ValiantPickle
Planetoid
- Joined
- Oct 11, 2011
- Location
- Somewheeeeere over the raaainbow!
The morning was brisk and the waves broke against the docks. The harbor was crowded with ships and people. Crowded and in an uproar. These towns wer always in an uproar. There was always some new juicy piece of gossip, or something about to happen. It was almost amusing. The gossip today concerned the ship that had docked the night before. It was a large Galleon, beautiful and intimidating at the same time. The rumor was that this ship was in fact Tempête et Flammes, a rather infamous pirate ship, and that it had landed in this town as wither preparation for a trip or escaping from the spanish. The fact was, they were preparing, but anyone that wasn't part of the crew would know that. They were preparing for the greatest adventure of thier lives. The pirates were looking for treasure. They could pillage and pluder all they liked on the high seas. No one to judge them and none to get in thier way. But still, they needed one last thing...
Rene Prideux, the captain and mastermind behind the plan. Many questioned his sanity. everytime the prospect of an easy life reared it's head he'd jump at the oppertunity. Really he was pretty stable, he just viewed the world differently. Right now he paced the floor in his captain's quarters. Something he'd done so often he was nearly wearing a hole in the floor. Right now he needed something. He needed a navigator. He needed someone he could trust with the location of gold and coordinates to the place they would hide it. None of the scum of board now would cut it. Not even his first mate. That's why he was here. He could always kill the navigator when it was all over. Sure that was barbaric and evil, but he didn't get where he was by being nice. Rene Prideux was a frenchman. He came froma wealthy family and left simply of wanderlust. His family had taught him battle strategies and how to fence. His rapier work was nothing to scoff at. That's what kept his in the captain's position. That and the fact that he had a rather intimidating stare.
Alphonse, the first mate, walked in the door. He was a hulk of a man who knew his way around an interrogation. The man knew how to get information. That's the main reason he was the first mate. He knew how to get things done. It was a trait that Rene admired. He towered over Rene, but respected him greatly and would never do anything to harm him.
"Sir, what are your orders?" The brutish man asked.
"Get ready Alphonse, we set sail soon. I need time for one last trip to the tavern." Rene said, his accent thick. "If we cannot find what I need 'ere, we shall 'ave to make one last stop."
Rene wanted to leave already, if he didn't find what he wanted here, he would be very cross. With a wave of his hand he dismissed his first mate. He adjusted his rapier on his belt and left the boat. He walked down the boarding ramp and headed toward town.
Rene Prideux, the captain and mastermind behind the plan. Many questioned his sanity. everytime the prospect of an easy life reared it's head he'd jump at the oppertunity. Really he was pretty stable, he just viewed the world differently. Right now he paced the floor in his captain's quarters. Something he'd done so often he was nearly wearing a hole in the floor. Right now he needed something. He needed a navigator. He needed someone he could trust with the location of gold and coordinates to the place they would hide it. None of the scum of board now would cut it. Not even his first mate. That's why he was here. He could always kill the navigator when it was all over. Sure that was barbaric and evil, but he didn't get where he was by being nice. Rene Prideux was a frenchman. He came froma wealthy family and left simply of wanderlust. His family had taught him battle strategies and how to fence. His rapier work was nothing to scoff at. That's what kept his in the captain's position. That and the fact that he had a rather intimidating stare.
Alphonse, the first mate, walked in the door. He was a hulk of a man who knew his way around an interrogation. The man knew how to get information. That's the main reason he was the first mate. He knew how to get things done. It was a trait that Rene admired. He towered over Rene, but respected him greatly and would never do anything to harm him.
"Sir, what are your orders?" The brutish man asked.
"Get ready Alphonse, we set sail soon. I need time for one last trip to the tavern." Rene said, his accent thick. "If we cannot find what I need 'ere, we shall 'ave to make one last stop."
Rene wanted to leave already, if he didn't find what he wanted here, he would be very cross. With a wave of his hand he dismissed his first mate. He adjusted his rapier on his belt and left the boat. He walked down the boarding ramp and headed toward town.