Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"Should we abandon ship, mateys?

And with that, another huge wave hits the two enjoined ships, flipping them on their sides, dropping both the living and dead into the stormy waters and ... blackness.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

You awake to the sound of screaming gulls.

You are laying on a pink sand beach, debris from the ruined Tarantula all around, on shore and in the turquoise waters.

Scaggs, your quartermaster, is climbing to his feet in the shallow waves and staggering toward shore, followed by the cabin boy Billy, a runaway from Charleston who insists on being called "Knives," for the fancy fighting knives he somehow acquired on his way to the Caribbean.

Under other circumstances, this would be an idyllic scene. You've awoken on a small island somewhere in the Bahamas. It's little more than a sandbar, covered in long grass. A single large sandy hill rises in the middle of the island.

The sun is high in the sky, near midday, although before or after noon, you can't tell.

((Despite the illustration, there are no trees on the island.))

 

[payn]

As the remaining crew of The Tarantula gather themselves on the shore of an uncharted island, they spot something walking out of the sea. It first appears to be some kind of aberration not quite a beast nor a sea creature. As the unknown monstrosity gets closer and closer to shore, it slowly, but surely, takes on the form of a man. All color seems to have faded from his complexion, eyes are unnaturally white... and black, depending on the angle of the light of the sun. The man approaches silently and seemingly without any intent or purpose. The man finally stops within spitting distance of the shipwrecked crew's encampment. Silently standing there, starring to nowhere in particular, a stone with a mermaid etching in the palm of his hand...

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

Spoiler: Desiree "the Leperchaun" Groves

Desiree "The Leperchaun" Groves
HP: 14;-2=12-1=11 Luck 1d2;

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It looks as if another undead is picking itself up from the sand, groaning the awful call of the dead - it's skin hanging loosely from its skeletal form, ragged armour askew,

"AAAAUUUURRRRGH"

It takes a step forward but trips on a broken piece of wood and falls, face first, into the sand,

"Bloody hell. I feel like I been keel hauled." it calls with a mouthful of sand.

The Leperchaun Groves pulls his gaunt, skinny butt back out of the sand.

"Where'n God's green glory are we anyways?"

He looks around at the survivors.

"Well, no time to wait. We best be findin' ourselves some grub"

He scans the tree-line and beach hoping to see some fruit trees or even some supplies that may have survived the shipwreck.

His eyes fall on the stranger,

"Now then, B'y, who might yeh be?"

---

 

[Maggan]

Safari pulls himself up from the sand. Absent-mindedly he slips the map inside his shirt and grabs his runic machete, which sticks up from the wet sand a few yards away.

He eyes the new-comer suspiciously.

"I be Rowland Catcloghe, ship's cook on the Tarantula. You can call me Safari. My mates here ..."

Safari gestures towards the remaining crew ...

"... are all that's left of the fine ship Tarantula. Now that you know who we are, I reiterat my crewmate's question, who might you be? Or should we say, WHAT might you be?"

He then looks around.

"And where might we have ended up? And how do we get off this island?"

 

[KoolMoDaddy-O]

Burn Tokwith

Tokwith rolls over on the wet sand, spitting grains from his mouth. He sits up, takes in the situation. He stands and staggers in circles. Finally it hits him: he is shipwrecked.

If there are dead corpses of his shipmates, he begins looting them. If anyone questions his actions, Tokwith insists he's looking for "supplies" or "food and water." Which he is -- while also secretly pocketing any valuables.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Barrels bob in the surf, just off shore, along with timbers and sail cloth, some of which is on the shore as well.

((Any possessions people had on their persons at the time of the ship sinking, they still have. Equipment that would have been in their quarters is lost, at least for now. The corpses are sadly disappointing in that regard, as well.))

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

Spoiler: Desiree "the Leperchaun" Groves

Desiree "The Leperchaun" Groves
HP: 14;-2=12-1=11 Luck 1d2;

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He doesn't wait for the stranger to respond.

Instead, Desiree strips down to his shorts and swims out to recover a few barrels. He's sad that he lost the expensive bottle of rum he'd stolen from the Captain of the last ship he'd....stolen.

But he's not about to cry about it! There will be more ships to steal. They might need to steal one just to get off this Island! Besides, there's valuables and grub in those barrels - maybe even gunpowder. The sooner they're resupplied the sooner they can start searchin' the island for another loser to rob.

"Come on, then! Let's get ourselves supplies and set up a fortified camp 'afore it gets dark, lest we're beset upon by more of the dead."

 

[Maggan]

"That's right, Leprechaun!" Safari responds. We might as well try to get a few barrells, maybe we can paddle from here in one!" He laughs uproriously.

Then Safari remembers the map, and brings it out from under his shirt.

"Ah me maties ... I got this map from Davies before the ship went down. Maybe it can help us?"

He unfolds the map, carefully studying it while comparing it to the surrondings.

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

((Leper- chaun. Not leprechaun. But try to get auto correct to spell it that way))