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    Aaaaarrrrr!!!

    Aaaaarrrrr!!!

    Posted by AnyGator (Member #3938 ) on 08-18-2003, 01:31 AM
    This be my ship, the "Scum Angel," and I'm hoistin' the mainstay and readying the gangplank. Time to spread some fear into some landlubbers and send some scurvy seadogs to Davey Jones' Locker.

    Aaaarrrrrrrrrr!!!
    Posted by Evil Giraffe (Member #3680) on 08-20-2003, 11:16 AM
    Y'see, I always preferred Peter Tork to Davey Jones.
    Posted by SilntAngl5 (Member #1656) on 08-20-2003, 02:51 PM
    ::waves from the crow's nest, telescope in hand::

    "One step ahead of ye, Cap'n sir! Ship is set and ready for sail, upon your command."



    (( YAY!!! PIRATES!!!))
    Posted by Facade (Member #1116) on 08-20-2003, 06:14 PM
    ~swabs the deck~ Ho ho ho and a bottle of RUM! ~hic~
    Posted by SilntAngl5 (Member #1656) on 08-20-2003, 09:02 PM
    "Rum, eh? Lemme have some o' that!"

    ::Fires her gun with a plunger on the end, attaching to bottle of rum. Hits lever as retracts rope, bringing the bottle of rum with her. Drinks::

    "Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirates life's for me!"

    ::hic::
    [ 08-20-2003, 09:02 PM: Message edited by: SilntAngl5 ]
    Posted by Daniel Lynch (Member #1965) on 08-20-2003, 09:10 PM
    :: stumbles in::

    Why is the rum gone???
    Posted by Lord Mattson (Member #1641) on 08-20-2003, 09:25 PM
    Walks in

    Hey! What is all this? Drunken piracy? I'm soo ashamed of you two. And DL, you left rum sitting around here? You should know what happens if someone on a pirate thread drinks too much, they bet Saprrow-ized. Do you really want that? Help me get the rum away from them.

    Shakes head

    What would the orphans say?
    Posted by SilntAngl5 (Member #1656) on 08-20-2003, 09:32 PM
    quote:
    Originally posted by Lord Mattson:
    Shakes head

    What would the orphans say?

    ::Silly grin::

    "But why the rum!?"

    :: Sings and swing the bottle around as she slides around the mast in the Crow's Nest::
    Posted by Lord Mattson (Member #1641) on 08-20-2003, 09:37 PM
    Oh, geez.

    Shakes head

    Get down here. I've, um, I've got a treasure map.
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-20-2003, 09:43 PM
    Looks like a hanky to me.
    Posted by Facade (Member #1116) on 08-20-2003, 09:43 PM
    Fire the scuppers! ~hic~ ~pulls out new bottle from under coat and waves cutlass about~
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-20-2003, 09:47 PM
    I feel woozy. Maybe I shouldna had the fish-eye soup at the tavern
    Posted by SilntAngl5 (Member #1656) on 08-20-2003, 09:50 PM
    Did say.... treasure!?

    ::Rum safely tucked into her blouse, she grabs a piece of rope, her belt knife, and crawls to the edge of the Nest. Knife in miuth, she slides down the rope, turning and twisting before landing on the deck before Lord Mattson. Sheathing her knife she folds her arms beneath her breasts and grins::

    What's this about a treasure map, Mi'love?
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-20-2003, 09:55 PM
    "Yes, let us see" the little hunchback grins lopsidedly (still a little green around the gills), sets the rudder and limps over to the other two
    Posted by Lord Mattson (Member #1641) on 08-20-2003, 09:55 PM
    Yes, a map. A map that can only be read by the sober.

    Thinks 'So glad I took BS 101.'

    So why don't you take a nap and we can talk more once you sober up?

    Thinks 'Any other ladies and I would gladly swab the decks for them.'
    Posted by SilntAngl5 (Member #1656) on 08-20-2003, 10:02 PM
    S-soohbrrr?

    ::tilts head in confusion::

    But I'm not sleepy... and Rum sounds so much more fun than this Sohbrr thing. Sounds quite cold. Brrr.

    :: shivers and removes bottle of rum from her blouse. Take a sip and returns::

    Ahh.... warmth.
    [ 08-20-2003, 10:02 PM: Message edited by: SilntAngl5 ]
    Posted by Lord Mattson (Member #1641) on 08-20-2003, 10:05 PM
    Tries crawling away.

    But if you get the treasure you can buy more rum.

    As for you hunchback, stow it. You're cramping my style.

    Thinks 'Pirates. Bloody pirates.'
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-20-2003, 10:07 PM
    ooo!ooo! I'm sober! I'm sober! Gimmie!
    attempts to jump and grab the map out of the Lord's hand, but it is held out of reach
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-21-2003, 12:33 AM
    I apologize for just barging in like I did. I'm really new to RPGs and in the excitement of getting to create characters and stories with other people, I didn't really realize there was a protocol to these things. I've read some other lines now and I think I'm starting to get it together Let me know when I've redeemed myself jk! until next time
    Posted by Lord Mattson (Member #1641) on 08-21-2003, 06:34 AM
    (OOC: I have no problems with your posts. Rather funny additions to a comical thread. Check out the If you're new thread for some introductions etc. And welcome to the boards, have a 5 Sigil rating.)
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-21-2003, 01:39 PM
    (OOC: thanks for the welcome and the sound advice, I guess we'll just see where this goes, eh?)
    Posted by Facade (Member #1116) on 08-21-2003, 01:58 PM
    Ahoy, matey!! ~runs across the deck, flailing her cutlass (a rubber chicken) wildly~
    Posted by Lord Mattson (Member #1641) on 08-21-2003, 06:42 PM


    Rubber chicken swords?

    I've wandered into bizarro-ville.
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-22-2003, 12:22 AM
    Looks like Facade has broken into SilntAngl's rum stash again.
    This could get interesting.
    Posted by SilntAngl5 (Member #1656) on 08-23-2003, 12:02 AM
    ::Blinks::

    She... whaa?

    ::Face flushes deep crimson. Clears throat::

    "My dear Quaxo of the Ninth Order, that is quite impossible. For one, my supply of rum is very limited and few..."

    ::reaches into blouse and partially pulls out a bottle of rum by its neck::

    "... and secondly... I think I'd know if anyone touched me rum."
    ...to the topTop



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    Posted by Lord Mattson (Member #1641) on 08-23-2003, 12:41 AM
    Give me that.

    Tries to grab the rum but hit a patch of water on the deck and falls on his face.

    OK, who was supposed to have swapped this deck?
    Posted by qwaring with a fake beard (Member #2844) on 08-23-2003, 12:41 AM
    **The bearded pirate walks about the ship, hoisting main sails and battening down everything.**

    Hi, I'm Petey, the sensible and somewhat sober pirate.
    This here's my pal Mr. Salty Sea Feathers.

    **He points at the parrot on his shoulder.**

    Mr. Salty Sea Feathers: SQUAWK! Mutiny tonight! Mutiny tonight! SQUAWK! SQUAWK!

    **Petey panics, stuffs the parrot into a cannon and fires it out to sea.**

    Heh, heh. That darn bird says the darnedest things.
    I don't have a clue where he gets this stuff from.

    [ 08-23-2003, 12:42 AM: Message edited by: qwaring with a fake beard ]
    Posted by vandalrobert (Member #3435) on 08-23-2003, 01:17 AM
    AVAST!!! ME HEARTIES!!!!

    ARRGH!!!

    YO HO!!!!

    smiles a slimy, unbrushed smile.

    ARRRR!!!!
    Posted by vandalrobert (Member #3435) on 08-23-2003, 01:18 AM
    me thinks me needs a toothbrush...

    Posted by Prime Knight (Member #606) on 08-23-2003, 02:20 AM
    [sings]
    We're beggars and blighters and ne'er-do-well cads,
    Drink up, me 'arties, yo ho!
    Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
    Drink up, me 'arties, yo ho!
    [/sings]

    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-23-2003, 09:00 PM
    : shrugs and grins at SilntAngl's comment, then laughs out loud at the Lord falling and smacking his nose into the planking. Receives a dirty look, so trundles back to his post at the rudder:

    Arrr, Cap? The rudder......ain't moving.

    That's bad, ye drunkards!
    Posted by Soylent Green (Member #254 on 08-24-2003, 12:20 AM
    quote:
    Originally posted by SilntAngl5:
    "... and secondly... I think I'd know if anyone touched me rum."
    ::lifts up a bottle of rum::

    ye be lookin' for this'n, missy?
    Posted by SilntAngl5 (Member #1656) on 08-24-2003, 10:24 PM
    quote:
    Originally posted by Soylent Green:
    "... and lifts up a bottle of rum::
    ye be lookin' for this'n, missy?

    "Hey! Argh! Mine!"

    ::tackles and retrieves rum, muttering::

    "I thought one was missing... ARGH!!! Swabbing the deck be her job!"

    :: points to Facade and scuttles back up to the Crow's Nest, singing::

    "Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life's for me..."
    Posted by Lord Mattson (Member #1641) on 08-25-2003, 06:44 AM
    Great. Now the other lass is torturing me too and with out trying. Ack! I said lass. This place is getting to me. I should be safe as long as I stay sober.
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-25-2003, 11:31 AM
    It's all in the rum, mateys. It's all in the rum.
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-25-2003, 09:40 PM
    :: Pulls at the rudder again::

    *muttering*If this crew don' stop kabitzin' around, I'm going to jump overboard! Arrrr. Maybe I just need something to eat.

    ::Leaves failing rudder and limps agilely to the galley to see what the cook is making for supper, making sure to steer clear of the still infuriated-looking LM::
    Posted by Prime Knight (Member #606) on 08-25-2003, 10:31 PM
    I'll fix that rudder for ya, matey!

    ::jumps overboard::

    SPLOOSH!!!

    Arrr, take that ya scummy, flim-flammerin' flotsam! I'll teach ye not ter mess wit' us! We're pirates, dontcha know?

    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-25-2003, 10:45 PM
    ::Hearing the splash, Hunchy hurries back topside, ready to jump in and haul out the rather tipsy SilntAngl. To his surprise it isn't Angl in the water, but Prime Knight! Witnessing the flotsam-bashing he cheers wildly, tossing his bandanna in the air::

    Go to't PM!

    Any takers on the flotsam?

    Wonder why I didn't think of that?
    Posted by AnyGator (Member #3938 ) on 08-26-2003, 06:57 PM
    WHERE BE ALL ME RUM?!?

    Ah, the ladies be drinking at it.

    Good thing I know the new shipping routes...

    Hoist the mainstay! We're a-goin' a-lootin', mateys!
    Posted by Shrike (Member #2825) on 08-26-2003, 10:14 PM
    Pulls out a cutlass, and looks for more Morgan's Rum.

    "Just make sure you're home by the weekend![/i]
    Posted by Lord Mattson (Member #1641) on 08-26-2003, 11:58 PM
    Set sail? *gulp* Um, wait. I'm on the wrong boat.

    And I've always been a bit of a Bacardi fan more then Morgan fan.
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-27-2003, 12:01 AM
    C'mon lad! It'll be fun!
    ::Goes to give LM a man-slap on the back, but b/c he's a midget, only reaches his butt::
    ooops. Sorry matey. Don't worry, this isn't really the navy!
    Posted by Lord Mattson (Member #1641) on 08-27-2003, 12:25 AM
    Geh!

    Begins looking for an exit from this crazy boat that doesn't involve any more weirdness.... and fails to find one.

    Its going to be one of those days.

    Sits down on the deck.

    The only reason I don't say I need a drink is because I've seen what those drinks are doing.
    Posted by AnyGator (Member #3938 ) on 08-27-2003, 12:32 AM
    quote:
    Originally posted by Shrike:
    Pulls out a cutlass, and looks for more Morgan's Rum.

    "Just make sure you're home by the weekend!

    Aaaarrrr!!! Me boat be on me boat!!! She be me First and Only mate, here!!!

    Now, stop grabbing each other's butts and let's get moving. I smells British rum runners out in the distance!!! Hard to port me hearties!!!
    Posted by Prime Knight (Member #606) on 08-27-2003, 01:53 AM
    Hard to port! Aye, cap'n!

    :: singing again::
    We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack,
    Drink up, me 'arties, yo ho!
    Maraud and embezzle and even highjack,
    Drink up, me 'arties, yo ho!

    Posted by Shrike (Member #2825) on 08-27-2003, 09:23 PM
    On a distant shore, a small, nut brown beach comber stares blankly at the ocean rushing and receeding near her perch on the shoreline. Pelicans and sand pipers wheel idly overhead.

    From an unknown distance, a small white lily hits water. The immovable figure slightly cocks its head. Mystical energies sigh in response.

    Immediately, the saucy first mate on the HRM Scum Angel disappears, blowing a kiss to the captain, and leaving a very large crate of missing rum in her wake.
    Posted by Quaxo9 (Member #3984) on 08-27-2003, 09:57 PM
    So, where did that map go?
    I want treasure!!!!
    Posted by AnyGator (Member #3938 ) on 08-28-2003, 12:09 AM
    HEY! My first mate just up and left!!!

    Well, at least she blew me a kiss and left me some rum.

    Proceeds to drinking rum

    Let me tell you swabs about the time I plundered the mysterious Monkey Island...
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