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- >You are the Dread Pirate Captain Anonymous
- >You've spent the last 5 years of your life terrorizing the Spanish Main
- >and it's been the best (and sometimes worse) time of your life
- >you have tons of cash
- >all the wenches you could bed
- >you were constantly wasted on the best rum money could buy
- >and you had a crew made up of the finest murderers and bastards you could dreg up from the colonies
- >or at least you did...
- >well you didn't get to were you were without making a few compromises
- >like selling your soul to Kalypso for near invincibility
- >you then spent your remaining days as a captain laughing at those who would try to slay you
- >you'd heal right before your eyes, that normally left the poor scallywag speechless
- >and then you'd puncture their chest with your cutlass
- >but it's not like all that stuff was free
- >ya see you're an impeccable pirate but you were never one for the fine print
- >seems you didn't notice the clause about it being for 4 years and then she'd collect
- >still it was a pretty sweet ride up until now
- >so here you stood on the deck of your sinking ship
- >which by the way was the only possession that meant anything to you
- >and about fifty or so tentacles are bursting out of the deck and are getting a might grabby
- >why do you feel like a Japanese maiden right now...
- >fuck that shit, that thought ain't very piratey anyway
- >well it's also apparent, by the amount of corpses on your deck that your whole damn crew is having a drink with ol' Davy Jones right now
- >The sea goddess herself appears above the mass of tentacles that have just ruined an otherwise nice day
- >"well captain, are you ready to pay the price for your fortune" she cackles devilishly
- >Damn it though you were a pirate
- >#1 rule of being a pirate: don't pay for jack shit
- >no wait, rule 1 is: don't get too drunk and sleep with a manatee
- >okay rule #2 whatever you were far too drunk and angry too care right now
- "I won't be payin' ye a damn shilling fer yer dastardly deal"
- >you toss an "yarr" on the end to show a bitch you aren't fucking around
- >she looks at you and smirks, that same damn smirk she made when you signed that stupid contract
- >So you weren't one for reading people either, what of it?
- >Kalypso raises her arms high in the air and a wall of sea water surrounds your floundering ship
- >well shit, at least you can hang with the mateys in hell
- >actually fuck that noise
- >no hell for you no way no how, you were a pirate, you could get outta this
- >you got outta worse jams than this
- >okay maybe not WORSE jams but some pretty bad ones
- >you just need to use some ingenuity
- >you raise your fists to the sky in defiance and call on a man that you never really cared for the teachings of in life
- "Jesus Christ, God almighty, Buddha Muhammad any of ye gods of hell an' heaven, HEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPP MEEEEEEEEE!!!"
- >no one must ever know of your pathetic desperate call for aid
- >that would ruin your sea cred
- >Kalypso just looks on with her face twisted up in contempt
- >"did you think anyone would listen to that cry you pitiful fool" she mocks you
- >nobody mocks Cap'n Anon, not some British officer, not some French noble, and certainly not this conniving bitch
- >you raise your cutlass and prepare for a death composed of hacking and slashing with your back to the wall
- >mom warned you this would happen buuuuut noooo,"I wanna see the land mum" you said
- >god damnit
- >well the nasty fish monsters almost reached you anyway
- >then everything got really dark and really yet somehow really bright at the same time
- >and your brain ceases to comprehend the material world for a while
- >damn, you like the material world. all your loot's there
- >oh well, just look at it like the time you and the mates got that yopo from that native shaman
- >that dude was great at parties
- >well even though you can't see, you can hear pretty well for a life of loud ass cannon fire and cleaning your ears with a nail-file
- >but you do hear three things
- >one a loud female voice, a louder female voice
- >and Kalypso, now the part that sets your jimmies on fire like a cheap French mast was...
- >Kalypso was screamin' like she just got a crab clamped to her nipple
- >And you'd know, that sound came outta you once, what a terrible Christmas party
- >after these final thoughts your brain decides, that the amount of water entering your lungs is sufficient to merit a shutdown
- >finally the sea's embrace overtakes you and you pass out
- >systems initializing
- >booting Anon OS: Angry Drunken Seafaring Hooligan 1.77
- >running subconsciousness.exe
- >subconscious prime directive: Aquire Swag
- >Running consciousness.exe
- >okay, and we are back
- >hello brain, what'd I miss
- >we died Cap'n
- >thank ye my good man, I'll take that fact into consideration
- >you can feel grass and sun, well you didn't expect that
- >you open your eyes... okay eye and look at your surroundings
- >your seated in some kind of forest
- >but DEAR GOD IT"S SO COLOURFUL ARRRRGH!
- >your Piratey eye burns in response to your un Piratey environment
- >once you recover you stand up and look around
- >well, this is definitely a forest
- >and you are terribly lost
- >there was a reason you hired a navigator
- >as you mull over your predicament your solo peeper notices something
- >it's a good thing that royal marine poked out your bad eye with that fork and not this one
- >sticking out of the ground is your ship's wheel
- >if that's here maybe the rest of your ship is too
- >and ye can keep yer plunder
- >ye guess today is lookin' up
- >you walk for a bit, following the detritus that came from your ship
- >and then you stumble upon it
- >it's just sitting there in the middle of a clearing
- >and it's mostly intact, so hopefully your shit's still there and not broken
- >only one way to find out
- >you clamber in to your cargo hold through a man sized hole in the hull
- >thats gonna cost a good bit of gold to fix
- >you stumble around in the dark for a while
- >all the lanterns are out, at least they didn't set off the copious amount of gunpowder you keep on hand
- >you climb up onto the deck and head for your private quarters
- >you swing the ornate door open and walk casually over to your big ass treasure chest
- >why a big ass chest, well ye can't quite call yerself a proper pirate without one can ya
- >of course you only get about half way there before a heavy wooden thing collides with the back of your head
- >you're about to bisect the filthy lubber who bonked you when a familiar voice rings out from behind you
- >"sorry bout dat cap'n I thought ye was a common thief"
- >you turn to see your most trusted crewman standing behind you brandishing his blunderbuss
- "well thar be no harm in keepin' the loot safe Peg, but look who yer wallopin' next time ya hear me"
- >"got it cap'n, gotta check'em before ye start in on the bashin'"
- >Peg was a good man, he's been with you since you started your sordid career in privateering serving as your quartermaster
- >and it was good to know he wouldn't run out on you now
- "Now Mr. Peg we need to get about findin' our bearin's, do ya have any idea where the hell we are?"
- >not a damn clue cap, but we gotta be 'round the north. woods like dis don't grow on the main"
- >well shit, this meant you were near the coast of the American colonies, your countrymen weren't liable to give you a friendly greeting
- "alright, Mr. Peg, gather up as much booty as ye can an' meet me outside when yer done
- >he nods and walks to your big ass chest
- >you however have something else in mind
- >you approach the ornate weapon rack that holds your medley of hacking and shooting instruments and grab your favorite cutlass and pistol
- >it's a good thing Kalypso caught ye on a Thursday or ye'd of lost this one
- >after much arguing over what was important enough to take and what wasn't you two are finally ready to set off and look for a safe haven for men of your stature
- >so ye were looking fer tha' local whorehouse
- >but that required finding a road or some other trail
- >"which way should we go cap'n" Peg says as he looks off into the imposing woodland
- "arrr... errr... that way Mr.Peg we go thata'way"
- >you say as you pick a random direction, your compass was gone so this was the best you could do
- >so you set off with your matey hoping your closer to a town than you thought you were
- >it seemed like you were in the middle of nowhere
- and on top of that, for all you knew you were going in the wrong direction
- >so after about an hour of stumbling through the woods you stop to take a rest, you may be a pirate but walkin's not your thing
- >you lean against a tree and peg lays down on a flat rock, all this bullshit has made you very sleepy
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