Tales From The Old Bald One-Eyed Salty Red Dog Tavern! (chapter 1, now closed)

[Gray Shade]

"I'll be as quick as I can!" Berserker Bill double-times it to the Captain 'o the Guards shack.

 

[Lazlow]

Before the party splits temporarily, a young boy runs up to the group waving a rolled-up piece of parchment in his hand:

"Oy! You da Sherriff? Ah, I see y' badge, dere. Here. Dis's f' you."

You unroll the parchment and read the following:

To The Esteemed Sherriff Berserker Bill and My Erstwhile Colleagues:

In the past few months of adventuring I have come to a startling conclusion; well, startling to me at least.

I don't like being an adventurer and I really, really like being an adventure maker.

As I don't want to drag your adventuring down any more than I already have, I will therefore bow out and say thank you and goodbye. It's been fun!

Speaker (I need to come up with a better adventure-making name)

 

[Ranger Rick]

OOC: Lazlow, you are quitting?

EDit: whoops sorry about that.

 

[Lazlow]

OOC: NO!! Speaker (Branding Opportunity) did. See the OOC thread. The message here is basically his good-bye post from there.

 

[Gray Shade]

"What a shame," Berserker Bill says thoughtfully. "An adventure-maker, eh? Wonder if we'll ever end up in any of the adventures he creates. Ha ha ha. Well, he always was an odd one. Shame, nonetheless."

Berserker Bill rolls up the paper neatly, then throws it over his shoulder and jogs off in the direction of the Captain 'o the Guards. Muttering under his breath he adds, " . . . must make haste!"

 

[Lazlow]

K, Richard, and Ranti quickly catch up with Desert, who stands transfixed at the billowing white (well, off-white (okay, dingy grey)) sails of The Goode Shippe Greenwater Gal. You know the name of the ship because it's painted on in HUGE letters across the bow, for some reason. Also of note is the man standing at the very tip of the bow, foot up on the gunwales, hanging onto some of the rigging, looking like a mighty proud sailor. Indeed, as the ship comes closer, this man seemingly bursts through the "of note" category and into the "what in the...?!?" category. Allow me to elucidate.

For starters, the hand that holds onto the rigging isn't so much a hand as it is a hook. Which isn't all that bad, it's a little steroetypical, you think, but not outrageous. That is, until you notice that his other hand is also a hook. "Wow," you think. "How about that." Indeed. But how about the patch over his left eye? Isn't it a bit much, especially considering the patch over his right eye? "And what about those parrots?" you may inquire. "Does he really need three?" Hell, don't look at me. Maybe he likes birds. Maybe he's trained them to sit on his shoulder there to take people's eyes off of his two peg legs, I don't know.

* * * * *

Making much haste, Berserker Bill rounds the corner and comes to a halt directly in front the Captain o' the Guards' door. A sleepy-looking guard stands off to the side, staring out into the distance. He doesn't seem to notice you.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Said to no one in particular, "I hope a mosquito never bites him."

 

[Gray Shade]

Berserker Bill pushes his way brusquely into the Captain's building. If the guard moves or so much as seems to notice, Berserker Bill hollers (that's right, hollers) at him, "I've important business with the Captain!" and keeps on going.

(OOC: HAHA!! I don't know why the mosquito line is funny, but it is!)

 

[Wystan]

Stunned look on my face::
"How does he wipe? I say his boat must be going to the birds.... I think I might have seen him before but I just can't peg where.... I must say though, I am hooked on figuring out where."

I start to duck if anyone so much as looks at me funny.

 

[LogicsFate]

K follows the man's gaze, to see if he looking at something, and then saying to desert "Yeah that would be a shame"

Assuming the man stands there a bit K calls out "Greetings, Sir! once again assuming she get no response "...AHOY, Thar, ye ,..., matey"