Reaver

[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!

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.]

Clearly, this is where rich men must go in the afterlife. A veritable Valhalla of beautiful people, extravagant food, elegant architecture, and shopping that only the greediest can afford. Really, who's to say the Aristocracy is dead?

[Private to Merlin]

You've hardly uttered the word 'no' once since we've arrived here, and I'm beginning to think you're up to something. Allay my suspicions and wholly redeem yourself by accompanying me tonight. I've come across a rather exclusive venue where the two of us might enjoy a little proper revelry.

(ooc: because Reaver's snobbery would be satisfied with nothing less, he will have spent Saturday night here.)

[The sound of downright cheerful laughter]

Oh yes...

[Followed by the telltale sound of a weapon cocking]

I'm beginning to like this port.

[Reaver is enjoying himself in port thanks in large part to his kind chaperone. If you were doubting this, please refer to the siren giggles and foreign speech in the background of what seems like an otherwise quiet area -- likely indoors, as he speaks.]

I could grow accustomed to this rather easily, I should think. Tell me all the stops are as entertaining as this one.

[One laugh gives way to a delighted squeal.]

Ladies, one at a time, if you please! Ein zu einer Zeit, bitte. [chuckling] Who needs to complain of cold when there are so many friendly people to help keep you warm? The weather outside is frightful, my friends. Find yourselves a roaring fire, a soft bosom or three to lay your head upon, and enjoy it the best way that man can.

(ooc: Sooo, Reaver's been chaperoned into port with Arthur, who kindly volunteered to bring him in, and his Inmate. Aaaand the first thing he seemed to do was bring back a pile of boisterious buxom young ladies to jump on the bed and have sexy pillow fights with him. There's room for two more if you're interested, gents! :3)