2010-09-29, 12:53 AM
A thought jumped into the mind of one of the pirates. Then it spread. Quickly. Soon, the entire ship was whispering in agreement on who they should kill. When the dinner bell rang, all the crew knew what they were going to do. Gibbs and Pete dragged their suspect, kicking and shouting, through the crowd up to the cap'n. When they reached him, they threw Jimmy down at his feet.
"It isn't me, cap'n! I swear it!" Jimmy looked frantic, terrified. He had no idea why he was suddenly a suspect. Cap'n Jones looked from Jimmy's white face to the crowd. "Which one o' ye bilge-brained idiots though JIMMY was one o' them? This boy be like me son. I trust him and I won't be killin' him without some damn good proof." The crew shouted back at him, throwing out semi-coherent arguments that could barely be heard in the din. Jimmy's eyes flashed back and forth from the cap'n's face to the crew surrounding him, fright in his eyes. Then suddenly a shot rang out, and those eyes went blank. Jimmy collapsed as the crew went silent.
"WHO FIRED THAT SHOT?!", the cap'n roared. No one answered. Then there was some movement. Ben was jostled to the front of the crowd, a still-smoking pistol in his hand. "Right," said the cap'n. "Ye be cleanin' this up then gettin' belowdecks. Without any food. Complain and I'll throw ye to the sharks!" He leaned down, closed Jimmy's eyes, and picked up the body. The crew looked slightly bewildered. "This boy was like a son to me. He weren't a pirate, so he won't be gettin' a pirate's burial. We'll give him a proper one next time we make port." With that, he walked into his cabin and closed the door.
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Synthesist died by vote today. He was Jimmy, the cabin boy, a vanilla townie and my favorite story character. D: Ah well. I'll have to find someone else, I suppose. Anyway, it's now night 2. Get those actions in.
"It isn't me, cap'n! I swear it!" Jimmy looked frantic, terrified. He had no idea why he was suddenly a suspect. Cap'n Jones looked from Jimmy's white face to the crowd. "Which one o' ye bilge-brained idiots though JIMMY was one o' them? This boy be like me son. I trust him and I won't be killin' him without some damn good proof." The crew shouted back at him, throwing out semi-coherent arguments that could barely be heard in the din. Jimmy's eyes flashed back and forth from the cap'n's face to the crew surrounding him, fright in his eyes. Then suddenly a shot rang out, and those eyes went blank. Jimmy collapsed as the crew went silent.
"WHO FIRED THAT SHOT?!", the cap'n roared. No one answered. Then there was some movement. Ben was jostled to the front of the crowd, a still-smoking pistol in his hand. "Right," said the cap'n. "Ye be cleanin' this up then gettin' belowdecks. Without any food. Complain and I'll throw ye to the sharks!" He leaned down, closed Jimmy's eyes, and picked up the body. The crew looked slightly bewildered. "This boy was like a son to me. He weren't a pirate, so he won't be gettin' a pirate's burial. We'll give him a proper one next time we make port." With that, he walked into his cabin and closed the door.
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Synthesist died by vote today. He was Jimmy, the cabin boy, a vanilla townie and my favorite story character. D: Ah well. I'll have to find someone else, I suppose. Anyway, it's now night 2. Get those actions in.