Jet
Uncultured
Captains Log: 07/22
En route to White Steppes, weather is brutal. Thirty foot swells batter the ship. One of the men was lost to the sea, a terrible way to die for any marine. May he rest peacefully.
The prisoners are shouting from below, I can hear them through the crashing waves, they bluster but it's fear. I can tell. They scream "Let us out" as if we'd let them go to escape the ship's fate. I can't blame them for worrying, the ship is creaking violently now. The stress of the storm is pressing the Gale to her limit. Ironic.
It's like something from the New World, in the West Blue of all places. Should we fall here at least the scum below will die with us.
I....
Location: Anvil Island (North Shore). Located on the North Shore is Plank Town, a rough harbor city nicknamed the "Gateway of the West" for its pirate culture, supply shops and proximity to reverse mountain. How such a place is allowed to exist is unknown to us, for now. Along the waterside float numerous pirate ships, each flying a unique Jolly Roger.
"Hey! HEY! There's people washing up on the beach!" a portly old man yells out, running through the central boardwalk of Plank Town with a flushed red face, his sweat dripping in the summer heat as he struggles to get the words out.
"Maybe a shipwrecked crew!" he yells on, looking around at uncaring passer-bys with wide eyes (for some reason) surprised that no one offers aid immediately.
"Shut it old man, you're ruining my beer" a cocky voice comes from under an awning, joined by many others echoing the same thing. That pirates of plank town care little for the plight of others, especially other pirates if that be the case.
"Eh-em!" clears the man, carrying on into "This unforgivable generation! To leave shipwrecked people without aid" as men of the sea yourselves!!!" drawing unconcerned rabbling laughter from the pirates calling Plank home, with one going so far as to toss three thousand Beris (about $30 USD) onto the boardwalk for the "Entertainment", adding some insults comparing the man to a red faced pig and a few oinks for good measure.
Despite the disrespect though, some do come forward at the elder's behest. Not the callous pirates of Plank no, but locals. Interested business owners, employees and settlers, little rowdy kids and chasing parents all curious to see what'd floated up to their humble shore, and to see if the event spelled trouble for the beleaguered townsfolk. They were armed too, ready if the latter were the case.
On the shore, prisoners wash onto the Rocky ground. Some are dead, some unconscious, others still rest exhausted on driftwood and broken ship turned raft in a time of need. Those with fruit powers, if lucky enough to have a raft/friend to carry them, still wear their sea stone shackles as they stumble onto the beach, exhausted.
Lucky for those wearing shackles, a jailer too washes ashore. On his unconscious body a ring of keys is found and passed from prisoner to prisoner, unlocking the criminals who bask in their good fortune.
"HELLOOOOOO!!!" comes a yell, far off and echoing from the town's edge, gaining the prisoner's attention (well most of them anyway).
"WELCOOOOOOOOOME TOOOOOOO...."
(Bending over mid run and panting for a second)
"ANVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL"
(Stops again and breaths heavily)
"ISLAAAAAAAAAAAAND"
Finishes the round old man who continues his struggle run until coming to the band of criminals with his best impression of a smile, holding back his ragged breathing with a red face.
"He's pretending to not be out of breath isn't he?" comes a hushed voice from the crowd as the townsfolk fall in behind the old man, gathering around the escapees with weapons in hand.
"What? You looking for a fight huh?
"Yeah what's the deal?"
"Just give me a reason!"
"Back up!"
Some agitated men ring from the core of the shipwrecked group, bunching together in a defensive stance, ready to fight the growing mob of armed townsfolk that now outnumber the fourty two prisoners two to one. If they attacked it would be a tough out for some of the weaker criminals who were little more than average men with fights under the belt. Not the type to blow through a horde of rifle & blade armed townsfolk without issue. Their tension was palpable as the elder steps forward to the group, clearing his throat with an "Eh-em...."
"Welcome to Anvil Island!" he begins, adding another "Eh-em" at the end, de-arming much of the tension with the opening line, his eyes drifting to the slipped shackles dotting the beachfront.
"Pirates I see!" continues the man with a laugh.
"How lucky you are to wash up here of all places Eh-em. This my friends is a pirate friendly town and I am the spokesmen of the people, Sir William.... Eh-em.... Corvierre!" the man says with a rosy-cheeked smile, bowing to the hip.
"On my honor as a lodge owner... Eh-em.... and leader of this town, allow me the pleasure of hosting you all for a night so you may catch your breath after such a terrible incident" William continues with a trembling lower lip, holding back tears.
"OH"
"OH HOW TERRIBLE"
He shrieks in a high falsetto, spinning from the pirates to hide his tears.
"Just follow... Eh-em... Me and I'll take you to my lodge... The Elcano Spruce!!!" he concludes with a sniffle, brushing away tears to reveal...
"GOLDEN BERI SYMBOLS!" Yelled in a chorus by many prisoners who recoil in shock. Making matters more ridiculous, out of literally nowhere a peppy young and beautiful secretary appears with a stack of "IOU" papers for the coming night at the lodge, distributing them to the still shocked pirates who have nothing but the clothes they were captured in.
After walking through the boardwalk town with all (many hostile) eyes on them, the ex-prisoners come to the biggest lodge in the West Blue. A re-purposed galleon beached and turned business by William Corvierre many years ago.
Standing fourty feet high and many more across, the behemoth towers above the surrounding town. In its belly is a full stocked bar and restaurant, and as one ascends through floors there are other facilities, hotel rooms, and a deck-top (rooftop) bar that opens at night to serve hard drinks.
Walking into the restaurant, William looks over to the tenders with a raised brow and leaning over to them he whispers something about "Food & drinks on the house!" followed by something along the lines of "keep track of what's bought to rack a big tab for later" in a stroke of philanthropy! How quaint!
Walking out of the room, Will turns around and waves to the gang, happy to have fresh debtors in his place of business. Sure, some people would pass on it, but many wouldn't have the fortitude. Those who fell into his trap would be hit with huge debts that....
Wait what are you...
No I'm still narrating!
That's disgusting how are they eating so much!
Wait!
............
Plays on the piano as pirates, locals and drifters line dance with fresh drinks in hand. Others dig into large plates of food provided by the huge kitchen in the Spruce. All is well as the people mingle, getting to know one another for the first time!
En route to White Steppes, weather is brutal. Thirty foot swells batter the ship. One of the men was lost to the sea, a terrible way to die for any marine. May he rest peacefully.
The prisoners are shouting from below, I can hear them through the crashing waves, they bluster but it's fear. I can tell. They scream "Let us out" as if we'd let them go to escape the ship's fate. I can't blame them for worrying, the ship is creaking violently now. The stress of the storm is pressing the Gale to her limit. Ironic.
It's like something from the New World, in the West Blue of all places. Should we fall here at least the scum below will die with us.
I....
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Last log written by Captain M. Teague, commander of the Stromgale, a transport destined for White Steppes Prison.
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Time: Several hours after the destruction of the Stromgale.
Location: Anvil Island (North Shore). Located on the North Shore is Plank Town, a rough harbor city nicknamed the "Gateway of the West" for its pirate culture, supply shops and proximity to reverse mountain. How such a place is allowed to exist is unknown to us, for now. Along the waterside float numerous pirate ships, each flying a unique Jolly Roger.
"Hey! HEY! There's people washing up on the beach!" a portly old man yells out, running through the central boardwalk of Plank Town with a flushed red face, his sweat dripping in the summer heat as he struggles to get the words out.
"Maybe a shipwrecked crew!" he yells on, looking around at uncaring passer-bys with wide eyes (for some reason) surprised that no one offers aid immediately.
"Shut it old man, you're ruining my beer" a cocky voice comes from under an awning, joined by many others echoing the same thing. That pirates of plank town care little for the plight of others, especially other pirates if that be the case.
"Eh-em!" clears the man, carrying on into "This unforgivable generation! To leave shipwrecked people without aid" as men of the sea yourselves!!!" drawing unconcerned rabbling laughter from the pirates calling Plank home, with one going so far as to toss three thousand Beris (about $30 USD) onto the boardwalk for the "Entertainment", adding some insults comparing the man to a red faced pig and a few oinks for good measure.
Despite the disrespect though, some do come forward at the elder's behest. Not the callous pirates of Plank no, but locals. Interested business owners, employees and settlers, little rowdy kids and chasing parents all curious to see what'd floated up to their humble shore, and to see if the event spelled trouble for the beleaguered townsfolk. They were armed too, ready if the latter were the case.
Meanwhile
On the shore, prisoners wash onto the Rocky ground. Some are dead, some unconscious, others still rest exhausted on driftwood and broken ship turned raft in a time of need. Those with fruit powers, if lucky enough to have a raft/friend to carry them, still wear their sea stone shackles as they stumble onto the beach, exhausted.
Lucky for those wearing shackles, a jailer too washes ashore. On his unconscious body a ring of keys is found and passed from prisoner to prisoner, unlocking the criminals who bask in their good fortune.
"HELLOOOOOO!!!" comes a yell, far off and echoing from the town's edge, gaining the prisoner's attention (well most of them anyway).
"WELCOOOOOOOOOME TOOOOOOO...."
(Bending over mid run and panting for a second)
"ANVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL"
(Stops again and breaths heavily)
"ISLAAAAAAAAAAAAND"
Finishes the round old man who continues his struggle run until coming to the band of criminals with his best impression of a smile, holding back his ragged breathing with a red face.
"He's pretending to not be out of breath isn't he?" comes a hushed voice from the crowd as the townsfolk fall in behind the old man, gathering around the escapees with weapons in hand.
"What? You looking for a fight huh?
"Yeah what's the deal?"
"Just give me a reason!"
"Back up!"
Some agitated men ring from the core of the shipwrecked group, bunching together in a defensive stance, ready to fight the growing mob of armed townsfolk that now outnumber the fourty two prisoners two to one. If they attacked it would be a tough out for some of the weaker criminals who were little more than average men with fights under the belt. Not the type to blow through a horde of rifle & blade armed townsfolk without issue. Their tension was palpable as the elder steps forward to the group, clearing his throat with an "Eh-em...."
"Welcome to Anvil Island!" he begins, adding another "Eh-em" at the end, de-arming much of the tension with the opening line, his eyes drifting to the slipped shackles dotting the beachfront.
"Pirates I see!" continues the man with a laugh.
"How lucky you are to wash up here of all places Eh-em. This my friends is a pirate friendly town and I am the spokesmen of the people, Sir William.... Eh-em.... Corvierre!" the man says with a rosy-cheeked smile, bowing to the hip.
"On my honor as a lodge owner... Eh-em.... and leader of this town, allow me the pleasure of hosting you all for a night so you may catch your breath after such a terrible incident" William continues with a trembling lower lip, holding back tears.
"OH"
"OH HOW TERRIBLE"
He shrieks in a high falsetto, spinning from the pirates to hide his tears.
"Just follow... Eh-em... Me and I'll take you to my lodge... The Elcano Spruce!!!" he concludes with a sniffle, brushing away tears to reveal...
"GOLDEN BERI SYMBOLS!" Yelled in a chorus by many prisoners who recoil in shock. Making matters more ridiculous, out of literally nowhere a peppy young and beautiful secretary appears with a stack of "IOU" papers for the coming night at the lodge, distributing them to the still shocked pirates who have nothing but the clothes they were captured in.
Fast Forward about 5 minutes.
After walking through the boardwalk town with all (many hostile) eyes on them, the ex-prisoners come to the biggest lodge in the West Blue. A re-purposed galleon beached and turned business by William Corvierre many years ago.
Standing fourty feet high and many more across, the behemoth towers above the surrounding town. In its belly is a full stocked bar and restaurant, and as one ascends through floors there are other facilities, hotel rooms, and a deck-top (rooftop) bar that opens at night to serve hard drinks.
Walking into the restaurant, William looks over to the tenders with a raised brow and leaning over to them he whispers something about "Food & drinks on the house!" followed by something along the lines of "keep track of what's bought to rack a big tab for later" in a stroke of philanthropy! How quaint!
Walking out of the room, Will turns around and waves to the gang, happy to have fresh debtors in his place of business. Sure, some people would pass on it, but many wouldn't have the fortitude. Those who fell into his trap would be hit with huge debts that....
Wait what are you...
No I'm still narrating!
That's disgusting how are they eating so much!
Wait!
............
Plays on the piano as pirates, locals and drifters line dance with fresh drinks in hand. Others dig into large plates of food provided by the huge kitchen in the Spruce. All is well as the people mingle, getting to know one another for the first time!
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