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Message: <blockquote data-quote="payn" data-source="post: 9451325" data-attributes="member: 90374">Bautista "Bedlam" LureThe galley stirs with activity at midday aboard The Tarantula. Sailors are beginning or finishing meals as they swallow tankards of grog and light pipes of stale tobacco. Complaints can be heard about the various duties and chores that lie ahead of the sailors before evening dusk. " Aye Mateys, how about a deal with the ole lot of ye? Any a ye can best me in a challenge will get an extra break from ye shift this afternoon," hollered out Petey a grizzled pirate and Bosun of the ship. An old game that the crew knew well not to play. By end of the day, Petey would own half their belongings and have not lifted a finger. "What? Not a single lad among ye?!", pouted Petey as the sailors went about their business. In the corner sits a skinny ragged man with a head full of wild flowing hair. Turning a stone over and over in his hands as he seems to study it with great interest. Occasionally, a whimper leaves his lips to no person in particular, "Los Espiritos... no mas espiritos.. iniciado espirirtos..." Petey looks over at the newly added crew member with a smirk on his face. Petey speaks to Bautista "Say there Matey, how about ye? Up for a challenge?" Petey then snatches the stone from Bautista's hands. The skinny man sits for a moment as if nothing had happened before snapping out of a fugue state. Bautista stands and angrily reaches out demanding Petey return his stone. "Ah, now now Matey, ye need to challenge me for it back," Petey says with an oily grin on his face. "Fino... olhando fixamente desafio," Bautista replies. "What the hells are ye saying?" Petey asks. Another sailor walks by and tells Petey its Portuguese for starring contest. Petey smacks his lips and sets the stone down on the table next his pouch of tobacco and say, "all righty then..."Hours pass by and Bautista remains in his corner seat with a pile of trinkets laying on the table bfore him. A very haggered and tired out Petey lays down a fine blanket and pillow to the pile. "Quatro or nothing amigo," a frustrated Petey mumbles. Bautista sets down his stone with the image of a mermaid in emerald embossment. Sailors line up behind Bautista and Petey. Nobody had bested Petey once, let alone three times in a single day. They all watched with intent as the two stared at each other unflinchingly for what seemed like an hour. Slowly, but surely, the ship started to sway, taking the crew by a bit of surprise as the weather had been calm until recently. Still, the two men continue to stare at each other with intensity. Petey's eyes were bloodshot and dry as desert sand. Veins in his forehead started to portrude as he continued to stare at this man who looked as calm as a still sea. Suddenly, the ship lurches port side as sailors braced themselves with one not reacting in time and crashing to the floor of the galley. Shouts can be heard in the distance as sailors start to come and go. Still Petey remains focused as ever. Captain Davies appeared from nowhere intot he galley. He begins to berate Petey, which breaks his concentration. Petey looks over at the captain who demands he go topside to help man the ship. "Damn ye!" Petey shouts as he gets up and makes way with the captain. Bautista gathers up his winnings and secures them in his footlocker before reporting topside to help the crew with the stormy weather. "Facil dinheiro" Bautista whispers to himself.  [ATTACH=full]378829[/ATTACH]</blockquote>

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