Goatrevolt
Potates
Xtoxm
RandomGem
humscunter
springlullaby
Peter ~ cabin boy ~ NPC
MiteyMouse ~ parrot ~ loyal
Tekkactus ~ sailor ~ loyal
Gremwell ~ sailor ~ loyal
Jebus ~ man-at-arms ~ mutinous
Erratus Apathos ~ boatswain ~ mutinous
militant ~ quartermaster ~ loyal
crywolf20084 ~ powder monkey ~ indifferent
Huntress ~ sailor ~ mutinous
ClockworkRuse ~ first mate ~ loyal
Not voting: Goatrevolt, Xtoxm, springlullaby.
Overall Prods: Huntress (1); springlullaby (1); Goatrevolt (1); Xtoxm (1).
Automatic deadline Thursday, February 12, 13:00 MST (GMT-7).
Tortuga
The Cuban Coast
Port Royal
Port Royal (waggoner)
Haiti
Barbados
Trinidad
The High Atlantic
Corvo and Flores
The Canary Basin
La Palma
October 25
~ We set sail this mornin’ outa Tortuga. The Fort was lively an’ I gots me some new crewmen. I figure to let ‘em sober before puttin’ ‘em to the lines. Me an’ the old dogs can manage the Scum to open waters.
October 26
~ Near when I was set to rouse the lubbers, I found me flask empty but Pete ne’er answered a shout. The lad’s not on board. Has to be someone run him through an’ dumped em’ starboard. Lucky I still gots me hanging rope.
October 28
~ The crew's a'blubberin' 'bout what'll transpire should they be too lilly-libbered ta hang a fella on a watch. I told 'em we'd hafta go ta our bunks with nary a hangin'. Sissies!
October 30
~ That tick-libbered barnacle of a parrot's gettin on me nerves. How's a man to get no booty-countin' done with all that racket? I thinks we'll be havin' bird fer supper.
November 03
~ I went about ta' kickin' bunks this morn, but soon as I gets below decks, I spies Tekkactus, deader'n wet powder. A fella's gonna hang fer this! An' I was lookin' forward to the port o' ports too!
November 06
~ I'm mighty tired o' lazy sailors so I'll be whippin' a couple to make examples o'em.
November 9
~ Might be I gets to see Port Royal soon after all. One o' the slackers, Potates, is about ta walk the plank. Abaft o' which I'll hafta row in ta port ta gets me another scurvy dog.
November 12
~ The new fella's name be Goatrevolt. No sooner he gets aboard than I'm fixin' ta toss another lubber ta' the waves. Bilge rats ta the core, with nary a man among'm.
November 16
~ Never had to toss that lubber to the waves, but neither will I be warnin' 'im again. Too many slackers aboard. Another few days o' watch'll show 'em what it takes to git some shuteye 'round here!
November 17
~ I caint find that shore-dog PlaysWithSquirrels anywheres. An' there's a new lassie aboard! Maybe I bin hitting me rum a bit too much. Is'ere such'n animal?
November 19
~ Another o'th' bilge rats is 'bout to be cast o'er the rail. Methinks the buggers are so bull-headed 'bout goin' ta Port Royal, they be willin' ta swim.
November 20
~ Finally we be in Royal. It's a shame me old dog Gremwell be a goner, but there's nothin' like a bit o' wenchin' ta help a fella morn. An' there is a bit o' good news. I found me a new crewman at th' saloon.
November 24
~ We left Port Royal in a drunken haze, woke somewheres off the coast o' Haiti. There's bin another killin' but this time the dogs kilt one'a there own! Somethin mighty strange's afoot.
November 28
~ Things be settlin' down 'round the Scum, an the new fellas are gettin' along fine. Bodies be chatterin' 'bout a mass claim, whatever that be. Blasted lubbers.
December 14
~ I bin too drunk ta scribble in me log these past few days, but we marooned one lazy crewman an' scooped up another on a scrub rock near naked as a reef. Figured I should probably note it, fer me records.
December 17
~ These lubbers o' mine are a mite infuriatin' this time out. No lynch today. I gotsta quit findin' me crewmen at sissy bars. They be fine in a fight, but can't pick a lime from a barrel.
December 22
~ Today we sail across the Atlantic lookin' fer fairer raidin' grounds. 'Twasn't a wound delivered this time around, neither by day nor night, but it don't mean the mutiny's over. There'll be a hangin' on this watch er me name aint Captain Morgan.
December 27
~ 'Tis quiet on the sea... an' on me ship. I thinks there be crewmen nappin on 'er lines. Time fer the nine tails.
December 31
~ A happy new year it'll be fer sure, but I better not catch the prankster keeps puttin egg nog in me rum!
January 4
~ I bin watchin' these dogs fer a couple days now, an' they're singin' chanties like me orders said. But barely. I sure hopes there be a hangin' on this watch.
January 7
~ Holy mother, that was a big wave. Seemed like the whole ship disappeared fer a couple'a days. But no matter. Me crew's finally provin' their salt. We hung a mutineer!
January 11
~ We drifted out of the high Atlantic this morn, sighted the gates of the Azores off the bow. But before I could gets me crew ta the lines, I spotted a pair of'em dead as the doldrums. Blasted mutineers!
January 20
~ Me thinks I be spendin' too much time in me cabin. The crew done hung a lass before I even knew somethin' was afoot. It's okay though, 'cause she was a mutinous dog.
January 28
~ I finally emerged from me cabin ta find a quiet ship. We've drifted south toward the Canaries, an' methinks we'll be sightin' the coast o' Africa in the mornin'. The crew best be ready ta be roused.
January 29
~ I've called the crew ta deck one last time. Today we abandon the Scum at anchor. Here's ta hopin' we kin hang the bastard what killed ClockworkRuse. If not, I'm afraid we may be doomed.