Yaar Ya scoundrels, come dock in at Furry bay! Rum be much and lootin be great, a place for every pirate, whether ye be Captain of yer very own ship or a scruffy scoundrel...
Every furry pirate who’s werth his salt be known round here!...... The sign swung slowly in the sea breeze, the peeling faded letters declaring that this small port was indeed “Furry Bay”. The shanty-like mix of huts, taverns houses and ship builders being the home to some of the most savage and generally drunk pirates in the Caribbean. The sound of flintlock pistols rang through the night accompanied by roaring laughter and accordion music, the flicker of a hundred oil lamps reflected like glowing shoals of fish in the calm waters of the natural bay.
Down by the docks the smell of fish, salt and pirates assaulted the senses like a physical battering ram all over imposed by the mournful creaking of rigging in the breeze. Down here was where the work horses of a pirate slept for the night, to be woken by the Caribbean sun and anchors away! Mighty warships, lolloping junks, dingy dingies and sleek schooners... all lay low in the tide, dark waves sloshing against the sides. The quiet was every so often interspersed with the odd scream as a fight broke out on the piers and was settled with a good old fashioned dunking in the bay...
Furry bay was the main pirate port in this part of the seas, built up from a freebooter’s camp; buildings had sprung up like fungus, covering the semi circular bay with a layer of wooden and stone buildings. It had been attacked, sometimes directly, by the “east India trading company”, however every time it had been rebuilt, every time there were too many pirates, who even if they didn’t work together, had more than enough numbers to pull off a victory. Every pirate fighting, only so they could then boast on how many ships they downed... Furry bay was therefore renowned for housing the fiercest, if not always the richest, furry pirates to sail the seven seas....
Known to those sleeping, fighting or drinking in Furry bay around two week’s sail away on the island of “Portuga” the “East-India trading company” had a fort of operations and a port.... The east –india trading company was the organisation set up by humans, they dealt in slavery of furries and the destruction of all pirates.... Little known to those in Furry bay a fleet was being gathered, this was not unusual for the east-india trading company, they were always trying to burn Furry bay to the ground, however what was unusual was that this fleet stretched from horizon to horizon. Every battleship, galley and schooner fought back... though never truly united as the captains often where not of the friendliest when it came to glory or fighting together... you did however often get those who would stick together, but most where scoundrels of the lowest form.. This may not be enough when the fleet they were to be facing counted its numbers in hundreds... Maybe even thousands rather than the small raiding fleets normally seen!
This time, if they don’t unite... Furry bay would be nothing but ruins.......well thats the story....
if you want to be involved go dock in at the OOC thread and fill out a character sheet and you can get stuck in raiding n pillaging to your hearts content.... well at least until the pirates realise about the east india trading company are coming
RULES:
1. NO GODMODDING!!!
2.HAVE FUN!!!!!
3. YAAARing and saying MEH HEARTIES is not madatory... but allowed and very fun!!!4. 3rd person!!!!
start however you want... wherever you want...! ship up me hearties yo ho!!!
