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[Seated comfortably in a nice chair in his home -- it's almost a throne -- Reaver addresses all watchers with boisterousness and charm. Impeccably dressed, in a room well lit and well maintained, it is clear that he is kind of disgustingly well off, as befits his reputation for how many ships he's taken]
Neighbors! Brothers in arms! Countrymen! Scoundrels, cads, and privateers!
[crossing one knee over the other]
Captain Reaver of The Reaver speaking, bringing you the event of the season. We are in rare form here in Barcaza, to find so many members of the Royal Navy in our midst, but many of you know that at least two of them have been guests on this fair island for some time now, and with a heavy heart, I must at last announce that their time here is quite likely drawing to a close!
[le sad D:]
But do not be disheartened, my brethren, because we'll be giving them a sendoff worthy of that which they would have so easily granted any of us were the tables turned. Yes, too many of our comrades have fallen to the Crown or been captured, even arrested in port. And too many times have we witnessed those same men and women given lashes --
-- placed in the stocks for days at a time --
-- and then ultimately either branded and set free, if the former were their punishments, or more likely sold into slavery, usually at the hands of the very fops they had quite righteously overtaken at sea, or? more regrettably, sent to dance at the noose when none would purchase them!
[And off comes his hat, held to his heart in remembrance]
Yes, we remember this drastic unfairness foisted upon our own. A pirate to a man of the crown is a pirate -- leave alone that our origins so greatly differ. Why -- some of us entered into privateering at the behest of our kings! Cast aside when they sought to do their business with a little less honesty. Some pressganged, kidnapped into service. Though you may be shot of your original captors now, full-blooded sailors charting your own course, the crown would punish you as though you had chosen this life yourself! But we on Barcaza, we welcome you. We call you Brother! and Sister!
Neighbors! Brothers in arms! Countrymen! Scoundrels, cads, and privateers!
[crossing one knee over the other]
Captain Reaver of The Reaver speaking, bringing you the event of the season. We are in rare form here in Barcaza, to find so many members of the Royal Navy in our midst, but many of you know that at least two of them have been guests on this fair island for some time now, and with a heavy heart, I must at last announce that their time here is quite likely drawing to a close!
[le sad D:]
But do not be disheartened, my brethren, because we'll be giving them a sendoff worthy of that which they would have so easily granted any of us were the tables turned. Yes, too many of our comrades have fallen to the Crown or been captured, even arrested in port. And too many times have we witnessed those same men and women given lashes --
-- placed in the stocks for days at a time --
-- and then ultimately either branded and set free, if the former were their punishments, or more likely sold into slavery, usually at the hands of the very fops they had quite righteously overtaken at sea, or? more regrettably, sent to dance at the noose when none would purchase them!
[And off comes his hat, held to his heart in remembrance]
Yes, we remember this drastic unfairness foisted upon our own. A pirate to a man of the crown is a pirate -- leave alone that our origins so greatly differ. Why -- some of us entered into privateering at the behest of our kings! Cast aside when they sought to do their business with a little less honesty. Some pressganged, kidnapped into service. Though you may be shot of your original captors now, full-blooded sailors charting your own course, the crown would punish you as though you had chosen this life yourself! But we on Barcaza, we welcome you. We call you Brother! and Sister!
Now, my friends, with Commodore Prefect and his companion, we are at last granted the opportunity to most deservedly return the favor.
Tomorrow, at high noon, in the square, I will be offering both of these fine specimens for auction. Fancy a new servant? A good, pliant cabin boy for your next voyage? Or would you simply like the honor of kicking the stool from under them? Win one, and it is your choice. And naturally, should none wish to part with their gold, you may naturally enjoy the spectacle as we give these two brave members of the King's Navy a farewell befitting the ones they've given our lost sailors in their fond Port Royale, with feasting to follow.
[Forward-dated log to be posted shortly.]
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Private - :(
Prefect and Pendragon have been abandoned as cruelly as any of your brethren sent to the pillory-- discarded by the King and Country to whom they are still loyal. Do not send them to slavery or the noose.
You are rich, surely you above all can afford mercy?
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If you wish them spared the noose or the sweat of proper justice upon their brows, my dear friar, then I suggest you gather your coin and liberate them yourself.
Private - poast and run
[Or he'll steal them. He's very good at escaping. If Prefect were better at escaping he'd have had the men on a boat by now. But he really is fond of the touchy Briton and doesn't want to see anything awful happen to him.]
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But I think your bidders might find me a more useful laborer than concubine.
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[Narv Smith is *very excited* about this. Until he realizes that someone might outbid him. Time to put in some extra thieving.]
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[There's a roar in the back, like several dozen inebriated sociopaths agreeing, and a few muffled bangs of mugs being stamped on tabletops for emphasis. Arthas waits for it to die down before speaking again, but sounds amused.
The Invincible and her two sister ships have enough of a reputation that Reaver would know most of them used to be navy themselves, including the captain, and they're not fond of leaving survivors. Mostly, these guys are crazy, and not the harmless kind of crazy you get from venereal diseases or lead poisoning either.]
- why should we give you our hard-earned money here for something that can be bought at sea for the price of cannonballs and powder?
[More roaring, under which Arthas can be heard chuckling to himself.]
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