fandomhigh | So You Want to Be a Pirate!, Wednesday, period two

"Let's be talkin' about fights, mateys!" Duke greeted. "As ye might guess, the scurviest sea dogs who ran these here seven seas under the pirate banner were a scurrilous, rambunctious lot, proud and angry and often at least a little bit drunk. Fights were common amongst the crews, if their tendencies to tussle weren't satisfied on the regular with a raid of a merchant ship. So!" He faced his crew, hands behind his back. "What d'ye suppose the rules of a pirate fight might be?"

So help him, if anyone had an answer other than 'there were none'. . . .

"Anything went! The most important rule of piracy is to live, by any means necessary! And if that means fighting dirty by Blackbeard's mullet that's what a pirate will do!"

He strode across the deck and rapped a knuckle on a barrel. "And how 'bout weapons, ye ask? Well, those be anything they can get their hands on, be'n't they? A pirate is nothing without their knife, be it gully, dagger, or dirk. They also be using guns, though good fucking luck trying to get one of those slithey toves to fire straight. Pirates often be in close quarters below decks, so they be mighty big fans of short swords like the cutlass as well. Ye'll meet pirates who favor their boarding axe in battle, and those who'll just grab anything that might happen to come to hand, be it belaying pin or marlinspike. Ye've got to be quick on your feet and with your wits to be a proper pirate, ye see, and never miss out on an opportunity for a bludgeon."

He stopped pacing, dropped his chin, and breathed once. When he looked back up, the accent and piratical sneer were gone. "Anyway, I'm told you all can't actually injure yourselves in here? Some kind of holographic magic safeties. So I'm basically going to let you all go nuts today. For the love of god please don't try to attack each other with bludgeons outside of class. Not without really good reasons first." He smirked and shook his head, then flung his arms wide as he fell back into character. "But enough disclaimerin'! Grab yer weapons, ye damn dirty mome raths, and let's have ourselves a melee!"

[NOW WITH ACTUAL OCD, thanks dw]

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Armed

He's really getting pretty good at bouncing in and out of pirate character

Pick a weapon and fight dirty! Or find a corner and read a book.

You could try attacking him, too. But fair warning, he's wiley.

IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO TAKE EIGHT HOURS TO COMPLETE SIMPLE OCD

Vette

Was Vette bouncing on her toes through this lecture?

Vette was so bouncing on her toes through this lecture! Ol' Nok would never have let his crew get this rowdy!

One pistol! Two pistols! Vette was merrily dual-wielding, because that was what Vette did, and was looking forward to seeing just how completely messed up the calibration was on these things.

If anyone decided to mess with her while she was exploring how they were put together, they were so getting shot in the butt.

Prince Sidon

Theron Shan

Ulysses Zane

Look who was actually paying attention this week!

Yeah, Uly really didn't have, like, half a clue what they'd been doing in class last week. But the guy he'd been texting back then had long since ghosted him by now, and so he was a little more present today.

... Still holding his phone, though. He was clearly trying to pick a weapon based on what looked the coolest in a selfie.

Sidon had a pretty good feeling that the pirates of Earth weren't exactly inclined to arm themselves with tridents, but, thankfully, he was just as comfortable with a short sword, even if it wasn't his favorite.

And, well, even if most swords for Sidon were short swords...

He also figured, if there was ever a good time for him to be giving pistols like those a try, during class in the Danger Shop was certainly one of them. He really should ensure that he was more comfortable with using firearms, after all.

And so, weapons chosen (and his sword doing a few fancy twirls, because it wouldn't be Sidon if there wasn't at least a little flair!), all he had left was to find a good partner! Or at least get some practice in firing that pistol at nothing in particular because otherwise he'd just feel bad shooting at people.

Del

Del arrived in class wearing her latest pirate creation. Leggings, one leg printed with pistons and gears and clockworks, the other printed in segments like a ball-joint doll. Puff-and-slash short pants done in rainbow-ombre with metallic silver puff. The shirt was a bright canary yellow and this week had no lacy fluff but a mandarin collar. The lacy fluff came from the pirate-hat printed ascot she had tied in a complicated knot, a tiny tie-pin in the center shaped like a Jolly Roger skull with tiny ruby eyes. The jacket had teal lace at the cuffs and hem, the fabric itself a blinding neon pink embroidered with teal starbursts. The had today was.. feathery. It looked like a Musketeer hat.. with more feathers. Lots.. and lots.. more feathers. It was mostly just feathers at this point.

An eyepatch covered her green eye and her rainbow hair was done in hundreds of tiny little braids.

On her feet were roller skates. Shaped like tiny pirate ships, complete with tiny masts and sails.

Del wasn't interested in fighting. She was interested in zooming around on her skates dodging other people's weapons and that's exactly what she did with tiny little cries of "Wheee!"

Nell Ingram

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