Role-Play- Troubles In Tortuga

[PFH]

A figure in a hooded cape is thrown into the tavern, and he was thrown by 2 city guards with rifles in hand and anger on their faces. The hooded figure appears to have bounds on his wrists. The guards kick the guy senseless and hit the figure with the stock of the rifles multiple times. They suddenly stop, spit on the person, and leave. The figure hopelessly lays there...breathing...heavily...
Ugh...damn...That's enough for a day..

[Grimrock Litless]

Big piles of words, big piles of words everywhere!

[Meliva]

Big piles of words, big piles of words everywhere!

Grim I am getting real tired of your complaining. If you don't like the RP's that's fine-but no one is forcing you to read it. If you want to complain about it do it on your own thread instead of posting on the RP threads. As it is off topic and against forum rules.

[Jack Teach]

Jack looks at the food. Its better than some of the things I've eaten... Jack turns back to the old pirate.
Say mate, I've heard that the new governor is cracking down on us buccaneers, was wondering if you've heard any news on the status of our ability to conduct operations in Tortuga? I was also wondering if a women named Ellen has been heard of anywhere?

[Grimrock Litless]

Calling me to stop complaining, calling me to stop complaining everywhere!

[Meliva]

Emily unbounds the man and helps him to the bar. The old pirate says to Jack in a somewhat angry voice "Well the governor isn't so much upset at ALL the buccaneers, just the ones who have been raiding in excess like idiots. Let me give you some advice from an old seadog. Governor's and people in power hate us pirates-that's obvious. But they rarely crack down very hard unless they feel they need to. These pirates raiding the merchants are going too far-They are over raiding making the port suffer due to no trade happening. This puts many locals out of business hurting trade more. Eventually no more trade will happen here, and this port will start to die. And when that happens there wont be anything to raid around Tortuga. Then these idiots will probably go off and do the same elsewhere. Eventually their excess raids will kill trade-which in turn will kill piracy. Everything needs to be done in moderation young'un."
He then thinks on the second question. until Emily interrupts. Are you referring to Sister Ellen, the owner of Panselo Orphanage? I happened to have been raised there growing up with her. I received a letter from her talking about the events over there lately. And her injuries she suffered during an exorcism. Broken bones but she will heal just fine in a month or 2. Apparently 2 of the people with her at the time forgot she was blasted through multiple floors and simply left her. She found it rather funny strangely enough.

[Jack Teach]

Aye, I agree. These idiots should learn to talk better and bigger prizes rather than just taking a bunch of small ones.
Jack turns to Emily . I was at that exorcism, scary as hell. The Catholic priest that left her with me expected that the Anglican priest would help her, he is my chaplain after all. Never ever go to one if you can avoid it. Jack drinks more rum. it was all Latin-chanting and eyes rolling over, and things from the pit of hell. So again, avoid it if possible.

[PFH]

The figure pulls a gold pouch from his pocket. He hands it to Emily. Go buy yourself something you fancy. Ye earned it, lass. The figure pulls his hood back, only to reveal a man with a scar across his right eye down to his lower cheek with a face of a young privateer. The scar looks fresh with stitching keeping the mans face together. His right eye is a pale blue, unlike the green left eye.

[Jack Teach]

Jack turns to the man. Who might you be?

[PFH]

The man turns to Jack.The name's Harlock...Phantom Harlock. You can call me whatever you wish as long as it pertains to my name. I recently assassinated Sahqon Dovahkriid for his treachery on the seas and for his bounty. This is why I have a scar across my eye. He got me with his blade, and now I cannot see colors with the eye. Something's cursed about that blade of his..

The witch said I have something called monochromo or something like that. Can't remember the jibberish. Something along the lines of not blind, but am blind of colors haha. I do know what gold feels like, as it's heavy and dense to the bite, so I won't be fooled easily.