Furry Bay Pirate RP

[KittKat chunky~]

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 shanty-like mix of huts, taverns, houses and ship yards 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...

 The Complete opposite of Furry-Bay and its occupants of rowdy pirates, are the Red-coats. They deal in slavery and the destruction of all pirates....  
Red-coat troops have attacked Furry Bay twice before, and been beaten by the sheer number of pirates and ships localised to this single port.... However, several things of great importance where found by the Humans, and immediately rushed to ‘The admiral’ (leader of the Red-coats fleet)....  On the way, one of the messenger ship was attacked by pirates, and a map was found under guard by the captain of the ship itself...

Now it seems, the Admiral is none too pleased.....

For whoever has the map, can find a treasure of untold value.....



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Less than a League away from Furry-Bay a dark and low-hulled schooner rocked in the shallow water... The emerald blue meditaranean waters sloshed against its sides as a Wolf dressed from head to toes in black garments and an overly showy three-point hat stumbled out onto the deck... "Kitt ya savvy feline.... why aint we sailin'?" Captain Black stumbled to the side of the ship and took another deep swig of rum... "Kitt.... where the bloody hell is the crew?" A feline wearing a faded blue bandanna jumped down from the rigging and grabbed the bottle of rum...
"You threw them over-board when they mutinied cap'n.... And we aint sailin' cos i cant commadore this ship properly all on me' ownsie can i?" He smirked, taking a swig of the rum himself before walking off towards the stern of the ship...
"Well i reckon you can sail 'er as far as Furry-Bay... we get some stupid crew there and then.... and then we get what im looking for..." Even as the schooner started to swing back out to deeper waters Captain Black unfolded an ancient and faded map... Squinting he looked from the map out at the sprawling bay in the distance....



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If ye be wanting to join.... just sign your soul up here http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=11956.0;topicseen in the OOC thread.... Everyone should start off in Furry-Bay and will be joining up into Cap'n Black's crew... For now, everyone make one entrance post, and we'l be deciding whether or not to impose an order to posting or not... Yaaar!  

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

Deep in the heat of a tavern, bathed in the orange glow of the lamps, pirates cheered and swayed to the sound of a musician. Dixon Yote swayed with them, playing out his songs to the souls of the audience.

[White Wolf Guardian]

*White pushed down a couple of people as some armed thugs chased him down the alleyway* "You ain't gunna get away this time scallywag!" *Said the disgruntled pursuers as the wolf jumped on top of a trash bin and climbed up a wooden fence blocking the only exit he jumped down the other side* "Dang nabbit! That punk doesn't slow down... huff huff..." *The two walked in the other direction and the mischievous wolf grinned as he held a bag of 5 gold coins and whispered aloud* "All mine for the taking." *He climbed up a nearby Inn wall and nested at the top watching carefully for the two chasers from earlier* "Alright... they didn't see me, now to stay cool for a few hours..."

[Entaru]

*CRACK*

"OW!"

"Pig!" A jaguar woman stomped off, her hand pulsing from contact with Entaru's face.  Entaru was flat on his back from the impact, having been knocked from his bar stool.  "Why don't ya show me a fella who ain't one, ya scurvy wench!"  Getting back onto his bar stool he rubbed his face, now adorned with a handprint, and ordered another rum.  Spying another girl, he gulped down anoher shot of liquid courage and sauntered up to her.

"Hi there, lassy."

The woman, a buxom fair furred wolf, only glared at him.

"Ya know, I know a nish liddle spot where you, me, and the twins there, can have a little prevate time. Entaru glanced down momentarily as he spoke and grinned.

*CRACK*

"Pig!"  The woman stormed away as she left Entaru on the floor.  "OW!  I think I found that jaguar's long lost sista'."

[KittKat chunky~]

"Kitt me' savvy feline... cant we go any faster 'n this?!"
The dark Schooner sliced through the waves at it neared the bay. The natural cul-de-sac protected the port from both storms and the red-coats constant attacks, it truly was one of the last safe-houses for pirates of all kinds...
"Well cap'n.. i must admit it would be easier goin' if you hadnt abandoned our entire crew!" Kitt tugged hard on a bow-line rope, he was an experienced sailor, and technically the schooner could be crewed by just two men... that didnt mean it was easy though...
"Kitt!... I dont wanna hear no more excuses, you get us in'ta port... I stock up on rum, while you get us some crew... this time, please try not to get some mutinious dogs alright?" Kitt grumbled under his breath, tying the rope secure in a half-hitch not... "Ay Ay cap'n..." He looked up at the infamous Cap'n Black Jack... he stood ungainly, resting on the wheel of the ship and steering none-too straight... Another half-empty bottle of rum was in one hand as always as he set his one good eye determinately on the port...

[Armalite_]

While other danced and some fought in the tavern, Spike rolled a coin up and down his fingers in one of the booths. He was alone and plotting a scheme of his own as he looked at the map spread on the table in front of him held down by a tall pint of ale. He lifted his hat and pushed a hand through his hair before taking another large swig from the mug. "Saps..." He thought as he put his mug down. His plan would be harder than he'd expected. It wasn't as easy as rounding up a crew of cut-throats and low lifes but he'd have to borrow a ship as well. He drank again and went back to eyeing the paper.

[Moongaze]

Fresh into port on a barely floating excuse for a sailing vessel Jacob stepped onto the dock and looked around Furry-Bay.  The tavern had to close by to port.  If there was one thing a bunch of cut throats and low lives can agree on, it's good ale.  Upon find the tavern, Jacob opened the door to find exactly what he expected.  Stepping in a drunkard fumbled and caught himself on Jacob's vest, Hands off you nilly!  I ain't gonna tell ya twice!" The drunkard raised his fist wobbly and without skipping a beat Jacob planted two powerful blows on him, putting him out cold.

Is that his ale? Jacob said to Leopard standing close by.

"Aye."  Jacob lifted his paw and took the half full tankard of ale  Haha, not anymore!

[x]

Luna walked into the tavern with her head down and her cloak wrapped tight around her. She didn't want to draw attention...mainly because she was a horse, and horses, especially of her breed, were unheard of this far west. If someone saw her for being a runaway slave...Luna took a breath of confidence, noticing that the majority of the people here weren't very much on the "outstanding citizen" side of the fence either. Nervously, her hoofs clicking on the floor as she went, she made her way up to the bar and asked for a drink....rum with a tablespoon of sugar.

[Righteousbro]

Terry Bear, a young and new pirate, came on a rickety old boat heading into dock his boat. He quietly murmured to himself "Gah, why am I doing this?" He sat there angrily rowing in when almost 10 feet from the dock he suddenly felt pushed, heard a large cracking noise, and before he knew it he was up to his waist in water. He turned around and saw a large rock stuck through his boat "Dammit, I think I can swim in...." He dove in and quickly swum himself to the dock and finally reached up gasping "What am I supposed to do now? At least nothing valuable was on the boat, I'll get some supplies here and find some way back onto the waters...." He then headed towards a tavern that looked like it would help him ease his sorrows.

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

Dixon cheered as the people danced and sung and punched eachother senseless.
"haha, alright then, last song and then I'm off. Let's make this count." He started playing harder, faster, rousing the bodies, voices and souls of the tavern.

[KittKat chunky~]

The Black fang finally came into dock with a slight crunching sound... "Kitt! Watch the paintwork yer devil!" Captain Jack Black stepped down from the wheel of the ship, still clutching his third bottle of rum... "Cap'n.. you may h'v noticed you where steerin' the ship..."

The old timber wolf eyed Kitt squarely with his one good eye, looking him up and down... "Yer lookin' scrawny lad... go get somthin' to eat and sort out a new crew... I'm off to get some, supplies..." With that he set off down the gang-plank onto the jetty below, walking unsteadily he wound his way off towards the nearest brewery.. Kitt shook his head, tying up the fang and sliding his pistol into his belt... "Riiight... just leave me to do the crappy work while you get yerself some rum... dont worry cap'n, i'l go get a crew, from this godforsaken bay..."

Walking towards the nearest tavern he carried on muttering under his breath about the many inadequacies of captain Black... He wove his way through the crowds of landlubbers and sailors, most drunk, or on their way to getting drunk... He sighed and ducked between two foxes having a punch-up as he carried on towards the 'Buccaneers Booty'.. a tavern always full of people, many who might want to be crew of a ship, in exchange for some money and action...

[Armalite_]

His drink was done and Spike had had it with the map. He rolled it up over the table while ignoring the fist fighters and drunks that occaisionally bumped into him. He slammed down his empty mug and slid the map into his long coat. He stagger up and belched. He put his hat on and walked towards the bar to the exit. He swayed every which way while making his exit, suddenly hitting against someone at the bar. They wore a cloak and were obviously trying to do their best to remain anonymous. Spike didn't apologize, he only got back on his feet and made his way towards the door and stepping outside. He had a run in with a young feline who seemed to be nearly half his age and trying to pass himself off as a pirate. It wasn't convincing to Spike at all. "Whadda think ye'r doing, boy? A little young to be running around these parts at night are we?" He laughed harshly.

[Moongaze]

Sitting at the bar watching the dancing, and all the hooligans pounding each other into last weeks mutton, Jacob continued sipping the ale he took from the passed out lump by the door.  The bar keep rose up and yelled, "Will someone git that fat door stop outta here?  He's be blockin' the way for me patrons!"  At a moments notice two burley tigers walked towards said drunk and promptly threw him out into the night. 

It was at that time three men walked up behind Jacob and grabbed him by the shoulder, Oi!  Ya made me spill some a' me ale!

What looked like the leader of this shaggy bunch said spitting with his words, "You'll be spillin' more than that lad!"  The biggest of the three took Jacob and threw him against a wall.  "The lad ya knocked out not but a few minutes ago was with us.  We dun take nothin' from weasels like you!"

Jacob, in the predicament he was in looked up at his attackers.  One was a scruffy wolf, another was a gangly looking coyote, and the other was the one who pleasantly threw Jacob into the wall, a muscular jaguar.  In all fairness that wasn't me...  It was that scrawny-

Before he could finish he was lifted up again, "Boy you got the tongue of a liar!  And we know what do with scum like you..."

I don't mean to sound rude, but we just met.  And I don't think we've gotten to know each other well enough, unless you have a wench in another room...

Jacob was struck hard in the stomach, "On your feet son.  You think yer funny don't ya?  Well, laugh at this!"  The scruffy leader reached around his back side and pulled out a blade.  Jacob shifted his eyes, planted himself against the wall and kicked the knife wielding scruff ball.  Before the other two could react Jacob pulled his pistol, took aim and fired off a shot.  The wolf dropped as the ball bearing was now lodged deep in his skull.  The bar fell silent and everyone turned to see a smoking pistol and a dead figure on the floor.  After a moment everything returned to as it was moments ago, drunks stumbling over each other, and tough guys pounding into each other.  Now...  I'm two for two.  Unless you want to join this one I suggest you clear outta here.  And take him with you, the bar keep doesn't fancy your friend bleeding all over the bar.

The two left collected their friend and cleared out.  Jacob approached the bar, Here's five shillings.  Sorry for the disturbance.  Jacob walked towards the door and exited.  He just stood by the tavern door and looked around the port.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt looked up at Spike, crossing his arms and doing his best to look intimidating... to say the least, at Five foot somthing and seventeen it didnt work... "Whats tha' the business with you?... I gotsa' get me a crew, and you's gonna be gettin' outta my way..." He looked up, flicking the tied end of his bandanna over one shoulder... Despite his lack of age a strange certainty and courage shone through, as he looked Spike up and down, one paw resting on his falchion blade, that was nearly half his size...


At the opposite end of the bay, Captain Black Jack leant across the counter of a small and dingy brewery... "Look.. I'm Cap'n Black... dont you see the clothin'?" He gestured drunkenly to the black Shirt, boots, hat and eyepatch... The fox behind the counter squinte one eye, looked curiously at him, and then shook his head... "Nope... never 'eard of ya... look, ya can have tha' two barrels of rum, at the price i gives you..."
Captains Black, never one to pass easily with money, took out a small pouch from inside his boot, and upturned it on the counter... the small gold and silver coins rolled and jangled as the Foxe nodded happily "Thats should jus' about do it captain... i'l have my men load three of the finest barrels onto your ship..."

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

Dixon Yote swung himself into a low bow, as the crowd roared, among the barfights. He put his guitar back into its case and took it off stage and headed past the bar and up the stairs to his room. There wasn't much to his lodging. A bed with clothes sprawled over it, a window glowing orange from the lights outside, a few gifts from fans. He even had a portrait of himself on his desk. He kneeled on the floor and sighed, looking out to the night sky, with stars like bullet holes in the black cloak. Someone knocked on his door.
"Who is it?" he asked, pushing his guitar under his desk.
"It's pearl." The coyote smiled.
"Come in," he said, not moving from his spot, looking out. Pearl opened the doors, seeing him on his knees, in the shadows of this unlit room. She was an arctic vixen, with luxurious fur bursting through her dowdy dress. Her eyes pierced with amber tone, and used them, kneeling beside the coyote, bringing her arm around him. He couldn't do anything but look at her.
"You were marvellous again," she said. He looked away, brushing the dust-covered floor with his paw.
"What do you think of me in this place. In this..." he looked out the window, "... city."
"I think everywhere needs a balance. There aren't many like you 'round here, everyone else is a drunken cutthroat." She laughed a little. "So you need to be in this city, to balance things out."
"I can be a cutthroat," he said, smothered in mock defence. Pearl laughed again, giggling in her dulcet voice. Dixon didn't smile. "You're half right. I'm not the same as other people. I don't belong here." The fox's eyes lost their life; her face went blank. Dixon sighed, and looked at the window. "I should be out there, somewhere. A foreign place." He felt pearls paw grip on his shoulder.