Role Play: The White Ghost Tavern Of Tortuga

[Jack Teach]

the young man looks at the knight and grins. Aye, alright I admit it, I'm the man on the poster. But I have committed no crime here. Also, even I was wanted in this province, I would still highly advise leaving me alone. Savvy?
drinks deeply

[Jack Teach]

Two angry sailors come in the tavern, they are armed and looking quite murderous. The young man eyes them suspiciously. They attempt to grab the young man, but before their hands even reach him, the cutlass is pulled out of its scabbard and thrust in the first sailors leg, and long knife into the second sailor's shoulder. The sailors run away, bleeding from there wounds. NOW, any one else wanna play? No? Good. As he yells this he is looks more and more like the menacing man on the wanted poster. He sits back down, puts his weapons away, and takes out one of his pistols and sets it on the table.

[PFH]

The knight gets up from the counter and faces the young man. Boy, you don't want to know what you're messing with...

The stranger in armor pulls the blade from behind his back like pulling an arrow from its quiver. He faces the young man, standing strong showing no fear as what it seems that shadows and dark mist emit from the sword and the helmet itself. His...no...its eyes glow with what seems more crimson than the darkest of a sunset. The tavern gets ever colder, and shadows seem more dominant than that of the sunlight, though still sensing the flaming energy of the wrath inside of that armor.

Well, I don't feel like making a point. This cold would be nice with my rum. Aye missy! pass a bottle down would ya? That Kraken rum would ye? If you don't have that, I'll take the Danik's Donkey Kicker rum!

The knight puts his weapon back on his back and sits a table. He takes the helmet off. His face looks awfully familiar to a few other men and women in the tavern. Whispers arose with what sounds of....Harlock...Harlock...Harlock...


No, my lads. I am Sahqon Dovahkriid. I am of the Thu'um and am one with the ocean of chaos. Please, call me Sahqon, as Harlock is long gone...

[Dmanwuzhere]

*Pockets the money some guy paid me to say Harlock Harlock Harlock and goes to find a better tavern* *Laughs maniacally at the SuzyQ name while stepping out the door*

[PFH]

*Pockets the money some guy paid me to say Harlock Harlock Harlock and goes to find a better tavern*

Aye lad, you said that rather loud. Italics would make that a lot quieter so you didn't speak it aloud

I'll be happy to take that cash for my rum Sahqon reaches his hand out toward the man.

[D00T]

No need fellow warrior
The Templar reaches in his pocket and tosses Sahqon a small pouch of coins
It is always an honor to meet a fellow swordsman

[Jack Teach]

The young man looks unimpressed at Sahqon. He takes a swig of rum and grins. First off, mate, I'm an adult male. Secondly, I was defending myself against bounty hunters. Thirdly, my name is Jack Sparrow, or Jack Teach, what ever you prefer. I'm the scourge of the Tortuga coast, and the Tortuga highway. I have a history of not being so kind to attackers. So, leave me alone, or talk to me if you like, but don't threaten me... Some of the people in the tavern whisper nervously to each other.

[PFH]

Catches the pouch. I appreciate it mate. A fellow warrior in these dark times is always welcomed by me.

Looks at the young man. There is little to no history on me, boy. I don't let very many walk away. Seems you are getting lazy...Jack...

[D00T]

So a fellow outcast?Always fancy to meet one

The Templar takes a whetstone and starts to sharpen his sword

[PFH]

Yes...I am fairly fond of the public hate...and I earned it!

What have you done to people so far? Tosses the knight a bottle of Danik's Donkey Kicker rum.