002 - The Stargazing Meme

[aflockofmemegulls]

the stargazing meme

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prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

Comments

[justguidelines]

[That is indeed a story. A long story, full of pain, and revenge. And a return to how things ought to be, minus a limb. A limb he still feels every morning when he rises from his bunk, before he goes to put both feet on the floor and falls one short.

He twitches slightly at that, before glancing at the absolute madman (really, he has to be, given the situation), giving a slight shrug.]

All ships have stories. This one...More'n most, I'd wager. But it be no matter. Blackbeard made a wrong move, so he be dead. And now I'm the captain of this ship. And I'd wager the crew a sight more thankful of it, given that he wasn't quite possessed of my forgivin' and merciful nature.

[dux_atrum]

Or your humility, I take it.

[Was that a shot at Barbossa? Maybe, maybe not, his expression hasn't changed this entire time.

Really though, a human with some drive and cunning is not a bad thing in his book, and he would have needed both to take down the likes of Blackbeard.

Both will be needed before this trip is done.]

March is the Death Moon, captain, let us hope it does not live up to it's name.

[justguidelines]

[Barbossa eyes Sparda a moment, weighing the options of calling him out on that jab, and then lets it go. Some battles aren't worth the blood they'd take, and he knows that far too well. There was coin in his pocket, and to resupply and feed the crew, and if it meant taking a small ribbing about something that could, at times, be very true, then he'd take that jab like a real man.]

Aye, let's do. I have no intentions of losing me ship. Not even for gold. [And he hoped his meaning was clear: He was the captain. If he judged it to be too dangerous to continue, they'd stop. The end.]

[dux_atrum]

Then we are of a like mind. [Really captain, he wants this vessel to stay floating just as much as you do.]

[Sparda shifts from his place in the shadows to walk along towards the middle of the deck, the shadows from the above roping doing little to hide his shadow's shape as he gazes out towards the ocean in front of the ship.]

You may wish to rouse your crew, captain.

[Less than a mile ahead of the ship is a dark patch of water moving closer and closer towards the vessel.]

We are about to have some unwanted company.

[justguidelines]

[Barbossa has only a few seconds to contemplate that shadow before his gaze is unwillingly drawn to the dark shape in the water, moving ever closer, threatening - as far as he sees it - a ship hard won. He hesitates a fraction of a second longer, before starting a swift limp to the quarterdeck, bellowing orders.]

All hands. Move your worthless legs, ye cockroaches. [There's the question in the back of his mind, about the stranger on his ship, but now's not the time to mull it over, as the crew, and those that had been napping on both the deck and in the crew's quarters, spring to life.] Man the guns. Bring up that grape shot and hold 'er til the word. I want to see full canvas out o' you lot. [The steps present a little trouble, but he scales them without incident, before grasping the ship's wheel and turning it hard.] Hold fast, ye lubbers, we'll bring 'er around.

[dux_atrum]

[The ship comes alive with the Queen's groggy crew, some of them milling about wondering what all the fuss is about.

Until the monster crests up out of the water making a wave large enough to rock the boat a bit as it goes back under. That gets them moving.

While the crew on deck clamors around to move sails and ropes into position Sparda slips on past to the captains quarters where he had asked to keep a long heavy bundle, the only thing he had brought with him besides the cloths on his back. Inside the bundle is two swords, as similar as they are different. On is massive with a large, detailed, skeletal guard, the other is much slimmer with the only embellishment being a dragon relief at the end of the hilt. Both blades have a power and soul the likes of which the world has rarely seen.

Sparda straps both weapons to his back and goes to make his way back to the deck.

Now the fun starts.]

[justguidelines]

[Barbossa almost goes down with the rocking, grabbing onto the helm to keep himself upright until he finds his balance again. A wet deck and a peg leg tend to be bad bedfellows, and with this sort of thing getting on, it's worse.]

We've brought a spring upon 'er cable, ye bilgerats. Why do the chase guns be unmanned? Hop to, or I'll have the lot o' ye measured for your chains. [Still, he can understand the fear, especially in the ones that hesitate, before they get to their assigned duties. That creature, certainly, is not something he wants to tangle with, not even on this ship.

And to his passenger.]

I certainly hope ye weren't expecting pleasant seas and a smooth voyage, as you'll not be getting it now.