posted on May, 24 2014 @ 02:42 AM
True was both befuddled, and feeling rather pleased with himself. He was befuddled because one moment he had been about to swoop into battle alongside
his fellow Sheddites, and then all of a sudden he found himself on a bloody great pirate galleon. He was rather pleased with himself however, because
by some arcane route, he also found himself wearing a ruff collared, black shirt, rippling baggy pantaloons, turn over topped boots, and a most
fantastic tricorn hat made of leather, with silver detailing and stitching festooned upon its edges.
He shrugged into his bolt armour jacket, which was lying on the deck next to him, and took in the strange, yet familiar surroundings he found himself
"Well... Those will come in handy for something" he mumbled, catching sight of the phalanx point defence weapons, mounted on the prow, stern, and
port and starboard rails.
The deck rocked gently beneath his feet, as he strolled over to the rat lines, and took a firm grip. Climbing swiftly up to the crows nest, he was
able to make out other vessels in the near locality. It seemed as if a flotilla had come into being, and a strange set of vessels they were too! Some
of them seemed to have airborne capabilities as well as the more traditional capabilities of fair sized ships.
"Perhaps that's where everyone else is?" He mused. Electing to explore the rest of the vessel upon which he found himself, True climbed back to the
deck, and headed off toward the captains cabin. Upon reaching it, he lifted the catch on the door, and stepped into the cabin.
Upon the wall was a weapons rack, cutlasses, axes, and large bore pistols with complicated firing mechanisms were in evidence, but the central
feature of the rack, was True's bass guitar. "So what, this is my room now?" He chortled. Looking around, the bed spun into view, and the desk on
the other side of the room. It was then that he noted the picture mounted between the windows. It featured a galleon, with a skull for a rear
quarter... He looked again, and came to realise that indeed, this image was a rendering of the very vessel upon which he was standing!
Moving to the desk, he cast his eye over the charts and items upon it. Sextant, compass, and a shimmering stone, which when held to the light, cast
beams across the deck, were all in attendance, as well as a note. It read, "Plug your axe in down below, It might be useful, you never know".
He snatched up his bass and sprinted to the hatch leading to the hold and lower decks, threw aside the hatch, and plunged into the murky depth of the
craft. The place was lit by blue flames in glass orbs, and rather than being the gun deck he expected, the area contained only a central column, with
a hole in it, and a rope dangling from the side. On instinct, True leant over, picked up the rope, and placed it into the hole at one end, and into
his bass on the other. Standing with feet a meter apart, he played a couple of notes, and as he did, a panel dropped from the ceiling of the gun deck,
showing all the speakers and their outputs, all the massive speakers which appeared to be stationed in place of cannons in the gun ports.
"Oh... Now that ...THAT is badassery." He exclaimed, just as he heard the thump of boots on the deck above. Disconnecting his instrument from the
panel, he clambered up the stairs to the top deck, and grinned massively upon sighting TDawg...
"Hey Dawg! Guess what this plugs into?" He enthused.
" I do NOT want to know!" Exclaimed TDawg, at which both fell about laughing.
"Have you any idea where the others are? Are they on the other craft? " asked True." I don't know how we all wound up right here, but I would
like to know if the others are ok."
TDawg replied "Well then, shall we just, you know, go and check?" Looking at True as if he were a fool, which he was.
"Hell yeah! Let's get this awesome sea beast moving!", and with that, they busied themselves finding all the ropes required to make the sails work,
and the chain to pull up the anchor. Finally, when everything was set, the galleon moved, slowly at first, and then more quickly toward the nearest