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Victoria was sitting in her Cabin, as the boat swayed back and forth. A cup of rum was sliding on the table, while her charts where held down by weights. Outside could be heard the sound of her men, cursing and manning the ship. Victoria then stood and looked out her windows. The ocean was as it usually was, and Victoria found that nice. For she was in a merchant trade route. Ships are easier to spot in good weather. So far she had looted about 5 slave ships, and used the loot to... *fund* her escapades.

She was one of the best known pirates on this side of the world... or so she thought. Her ship was absolutely untouchable. Her crew ruthless, and as for the captain...... she was absolutely corrupt. She had been pirating for years, and was very feared. As Victoria thought this, a large smile cracked across her face. Though... she still had British captains on her tail. Annoyances indeed, she gave a sneer as she thought about it. Then she sat down and started counting her spoils, which helped her when she was smoldering over issues.

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(( Mind if 'ol Capt. 'n Grimm Reaper joins in to maraude ye olde seven seas? ))

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(The visiting the 1700s thread OOC.. go there... and yes.)

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Terence was looking off the bow of his ship. With a cold look on his face he was passing another slave ship. Which had been burnt and looted, the bodies floated in the water. With a cold stare his face slowly twisted painfully. Then turning around he ordered his men to work harder, make the ship go faster. He had to find some way to catch this Victoria.

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As a high-seas freebooter Katmir Mahal was no stranger to misfortune, but he was also quite intimate with providence. He was marooned by pirates from the Barbary Coast for refusing to torture captured slaves, which was a mixed blessing to the Moroccan fox. On one paw, he was no longer affiliated with the barbaric scum of the seas. But on the other paw, he was left for dead. On a whim on his third day on the speck of an island he had swam to from the plank, he followed a sea turtle into the water...

It had barely been a day for the fox, but still he held onto the large sea turtle and his wits in the dark blue ocean. Just when he considered the fate of becoming shark fodder, the sea turtle snapped its jaw, and the weary fox looked up. He saw a galleon! There it was in the distance, a strong ship with full sails heading towards him. There, was fortune again. Or at least hope, for if it was a royal ship he would surely be arrested and worse, hung for his story.

It came closer still, and Katmir heaved himself on top of the sea turtle's shell, crying, shouting for help. Thankfully, the weather was good at this time, and perhaps he would be rescued by... whomever they were. He drew his cutlass and waived it as high as he could, hoping the sunlight would shine on it's surface.

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Olivia or more simply "Woods" as they called her, was slumbering aboard some pirate ship high up in the lookout on the mast, she slept soundly with her back to the large mass of wood that held her away from the wretchedness below. She wasn't a captive or there to loot the poor savages oh no, she was there on business. Payed by the captain to aid them on the plundering. Her prices were far and she was a worthwhile cause to have.

As the deckhands worked and slaved at the ship, she merely sat up top and let the cool breeze of the ocean wash over her. There may have been a rock or two here and there but nothing that could break her from sleep. Nothing but the captian. The captain of these wretched men, the captain of this ship and, her current employer.

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...(sorry)

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(We have a posting order. Would you ind removing that post till Aaron has a chance.)

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Carl Kester was down below deck. He had just finished his lunch and downed another glass of Rum and sighed. It had been five weeks since his ship sank. He was staying around a port city on the Barbary Coast and for a time had no work. Oh he got into a few good fights that allowed him to get some money here and there but what he really needed was get back back on a ship and start plundering again.

Instead he was working on a small cargo ship bound for the Caribbean. It wasn’t what he wanted but it would have to do till he got back to Tortuga. Once there he’ll see if any Pirate Captains were hiring. He took out his pocket watch and sighed.

‘Time to get back on deck, good night what I wouldn’t give for a good killing right now,’ he thought.

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(and... Wolf Stride sorry...... and no worries. Just got to wait for him.)

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Captain Grimm Locke, otherwise known as Captain Reaper, looked over the starboard side of his magnificent pirate ship, placing a large boot upon one of the many cannons to look about. One of the many crew mates came running up, the smell of rum, sweat and powder overpowering the salty sea brine. Everyone else knew this crewmate as many names, but the one Reaper knows him by, is Stinky Pete.

"Cap'ain! 'Ere's a marooned swashbuckler at the front of the 'La Mamacita'!!"
"Aye, his screams of turmoil reach me ears, laddie."
"What should we do, cap'ain!?"
"Yargh! Ain't obvious!? Get that poor soul up for a shot of wine and a muck of skin to chew on! Hop to it, Stinky Pete!"
"Aye, aye Cap'ain Reapa!"

As the crashing waves beat upon his massive wooden finish of his ship, named 'La Mamacita', the man continued to watch abroad the waters, keeping an eye on them. It wasn't long before a familiar British flag that weaved at the distance was seen.

"Thar they blow! British eggheads in search of my baby's booty! That is one piece of ass THEY won't be ge'ing anytime soon!!"

Meanwhile, at the front of the ship, ropes were quickly tossed down towards a green figure that waved a cutlass of sorts.

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By candle light Titus Thorne was taking stock of the supplies in the cargo hull, this was his first order given by his new master. He took record of the rations, the cannon balls, the powder, the loot, and other materials. How lucky was he, he'd been at sea for a while, against his will; but now his situation was a bit more comfortable. He had been aboard a slave ship working off debt, a better option than imprisonment. The ship had been attacked by pirates, and not just any pirates but those under the leadership of Victoria. He had heard tale of her a few time, she was known for ferocity. While going over her loot she picked out the best of the slaves and prisoner for her own uses. Titus was just lucky that she saw value in blacksmith. Though still under servitude he was just glad to be off that disgusting slave ship. "I wonder where the winds will take me from here?" he wondered to himself.