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Carl- captain of the wrath:

He looked... He saw the ghost ship. "OOh.... Men! All hands retreat!!! NOW!!"

He ran, holding his injured leg, through the burning ship back to the blank and walked over it to his own ship. He waited that almost everyone was back on board and then kicked the blank into the ocean,

He took off his hat and waved at the other captain "My condolences, my fair colleague!"

MR. Collins walked to his side "Why'd we ret'eat?"
"The ghost ship is aghast,"

"Ahh, I found Leone."

"Bring him to my quarters,"

The Wrath~ Cervantes de Leon

Leon slipped across the small plank and onto his familiar ship quietly. He did not wish to be noticed. Mr. Collins would be coming back for him. The Captain would want to speak to him. He had no desire for either of those things to happen. [i[Let them think I am dead for all I care.[/i] He felt a chill run up his spine. Those were the last words he had ever heard his brother say, and now he was repeating them himself. His brother had left, no one even question his existence any longer. They all thought he was dead, just like how he had wished.

And yet that cursed ship veered closer. That ship with torn masts and rigging out of place. That ship with holes all through out its hole making it impossible to stay afloat but still it did. That there was the ghost ship, and the desire to get away from it was as real as it could get.

Leon's brother had left onto that ship to never return. It pained Leon to know this, but his brother was standing just a couple hundred yards away. He had not spoken to his brother in nearly 7 years, yet Leon had no desire to even see him. He had left their family in poverty and disgrace. He would not mourn over his brother.

Leon quietly snuck around the ship to the cargo bay. In there he hid, not wishing to be found. He buried his head into his knees and held himself together tightly. He did not wish to be in that ships presence any longer.

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~Incognito

Carl - captain of the wrath:

He went to the railing and looked at the burning Sirens's song. He saw the captain onboard trying to think what to do next, she had seen the ghost ship.

"Oh poppet!" Carl called out to the captain.

"What!" She looked at him from her ship.
"It seems that your ship is in a bit of a pickle, would you and yer lovely crew care to join us here?"

"I'd rather see myself in the bottom of the ocean than in your ship!"

"Sure about that?"

THe captain looked at the ghost ship and then at Carl.

She grumbled and started climbing up to the crows nest to get a better view. On her way up she yelled down to the captain "Are we going to board the ship?"

"Which one?" He responded, still keeping busy with his crew.

"The one that's not burning!" She made her way up to the crows nest and shoved the guy over who had been standing there looking like a fool. She could see the flames from the ship clearly at this level. "Why didn't you alert us, you stupid fool?!"

"I-I was sleepin' miss...the cannons woke me." He stuttered and looked a little scared of her.

"Of course the bloody cannons woke you up! Now go down on deck and help out the Captain!" She shoved him towards the ladder and picked up the telescope. It didn't work well, even though the fog was parting, but the fire from the burning ship lit up the sky like a typical drunken Irish party gone bad.

Maribel ~~ Asleep in the captains quarter of whoever will be nice enough to pick her up in the plot*

I awoke with the cannons and roars of guns. I staggered out and looked around, I had found more tequila and drank more. Pretty colors, everywhere.

"Man the decks we are under suddan attak!" I stuttered out trting to yell.

I then was tripped over by an unsuspecting person.

"My TEQUILA!!!!!" I cried as it rolled away.

*insert anyone really*

can i still join.

If so can someone PM a brief summary of what has happened so far.

The Phoenix - Samuel Barker - First Mate

As they neared the burning ship and its opponent, he saw, to his great surprise, a fourth ship looming from the darkness. Tattered sails billowed about, attached to the masts by what looked like the weakest of frayed ropes. It was bearing down on the three mortal ships with surprising swiftness, even though it was sailing against the wind.

"Everyone drop what you're doing and train the guns on that boat!" he shouted. It might not have been his place to give orders like that, especially when the captain was one of those he was technically ordering right now. But when Doc saw the ghost ship, he'd know exactly why Sam was doing this.

Cap'n Ellisa Jones~ Siren Song

Her only chance. The life raft had already been burned, and they weren't about to get eaten alive by the flames. So Ellisa commanded everyone to jump ship and get onto the Wrath. She had a plan already brewing.

"Annelise, leave the mop! We're jumping ship!" Annelise quickly scrambled to put the mop away, and once all crew members were assembled-- and Mutt-- Ellisa grabbed her sword, sheathed it, and jumped into the cool waters.

As her body crashed through the icy black waters, her ears filled with water. She gasped for breath. She flailed as she tried to swim back up to the top, and as she swallowed her first breath, Carl was standing at the railing, laughing at them.

"Are you gonna let us on?" Ellisa's eyes were pleading, but inside she could hear the old captain yelling at her.

Carl's shadow loomed over them. "Maybe."
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Hope that's okay!

And yes, you can join Bolt. Post your profile in the DT. And maybe join another ship than the phoenix since they've got more crew than everyone else.

Carl- Captain of the wrath:

"What do you mean maybe?!"

"Deppends are ye ready to lower that sword of yours mi dear poppet,"

The captain looked at the sword and then at Carl, "Do I have a choise,"

Carl gave hér his brightest smile and said: "No other choises at all missy,"
SHe sighed and put the sword on the ship's floor, "And my name isn't missy or poppet it's Elissa,"

"What ever ye say poppet," He said and then he took the sword from the ground.

"Advice the rest of yas to lower their weapons as well.. miss Elissa," He grinned. After this had been done Carl looked at Collins and said " Mr collins, full spead ahead.. away from that ghost ship,

Cap'n Ellisa Jones~ Siren Song, but that is burning so Wrath

"Lower the weapons," Ellisa sighed at her weakness. Gustav, her first mate, gave her a grave look. She knew he hated her. She was a horrible captain. But as much as the female side of her wanted to break down into tears, Ellisa held herself together, and stood there, feeling like an outcast.
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Didn't know what to do, so you give the orders, Anzius. Dunno if you're going to have them tied up or what.

The Wrath~ Cervantes de Leon

He felt the ship shudder into movement. They were going to be moving. They were going to be getting away from that murderous ship. He shuffled to his feet and stretched. The cargo bay was damp and darb. Not much to look at. He found his way to the stair-well that leaded up to the hatch to the deck. He decided now was the best of time to face his demons.

He crawled through the hatch, right away noticing the Captain standing there with the rest of the crew, yet for some odd reason, the crew seemed to be much more larger than it used to be... then it dawned on him.

"What in thw world is going on here?" Leon trudged over to the group of people. "Last time I checked, our crew was not this large."

"It wasn't, Leonne." Mr. Collins looked at him warily. "T'is is thee other crew. They are on our ship."

No shit Sherlock. Leon knew Mr. Collins wasn't very bright. He most of the time would only actually state the obvious, which tends to be not very helpful at all. "Why are they here though?" Leon looked over the raggled female captain. She was drenched to the brim and she held herself not like a proud captian of a mighty ship. More like a school girl being punished for skipping class for the first time. Not much of a brave face now, eh? "Wait, don't even bother to tell me. I will just head back to the cabin, and get a little shut eye."

"No, ye won't. I have a few words for you, Leon." Captain Carl looked at him, a slight warning evidently obvious in his eyes.

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~Incognito

Maribel~~

There was a large group standing in the middle of the ship, so like a good lil' pirate I decided to go join them. My tequila was regained and i was drinking my bounty. It was a special blend, brought form the island of which I was stowed off of.

"Whats with thiz guy?" I motioned to the fat man in the middle.

"He is the captain!" she harshly whispered back but I didn't hear her for I was pushing towards the front.

"Hey you with the beard!" I trudged toward him, "Ya know... that was some pretty fireworks show you guys diiddddd" I dragged and slurred my spech.


"And who be ye!" he shouted back, "a young girl on a pirate ship?"

"Im not a silly little girl," I slurred back, "I am MARIBEL, Maribel of the...uhm" What was my ship's name?

The Wrath~ Cervantes de Leon

He looked over at the girl suspiciously, eyeing the tequila in her hand. He smelt the fragrance of the islands and right away he knew what had happened.

"Where did you get that?" Leon gestured towards her drink, a cautious look in his eye.

"Somewhere!" She laughed merrily, but then the ship rocked and sent her tripping backwards, her glass shattering.

"Where did you get the tequila!?!" Leon grabbed her wrist and looked her right in the eye. "That better not be my special island brand or else, I will slit your throat in your sleep. Then I will toss you into the ocean so that you can join the dead Davy Jone's locker!"

"You would never do that! I am too pretty to be thrown overboard!" She laughed even harder thinking that this was the best gest in the world, which it certainly was not. She ended up snorting which made her even laugh harder. It just made Leon more frustrated. That was his tequila she was drinking. No matter how many objections she would make, he knew that was his tequila.

"Yah right! That is my tequila you are drinking! You stole that from my quarters! I got that island brand only a little while ago!" Leon let go of her wrist and stepped back. "I need a good drink right now." He muttered under his breath.

"Leonne," Mr. Collins started but paused after Leon sent his murderous glare his way. Mr. Collins end up continuing on. "I never knew ye would drink such a girly drink like 'em tequila."

"Bad time for that, Collins. Certainly a bad time. Never mess with a man and 'is drink." Captain Carl stated taking in Leon's angry persona. Leon certainly was pissed.

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~Incogntio

Maribel~~~

"Tis not your girly brew~!" I chided

"That better not be it.." he started again.

"I just CAME from the islands you dumb person!" I laughed merrily and swung around the overly large crew.

"Who is she..?" I heard a murmor.

"I AM MARIBEL!" I laughed and looked for more tequila and discovered none.

Captain Carl- of wrath:

He looked at the girl then at Marbiel and then at Elissa. Then he looked at the captured crew and his own crew.

"All men, no mater what ship, start rowing the boat or we will die before the day ends!"
Then he looked at the troublesome group before him "And ya lot! Yer comin' wit' me,"

He led them to his own office/cabin.

"First of all, Leone.. Why in the name of Davy Jones did you jump off the ship?"

"I was drunk."

Carl sighed, "Leone, if this happens ever again I swear the god I will confiscate all your alcohol."

"And you puppet, we are going to speak of the terms of YOUR survival," He grinned. Then he turned to the drunken girl.

"Why in the god's name are you on my ship?"