Yar Har Fiddle Dee Dee

by **Edreina** on November 22nd, 2013, 1:02 am

The 58th Night of Fall, Five-Hundred and Thirteen Years After the Valterrian

Let's do this! :

"Do what you want, cause a Svefra is free, you are a Svefra!" The tune had been stuck in Edreina's head since before she could remember and still left her lips in a whistle as she bounded her way across the ship. It was enormous and, despite her time on it, half of the crew had yet to be seen.

Grinning, she leapt onto the railing of the ship and held onto the rigging so that she could lean out over the water. Synashine flooded her system and brought a pleasant shade of pink. It was a beautiful day, one could say, perhaps even perfect.

Perfect for destroying another ship and making off with their lovely loot!

"Ship avast!" She cried, swinging about the rigging and climbing a bit higher. "Off to the Star and just past the rise!" From that point, the tops of billowing white sails danced along the horizon, pretending to be cloud. But, she was not fooled.

Her elbow was looped through the rigging as she turned to make sure that the shipmates were following the orders of the palivar's first mate. The captain would surely be out of his cabin at any moment now to oversea the boarding. Even as she watched, her comrades, Svefra and hired hand alike, could barely contain their excitement.

(c) Traverse

by **Richard Blow** on November 22nd, 2013, 3:30 am

"Put yeh're backs into it, ya stinkin' sea rats!" roared an enormous mammoth of a man clad in eye-gouging red and blazing gold, with glittering emerald rings on eight fingers, and a mustache so magnificent and sharp you could gut a bear with it. Richard, whose mustache was much more modest, heard the order from his place in the crow's nest. He couldn't quite remember changing into nut-crushing purple tights and a blazing white shirt that was only buttoned a third of the way up. For that matter, he didn't remember having chest hair, but whenever he questioned these things, he was told by the captain to "shut up and roll with it." So he did.

Besides, it was a better lot than the men on the deck. They got to scrub floors and hoist ropes and grunt suggestively in about half a burlap sack.
Richy's job was to keep an eye out for things that would spur the dandies into action. He could do that... Or he could sit on his arse and drink rum. He was about half a bottle into the second option when he smelled... Dung.

Now, the first thing Richard did was look down to see if Manurebeard the Pirate escaped. Nope. The manure and the beards were still separate. Thus, it must be... From elsewhere. He quickly grabbed the telescope sitting against the wall and started scanning the horizon, until...

by **Uleru** on November 28th, 2013, 3:15 am

"Ship avast! Off to the Star and just past the rise!"

"Wha- what does that even mean!?" Uleru sputters, completely baffled as she tugs on a rope that may or may not be attached to something important. Why is she even here! She can't sail! She's just running around pretending to be busy so the quartermaster won't yell at her again.

The clothing isn't exactly helping her go unnoticed either. Heavy, folded down boots, skin-tight trousers of such ludicrous purple and gold striped madness that it was probably designed to make the enemy go blind at the sight of her gift-wrapped butt. And, of course, a purple corset laced so tightly that by all sanity her lungs should be poking out of her ears. But, since she is short on both lungs and -strictly speaking- ears, this doesn't pose too much of a problem. Though to does look like someone has inserted her into the garment with all the finesse one might use to shove dough into a paper tube.

The clothing, sailing, and general unreal madness of the whole situation is resignedly excepted as reality in a way most people do in dreams. But the Otani is still miffed. Somewhere in the far back of her mind, where she keeps her breathing reflex and her collection of creative swears, some part of her is grumbling that her dreams usually make more sense than this. Why couldn't it have been a nice, quiet sex dream with a handsome Akalak? Or a handsome Akalak and his two twin brothers? No, instead she is being harassed by sweaty sailors and yelled at by multiple people In a way that hardly counts as Common.

"Oi, skipper! What do you see?" She calls to the red-headed woman, hoping for some straight-talking clarity for once.

by **Quint Caravel** on November 28th, 2013, 11:49 am

It was a calm and peaceful day. The sun felt good on his face and hands. Quint Caravel glanced up, watching an albatross circling overhead. He heard it call out, cawing. Quint wondered if it was a good omen or not.

Behind him, Xiva was humming "Do what you want, cause a Svefra is free, you are a Svefra!"

Quint knew all about being a Svefra. His mother was one, after all. And his casinor had been to more cities than Kenabelle Wright could dream about visiting. So he didn't even blink or hesitate when he found himself standing on the forecastle of mighty pirate ship. He just went with it. "Xiva, take the wheel." This wasn't an order so much as an admission that she was far better at navigating than he was, especially with a ship this big. Besides, he had no interest in being anywhere except where the fun was, and that would be on the boarding planks. And Xiva had no interest in combat.

"Sure, Quint, I'll take the wheel little brother. I know you'd rather put your hands back on that Otani girl you had last night."

"I'd rather be in a port tavern drinking a bottle of rum with Finian and doing some wenching and dancing, but I want to check on the quarterdeck."

Quint glanced down to make sure his trusty cutlass was polished and ready. His Tavan quacked at him. He nodded at it. "Aye, me duckie, there will be sport today."

Quint pointed at the other ship. "Xiva, you know what that is? That's a treasure ship. That's part of the Dyre's Prize fleet, bound out of Syliras with a king's ransom in newly minted Mizas. Must have gotten separated from the escorts and the rest. We've got a narrow window before they find her again, and if we can pull this off, we can board the Prize."

"Like you boarded that Otani girl?"

Quint had nothing to say to that, so he went to make sure all the hatches were battened down and all the timbers were shivered.

by **Cynnya** on November 30th, 2013, 12:44 am

"Ship avast! Off to the Star and just past the rise!"

Cynnya stirred as the piercing cry cut through her subconscious, allowing every sound that was happening around her to wash over her ears in a deafening roar. That wasn't the only thing to wash over her, however. Quickly following the skipper's cries of another ship came a wave of cold sea water, causing her to sputter and cough as she struggled to breathe and stand up at the same time. Her eyes flew open to find a grimy looking cabin boy holding an empty water bucket that supposedly had been full just a moment before. "Cap'n says to get up, 'e's spotted a ship ripe for the pillagin'," the boy muttered quickly, avoiding her piercing gaze. If she hadn't been so confused as to where she was, she would have glared at him for longer, but her peripheral vision caught sight of several other sleeping bodies around her in the dark of the cabin. The smell in the tight space was also overwhelming and bitter, causing her to wrinkle her sensitive nose.

Just then a second cabin boy stepped out from behind the first and threw another ice cold bucket of sea water on her. "Shyke! I'm already awake!" she shouted, brushing her now soaking blonde hair out of her eyes. "That one was for the smell," the second boy said with a shrug.

Cynnya huffed and brushed past the two boys, shoving the second one with her shoulder just a bit more than the first, into the sunlight. She hissed as her pupils were reduced to slits under the sudden change in brightness and her senses were overwhelmed once again. Why did her head throb? Had she been drinking? A quick look down at her sopping wet clothes, being now slowly dried by the sea breeze and sun, told her that indeed she must have been. For who would soberly dress in the mix of striped purples and browns that adorned her frame? Further more, if she had truly been sober when she dressed, she would have never worn this silly corset that only restricted her breathing and did nothing for her small bosom. With a curse muttered under her breath, she ripped open the offending fabric and tossed it to the side, now quite content to be wearing nothing at all. She was a Kelvic after all and clothing was a human custom.

As she was reveling in her new found nudity, a cutlass and a sponge were thrust into her hands. She looked at them inquisitively, wrinkling her brow. Was she supposed to prepare to board or clean the decks? Perhaps the decision was up to her. With that thought in mind, she tossed the sponge towards the room she had just vacated with the rest of the sleeping drunks and wielded the cutlass as if she had handled one every day of her life.

The boarding party was gathering with their planks, at the starboard side of the ship and she joined them, accepting a long board from an unsavory looking fellow with two left feet. As the ships came closer together, Cynnya took another moment to look around and saw another ridiculously dressed female shouting to the skipper. "Grab a weapon, lass, we're boarding!" she said with a grin, waving her cutlass in the general direction of the ship they intended to rob.

noteDo we want to keep the posting order as established?

{ made by ally of thesintax and rpgd, please leave this credit intact }

by **Edreina** on November 30th, 2013, 3:38 am

Whoo! :

"Oi, skipper! What do you see?"

No... That voice... It can not be! Edreina turned her head and, with a whoop of joy, tossed herself down from the rigging, dashed across the deck, and pulled the squishy woman into a hug tight enough to misplace a thing do two. "Uleru!" she cried, gleefully swinging her in a circle before holding her at arm's length for examination. And then, "Uleru?" If anyone had designed an outfit to incite giggles, the Otani was wearing it. Then again, looking at herself with the bright blue pants, tight black corset, and enough jewelry (including about three or four hoops in her ears that clanked and tugged at her ears oddly whenever she tried to move) to make Syna wince at her own reflected light.

Again she laughed and hugged Uleru before pointing at the horizon, specifically the clouds that seemed to be independent from all others. "There is a ship, not too far off. It looks like another pirate ship and, if that is so, we can raid it and walk away rich as queens!" She leapt away and spun, metals flashing on her body. Unlike many other women on the ship, the corset cinching her midsection did wondrous things for her already shapely figure. For once, she did not feel ashamed to be built for anything other than flying through the water among her finned kin. "Oh, and plenty of shiny things to put in your jar of baubles." Had it been a jar? She remembered it not, at the moment but it was close enough.

Looking up, she now saw the captain at the wheel with another, he was making his way down, likely to make sure that all was underway. Grinning, she rushed over and went to help a few others unfurl the sails which would give them the speed needed to reach the other ship. "C'mon lads! Bit of work now, bit of bloodshed later, and gold for days to come!"

"And mead! Don't ferget the mead!" Someone shouted on another line as they heaved together.

"Always the mead!" She cried, tossing her fiery mane in glee, in excitement. "And may Laviku bless our pirating skills with rivers of rum and wenches galore!"

This, of course, was met with a cry fit to rouse the entire city of Syliras.

(c) Traverse

by **Brandon Blackwing** on November 30th, 2013, 1:13 pm

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NOTEI'm with Richard and Cynnya. For loot and for glory! Ahr ya scallywags!

Also...Whooot Iron Maiden YAY! \m/

Brandon felt really good. The cool wind blew in his face, playing with his long grey locks. The salty taste was picked up by his nostrils right away. And he could feel the way the ship ploughed through the rolling waves of the tide. His face was ornamented by his trademark grin, and he wore his usual clothing. Well, except for the weapon dangling on his hip. A cutlass. Normally, he wouldn’t know what to do with it. Swing it back and forth, try to cut open any foe, yes, but more in depth? No. He did now though.

He wanted to have a drink. A good gulp of rum would do him good. He had to go to the lowest of all decks first though. This was where the liquid was kept. Climbing down from his high position in the stays, his feet touched the deck.

Singing a song with the rock- scraping- over- metal- voice he only used when singing ,he was now pacing through the orlop. His boots pounded on the floor in a regular rhythm.

“Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and Rhysol had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum?”

The last line came out more or less like a question. He was standing in front of the rack where they kept the alcoholic liquid. It was empty. Or rather, the bottles were, the rack was stacked with uncorked empty bottles. He cursed and ran back the way he came. Up the stairs, on to the deck above the orlop, more stairs and he was outside once again. The captain, where was that bastard? Ah!

As soon as he thought of him, the giant of a man came into view. His red coat fluttered behind him, rings embedded with emeralds on eight of his fingers. “Capt’n” he yelled “the rum, the rum is gone sir! All bottles have been drained, not a single drop remains!” The captain’s eyes blazed with fire. His voice boomed over the deck. “Ahrrr! Find me that scabious dog responsible for this! I will keelhaul the bastard!” The bat muttered an ‘aye capt’n !’ And took off.

A girl in the nude was woken up by two boys and a cutlass and a sponge were thrown in her hands. The girl stood there, blinking her eyes in confusion. “Ahr! You lazy deck swabber! Get to yer work! And you two scallywags get to the lower decks! We will be boarding another ship soon!” It was a bit unnecessary since another member of the crew, a clothed girl, had just said the same as him. He shrugged and gave the girl a wink. When he turned back to the nude girl, he smelled the scent of alcohol oozing from her skin. A bottle, emptied, was lying next to a wet pile of clothes. He narrowed his eyes. “Hold it right there you!” He pointed towards the bottle. “Are you by any chance the one that consumed all our precious rum?”

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by **Uleru** on December 6th, 2013, 3:26 am

OOC: Sorry Richard, jumping out of turn here :paranoid:

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Edreina leapt off the rigger and runs for the Otani with her arms spread.

Not knowing whether she was going to be hugged or rugby-tackled, the Uleru contemplates making a break for it until (thankfully) the taller woman sweeps her up into a crushing hug. Her waist (which she could easily circle with two hands) is suddenly cinched even more, causing her narrow shoulders to bulge awkwardly and her underachieving breasts to make a spirited bid for freedom. She is swung off her feet and into a tight circle before being planted on her feet and given a full appraisal by sea-blue eyes.

“Reina my love!” the Otani laughs dizzily, giving the sailor a cold kiss on both cheeks and her nose for good measure. Edreina, at least, is looking fairly normal. Or at least if Fairly Normal ran full pelt through an Ahnatept tacky-jewelry market. Though even besides that the redhead wouldn’t be caught dead in this getup on the Flotilla. And besides this strange continuity, why is she so happy to see her? They’ve been serving on the same ship with the same crew for months!... Or have they?

Part of the Otani wants to stop, sit down, and refuse to continue until she knows what the fuck is going on. But another, much more vocal part of herself is telling her to “just roll with it you pansy”.

The Svefra turns the moulding attention and points out to the horizon, where she tells the monster that the white speck in the distance is really a ship. A ship full of mead, wenches and shiny things apparently, much to the crews uproarious approval. Then the redhead flounces off to pull on ropes and set pulleys that will somehow make the ship move faster.

Uleru stands there for another gormless second until someone with an armful of cutlasses pushes one of the shiny weapons into her hands. Right! She rouses herself with a mental shake. Boarding ships and stealing wenches! Or was it stealing ships and boarding wenches? Either or, she supposes.

But the first thing she does with the sharpened blade is not to hack off an enemy pirates arm. Instead she turns the blade to herself, and with a visceral spray of water hacks off the gaily colored clothes from her body. The strings of the corset pop like violin strings as she saws at them and the flesh beneath them, until the pressure has the whole thing fly off. Leaving her with a much more sensible waist and at least two inches shorter. The boots are next, before Uleru turns the blade to her hips and slices through the seams down her pant legs. Then with a whoop of glee she bundles up all the offensively coloured materials and tosses the lot overboard. Ha!

Emboldened by this new freedom of movement she swings the sword around experimentally, making hollow threatening noises as she menaces nearby barrels of salted pork.

Just then the Captain walks down to the main deck accompanied by his faithful duck. The moulding gives him a cheery wave with her sword free hand.

“‘Lo husband”, she calls gaily, prancing over to give the curly-haired sailor a quick kiss and a fond slap on the bum.

OOC :

by **Quint Caravel** on December 7th, 2013, 1:30 am

oocOk, that works for me, Mrs. Uleru Caravel. You've given Quint his new theme song "I'd love to dive into your ocean."

Quint smiled at his lovely wife. He liked her because she always looked good in a wet blouse. Or out of it. And she was a sassy and salty little spitfire. The being naked part was a bonus.

Also she wasn't a crazy nag like his Kelvic lobster ex-girlfriend.

He sang a little song: "Just as you don't need Rupert to be a Pycon, and you don't need legs to swim in the sea, you don't need Denval on a map of Kalea and you you don't need botany to appreciate an Otani."

A dozen or so Kelvic otters appeared and began doing a kick-line, singing the chorus: "Uleru, Uleru, she's someone who will dare you, the girl most likely to care to, Uleruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Quint and a male otter named Throckmorton J. Bandersnatch, both now wearing a tuxedo and tails, started tap-dancing on the deck. "Uleru. Uleru. Above or below the sea, she's heaven to me. I've got a glassine door on my casinor. Uleru. Uleru. Above or below the sea, she's heaven to me."

The dozen or so Kelvic otters continued singing the chorus: "Uleru, Uleru, she's someone who will dare you, the girl most likely to care to, Uleruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

All got down on one knee and waved a paw at Uleru with the other.