role-play:British Royal Naval warship

[William one eye]

One eye awakens, his pants are wet. did i piss my self? Oh, even worse, I passed out on the beach again and the tide is coming in. Thank god i did not drowned. [i]He looks around to see the entire shoreline is trashed.
He draws a percussion pistol and fires a shot into the air.
Most awaken and hold their throbbing heads.[i] A SHIP APPROACHES FROM THE WEST. This Island is supposed to be abandoned. If it is a scout ship they will spot us.
Quickly clear the shoreline of any evidence we were here.
[i]as he watched the men rally to action, One eye new this was an underhanded trick, no ship approached, but he certainly had no intentions of cleaning up after everone by himself. [i]

[Jack Teach]

Most of Jack's men are extremely confused but they clean up anyway. Jack walks over to william. Where should we sail next do you think?

[Qwerty00172]

Tripod watches from the rigging of the Independance as the long boat is rowed ashore to pick up the dishevelled mob from the beach. With this lot in charge, we could end up sailing straight over the end of the earth.

[Jack Teach]

Jack looks at him. oh no mate I doubt it. These men are disciplined, so the whip is not usually going to be needed. I run this democraticly aboard this ship I will not have needles whippings! Savvy?

[Qwerty00172]

Maybe I could return to my former job as a gunner's mate. Although it brought me no luck.
I was pressed into service on another of His Majesty's ships. During heavy weather, one of the guns broke its lashings and rolled over my right foot.
A smaller ship, this one had no surgeon, and the captain attended to medical problems as he saw fit.
But he was a man of compassion. Rather than throw me over the side, he fixed by foot problem by sawing off my leg. I now have a wooden one in its place. I left that ship as soon as I could.
A year later, serving on another ship, I dropped a cannonball on my remaining foot. The captain said I was in luck. The next day we would rendevous with another ship whose captain was an experienced surgeon. Yes, it was my former ship. Hence, the second wooden leg, and a large part of the reason for my name.

[Jack Teach]

Jack looks at him. I think it's either cook or crowe's nest for you, mate.

[Qwerty00172]

Hmmm... Cook I think.

[William one eye]

I know that captain, he is also my ophthamologist.

[Jack Teach]

He's the cook now, mate.

[William one eye]

a sea turtle comes out of the waves and onto a sandy bit of the shore. The turtle has a case of rum straped to its shell. Will removes the case of rum, and marks a symbol on the turtles shell with a peice of black marking wax. The trutle returns to the sea and dissapears into the waves. Will inspects the bottles, pulls one from the case,
And smashes it on a rock. He pulls a peice of rolled parchment from the broken glass, reads it, then eats the parchment. He loads the remaing rum onto his Flag Galleon I will be sailing due south to join a convoy, were we will pose as an escort ship. Jack you and your crew are welcome to follow, but must promise not to raid the convoy