Furry Bay Pirate RP

[White Wolf Guardian]

*A cloaked wolf walked in the scuffle upon the tavern quietly and began looking for some collections to take* "Alchy money be 'ere found, not a one pay mind whilst stupid." *The wolf crouched along and took from the naive pockets presenting themselves defenseless to his quick paws. Having taken a pocket filler amount, he boasted quietly* "Easy chaps, best be makin my way.." *Within minutes as quickly as he came he headed to sneak for the door noticing an out of place character, a cat of sorts*

[KittKat chunky~]

Desperately trying to take control of the situation, and failing, Kitt looked past the fox, a wolf and the other layabouts and drunkards... "Look... I jus' lookin' for a crew for m' captain.... Captain Black..." A few onlookers stopped, wondering whether or not to take the feline seriously... Captain Black was well known, namely for his temper, drunkeness and the fact he often marooned his whole crew at a time... But honestly could this none-too tall feline be anything to do with the infamous captain?


Just two streets away the infamous captain Black leaned close to a red-haired vixen, his rummy breath brushing her neck... "Look Clara.... I left to get you riches didn' I?... I'm a captain of the seas an' i gotta sail to find riches, eh?" The vixen seemed to ponder the matter for a moment, before slapping him hard across the cheek..."Whos Clara?! I'm Anabelle you drunken swag!" With that she strutted off down the street, leaving captain Black to take a swig of rum, and continue happily on his drunken way...

[Entaru]

Entaru's ears perked up as Kitt spoke.  He had heard of Captain Black and his reputation.  To join him might as well have been a one way ticket to the plank.  Unfortunately, Entaru was on a bit of a bender and wasn't thinking whe he spoke up.  "I be willin' to come with ya Shortstack!  I'm short on dubloons anyways."

[White Wolf Guardian]

*The wolf stopped and looked at the feline closely, studying his appearance and then brought up a question* "Where be the ship then? I been lookin fer a reason ta be leavin these billdrats, gimme tha incent and I be comin. You be payin?" *He gave a rub to his chin with a paw and covered his bulging pocket with his other paw to the coat*

[x]

Luna couldn't help but to smirk as she observed the drunkards gamboling about like idiots, sipping on her sweetened rum contentedly. But--- when a feline raised his voice, claiming something about a captian, and a crew ---her ears automatically swiveled for a better hear. She turned and gave Kitt a meaningful glance but said nothing, waiting for more to be revealed. If it was true, then she might get a chance to set sail, the one thing the horse had dreamed of for years...And so she sat and waited for the 'men' to clear things up for her, in other words, to tell her wether she'd be let in...or whether she'd have to stow away par usual.

[Righteousbro]

Terry walked into the tavern and saw would be expected, drunkards and violence. He walked up to the bartender and asked for some rum, "Just give me a bottle o' rum, somethin' ta lift my spirits." He then took a look at his surroundings, there were some strange folk there although something stood out, it appeared to be a small cat being hassled by some larger folk. He peeped his ears and heard that they weren't ganging on him, he was trying to have them join the crew. He also heard it was for Cap'n Black, who had a reputation for having absolutely no respect for his crew and usually sat there being drunk and having people do work for him and they get little reward. At least it was better than sitting here with hundreds of drunkards almost as bad. He took a quick swig from his rum and listened in closer.

[Armalite_]

An eyebrow raised in the feline's response. "Captain Black?...I don't joke around that sort of thing, boy." Spike pulled his coat back to grip the handle of one of his flintlocks. He despised Black and therefore anyone associated with him. Spike had some unfinished business with the Captain and he knew him well. He expected Black to know just the same about him. They's known eachother for years and if this was the chance for Spike to settle a score, he was about to take it. He grabbed the feline by the shirt and picked him up. He held him to his eye level. "WHERE IS HE!?!?" Spike exclaimed.

[Moongaze]

Jacob sat down and began reloading his flintlock.  It was tedious process, but if he needed it again that pistol needed to be at the ready.  He reached for his gunpowder as he put in just enough to send projectile flying out at deadly speeds.  Next came the ball bearing, it needed to be stuffed down to the back of the barrel so the pressure between that and the black powder would force it out when the hammer hit the firing cap.  Jacob reached around in his pockets and felt no firing caps.  Arrgh, bloody hell... one of those brutes must have knocked'em offa me.

Just about the time Jacob was going to enter back into the tavern he heard a ruckus.  Thinking nothing of it, it was probably some plastered half-wit bent on pounding on someone for making a silly comment.  He walked in prepared to catch another drunk, but what he found was a tall skidish looking feline lifted up in the air at eye level of an aggressor.  Interested, Jacob took a seat to watch the performance mocking the action taking place, using his paws like the two were marionette puppets,

"Where be the wenches you clog?"  He mocked, playing the aggressor.

"They're up in my room!  They know about yer... problem"  Jacob continued to play around, "Right now they're probably up there giggling about it!"

Haha, I have too much fun...  Uh oh.  Jacob looked closer and realized he had drawn their attention.

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

Dixon pulled his coat on, while Pearl ran her paw along his guitar case, looking at it, lost.
"You sure I can't come with you?" She looked up at him, and pleaded with those amber eyes like fire in the snow. Dixon looked away.
"You're not a sailor." His voice was calm, but his body turned away from her. He pulled a large bag up onto his shoulder and was ready to leave. He reached out for the guitar case. Pearl stood up with it, and put it into his paw, before moving up behind him, bringing her arms around his body and her head to his shoulder. They stood together for a lifetime, until Pearl let go, herding Dixon out the door and closing it behind him, leaving her alone in the room.

Dixon walked down the stairs and out into the main tavern, greeted by violence and alcohol.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt turned to Entaru, slightly surprised "Well i guess welcome aboard... -ack!- He was stopped mid-sentence when the much taller fox grabbed him by the faded blue jacket and linen shirt... Kitt struggled for a moment, his feet treading air desperatly, but the fox had him in a grip tighter than davy jones himself... "I-I-Dunno... He jus, sent me t'find a crew..... he's probably off buyin' barrels of rum as we speak... its where all th-th dabloons goes..." He was fully aware that a small crowd of people by now where watching what was happening, they knew free entertainment when they saw it...

He reached desperately for his flintlock, but the blasted thing was caught in his belt, his fingers scabbled helpessly over its handle but to no avail... Unluckily the falchion blade was a sword designed to have the upper-hand over an opponent who was a good several feet away, not it seemed, when you where trussed up in the air by the scruff of your neck...
"Look... Killin' me aint gonna find you Black you phsyco... the way i see's it you keep me alive, you be finding Black..." He finally got a good grip around the flintlock and pulled it out from his belt... "You d-d-dont even know which ship he's usin'.... If you got a score ta settle with him, i dont gives a twattle 'bout it... you think i cares what happens to Black?... Jus' dont kill me an' i reckon i can get you Black..."

With that he pulled the flintlock out and aimed it squarely between the eyes of the fox, he pulled the trigger, and was met with a ominous -CLICK- ... looking from the old pistol to the fox he gave a sheepish grin.. "Wet powder?..."




Down at the port Captain Black, the pirate whom many arguments where started over, was throwing his guts up into the sea... Standing back up he whiped his mouth, gave a shrug and slugged down another mouthfull of Rum before clambering aboard the black Fang... "Darn Dry land... gives me stomach problems every time i make port..." With that he stumbled below deck to scrounge out a bottle that hadn't been drunk....

[Armalite_]

Spike was not amused. He stared the cat in the eyes despite the gun between his own. "I ain't gonna kill you, fool." He took the gun out of his face and ripped it from Kitt's hand. He released his grip causing Kitt to land on the ground with a loud thud. He looked down at the cat on the ground. "...But I AM going to kill Black. Ye can be certain of that." The fox straightened his hat and bent down, picking up the cat off the floor to his feet. "For now...consider me part of the crew." A sinister smile spread across his face as he handed Kitt his pistol back.

[White Wolf Guardian]

*The wolf noticed the fox and quickly made clear like water and hid himself ouside on the roof, waiting to see where the cat goes* "Only reason I'm interested in this one is because I need a ride off of this pit before my transactions catch up with me and people finally figure out where I hide." *He waited silently over the tavern trying not to attract attention to himself as he stayed still among the tiles in the street lights view*

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt allowed himself to be picked back up onto his feet, and took the pistol.. "Y-yessir... I'l jus'... jus' put you down onto the crew roster.... welcome aboard..." He gave another sheepish grin, dusting himself off hurriedly....
Well... Two Crew Members down.... And really running into an adversary of Black had been stroke of luck... It wasn't that he hated Black, after all the cap'n had raised him from just a kitten... But he was getting old, and most definitely quite eccentric... he was getting fed up of trying to replace the entire crew every other week...
Slipping the useless pistol into his belt he tightened his bandanna and looked around at the group of people still watching expectantly as if for more entertainment... "Funs over.... if you be wanting to join up, head down to the docks and look for a completely black schooner.... ya cant miss it..."
With that he brushed himself off once more, and set off at a skidding run down to the docks, weaving between the jostling crowds of drunks...




On the Black Fang, the Captain himself had located a half-full bottle, and took a hearty swig... Walking drunkenly back towards the upper deck he bumped into a supporting beam and apologised to it under his breath... stepping around the wooden strut he tilted his hat courtiously, muttering "Sorry Madam, i'l be on my way..." And carried on up to his cabin, hiccuping and muttering under his breath...

[White Wolf Guardian]

*The wolf jumped down from the roof and followed the cat stealthily* "Run run run fast as ye wills." *He muttered to himself as he moved from building to building avoiding a possible turn around gaze then skipping along again* "Obvious tha' ship be docked, but which is unanswered yet to this land farer." *He provoked the question over and over not being familiar with the ships that come into port; remembering why he was leaving, the wolf made sure nobody else saw him following the feline* "Don't be needin' them scurvey dogs followin my tail after it leaves thar salted ground." *He thought to himself as he wondered about the massive pockets to be picked later*

[Moongaze]

Having stepped back into the crowd, and allowing the new drama to unfold, the words of the feline struck Jacob.  Perhaps I can use this opportunity to my advantage... He said under his breath.

Jacob had run as much crime and dirty deeds as he could handle from the day he started.  It had earned him quite the nasty reputation amongst many ports and towns.  If being part of a mutinous crew was the only way of escaping the gallows, he wasn't going to think twice about it.

Haha! Jacob exclaimed, I found me blasting caps!  He picked the small pouch up off the floor and went out looking for the ship the feline was talking about.  Jacob had a knack for picking out things, after a moment of searching he found it, but headed back to his boat to grab a bag containing recently plundered loot from his latest run about of theft, and he picked up his cutlass.  After securing those contents he found the feline right where he said he would be.  Oi there.  You be the one lookin' fer a crew?  If so I'm your man.  If there be two things I know best they be killin' and lootin'.  Jacob hands the feline his loot, That was from another day.  You can keep it, there'll be plenty more I can get my paws on, haha!