftness", and try for the secondary exit of the port.
[ ] Keep course, passing by the cutter, deeper into port until you come into the main pool. Turn the starboard broadside towards the Daisy and wait for what's to come.

>>32023052
>[ ] Avoid the "Swiftness", and try for the secondary exit of the port.

>>32023052
>[X] Other: Attempt to signal the Swiftness while making for the secondary exit.

>>32023052
>[x] Avoid the "Swiftness", and try for the secondary exit of the port.
First quest is good quest

>>32023052
>[x] Avoid the "Swiftness", and try for the secondary exit of the port.

We don't know who Collings is involved with. Better steer clear for now.

>>32023052
>[X] Avoid the "Swiftness", and try for the secondary exit of the port.

>>32023052
[x] Avoid the "Swiftness", and try for the secondary exit of the port.

>>32023125
>>32023136
>>32023151
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>>32023237
>>32023328

"Listen up, get'er over portside, head for the secondary exit, avoid that cutter, we don't know if they're in bed with Colling. I want those sails wide and high, and get us out of here!"

The voice of the Captain pierces the night. "And where do we go from here, First Mate Jacobs?" You look over your shoulder, and you see her leaning on the steering deck's rails, overseeing her busy ship. While you certainly saw her in better shape, there is a reason why she is the Captain. She doesn't lose her cool when in trouble, and she is damn good for morale. Even that question, as loaded as it was, made some of the man laugh, heartily. But, she has a valid question.

[ ] Head for open waters. Your bilge has supplies for a good time, and you can outrun the Daisy no problem. Maybe the Casey Archipelago, a good five days out.
[ ] You realize that you cannot run forever - especially not over some card game. Face the Daisy the next day, but head for the safety of the dark night and open sea for now.
[ ] Remember your place, and pass of the sceptre back to her. She'll know best what to do. It's her ship, after all.

>>32023476
>[ ] Remember your place, and pass of the sceptre back to her. She'll know best what to do. It's her ship, after all.
and suggest
[ ] Head for open waters. Your bilge has supplies for a good time, and you can outrun the Daisy no problem. Maybe the Casey Archipelago, a good five days out.

>>32023524
I'll toss in with this.

>>32023476
its her ship, suggest a night at sea, and a formal complaint on the morrow. we still have one of his crewman as proof.

>>32023524
This sounds like a appropriate plan.
I vote for this.

>>32023476
[ ] You realize that you cannot run forever - especially not over some card game. Face the Daisy the next day, but head for the safety of the dark night and open sea for now.
We can't run forever.

>>32023618
Backing this.

>>32023476
>[X] Remember your place, and pass of the sceptre back to her. She'll know best what to do. It's her ship, after all

I would also suggest

>[ ] You realize that you cannot run forever - especially not over some card game. Face the Daisy the next day, but head for the safety of the dark night and open sea for now.

And what >>32023618 suggested about the formal complaint.

Also, didn't we lose a person? Did Taylor die when the attackers boarded as listed in >>32021043?

>>32023476
Supporting
>>32023618

It sounds like our ship is significantly outmatched by their vessel; however, worst case, it's a large ocean.

>>32023524
>>32023593
>>32023618
>>32023675
>>32023712

"She's all yours, Cap'n. Was just keepin' 'er warm. I say, we bugger off into the night and don't dance with the Daisy. Maybe the Casey, or we just hide in the night with lights out and come back for a chat with Port Authority when the rooster shouts. What say you?" is your response. You start to feel like you could really use another pipe about now.

The Captain stretches, washes her face with some water from a bucket and then puts a foot on the rail. She smiles, still. "The Casey, mhmm? Nah, we won't run that far. We give them a chase for now, lure them into the open sea, and when the sun rises, we go full sails andrace her back to the port. Give her something to look at, but stay the distance. Don't want her to put holes into us with her light cannon from the bow. Also, get me two 12 pounders on the rear, load up some chainshot. Just in case."

You can't help but be caught by her smile. The Captain may have her moments of weakness, but she held the show together and her plans worked out. She will see your through this. All of you.

"Oh, shit."

You remember Taylor. You should be telling her.

>Name your captain!
[ ] "Patricia, Taylor went overboard near the wharf. One of the boarders pulled him over."
[ ] "Taylor went waterside, Cap'n Victoria. I hope he's out of the wet now, but we have to come back for him."
[ ] "Sound plan, and we need to come back for Taylor anyway, Captain Camryn."
[ ] "Yeah, about that, we kind of left Taylor in the water back at port. He'll be fine, probably, but we cannot leave him there - for too long, at least. What's the word, Cap'n Raeni?"

>>32024132
>[X] "Taylor went waterside, Cap'n Victoria. I hope he's out of the wet now, but we have to come back for him."

I don't like leaving people behind.

>>32024132
>[x] "Yeah, about that, we kind of left Taylor in the water back at port. He'll be fine, probably, but we cannot leave him there - for too long, at least. What's the word, Cap'n Raeni?"

>Captain Camryn

>>32024132
[x] "Sound plan, and we need to come back for Taylor anyway, Captain Camryn."

>>32024132
>[X] "Yeah, about that, we kind of left Taylor in the water back at port. He'll be fine, probably, but we cannot leave him there - for too long, at least. What's the word, Cap'n Raeni?"

>>32020166
Read it in his voice.

>>32024132
>[ ] "Yeah, about that, we kind of left Taylor in the water back at port. He'll be fine, probably, but we cannot leave him there - for too long, at least. What's the word, Cap'n Raeni?"

>>32024132
>tying name choice to how to handle a man overboard
You're a monster.
"Taylor went waterside, Cap'n Raeni. I hope he's out of the wet now, but we have to come back for him.

>>32024173
>>32024180
>>32024193
>>32024198
>>32024209
>>32024310
>>32024352

Not a monster. All options are the same, in essence. Just the name differs. I am not that cruel.

Raeni laughs, and nods. "Yah, we'll get the louse ridden bastard. Then the plan is all set - I want the sails at half, let the Daisy catch up a little. Make it look like we're lying in bad wind, lure the fat bitch out into the waters. Then go full sail, lay 'er right into it, and come about. Be back with the sunshine. I'm sure Taylor will make it just fine."

You nod. Hasn't been the first time you lost a man - temporarily. Whoever hired with the Lisbette and Raeni knew that they were expected to be able to stand on their own two feet, just as they could expect the extended family to come for them in time of need.

You look around. Seems like the crew has it under control. They are all groggy, some guys have pillows under their eyes, but they'll be awake until morning and get it done. Kent is running around, making sure no one is slacking off, and Harris has the wheel fine.

[ ] Go to bed. See what the morning brings. (Timejump)
[ ] You wonder how Taylor is doing. (perspective switch)
[ ] Grab your pipe and have a chat with the captain.

>>32024519
>[ ] Grab your pipe and have a chat with the captain.
we gettin laid tonite

>>32024541
I think the captain might have sobered too much for that.

>>32024519
>[X] Grab your pipe and have a chat with the captain.

>>32024519
Chat with Raeni.

>>32024519
[ ] Grab your pipe and have a chat with the captain.

Going to sleep now is bad form unless ordered. Besides, we better make sure the captain doesn't nod off.

>>32024557
Not to mention it's a poor captain that goes off and fucks while her ship's in danger. This is about laying the groundwork, so we can lay pipe later.

>>32024519
>[X] You wonder how Taylor is doing. (perspective switch)
>[X] Grab your pipe and have a chat with the captain.

Why not both? Besides, we can always strategize/debrief the Captain a bit more.

Rolled 7

>>32024519
[x] You wonder how Taylor is doing.

>>32024541
>>32024560
>>32024595
>>32024636
>>32024638

Seeing it as there is little for you to do now, you feel some tension off your back. You pull out your pipe, stuff it with some herbs and tobacco, then climb the ladder to the steering deck. You take the right one, as two crewmen are dragging up the second 12 pounder up there. One is already installed on the rail, with a powder keg and some chain shot nearby. Yupp, the machinery was running smoothly, and the sleepiness cast out. There would be the next day to pay for that energy. For now, you feel like you need to fathom the knots on the captain's state and how it all got this far.

You come up the deck and light the pipe as you approach the captain. She pushes herself off of the rails and meanders to aft, looking back on the port lights - and the chasing Daisy. Raeni has her spyglass up, looing out to the three master in pursuit. "Colling sure is pissed at me, Jacobs. You'd figure he'd take it with more stride." You think bac of how the game went, and what might have triggered all this.

[ ] "Well, you did make him throw his first dukat into the pot. It has sentimental value."
[ ] "You did embarass him in front of the others, pulling him over like that. He has a bad temper."
[ ] "You stepped at the table, said you had a bilge full of silk and that you can easily back your initial wager. When he found out you were bluffing BEFORE the first card, he was not too happy. You cheated your way in, Captain."

>>32024698
>dora.JPEG
Just offering options. As my mom used to say: Can't dance on two weddings at once. Looks like we're doing this next, >>32024731 wants to go there, too.

>>32024843
>[X] "You did embarass him in front of the others, pulling him over like that. He has a bad temper."

>>32024843
>[ ] "You did embarass him in front of the others, pulling him over like that. He has a bad temper."

>>32024843
[X] "You stepped at the table, said you had a bilge full of silk and that you can easily back your initial wager. When he found out you were bluffing BEFORE the first card, he was not too happy. You cheated your way in, Captain."

I like the clever capt.

>>32024843
[x] "Well, you did make him throw his first dukat into the pot. It has sentimental value."

>>32017284
Tolkien elves are literally immortal superbeings.

Plus, what's the point being a race of alchoholics who can't get drunk?

>>32024843
>[ ] "You stepped at the table, said you had a bilge full of silk and that you can easily back your initial wager. When he found out you were bluffing BEFORE the first card, he was not too happy. You cheated your way in, Captain."

>>32017593
Is this how quest threads are born?

>>32025087
Most of the time they're started in an OP and declared as such. The spontaneous ones are often more fun, but that freighter quest (small freighter in alt-history WWI period with lots of magic) was fun.

>>32025087
Only the most fun ones.

>>32017284

Legolas is prince of the party-elves, though.

>>32024885
>>32024895
>>32024950
>>32024954
>>32025085

"Well, I guess he wasn't too happy that you cheated your way in. The silk you said you had in the bilge was long sold in Port Landen, and he figured you an easy mark. First time you played with Colling, and you stripped him naked, in front of the other Captains. Colling has a reputation, and ... taking losses with stride isn't part of it."

"True. But he was so smug, and I felt playful. At the end of the day, the bilge didn't matter, did it? They feel so high and elite, with their entry sums, and it actually felt great to knock 'im down a peg. But, you are right. I could have been more graceful about it. We'll get it sorted in the morning. Tonight, spirits are heated and we aren't in shape to dance with half of our crew under the weather and the other half sleepy as yard dogs. Just keep 'er steady in the wind, stick to the plan, and we'll sort this in daylight."

You ponder this all for a moment. She has gotten the ship in trouble a lot less often than out of it, and she was right. Colling and his bunch were arrogant bastards. The seas were free, and men like Colling liked to assert the opposite. Freedom was the openess of space and the liberty to do as one pleases. Serves 'em right.

___

And with this, I bid you fine gentlemen adieu. It has been fun. You have been ag reat audience, but it is 3:15am here, and I am getting tired. I'll keep the thread open, and depending on how tomorrow goes, maybe I'll continue with this. If we don't meet again in a quest, maybe I'll see you over at /mf0/ - which is where I normally reside.

Have a good day/evening/night/afternoon.

>>32025392
Thanks for the story anon. Definitely enjoyed it.

>>32025392
Hey, if you want to continue this sometime, sign up on the quest twitter feed, just make sure to make it easy to know who you are.

Your a good writer. I recommend you try your hand.

>>32025392
Thanks for the fun, would be cool to see this done as a full quest.

Anyone care to archive this for coming generations?

>>32025392
Thanks for winging this.

>/mf0/
A person of fine taste.

Archived:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/32015678/

>>32017593
>[X] Just stuff it in her bunk as-is, her morning hangover be damned.

>>32015758
Good night, good job, I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

>>32025392
You made that damn pirate mech, didn't you?

Bampity.

Bamp dos.

>>32031939
>>32034528
Thread's over, dumbasses.

>>32017151
>Your captain is making drunken love confessions and you have a meeting with the Tongan Ambassador!
>Sober her up before you create an international incident!
Why does this sound like an awesome idea for a one shot game of Maid or something?

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>>32015678

May Please ask for the characters name?

It keeps claiming she's named Tsuzuki Satsuriku

I am using image search.

>>32037510

Me again nevermind found her.