Pirates of VMK: RPG

"Of course not... You wouldnt be real Pirates to let me run off to the nobles... unless you wanted me and all the other nobles dead... which is unlikely at this point because you already had a chance..."

(What server and where? I wanna find you!!)

(Sorry, just have to put this for new people who want to join)

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Name: Captain Hector McSkull
Age: Don't Ask
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Brief Bio: Pirate Lord of the Caspian Sea and Pirate Lord of Neverland. Son of the late Captains Henry and Elizabeth McSkull. Nephew of the Great Captain Hector Barbossa. Father of many. Brother of Zac, Twilight, and May McSkull. Leader of the McSkull Fleet.
Weapons: Cutlasses, Pistols, Voodoo, Daggers, Special Razors, Voodoo Staff, and any weapon to my disposal
Rank: Pirate Lord and Captain
Ships: The Black Pearl, The Jolly Roger, The Black Rose, The Renegade General, and the Victory Eagle
Relationship Status: Flyin' Solo
Pets: Jack the Cursed Monkey and Aztec the Cursed Horse
Loyalty: The Brethren Court

Will: i'm a blacksmith.. i like to test out new swords.

- leans back on chair and puts feet on table -

CaptainMcSkull wrote:

Maddy wrote:

"Of course not... You wouldnt be real Pirates to let me run off to the nobles... unless you wanted me and all the other nobles dead... which is unlikely at this point because you already had a chance..."

(What server and where? I wanna find you!!)

(I'm on Andaba on the docks of Padres del Fuego. The docks where Rott is still hiding out on)

(Im there and not seeing you o.o)

-finishes cleaning blood off deck-finally!-practices with sword after making a moving target and hits all major arteries according to dummy-

To Maddy: Yer a hard girl, I'll give ya that. Are ye sure I've never seen ye in the Caribbean? Possibly on Tortuga?

To Jones: So what now? Wait till tomorrow night to sneak into the palace?

aye. unless you want to make it even more challenging and go during the day.. which i'm not really up for.

-walks around the shop ands see the Cabin Boy playing with his swords-
What are you doing?
-standing in the shadows on the steps-

Good point

-goes over to the kitchen counter, picks up a sign, blows off the dust and cob webs, and puts the "We're Open" sign up in the shop once again, twirning my razors-

Ye know what they say: "When in Rome", wll in this case "When in London"

-laughs and walks up to my barber part of the shop as Jazz begins preparing the food again. If anyone took a first glance, it would have been just like 20 years ago-

*Walks around*

- closes eyes and puts key in pocket -

-clears away the cob webs up in my barber shop. Dusts off the cracked mirror and begins to change. A few minutes later, I look like this-



-takes in a deep breath of the air and opens the small wodden box, containing my razors. Takes out the biggest and shiniest one and raises it to the sky-

At last! My arm is complete again!

"Your arm..Oh i get it! Hah..."

(I'm up in my shop alone, love. It's upstairs)

Will: - looks at him then slowly leaves the room and turns to Jones - i wouldn't sleep.. Hector has a big razor..

- looks at him, then closes eyes again - i'm already dead.. i don't really care.

-The Church Bells chime the creepy tune of The Ballad of Sweeney Todd as midnight comes upon London-

"Haha, love those bells!"

*Sits on counter*

never remembered London being this creepy..

-As I put down the razor, I see the old picture of me, my first wife, and our daughter. I pick up the picture, seeing the blood stains on it still there-

Johanna....

-puts the picture face down and then walks downstairs back to the pie shop, still dressed as my barber self-

"Hmm."

*hops off counter and looks out window*

- falls asleep -

Will: - continues to look around -

*Wipes dust off window and looks out at london*

"Hmm."

-Jazz continues to make the food, pounding the dough with attitude and such as I continue to look around the old shop-

God, love, it's been ages

Jazz (from the kitchen): Aye! We should keep comin' back, ya kno, to rekindle lost memories

Probably not, love, -opens the door to the downstairs bakehouse and sees the raging inferno of the oven- A few too many dark memories...

Jazz: Don't remind me!

-I smirk-

*Sits on couch*

Will: - walks by April - i wouldn't sit on that couch if i were you.. God knows what the stuffing for it is..