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Post by Devil Of The Deep Davey Jones on Feb 11, 2014 21:46:06 GMT -5
Before I get started, I want y'all to know I write some web-serials and stuff as well as roleplaying. If you're interested in reading anymore of my stuff, PM me and I'll send you to my stuff. Don't wanna just plug-away like... Well, like a pirate. But I do want you to know that there's more where this came from. Enjoy!
The winds were favorable as Davey Jones pulled into port on that brisk September afternoon. He and his crew had just come back from a successful raid on a nearby monastery and his heart was singing. As his ship docked, he stepped out onto the dock and left his first mate to handle the local tax and questions from the government of Cape Cod. He strolled into town and came to the back door of a simple shack behind the local blacksmith’s shop. He knocked three times on the worn driftwood door and it was opened to him.
“How went the raid?” Asked the soft willowy figure who opened the door. She was small and only a teenager, but one could tell easily from looking at her that she had the heart of a tigress. She invited Davey in and he smiled widely as he replied.
“Marietta, you’ look ravishing as ever. “ He strolled inside, hands behind his back and sticking up his chin like a peacock as he looked about the work Marietta had done with their little shack. “And the house looks to be in ship-shape! I have something for ye.”
He bent on one knee to be more on the young girl’s level and produced a bronze choker necklace from the inside of his coat. It had designs on it of serpents and starts that swirled in spectacular fashion. He bent it open and fitted it around her neck as she smiled at him and then bent down to kiss him.
“A bit rich for a monastery.” she remarked after she gave Davey his kiss.
“Well, I reckon that these monks were not fully normal. Many-a-phantom I saw on this excursion.”
“Really?!” Marietta smiled with wide eyes as she sat down on the bare wood floor to listen to her friend’s story.
“I will tell ye after dinner. We will eat in port tonight. Get your things together. We have more than the raid to celebrate tonight, love. Tis’ our two year anniversary of when we met.”
“Now that’s a story worth a retelling if ever there was one! Come now! I miss yer stories! Just one before we walk into port?”
Davey rolled his eyes and laughed, sitting down in a wooden rocking chair. The only chair in the one-room-house.
“A Drunken pirate rattled into port late one night when a man was trying to burn a beautiful young woman. He had her in bondage. Wrapped up like a slave and ready to be burned at the stake. The pirate stepped up and said: ‘Ahoy! You there! What crime has this woman committed!?’ The man said: ‘She is a witch! and will be burned as such!”
“Well, that brave pirate stepped up and challenged the man, and after a few moments, ran him through with his cutlass and freed the young girl! The girl is now free and runs her own business selling herbs and magics of all sorts in town, and the pirate comes home once a month to visit her. They are madly in love, and will be together forever so long as the pirate comes home.”
Marietta applauded her friend’s story and stood up.
“I will get ready now! Be only a few minutes, Davey!”
Davey Jones sat back in his rocking chair and sang to pass the time.
“Cape Cod girls ain't got no combs
Haul away, haul away
They brush their hair with codfish bones
And we're bound away for Australia
So heave away, me bully, bully boys
Haul away, haul away
Heave her up and don't you make a noise
And we're bound away for Australia
Cape Cod kids ain't got no sleds
They slide down the hills on codfish heads
Cape Cod girls ain't got no frills
They tie their hair with codfish gills
Cape Cod cats ain't got no tails
They lost them all in the northeast gales”
To Be Continued...
The winds were favorable as Davey Jones pulled into port on that brisk September afternoon. He and his crew had just come back from a successful raid on a nearby monastery and his heart was singing. As his ship docked, he stepped out onto the dock and left his first mate to handle the local tax and questions from the government of Cape Cod. He strolled into town and came to the back door of a simple shack behind the local blacksmith’s shop. He knocked three times on the worn driftwood door and it was opened to him.
“How went the raid?” Asked the soft willowy figure who opened the door. She was small and only a teenager, but one could tell easily from looking at her that she had the heart of a tigress. She invited Davey in and he smiled widely as he replied.
“Marietta, you’ look ravishing as ever. “ He strolled inside, hands behind his back and sticking up his chin like a peacock as he looked about the work Marietta had done with their little shack. “And the house looks to be in ship-shape! I have something for ye.”
He bent on one knee to be more on the young girl’s level and produced a bronze choker necklace from the inside of his coat. It had designs on it of serpents and starts that swirled in spectacular fashion. He bent it open and fitted it around her neck as she smiled at him and then bent down to kiss him.
“A bit rich for a monastery.” she remarked after she gave Davey his kiss.
“Well, I reckon that these monks were not fully normal. Many-a-phantom I saw on this excursion.”
“Really?!” Marietta smiled with wide eyes as she sat down on the bare wood floor to listen to her friend’s story.
“I will tell ye after dinner. We will eat in port tonight. Get your things together. We have more than the raid to celebrate tonight, love. Tis’ our two year anniversary of when we met.”
“Now that’s a story worth a retelling if ever there was one! Come now! I miss yer stories! Just one before we walk into port?”
Davey rolled his eyes and laughed, sitting down in a wooden rocking chair. The only chair in the one-room-house.
“A Drunken pirate rattled into port late one night when a man was trying to burn a beautiful young woman. He had her in bondage. Wrapped up like a slave and ready to be burned at the stake. The pirate stepped up and said: ‘Ahoy! You there! What crime has this woman committed!?’ The man said: ‘She is a witch! and will be burned as such!”
“Well, that brave pirate stepped up and challenged the man, and after a few moments, ran him through with his cutlass and freed the young girl! The girl is now free and runs her own business selling herbs and magics of all sorts in town, and the pirate comes home once a month to visit her. They are madly in love, and will be together forever so long as the pirate comes home.”
Marietta applauded her friend’s story and stood up.
“I will get ready now! Be only a few minutes, Davey!”
Davey Jones sat back in his rocking chair and sang to pass the time.
“Cape Cod girls ain't got no combs
Haul away, haul away
They brush their hair with codfish bones
And we're bound away for Australia
So heave away, me bully, bully boys
Haul away, haul away
Heave her up and don't you make a noise
And we're bound away for Australia
Cape Cod kids ain't got no sleds
They slide down the hills on codfish heads
Cape Cod girls ain't got no frills
They tie their hair with codfish gills
Cape Cod cats ain't got no tails
They lost them all in the northeast gales”
To Be Continued...
