Post by Hellfire Jack on May 23, 2016 20:24:45 GMT -8
(Unfortunately I'm going to have to use my power as setting creator to omit Foxko's post on account of it being incompatible with the island setting; which was specified as "lost" and needs to remain so prior to the arrival of the pirates for an active quest that has been pre-planned. Arrivals coming to the island is fine, but unfortunately having someone pre-established on it wouldn't work. =( )
Jack had no clue how long he had fallen asleep for, but when his eyes opened once again he felt the sun was a little lower in the sky. It was past midday now to be sure and most likely venturing into the deep afternoon, but the captain of the Misfortune had never fully grasped how to tell the time solely from where the sun sat in the clouds and he had left his fancy shadow-board that could make such a calculation for him back in his cabin.
Still... If memory served him correctly... It was definitely around time-to-eat-o'clock, so he shuffled up off his jacket and flicked it from the beach with his foot only to catch it with his limber hands. A large portion of the crew were now set up on the beach away from the tide, with campfires and hammocks and even some open crates filled with fruit set up all along the beach-front where the jungle touched the sand.
"Oi! Where's Laila? I t'ought she was suppose' t'be bringin' us some meat?" He called out, only to receive shrugs in reply from the useless, cursed wastes of space that took up his lower deck. Sighing out loud, he pushed through a bush of tall and wide leaves and dipped his hand into a barrel to pull out a juicy, colourful fruit in order to take a bite out of it.
"Laila's gone too? Captain have ya seen Jeremiah and Dylan? They went to go explore a bit a while ago and they still haven' come back," a crew member asked while carving something into a piece of wood with a knife.
"No, I was nappin'," Jack replied. "'sides, isn' Dylan t'guy wit' a snake fer an arm? I doubt any beastie would want t'mess wit' him."
Still, Jack let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "Alrigh', I guess I'll keep an eye out an' maybe go take a walk an' see if I can' find 'im. ROMELIA! I'M GOIN' ON A LICKLE WALK, YOU'RE IN CHARGE 'TIL I GET BACK!"
The last part, yelled as it was, seemed to scare a lot of sleeping pirates right out of their hammocks and off their blankets. It made Jack chuckle, before he wandered away from the camp and into the bush.
Jack had no clue how long he had fallen asleep for, but when his eyes opened once again he felt the sun was a little lower in the sky. It was past midday now to be sure and most likely venturing into the deep afternoon, but the captain of the Misfortune had never fully grasped how to tell the time solely from where the sun sat in the clouds and he had left his fancy shadow-board that could make such a calculation for him back in his cabin.
Still... If memory served him correctly... It was definitely around time-to-eat-o'clock, so he shuffled up off his jacket and flicked it from the beach with his foot only to catch it with his limber hands. A large portion of the crew were now set up on the beach away from the tide, with campfires and hammocks and even some open crates filled with fruit set up all along the beach-front where the jungle touched the sand.
"Oi! Where's Laila? I t'ought she was suppose' t'be bringin' us some meat?" He called out, only to receive shrugs in reply from the useless, cursed wastes of space that took up his lower deck. Sighing out loud, he pushed through a bush of tall and wide leaves and dipped his hand into a barrel to pull out a juicy, colourful fruit in order to take a bite out of it.
"Laila's gone too? Captain have ya seen Jeremiah and Dylan? They went to go explore a bit a while ago and they still haven' come back," a crew member asked while carving something into a piece of wood with a knife.
"No, I was nappin'," Jack replied. "'sides, isn' Dylan t'guy wit' a snake fer an arm? I doubt any beastie would want t'mess wit' him."
Still, Jack let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "Alrigh', I guess I'll keep an eye out an' maybe go take a walk an' see if I can' find 'im. ROMELIA! I'M GOIN' ON A LICKLE WALK, YOU'RE IN CHARGE 'TIL I GET BACK!"
The last part, yelled as it was, seemed to scare a lot of sleeping pirates right out of their hammocks and off their blankets. It made Jack chuckle, before he wandered away from the camp and into the bush.