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fandomhigh2018-07-26 03:05 pm
doesnotkneel) wrote in fandomhigh2018-07-26 03:05 pm
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Swashbucklin'!, Thursday
It was a bedraggled-looking Edward who met them at the Danger Shop that morning, offering no apologies for his absence last week (hangover), but wielding a tired smirk none the less.
"Right, I'd rather do this outside, but unfortunately, we're a bit low on galleons 'round this island," he said. "Now I stole my ship, the Jackdaw, from a Spanish fleet shortly before I came here. The wind was whipping about, and I was stuck in the hold. But my friend Adé, he concocted a plan: he used the oatmeal we'd been given for our breakfast to loosen up the shackles that bound us together."
He punched a button, and the Danger Shop morphed itself into a ship around them - another not far away from them.
"Together, we managed to give them the slip," he said. "We freed a few more good men and escaped our prison. Then we entered the next ship, subdued those aboard," 'subdued' being the PG-13 version of what they did, here, "and took the vessel for our own. We were lucky: a storm was comin' and sank the rest of the fleet before they could tell we'd scarpered."
That smirk was looking a bit less tired, now.
"So today, we're practicing how to enter a ship and take it for yourself," he said. "I want you all to work together, now, aye? Take a cutlass and a gun and hop aboard - or offer covering fire with the cannons."
A beat.
"We'll see how you lot did next week."
"Right, I'd rather do this outside, but unfortunately, we're a bit low on galleons 'round this island," he said. "Now I stole my ship, the Jackdaw, from a Spanish fleet shortly before I came here. The wind was whipping about, and I was stuck in the hold. But my friend Adé, he concocted a plan: he used the oatmeal we'd been given for our breakfast to loosen up the shackles that bound us together."
He punched a button, and the Danger Shop morphed itself into a ship around them - another not far away from them.
"Together, we managed to give them the slip," he said. "We freed a few more good men and escaped our prison. Then we entered the next ship, subdued those aboard," 'subdued' being the PG-13 version of what they did, here, "and took the vessel for our own. We were lucky: a storm was comin' and sank the rest of the fleet before they could tell we'd scarpered."
That smirk was looking a bit less tired, now.
"So today, we're practicing how to enter a ship and take it for yourself," he said. "I want you all to work together, now, aye? Take a cutlass and a gun and hop aboard - or offer covering fire with the cannons."
A beat.
"We'll see how you lot did next week."
Re: Come Up With A Plan
And probably a very nasty concussion or two. For people who were not Yang.
Re: Come Up With A Plan
Because ahaha. Ahahahaha.
Re: Come Up With A Plan
"Oh good," Yang said, and this time her grin was definitely slightly on the feral side. "Give me a moment or two to start the party, and I'll clear you a path to the wheel if Sidon hasn't already started one for you."