Mysterious Voyage: Journey into the Unknown

[Lord Redcoat]

The Vast Unknown…

White sands… as far as the eye could see. An island paradise. White shoals, the gentle break of the surf on the shore… blue, blue skies, so clear, untouched by cloud; crystal waters, as clear as the sky, almost green in their transparency. Scorching rays, the sun more white than the stars at night… almost blinding.

Perched atop an oaken barrel, under a wide rimmed hat, untouched by the heat, Tod leafed through the log book’s pages. White shirt worse for wear, unlaced and loose, she seemed indifferent as she drummed her bootheel against the salvaged rum cask. Behind her, beached, sat the Hangman. Frowning, she looked up; greenery, unlike anything in Europe, lay before her, some way up the beach. Jungle. How long had it been? She shrugged inwardly; they were where they were… but where was here? Shifting position, she neatly crossed and uncrossed her legs, readjusting her sabre belt as the brace of pistols pressed in. She’d have liked to have kicked off her boots and waded in the shallows, but the sand was too hot for that. The sea breeze was welcome, cooling the almost suffocating heat; even the very air… heh, a desert? No, too much lush greenery. She sighed; Red was some way off, dressed as she. Sabre, pistols… when had he turned pirate? Sometime on the ship… in the last… she shook her head. Everything had gone wrong. Or had it? He seemed less of a boy and more of a man… abet, a young one. What now? The log… was useless. Funny that… the vampires would shudder; maybe they would suffer sunstroke. Red certainly would if he didn’t cover his head. Yet she… seemed untouched by it. She shrugged again. The voice told her so. Where it had come from… when it had come… she didn’t know.

For now though, she waited… the gangplank was due to fall any moment now, and dear ‘brother’ would emerge bleating to his ‘cap’t’ as was his wont. The expedition should’ve been readied by now…


Somewhere up the shore, staring from the shoals, the albino stared, its crimson eyes piercing. There would be a reckoning for this. The shark had escaped… but not for long. Yes, the monkeys in these trees would serve… the ship with the ‘awakeners’ had shored, but they would not remain free for long.


Red frowned, where was this place? Glancing over his shoulder, he spied Tod and her rifle; still armed to the teeth, even now. Dirk and dagger, sabre and pistols, a machete – where did she get that from? – even a nail-file… did she ever stop the ‘I’m a walking armoury’? He guessed not. Shielding his gaze, he stared at the ship. It would take a while for the tides to lift it, not that it was going anywhere with the anchor down. Ever since that whirlpool… closing his eyes, he shook his head. Somewhere along the line, he had hit it. Things had started to come back. Everything was a blur… like a dream. Had it really happened to him? He remembered Tod, who she was… he recalled being with her, spending time… little beyond that. Of his earlier past, his home… that was his; of recent events? Not so much. It was as if he had been in a daze, but no longer. Well, he had lost almost everything; that chest had gone overboard with all of the armour – only a few clothes remained and his sabre; clothes he wore now; he had salvaged the dragoon short-rifle-cum-long-pistol, and that’s what he had now. Without a horse, it seemed a little odd, but still. A long barrel with a dragon at it’s mouth should scare away most. His eyes narrowed. The sun was unbearably hot; wherever they were, they were not in English waters any longer – well, the homeland’s waters at any rate. The taste of salt was rolling off the sea; they would need fresh water soon. Night would fall within half a day; the noon was high. They would have to venture inland… who knew what would await them?


The expanse lay before them.

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Edit: OOC: feel free to join in and post! Flashbacks may or may not be required! How did they get there? Well now, that's a secret! ;-p

[Randomman]

*Blackbeard wakes from his drunken sleep.*
Blackbeard: ouch must’ve had one two many drinks eh?
*He looks around for a reply but all he call see are the shores of sand around him.*
Blackbeard: hmpth I must still drunk. Oh well back to work.
*Blackbeard falls back to sleep.*

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*Capri scouts the island.*
Capri: Stupid island. Stupid trees. Stupid sand!
*She kicks the sand in her frustration.*
Capri: I should be on the Flying Dutchman right now. Not here!
*Cthulhu pats Capri on the shoulder.*
Capri: It’s ok Cthulhu. I’m fine. How goes the search for food.
*Cthulhu flexes his tentacles in what one could say is a thumbs up.*
Capri: Good. Report back to me once you’re done with your job. I will continue to scout the area as planned.
*Cthulhu “hugs” Capri. She sights*
Capri: Yes. Yes I’m glad you’re safe to Cthulhu.



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*Randomman head bursts out of the sand gasping for air.*
Randomman: geh You got lucky Big Gun your armors all safe.
*He uncovers both of Big Guns full body armor suits from the sand.*
Randomman: Though you might not to wear them until the sands been cleaned from them.
*Big Gun gives Randomman a back breaking hug.*
Big Gun: Thank you so much Randomman!
*Randomman gasps for air.*
Randomman: You’re choking me Big Gun XD
Big Gun: huh? Oh I’m sorry Randomman! Are you alright?
*Randomman smiles.*
Randomman: Yuppers.
*He looks a little sad.*
Big Gun: What’s wrong?
Randomman: I just wish I had some cake. I’m so hungry right now! TT
Big Gun: It’s ok. Look I even found this.
Randomman: No way is that my!
*Big Gun takes out a jar.*
Randomman: MY JAR OF CAKE!!! TT
*He gives Big Gun a kiss.*
Randomman: Thank you Big Gun!!!

*He starts dancing around the island singing his god afoul song of cakeness. Big Gun blushes and looks up at deep blue sky.*
Big Gun: Lost on a deserted island how..

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Bomber: Romantic! TT
Emma: Mistress! Please try to settle down!
*Bomber sighs in pain.*
Bomber: It’s just not fair. To be stuck in the powder room. While a beautiful island is just outside! I mean just look at this! TT
*She kicks out the black leg depth power covering the floor.*
Bomber: IT'S EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TT
*She kicks up another black cloud of powder*
Emma: Don’t worry mistress your doing fine. The cannons are all back in their places. We just have to clean up all this gun powder.
*She sneezes. Sending some of the black powder across the floor like a mini tidal wave. *
I need a bigger broom...
*Bomber holds onto Emmas arm.*
Bomber: Please don’t leave me Emma!!!TT I'm not manual labor type! TT
Emma: Mistress..
*Bomber eyes start shedding tears.*
Bomber: I I don’t want to be alone with all this work. TT
*Emma wipes away Bombers tears and smiles.*
Emma: I won’t leave you mistress.
*Bomber cries.*
Bomber: Emma
Emma: It’s alright. I’m here.
*She holds Bombers hand.*
Emma: Come on lets get to work.
*She smiles while holding out a broom for Bomber.*
Bomber: ok TT



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*Meenwhile Cleaver is a little…lost.*
Cleaver: FUCK! I HATE THIS FUCKING ISLAND ALREADY!
*He cuts and slash at some overgrown shrubbery with his cleaver.*
Cleaver: wait….where’s the bloody ship?
*He looks around but all he can see are trees blocking his sight.*
Cleaver: OH HELL NO!
*He starts attacking the trees furiously.*
Cleaver: I SOOO DID NOT JUST GET LOST!!!
*Fluffy sees several trees fall down from a heavily overgrown area. Cleavers cures can be heard all across the island.*
Cleaver: FUCKING TREES!!! DIE!!!!!! OH? YOU WANT SOME OF ME HUH? MR. FUCKING BIG CAT!! WELL COME ON!! I CAN FUCK YOU UP ANY DAY!!! KISHKISHIKSHIKSHI!!!!!!!!!
*Cleaver and the big cat’s bloody battle can be heard as well as several trees crashing down.*
Fluffy: His?

[Lord Redcoat]

A WILD ELEPHANT appeared.

WILD ELEPHANT trumpeted.

It was super effective!

All the birds flew away!

WILD ELEPHANT used stampede!

It was super effective!

All the bushes were trampled!

Emerging from the jungle, a wild elephant trumpeted, scaring away the birds. Stomping its way to the beach, it seemed oblivious to the ship and its crew.

[Captain Dusk Rose]

The elephant bucked and kicked and Dusk slid forward on his neck, struggling to hold her hat up enough to see. “Noorrriii!!” She bounced again and slid off the elephant and ran toward Norrington as he waded toward her.
“Yes captain?” He eyed the elephant as he stormed away.
“Thank goodness you’re here!” She traded hats with him. “This one suit’s the deserted island effect much better don’t you agree?”
“Fetching, now I have a question for you.”
“Hm?” She tilted her latest hat just so.
“You do realize that your ship has been beached on an unidentified island, your crew is shamefully scattered and we have no water, don’t you?”
“Oh hush, it’s nothing to worry about. Let them drink rum.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
He nearly smiled at her in disbelief.
“You know I’m rather offended you were more worried about which hat you were wearing than if I was alright.”
“You were walking weren’t you?”
“That’s not exactly what I was referring to.”


Tod rose to her feet, looking grumpy, "Red," she hollered, "C'mere, lad." As he approached, warily, she grabbed his upper arm and hauled him towards where Dusk was. "Oi, Cap't," Tod called, "Where are ye, ye blasted wench?" she growled under her breath, then looked around and an evil smile warmed her lips. "Oh    mooo-theeer    ... baby wants feeding..."
Somehow, she had adopted Red's best 'I'm an English gentleman' voice.

"Oh Tod! How goes it?" Dusk grinned and waved and Norrington put on a stern expression.
"Did you find the rum?" Dusk asked.

"Damn the rum," Tod all but snarled, "I'm hungry," she didn't even look at Red, who had paled, looking petrified and caught between wanting to run and cowering in sheer terror. Tod's fangs were out, and she seemed to be    PMSing     more irate than usual. Shaking Red's arm sharply, she silenced him.
Eyes narrowing, she spat, "Did that wretch," by which she meant Erik, or possibly any number of others, but given her venom, probably the former, "survive?"

"Yeah lookit." She patted Norrington's back gently before shying away from their glares. She cleared her throat, and after shaking Tod's hand from Red, she drew her aside. "Now Tod...there come moments, well specific days, in a women's life when-"

"Mother," she snarled, her eyes flaring as her fangs caught the direct sun, "I'm not a child of twelve." She hissed, "Don't you dare say a word, Red." It seemed she had dropped her accent, which meant she was no doubt deadly serious. Scary, emo Tod. "Try not to patronize me." She looked at Norri, "And not a word out of you either, 'brother'."

Dusk tried to preserve her usual bewildered smile as she glanced at Red. It was alright, right? The boy knew everything and yet... somehow to discuss it so openly in front of him felt wrong.

The boy in question shifted uncomfortably, but Tod wasn't letting him go anywhere.

Finally she spoke in a deadly serious voice. "Tod, control yourself. Do you really want to go through with this in font of..."

"Damn the crew!" Tod bared her fangs, and turned to glare at any passersby; they were all busying themselves with the rum, and not with work, and so, missed her venomous gaze. For those that did see it, they shrank back in sheer terror. They knew an angry young woman when they saw one, and this was one whose bellowing they knew well - and also knew she was armed to the teeth, - now quite literally - both by sight and experience. That experience had taught them not to cross her, push her, or test her, because she was not afraid to turn it on them. Every since being revealed as a 'girl', she was unruly and downright difficult to deal with. Petulant was a word that none would dare utter to her face, but many might have thought it. 'Captain's pet' was another, but then, Red called Dusk 'Mother' too, so they assumed it was a trend. Or simply better not to ask. Dusk did as Dusk wanted anyway. Who were they to question who she adopted? If Tod had the run of the ship, they knew damn well to stay out of her way; they feared her almost as much as they feared their captain.

Red shrank back again, and Tod held him firm, "Listen to me," she leaned in, glaring at Dusk, uncaring Red was there, "Mother," she took a deep breath, "I am    hungry     and I'm tired of this sulking, sullen boy who is as much yours as I am; he just sits there, dreaming and afraid, and it irritates me! Why won't you take your unruly child in hand?"
She frowned, realising what she had said. "Nevermind," she half turned, "Forget it. I'll go catch that thing myself."
"El-elephant."
"What?!" Tod whirled on Red, seizing both his shoulders, her eyes narrowing dangerously, "What did you say?"
"Elephant." He swallowed, and gestured with his eyes, "The creature - it's-"
"Right, Olifont."
Red swallowed, then nodded. It was close enough. Then he stepped back as Tod released him, and turned to Dusk, "Mother?" he inquired gently, not caring she was one of the Lords - Lady - of the Night, nor that she was only partially living; "Are you... all right?" Hesitantly, he offered her a tentative embrace and pecked her cheek more tenderly than Tod had ever kissed her.

He also seemed mostly unaware of Norri, bar the odd swallow in his direction.

((Can you guess who? It's a mystery! ))

[Echoe]

Die stared blankly at Echoe splashing in the shallows from the shade of a few boards he had propped up in the sand a ways up shore. His shock of being stranded on a deserted island was starting to add variables to his origional equation. Finding a way off the island was starting to equal "fat chance" and staying to live on the island had good numbers. Especially now that it occured to him that she was here as well while her prince in shining scales was nowhere to be seen. As far as Die knew or cared, that thing was dead and she was all his.

Echoe pulled a crab up out of the water. She watched it squirm in her grasp for a moment before it broke in her grip and died.

Only if I can apologize properly without making her even madder of course. He sighed warily and closed his eyes against the blinding white of the sand. Who knew offering her my pants cuz she lost hers would piss her off. Then again, I probably should have waited for an answer before taking mine off...

[Captain Dusk Rose]

"More tea Monsieur De Lavergne?" A beautiful Indian servant asked softly.
"No thank you I simply can't fit another drop." The blond waved his hand dismissively and the woman bowed and left the gazebo.

A starchy looking EITC Admiral sat on an arm chair across from the couch where Erik was stretched out.
"Pirates you say?"
"An entire crew of them, mostly alive..."
"Who is their captain?"
Erik twirled a loose strand of hair around his pinky.
"Does it matter?"
The man sipped his tea in stiff silence.
"Do I get a reward if they're ...oh, wanted for example?"
"You will have the benefit of aiding England in ridding the world of these pests."
"Why would I want to do that? I'm a Frenchman!"
"Because I can always give the order to have you murdered along side them! You did say you sailed here with them did you not?"
"As their captive!"
"Indeed."
Erik said nothing and sulkily examined one of his nails.
"However, given the value of the "infamous" pirates you're referring to, we might consider giving you a small token of our gratitude."
He waved to a carved wooden box on the table. Erik stretched slowly, took the time to fix his hair, straighten the lace in his sleeve, and brush off his coat before leaning in to open the box to find it filled with pearls.
"Sink me." He raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the couch.
He waved to the servant girl a ways off.
"She certainly is a treat to the eyes." The admiral said nothing.
Erik held out his glass to be filled by the girl, offering her a smile from beneath his curls. "They're captained by a Dusk Rose, the ship stranded is known as the Midnight Hangman."
"Not the very one that attacked Lord Beckett?"
"The very one." He winked at the servant girl as she left.

[Randomman]

Cleaver makes another upwards thrust with fave kitchen blade towards the big cat.

“GOTCHA NOW BITCH!”

*The lionesses barely avoids the blow. The only harm done is a close shave.*

“KISHIKISHI!!! THAT’S A NICE LOOK FOR YAH!”

*The once proud beast grits its teeth in rage and lunges in furry at the crazed blond fur killer.*

“THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT!!!!”

*Cleaver beckons as he wrestles the lion on the ground*

“IT’S BENN SO LONG SINCE MY BABIES HAVE HAD A GOOD DRINK!”

*He pins the lion to the ground. Grinning like the bloody killer that he is. He starts inching he blade towards her face.*

“NOW PLEASE GIVE THEM THE SATISFACTION OF A GOOD MEAL!!”

*A burst of smoke floods the area before the blade has the chance to kiss the neck of its victim.*

“THE FUCK?”

*Cleaver sees his clothes and weapons on the floor. His ears twitch and his tail moves from side to side. Cleaver the blond bloody kitty of terror has returned*

“FUCK NOOOO!!!!!”
*The lionesses stared in puzzlement the human was gone. But he left his odd stick tool and his dress of odd leaves behind*

“Barbaric beasts..”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU CALL ME!?”

*The lionesses jumps at the loud voice.*

“Who said that? Show yourself!”

*She looks side to side to find the owner of voice.”

“I’M RIGHT HERE YAH DUMB CAT!”

*She looks down to see a small blond cat.*

“You?”

*She pushes cleavers head down to the ground with her paw.*

“How can such a scrawny thing like yourself have such a strong but rude voice?”

“SCRAWNY!?”

*He tries to move his head up but to his kitten like furry, the lionesses paw is too heavy to lift.”

“OY! LET ME GO! SO I KILL YAH! HEY! HEYYYY! DON’T YOU KNOW HOW I AM!?”

“Hm?”

*The lionesses looks at the troubled kitten more closely.*

“Wait..Could you be the new king?!”

“HUH?”

*She lifts her paw and bows to Cleaver.*

“Forgive be your majesty. I did not know it was you.”

“Majesty? The hell are you talking about?”

“Now’s not the time for talking your highness!”

*She picks Cleaver up by the neck and starts running towards some unknown direction.*

“GAH! WHAT THE HELL? WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME BALDY!?”

“When did your highness become so rude? I had thought mother had raised you better than this?”

“NO ONE RAISES ME WRENCH! I’M BLOODY SELF BUILT! I’M A MOTHER FUCKING SHARK ROARRRRRR!!!”

“My my you roar just like your father. Now only if you could not get lost on an important day like this!”

“WHAT ARE YOU BLOODY TALKING ABOUT? WHAT DAY? WHERES MY BABIES!?”

“Hush young king were already late as it is! You can play with the stupid humans things latter.”

“STUPID!? GRRRAH!! I KILL YOU!!!!!!”

*The ferocious kitty cursed all the way to what baldy called pride rock. Cleaver was about to start another rant of bad temperedness when something hard smacked his head.*

“Your late!”

“OW! WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!”

“SILENCE! YOUNG KING!”

*The odd monkey smacks Cleaver with his stick again.*

“STOP FUCKING HITTING ME! YOU STUPID SENILE FART!"

*The old mandrill chuckled *

“Is he alright?”

*Baldy asked*

“Oh I’m sure his highness just letting off some steam from being caught is all!”

*The old one chuckles some more.*

“But enough hide and seek for you little king!”

“I DON”T PLAY HIDE AND GO FUCKING SE.”

*The old monkey starts rattling the fruit tied to his stick towards Cleaver. The scary kitties eyes get large and he starts spatting at the fruit. The old dude chuckles and breaks the fruit in half. He pours the fruits juice on Cleavers head.*

“The Hell? WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS OLD MAN?”

*The old man pours some sand on Cleavers messed up furry head. Cleaver starts sneezes in between some curses*

"I sneeze I sneeze KILL YOUZ!! Sneeze"

*Than he appeared before Cleaver. He was a huge power lion. Everything from his mane to his size screamed he was an ideal king. He looked so kind hearted but he also gave this aura of respect like glowed like the sun. Was he a sun? Or some kind of mystical being? Cleaver didn’t know but he sure this lion was to be respected and feared. Fear? Is that what you call this feeling? Cleavers admiration and deep thinking were cut short by the sound of a loud squawking bird.*

“Sire! Sire! We must hurry! Your subjects are starting to get in impatient!”

*Cleaver swore under his breath to kill that damn hornbill. The monkey smiles*

“It is time!”

*He picks up Cleaver*

“OY! OY! OY! WHAT HELL ARE YOU DOING NOW YOU LOON?”

*The blonds furry was soon halted as the old monkey held him up near the edge by the cliff. The sound of elephants, gazelles, lions, birds, and many other colored animals all roared, quaked, chirped, stomped their voice at the king. Cleaver stood silent at the many different and unique sounds becoming intertwined into one great voice of approve and cheer.*

“okayyyy”

*He frowns*

“PUT ME DOWN! I SWEAR IF YOU DROP ME YOU BLOODY APE I KILL YOU DEAD! DO YOU HEAR ME! I KILL YOU DEAD ALL EVERYONE HERE! ALL YOUR FURS, HIDES, BEAKS,FANG AND SHIT WILL BE FUCKING MINE! GAHHHH! I’M A MOTHER FUCKING BLOODY SHARK! RESPECT ME BITCHES!!