Pirates or Ninjas? (Home of the Taijituan Pirates! Yarr!)

[The Empire]

*dangles a bit to and fro from the push*

anyone?....

[Bara]

"Hold on"

*Pushes emp agian and he swings over the boat and cuts the rope, making emp fall onto the deck*

[The Empire]

Umm.. thanks Barak...

Now, how do I get theese pieces of wood off from my legs...

And that stretch of now missing railing better be replaced before someone falls off...

OOC: I have those v legs....

[Bara]

*grabs the wood of emps leg and fixes his leg*

[Khablan]

Emp, what ARE ye doing just hangin' around when there be work t' do?  An' ye broke our brand new rail!  Tsk. 

Bara, when ye finish wi' that, ye'd better go clean yer guns.  There be a lot o' fishin' to do. 

Arrrr, Emp, ye'd better find somethin' to fix that rail.  When the seas get rough, we could lose our cookies through that hole!  Mebbe even the rum!  Can't have that, now.  And ye know, wi' them spidery legs ye got now, methinks ye can come in handy for all sorts o' things.  Like furlin' the sails.  Or mebbe attachin' mops t' the feet for swabbin' the deck.  Or... well, somethin'.

You, over there!  Aye, the one wi' the hair!  Clean out the bilges!  An' you, peg leg!  Row faster, No lollygaggin' on me ship!  An' you!  Put that rum down and go find a spitton t' polish or somethin'!  Move, move, move!  Next one I see slouchin' gets hung by 'is toes from the crow's nest! 

I'll just sit over here, shall I, an' watch for dolphins and sharks and whatnot.   Important job, that.  Allama, me hearty, let's share a bottle and talk o' piratey stuff while the lads are busy.
Mebbe ye can think of a good use for Emp's new legs, eh?

[Khem]

* The Wonderful PUR clutches to her rum tightly while dreaming of losing it....

"not my rum......... why the rum, take the gold instead......shut up bara........Allama why's your but so......not the rum..."

[The Empire]

*takes some timber from the hold and fix the railing... enough to stop a rum keg*

Does this jury rig fit youe needs cap'n?

[Bara]

*goes below deck and begins to clean his guns, then goes above deck and cleans his Quad .50 call*

"Alright, were ready!"

[Allama]

"Aye aye, Cap'n!  Pass the rum, yeah?  Thankee.

Methinks we could hoist Emp up tha mast an use 'is legs as a mobile shield.  No enemy could scale it ta rip the sails if'n we had his razor-sharp legs placed in their way."

[Bara]

*Makes the .50 cal ready to fire, and waits for Al's or Khabs signal*

[The Empire]

Oi young lass, ye kin i'm nut too fond o' them heights so we'll be doin no hoistin' 'ere

[Talmann]

* Talmann sees something through eyeglass he made on the island.

Oi, Capt'n! I see sompth'n a'couple a'kilos off the port bow! What make ye of it?
*turns to Bara*
Now don't go shootin, Bara, boy. Even with these guns we can't take down a larger ship...

[Bara]

*Grins and opens fire on the other ship, ripping holes in it.*

HA!

[The Empire]

Well, Tal, he managed to wipe out their crew...

[Talmann]

eh... hmm... Anyone up for getting abord the bigger ship? I'm sure the kitchen's big enough to bake ten batches at once, Capt'n Khabby. And each of us'll get a room of bunk beds to ourselves.