He raises an eyebrow, "I thought you were supposed to be paid to be a sailor? Not the other way around. If I'm workin' my tail off under the hot sun and fightin' to keep this hunk o' junk afloat, I'd like to think I'd be rewarded for my labor."
*if this is rp: you're all good.*
*If you're as confused as your character: joining the Barnacle is mainly safe passage, room and board, etc. not necessarily joining the crew. Joining the crew would be an entirely different circumstance, but also would require you to prove you are worth their time and pay I'd assume*
*Yup. It’s more a rp opportunity than anything else. The Notched Blades is its own faction and you have to pass one or more trials to join. Speaking of which, the Captain is still interested in recruiting Jack.*
*Jack seems... rather reserved, I'd say, about it, kind of avoiding the question. None of the crew would know why, or even really take much notice of it.*
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
*Jack seems... rather reserved, I'd say, about it, kind of avoiding the question. None of the crew would know why, or even really take much notice of it.*
*Cool, cool. The Captain will probably approach him about it eventually.*
"What's he like, this Captain?" He says, taking the glass.
“He’s a nice fella, everyone here’ll tell ya that. A little strange sometimes, but still among the more honorable seafarers you’ll find in there parts. He should be around here soon. Our business on land is just about finished, so we’ll be setting sail again in a day. Maybe less.”
Wisteria enters the tavern and sits at the counter
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"What's he like, this Captain?" He says, taking the glass.
“He’s a nice fella, everyone here’ll tell ya that. A little strange sometimes, but still among the more honorable seafarers you’ll find in there parts. He should be around here soon. Our business on land is just about finished, so we’ll be setting sail again in a day. Maybe less.”
"Ah, a strange one," He downs the rum, "I'll look forward to sailing. I've been on the hard, dry ground for too long, I'm ready to be back at sea."
"What's he like, this Captain?" He says, taking the glass.
“He’s a nice fella, everyone here’ll tell ya that. A little strange sometimes, but still among the more honorable seafarers you’ll find in there parts. He should be around here soon. Our business on land is just about finished, so we’ll be setting sail again in a day. Maybe less.”
"Ah, a strange one," He downs the rum, "I'll look forward to sailing. I've been on the hard, dry ground for too long, I'm ready to be back at sea."
“I know the feeling. Been pretty bored myself. Hope you enjoy your stay here, short as it may be.”
*Jack seems... rather reserved, I'd say, about it, kind of avoiding the question. None of the crew would know why, or even really take much notice of it.*
*Cool, cool. The Captain will probably approach him about it eventually.*
*Alright, cool. Don't worry, I have my reasons for all this*
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
"What's he like, this Captain?" He says, taking the glass.
“He’s a nice fella, everyone here’ll tell ya that. A little strange sometimes, but still among the more honorable seafarers you’ll find in there parts. He should be around here soon. Our business on land is just about finished, so we’ll be setting sail again in a day. Maybe less.”
"Ah, a strange one," He downs the rum, "I'll look forward to sailing. I've been on the hard, dry ground for too long, I'm ready to be back at sea."
“I know the feeling. Been pretty bored myself. Hope you enjoy your stay here, short as it may be.”
"Thanks." He leans closer, "Hey, I have another query. I've heard 'bout this group, the Notched Blades. Who exactly are they?"
"Thanks." He leans closer, "Hey, I have another query. I've heard 'bout this group, the Notched Blades. Who exactly are they?"
“Ah, a question I can answer.” She crosses three of her arms and uses a fourth to sip her drink. “The Notched Blades tend to get a bad rap. Folks think of us as pirates, savages, cruel-hearted bandits. But in truth, we’re none o’ that. Sure, we’re dangerous, and sure, we may steal here and there, but we’re not the monsters the Empire would have ya believe.
”For starters, the Notched Blades isn’t just one group. What we are is a collective. Twelve like-minded groups of seafarers, some more disreputable than others, that prowl these waters and those further to the East, destroying Imperial ships and the occasional merchant vessel. Many of us used to be corsairs, but after the last cycle we opted for a change. Our leader, the Captain you’ll soon meet, killed ol’ Reeves and took his place. Each Notched Blades faction operates under a set of guidelines dictated by our Captain. They have near-complete autonomy, but an order from us here at the Barnacle supersedes their own concerns, at least temporarily.
”This ‘ere Barnacle isn’t the Captain’s personal ship — far from it. This is just the ship we use most often. We recruit folks from all over Lubridium to our cause, we save ‘em from whatever disaster happens to be most prevalent, and we generally build up support and resistance among the populace. The Empire hates it, ‘course, but they can’t catch us at sea.“
She shrugs. “So, essentially, we’re a band of freedom fighters. Once worthless criminals and outcasts, now given new purpose — to destroy the Queen and her Empire, piece by piece.”
"Thanks." He leans closer, "Hey, I have another query. I've heard 'bout this group, the Notched Blades. Who exactly are they?"
“Ah, a question I can answer.” She crosses three of her arms and uses a fourth to sip her drink. “The Notched Blades tend to get a bad rap. Folks think of us as pirates, savages, cruel-hearted bandits. But in truth, we’re none o’ that. Sure, we’re dangerous, and sure, we may steal here and there, but we’re not the monsters the Empire would have ya believe.
”For starters, the Notched Blades isn’t just one group. What we are is a collective. Twelve like-minded groups of seafarers, some more disreputable than others, that prowl these waters and those further to the East, destroying Imperial ships and the occasional merchant vessel. Many of us used to be corsairs, but after the last cycle we opted for a change. Our leader, the Captain you’ll soon meet, killed ol’ Reeves and took his place. Each Notched Blades faction operates under a set of guidelines dictated by our Captain. They have near-complete autonomy, but an order from us here at the Barnacle supersedes their own concerns, at least temporarily.
”This ‘ere Barnacle isn’t the Captain’s personal ship — far from it. This is just the ship we use most often. We recruit folks from all over Lubridium to our cause, we save ‘em from whatever disaster happens to be most prevalent, and we generally build up support and resistance among the populace. The Empire hates it, ‘course, but they can’t catch us at sea.“
She shrugs. “So, essentially, we’re a band of freedom fighters. Once worthless criminals and outcasts, now given new purpose — to destroy the Queen and her Empire, piece by piece.”
"I see. Yer rebels and pirates who fight against the Empire. I don't exactly love the Empire myself and I wouldn't mind crackin' a few o' their heads."
"Thanks." He leans closer, "Hey, I have another query. I've heard 'bout this group, the Notched Blades. Who exactly are they?"
“Ah, a question I can answer.” She crosses three of her arms and uses a fourth to sip her drink. “The Notched Blades tend to get a bad rap. Folks think of us as pirates, savages, cruel-hearted bandits. But in truth, we’re none o’ that. Sure, we’re dangerous, and sure, we may steal here and there, but we’re not the monsters the Empire would have ya believe.
”For starters, the Notched Blades isn’t just one group. What we are is a collective. Twelve like-minded groups of seafarers, some more disreputable than others, that prowl these waters and those further to the East, destroying Imperial ships and the occasional merchant vessel. Many of us used to be corsairs, but after the last cycle we opted for a change. Our leader, the Captain you’ll soon meet, killed ol’ Reeves and took his place. Each Notched Blades faction operates under a set of guidelines dictated by our Captain. They have near-complete autonomy, but an order from us here at the Barnacle supersedes their own concerns, at least temporarily.
”This ‘ere Barnacle isn’t the Captain’s personal ship — far from it. This is just the ship we use most often. We recruit folks from all over Lubridium to our cause, we save ‘em from whatever disaster happens to be most prevalent, and we generally build up support and resistance among the populace. The Empire hates it, ‘course, but they can’t catch us at sea.“
She shrugs. “So, essentially, we’re a band of freedom fighters. Once worthless criminals and outcasts, now given new purpose — to destroy the Queen and her Empire, piece by piece.”
"I see. Yer rebels and pirates who fight against the Empire. I don't exactly love the Empire myself and I wouldn't mind crackin' a few o' their heads."
“Aye. You may very well be the perfect candidate.”
*Jack seems... rather reserved, I'd say, about it, kind of avoiding the question. None of the crew would know why, or even really take much notice of it.*
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
He pockets the coin, "Got any rum?"
*Cool, cool. The Captain will probably approach him about it eventually.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
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“Plenty.” She pours a glass. “Seems like we’re getting more newcomers every day. Captain’ll be pleased.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"What's he like, this Captain?" He says, taking the glass.
“He’s a nice fella, everyone here’ll tell ya that. A little strange sometimes, but still among the more honorable seafarers you’ll find in there parts. He should be around here soon. Our business on land is just about finished, so we’ll be setting sail again in a day. Maybe less.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Wisteria enters the tavern and sits at the counter
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Ah, a strange one," He downs the rum, "I'll look forward to sailing. I've been on the hard, dry ground for too long, I'm ready to be back at sea."
“I know the feeling. Been pretty bored myself. Hope you enjoy your stay here, short as it may be.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*Alright, cool. Don't worry, I have my reasons for all this*
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
"Thanks." He leans closer, "Hey, I have another query. I've heard 'bout this group, the Notched Blades. Who exactly are they?"
“Ah, a question I can answer.” She crosses three of her arms and uses a fourth to sip her drink. “The Notched Blades tend to get a bad rap. Folks think of us as pirates, savages, cruel-hearted bandits. But in truth, we’re none o’ that. Sure, we’re dangerous, and sure, we may steal here and there, but we’re not the monsters the Empire would have ya believe.
”For starters, the Notched Blades isn’t just one group. What we are is a collective. Twelve like-minded groups of seafarers, some more disreputable than others, that prowl these waters and those further to the East, destroying Imperial ships and the occasional merchant vessel. Many of us used to be corsairs, but after the last cycle we opted for a change. Our leader, the Captain you’ll soon meet, killed ol’ Reeves and took his place. Each Notched Blades faction operates under a set of guidelines dictated by our Captain. They have near-complete autonomy, but an order from us here at the Barnacle supersedes their own concerns, at least temporarily.
”This ‘ere Barnacle isn’t the Captain’s personal ship — far from it. This is just the ship we use most often. We recruit folks from all over Lubridium to our cause, we save ‘em from whatever disaster happens to be most prevalent, and we generally build up support and resistance among the populace. The Empire hates it, ‘course, but they can’t catch us at sea.“
She shrugs. “So, essentially, we’re a band of freedom fighters. Once worthless criminals and outcasts, now given new purpose — to destroy the Queen and her Empire, piece by piece.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"I see. Yer rebels and pirates who fight against the Empire. I don't exactly love the Empire myself and I wouldn't mind crackin' a few o' their heads."
“Aye. You may very well be the perfect candidate.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"I'm certainly interested in yer group, but I'd want to know more 'bout ya before I join." He smiles revealing many sharp teeth.
“Same to you. Hopefully we’ll get to know ya in the coming weeks.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Likewise. What did ya say yer name was?"
“I’m called Em. I run things around here in the Captain’s frequent absence. Along with Alistair, ‘course.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"And what manner of creature are ya? Don't see many scorpion folk servin' bars very often."
“Aye, there aren’t many left. I’m a tlincalli, from Terra Australis. Marvelous place, if you don’t mind the wildlife.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis