Post by Captain England on Jul 22, 2011 10:43:30 GMT -8
There are few places in the world of piracy that have been untainted by the so-called "civilized" world. Tortuga being one of them, was exactly the same as it was previously—pirates drinking, whoring, fighting, spitting, shooting, falling, threatening and everything else in between.
Edward got off the magnificent Victory as it stood docked and wiped some dirt off his arms. A hand shoots up towards his head to lower his straw hat over his face so it conceals his eyes, the other making sure his effects were still with him as he scanned the area. He could see other men joining the fray of Tortuga, glad to take rum and women. Captain England smirked in the face of Tortuga.
"Some thin's ne'er change," he voiced, his black cape billowing in the mild wind as he walked forward. It had been quite a while since he had seen this place; almost a decade to be exact. This time he had a lot of spare change on him, which he would give to the more deserving citizens of the Isla - they were hard to find but still here.
Inside the man's cloak was something so special that he would not dare to leave it back on the ship, yet he was still wary as to whether he should be taking it into a place like Tortuga with him. He had no other choice though, he would be able to defend the charts he had with him better than the Victory could. But yes, it was an item of importance so exceptionally grand that it could not be described with a mere pirate's vocabulary. The maps to the fabled City of Gold - El Dorado. He still could not believe how he got his hands on this: two con artists won the map in a rigged gamble, then got caught, accused of cheating and chased around town on bulls. Edward himself had just been caught in the crossfire, and of course, while being chased by that bull he had managed to switch hands and found himself with the map to the city of Gold itself.
Needless to say, Edward England had since then been a very happy Captain.
Of course, the path to the fabled city was not easy to undertake. He would need a trustworthy crew - one that was not so inclined to loot, raid and mutilate like his last one and shared his more merciful nature, just to avoid another mutiny. Hence, he was now in Tortuga. A small push and he found himself in the infamous Faithful Bride. It had been quite the while since England had last been here, he recalled. He wasn't even a Captain - it had been twenty something years. As he recalled, the inside of the tavern was filled with all sorts of ruckus - and the distinct playing of that pirate band that never seemed to stop. Humongous breasted women were the next thing he noticed and Seegar's face shifted to an annoyed expression, as he walked in and calmly sat down on a seat, alone.
"Milk, please," the waitress, whom he had cut off before she could even speak, frowned at the strange and rather unheard-of-around-these-parts request, but went away to fetch it nonetheless. Edward did not drink - another reason why he was an odd one out. In fact, he was the living embodiment of everything contradictory to the concept of the 'pirate', perhaps even more so than a certain Captain of the Black Pearl. As he waited for his drink to come by, Captain England's eyes darted around the Faithful Bride, trying to see if he could find someone worthy of investing his interests in.
Edward got off the magnificent Victory as it stood docked and wiped some dirt off his arms. A hand shoots up towards his head to lower his straw hat over his face so it conceals his eyes, the other making sure his effects were still with him as he scanned the area. He could see other men joining the fray of Tortuga, glad to take rum and women. Captain England smirked in the face of Tortuga.
"Some thin's ne'er change," he voiced, his black cape billowing in the mild wind as he walked forward. It had been quite a while since he had seen this place; almost a decade to be exact. This time he had a lot of spare change on him, which he would give to the more deserving citizens of the Isla - they were hard to find but still here.
Inside the man's cloak was something so special that he would not dare to leave it back on the ship, yet he was still wary as to whether he should be taking it into a place like Tortuga with him. He had no other choice though, he would be able to defend the charts he had with him better than the Victory could. But yes, it was an item of importance so exceptionally grand that it could not be described with a mere pirate's vocabulary. The maps to the fabled City of Gold - El Dorado. He still could not believe how he got his hands on this: two con artists won the map in a rigged gamble, then got caught, accused of cheating and chased around town on bulls. Edward himself had just been caught in the crossfire, and of course, while being chased by that bull he had managed to switch hands and found himself with the map to the city of Gold itself.
Needless to say, Edward England had since then been a very happy Captain.
Of course, the path to the fabled city was not easy to undertake. He would need a trustworthy crew - one that was not so inclined to loot, raid and mutilate like his last one and shared his more merciful nature, just to avoid another mutiny. Hence, he was now in Tortuga. A small push and he found himself in the infamous Faithful Bride. It had been quite the while since England had last been here, he recalled. He wasn't even a Captain - it had been twenty something years. As he recalled, the inside of the tavern was filled with all sorts of ruckus - and the distinct playing of that pirate band that never seemed to stop. Humongous breasted women were the next thing he noticed and Seegar's face shifted to an annoyed expression, as he walked in and calmly sat down on a seat, alone.
"Milk, please," the waitress, whom he had cut off before she could even speak, frowned at the strange and rather unheard-of-around-these-parts request, but went away to fetch it nonetheless. Edward did not drink - another reason why he was an odd one out. In fact, he was the living embodiment of everything contradictory to the concept of the 'pirate', perhaps even more so than a certain Captain of the Black Pearl. As he waited for his drink to come by, Captain England's eyes darted around the Faithful Bride, trying to see if he could find someone worthy of investing his interests in.