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Post by NµKe on Feb 14, 2010 17:24:29 GMT -5
The wind had been blowing all day. It was particularly cold this day however. Toby practically slammed the tavern door behind him as he entered the muggy, noisy house of warmth. He smiled, at least he thought he did... He did in his mind anyways. Toby could've sworn that his lips were frozen in their grumpy position because of the bloody temperature outside.
Toby sauntered over to an empty table in the middle area of the tavern. He plopped down on the chair, removed his bag, and laid his walking stick up against the nearest chair all in one smooth motion. Sliding down into his chair, Toby lowered his hat and legitimately smiled... drifting into a comfortable state of existence meandering somewhere between consciousness and the wonderful land of sleep.
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Post by Galio on Feb 15, 2010 17:10:53 GMT -5
Captain Geraldo (Or Shanks) smiled in anticipation of what he was about to do. He stepped up to the tavern doors, positioned himself, and stepped into a hard kick of the doors. Unfortunately, as he stepped in, the doors slammed shut again on his face. Quite irked and ruffled at this embarrassing accident, he bashed his way back in and stood just inside the doors and austerely surveyed those who were in the tavern.
He noticed Toby and stomped toward him. He pounded his fist on the table and said, "Aha!" There was dead silence in the tavern and every eye was on Shanks. He stood hunched over, fist on the table facing a not entirely shocked Toby but panning his eyes around. He obviously hadn’t thought past this moment. He quickly sat on a chair across from Toby and called out, “Rum! Haha…” Everyone turned back to what they were doing because they realized nothing interesting was going to happen. Shanks slowly leaned over the table into the light with a devious grin on his face and spoke to his old crew member in a low, gruff tone, “Toby, my boy, I’ve been looking for you. I’m trying to get the crew back together.”
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Post by NµKe on Feb 15, 2010 17:12:07 GMT -5
Toby blinked.
And blinked again.
'What the--...' he thought. He leaned in a little bit to get a closer look at Shanks. Once he saw the scar on his old Captain's jaw his eyes' size doubled.
"Cap'n!" Toby exclaimed and practically lept across the table in a wild frenzy, spilling rum and knocking over his own chair. Toby ended up slightly missing Shanks because of his level of intoxication; however, he got enough of him to push his chair quite far back on its hind legs. Toby landed on the ground next to the teetering chair with a thud. He rolled over, looked up, and smiled at his old Captain.
"Heh... thought you was dead, Cap'n."
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Post by Galio on Feb 15, 2010 23:52:52 GMT -5
"So did everyone." Shanks answered as he smiled. "So did I, come to think of it... twas quite a monstrous whale 'destroyed m'ship. 'Believe the beast was home to many a scorned demon." The laughed together as Shanks put his arm around Toby. They walked out of the tavern together drinking rum and singing their ship's anthem. "Oh she's a jolly skiff. Yoho! Yoho! And she's aauuh... ahdadah. Yoho! Yoho!" The two crashed out of the doors and bumped into the last person Shanks expected to see. He practically jumped into Toby's arms and shouted, "Fill in me dimples and pinch all me pimples!" Shanks hadn't seen this swabbie since before he got his last ship.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 16, 2010 14:02:54 GMT -5
This one was PJ's...
The ragged individual staggered back then leaned forward, peering at them.
"Watch where you're go-" The character blinked and shifted over to the side a little bit, as if the solid earth were moving under his feet. "-ing." He took a swig from a small flask held tightly in his right hand.
"Melchior?" asked Shanks.
"Who in infernal blazes are you?" Melchior walked up and stuck his nose right in Toby's face. A gristly white bristle brushed against Toby's chin, and he slowly pulled his face away. Melchior wagged his head and spit to the side. Shanks slowly retreated inside. Melchior turned and fixed him with a stare. "It's you!" He waved a bony finger at him. "How's your ship now, you prissy self-serving woman!"
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Post by NµKe on Feb 16, 2010 14:03:38 GMT -5
Toby grimaced at the name-calling directed at his captain. He brandished his staff at the intruding sage.
"Watch... your... language.. you dirty..." Was all that Toby could manage to say. He poked it in Melchior's direction threateningly, his war face on.
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Post by Galio on Feb 17, 2010 17:47:35 GMT -5
Shanks stepped forward at Melchior and reached for his cutlass. He grabbed the handle, yanked it, out and pointed it at Melchior only to realize, the blade did not come with the handle. Shanks spat, "Dah!" took his pistol out and aimed it this obstacle. He shouted, "Don't make me do this. I have loaded it since I shot that little boy's puppy at Singapore. This bullet has been waiting for you since you abandoned me and me crew!" He leaned over to Toby and whispered, "Do you have a bullet I could borrow?" He quickly stood up tall and asked Melchior, "Say what it is you want, and I will... not shoot you."
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Post by NµKe on Feb 17, 2010 17:49:36 GMT -5
Toby began searching through his pockets as inconspicuously as possible. In his back pocket he felt a spherical object and slowly removed. Scooting closer to Shanks he placed his hand on Shanks' shoulder with the bullet pressing against his shoulder. He let go of the bullet to let it roll down Shanks' arm and tapped Shanks on the back.
"Shoot him if you need to, Cap'n. He deserves it." Toby then gave a little growl at Melchior to intimidate with his amazing vocal ability.
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Post by Galio on Feb 17, 2010 17:50:27 GMT -5
Shanks nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt something moving down his arm. "What the devil!?" he shouted, looking at Toby. Then he put two and two together. "Oh..." He reached into his cuff where the bullet had ended its mischievous adventure and stuffed it down the barrel of his pistol. "Thank-you, Toby. Shut-up." Then they both turned back to the glaring Melchior.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 17, 2010 17:51:11 GMT -5
Toby, in a strong desire to prove to his captain that he was not stupid, but rather that he was a bold, daring warrior, began to contemplate what to do as he and Shanks stood there, staring at the prophet. The prophet seemed to not be moving at all, just simply staring at Toby. This angered Warrior Toby to a very large extent. After a good seven seconds of waiting, Toby decided that this was enough. Stupid prophet. He'd get his, and Toby would do it in a manly way.
So, Toby, in a quickly, slightly clumsy way yanked the gun from Shanks' hand and fired it directly into the prophets chest. Blood spattered on the back of the door as Melchior slammed up against it. He looked up, slightly shocked at Shanks and Toby who probably had faces that were just as scared as he and he muttered some very unkind and dirty words which we shall not put into writing. He then crumpled down onto the floor, dead.
The tavern's atmosphere completely died. It was eerie suddenly. A cold breeze blew open two of the windows and knocked off one of the patron's hats. He didn't move though. Everyone's stare was glued to Toby and Shanks. Toby, holding the gun, suddenly realized that he had the gun and freaked out in his mind. He quickly tossed it at Shanks and pointed at him as if Shanks had shot him.
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Post by Galio on Feb 17, 2010 17:51:29 GMT -5
Shanks, nearly as in shock as Toby, looked at Toby in a how-could-you? sort of manner. He then snapped to his senses and grabbed Toby's hand. "We need to get to the docks!" Toby held onto the gun as he knew Shanks would be very distraught if he lost it. Shanks shouted into the night as he dragged Toby through mud and rock, "Blast that fool! He was always ruinin' me plans!"
Suddenly Shanks stopped. He looked back at Toby and said, "Boff! We don't have a bloody ship! Toby, I need you to get us a ship and a crew. I'll make a fire."
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Post by NµKe on Feb 17, 2010 17:51:49 GMT -5
Toby stood, smiling. His captain had given him a mission! However, once he realized what the mission entailed, he became quite sad. He kicked the nearby pebble as he turned to walk towards the docks to find a ship and a crew.
It took Toby about ten minutes to get to the docks, but once he got there, he was pleasantly surprised. There were plenty of ships around. Seven to be exact. So, Toby naturally walked up to the first ship and walked on board. There were five guys sitting around, none of them armed or dangerous-looking, just relaxing. Toby walked up to the gentlemen, who seemed a bit startled at Toby's appearance, but none of them said anything, and Toby said...
"Evenin' chaps. How'z about you chaps join me and my captain and we all sail away on this here ship that you're going to let us run and we'll sail around, and have many wonderful adventures together. You in?"
The chaps all agreed quite readily. Toby was not even too shocked because of his lack of intelligence. So, he told the chaps to come with him to meet the captain. The gentlemen all followed him, nervously. Toby was incredibly encouraged by the events because of course the captain would be very happy with him, so began to practically to skip back to the captain.
Once he got back to the captain, he presented the crew.
"Here is your new crew, Captain. And we have a ship waiting for us at the docks."
It was at this moment that Toby looked down at his right hand and realized one small detail that he had neglected to notice earlier.
...He was still holding the Captain's pistol, and he had been pointing it at the crew...
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Post by Galio on Feb 18, 2010 10:41:13 GMT -5
Shanks was spending the last 15 minutes trying to get a spark to come from two rocks. "This must be devilry or just another old-wive's tale. Where the devil is To... whoa!?" Shanks nearly jumped out of his skin and punched himself in the face. He shouted, "Toby, lookout behind you!" Toby simply stood there staring at the pistol in his hand. Shanks came out of the bush he had lept into and snatched the pistol away from him. That's mine, you snitch!" He then turned to the 7 men standing there and addressed them, "I assume you are the new crew? You've made a considerably wise decision, mateys. Lead forth onward unto thine vessel."
The 9 men marched down to the ship and boarded it. Shanks looked behind them and saw torches trailing down from the tavern. He grinned nervously at the men and commanded, "Yyyyye dogs... Hoist the sail and cast off! And great Caesar's ghost, be quick about it!" Before 3 seconds had past, the ship was swarming with more than 15 other crew members. Startled out of his mind at the fact that the ship's hold just gave birth to new terrors from the darkness, Shanks morphed a shout of terror into an encouragement. "Oh, great mother of... nature, keep back thy rain... from these men..'s work." He dropped his head and stared at the deck hoping nobody heard him. The ship began creaking and moving. Shanks looked over the railing and saw the torches had nearly reached the foot of the dock. He whipped around back to the crew and barked, "Blast it! Hurry up, you great imbeciles!"
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Post by NµKe on Feb 18, 2010 12:02:29 GMT -5
Toby scrambled around the deck with everyone else, not actually accomplishing anything. Eventually, once he realized that his rushing was fruitless, he walked over and stood next to Shanks and nudged him, then asked...
"What are those torches? And why are they coming to us?"
He then looked over at Shanks completely calmly simply
The torches moved ever closer and closer and Toby began to grow tired of Shanks' lack of a response. He looked out over the docks towards the shapes that began to form out of the darkness holding the torches. The faces did not give the idea that they were friendly or even neutral in their feelings towards Shanks and his crew. One of the persons who was leading the "charge" towards the boat drew a sword and yelled...
"You murderers! That was my wife's friend's husband!"
Toby smirked. It was humorous in his small mind that the charging individual didn't actually have a very strong relational tie to the deceased. No matter though, the charger had a weapon and this inspired Toby to prepare for more warfare. Turning around and facing the deck, Toby realized that the majority of the crew had prepared the deck for cast off and also they were quite prepared for a bit of a brawl. Many were armed with scimitars and a few even had a small pistol. Toby then spotted his death-dealing choice for the upcoming battle, a sturdy, wooden, finely-crafted mop that was leaning against the barrel which was surrounding one of the poles holding up the main mast. He stealthily moved over to it and snatched up the mop, turning and brandishing it, half-expecting the charging mob to flee in terror when they saw his dangerous pick for combat. Toby grinned in the face of this impending danger.
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Post by Galio on Feb 18, 2010 19:56:38 GMT -5
Shanks won a great, inner battle in overcoming his utter terrification by stepping forward toward the enraged mob and calling to them across the two foot rift of water in a peaceful manner, "Friends, neighbors, I meant thee no misfortune! The man I slew with me mighty hand, I believed was a devil from the lochs of..." Shank's eyes widened as he glanced around him, leaned over the rail, and whispered, "Hades!" The crowd grimaced and awed. Shanks lifted his hands and spoke loudly, "I had no idea that this specter in the night could have chanced to be your cousin's wife's nephew's brother's friend's husband." Then a voice corrected from the crowd, "It was my wife's friend's husband!" And presently a rock came cruising out of the darkness to meet Shanks' forehead.
Shanks fell to a knee, holding his head, and stressing something like, "Shiver my liver and batter me wife!" The mob exacted a new engragement and began jumping aboard the ship. Shanks fell backwards and attempted to send a command to his comrades. The command sounded something like, "Dah!?" But just then, he felt a pair of hands, stronger than a gorilla's grab his shoulders from behind. Shanks nearly past out from fear at the sound of a voice saying. "I gotcha cap'n!"
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