Henrik Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 Good account there lad! Mine wasn't as fortunate. Deceided to take me yacht for a wee spin against some traders, at least that's what i thought at the time. Fortunately a fellow black flag entered and sunk one 'o the dogs for me, while i was *ahum* making a somewhat planned withdrawl hehe! Later returned when i noticed that me crew were either too lazy (read: drunk) or stupid to get my ship repaired pffft! I sank... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 1, 2015 Author Share Posted October 1, 2015 (edited) Next time tell the bug-eyed, sea gull eating, layabouts to go into survival mode, wot to plug them there leaks. on my ship, i just shout "Eight!" and they know right wot to do. Eight (8) is my carpentry and ship-wright team. They also put out fires! Seven (7) be the order to put an extra man on each gun. Six (6), as in six fathoms, if normal sailin' and Five (5) Five be fer me blacksmiths, wot to fix the bilge pump, rudder and such. Yarrr. Edited October 1, 2015 by Pagan Pete Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henrik Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 Haha you git! Ah well i'll go back to school and study them naval booklets some more! *Sigh* 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henrik Posted October 2, 2015 Share Posted October 2, 2015 (edited) Still leak incredibly when facing NPC's but, just now came accross a player in a trader ship. To my dismay he was not alone, in fact there was an escorting ship a yacht which i was sailing as well! Took some fancy maneuvering but i managed to get the upper hand with my standard guns i might add, and she sank. Isabella whatshername went down, hopefully she was decent with holding her breath hehe! I tip me hat to ye milady, t'was a good fight indeed! Edited October 2, 2015 by Henrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 2, 2015 Author Share Posted October 2, 2015 [_]P yarrr! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henrik Posted October 3, 2015 Share Posted October 3, 2015 Indeed! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 4, 2015 Author Share Posted October 4, 2015 So I were sailing to fro one port to another fee some crafting. There I were in my Privateer, the Bruja, when I see another fellow in HIS privateer. He were tracking down a trade brig with contraband. I know i can take this feller and his ship, but I sailed right past without hitting Attack, as he went through his escape maneuvers. I think I be getting old... 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henrik Posted October 4, 2015 Share Posted October 4, 2015 Ye arrr indeed growing rather soft it seems! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 4, 2015 Author Share Posted October 4, 2015 Ye arrr indeed growing rather soft it seems! Plush Pete? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henrik Posted October 4, 2015 Share Posted October 4, 2015 The agony, the shear horror! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William the Drake Posted October 5, 2015 Share Posted October 5, 2015 (edited) Avast Pete! Ye scurvy dog! I must says that ye be far too humble of yer own work in yer account of the action we found ourselves in! Surely ye must 'ave left out the details so that future prey might mistake ye fer an easy target!It be true, says I! The pirate captain Pagan Pete be the devil himself, the way he went after them to hapless Lynx! T'was only beginin' to lay into the hull o' the first one when Pete here charges in an' takes a Lynx by storm. By thunder, t'was the fastest matter of boardin' I ever saw! An' no sooner did he cut down the crew o' the first Lynx does he set his sights on the next, with the same intentions in mind.An' o' course Pete leaves out the most fantastic part o' this exchange; "sandwiched" says he!? Nay, the sight t'was more like this:Thar I was, desperately attemptin' to grapple the brig, so as to keep 'er from escapin'. She was a fine distance away, so me crew had to keep on grapplin' her. Then I sees a sight I'll not soon forget: here comes the Bruja (That be "Witch" fer all ye lubbers that 'ave not made port in a Spanish city) nearly flyin' across the water! She smashes into the opposite side o' the brig, pushin' her right into the teeth o' me crew! Aye, mark me words, if'n ye see the flag o' Mad Pagan Pete on the horizon, set yer course in the other direction, lest ye be acquainted with Davy Jones in the most spectacular o' manners! -"One-eyed" William Drummond, the Drake Edited October 5, 2015 by William the Drake 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 7, 2015 Author Share Posted October 7, 2015 Updated master list... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 9, 2015 Author Share Posted October 9, 2015 Got me frigate blasted into matchsticks by the Dutch Antilles Squadron, twice! Yar… they be hard men and skilled sailors. Tis good in way, fer If a pyrate such as me had noting to fear, it wouldn't feel much like piracy! Kaos were a good bloke about it, and I learned much from him. Thank ye much, And if ye see me again, PLEASE give chase! Makes the game more real fer me! Yarrr [_]P 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crankey Posted October 9, 2015 Share Posted October 9, 2015 Whilst on patrol East of Puerto Rico on behalf of His Majesty's Royal Navy with my fellow captain Llewellyn Jones both in frigates, we sighted a French squadron of three 5th Rates. We engaged the French frigates from windward, after a short period of the engagement a third frigate unknown to us though flying English colours joined the attack. A Frigate and Cerberus were destroyed by myself and Captain Jones whilst the newcomer chased the second Cerberus some miles downwind. Intent on our engagement we gave little thought to the newcomers tactics. After chasing the Cerberus downwind for some twenty minutes the newcomer boarded and captured the Cerberus as a prize. What astonished us next was that both ships raised the Jolly Roger and sailed off over the horizon. Damage to our sails during the engagement prevented us giving chase to this audacious vagabond - Pagan Pete. The inability of our subordinates to both fly and confirm correct recognition signals with the pirate has led to some very severe punishments. My own signal's officer a midshipman of some experience will not be sitting or lying down in comfort for several weeks having been introduced to the gunners daughter ! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henrik Posted October 9, 2015 Share Posted October 9, 2015 HAHAHA priceless! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 9, 2015 Author Share Posted October 9, 2015 Confirmed. I looked up wot my signal flags said whist we were flying false; "We'll settle for oranges." Hmm… really surpassed no one noticed that one sooner. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 10, 2015 Author Share Posted October 10, 2015 So I had just completed teleport in to a distant shore, and right there is a neutral player in his ship… Right inside me attack circle! The luck!!!! I ready the attack,me privateer, the Bruja, vs his yacht. In battle it beomes clear tha h e is carrying 12lb carronades (by the appalling damage he be doin') so i open the range of engagement. Now from a safe vantage point i start to chain his sails... So he furls them up... So I switch to ball, and contemplate wot he's up to. Figurin he is baiting me to come close for a round of double shot, I park me ship and open up with the ball at long range... After takin about half the hull down, and realizing I'll not be closing the gap into the trap, he strikes his colors. Yarrr! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flavalicious Posted October 12, 2015 Share Posted October 12, 2015 (edited) Yarrrr, at 2 bells i engaged enemy Neutral Cerberus of the coast of La Mona. The intent was to hone my skills, but to let him escape, thus he spread word of my infamous pirate self, for dead men tell no tales. Alas at the stroke of 3 bells my marines charged forward and smashed his morale unexpectedly and he struck his colors. While locked in the brig he was most crude in his manner of speech to me, and i began to wonder if it was a mistake to have considered mercy for life..... Edited October 12, 2015 by Flavalicious 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 12, 2015 Author Share Posted October 12, 2015 [_]P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henrik Posted October 13, 2015 Share Posted October 13, 2015 Yarrr! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 13, 2015 Author Share Posted October 13, 2015 (edited) The fight ye can't win.. So I were in me snow near the French Capitol, when Tomm123 shows up in his Trinc. (teach me to watch youtube whist sailing…) The combat timer is already half over before I notices… Damn. So we get into battle and I turn to run. The only option really, I don't have enough men, enough guns, or large enough guns, for this to end well. Soeed be my only chance. So we sails for it! I be open in the distance, but Tomm's 4 twelve pound bow chasers are takin their toll. Soon enough, he starts closing. I prep the ship for boarding... As he is closing in, I waits with a clever trick. When the gap is small enough I spill the sails, and tack hard to port, then starboard. The result is I bounce off his bow, and he slides past on my port side. We exchange broadsides; Most of his miss my small ship, and my 6 lb guns do little to him… As he slides past me, i hear him mumble something in Swedish (think muppet show) and his Botswain blows the call to arms. he is now preparing for boarding. When we be done trading paint, I unfurls the sails again and am right off his stern. I have a choice now, Turn and run, only to be caught again. Or go out on a blaze of glory! BLAZE OF GLORY IT WILL BE!!!! "Throw the grappling hooks!" I yells. We start to pull him in. When we boards her, We are better prepared by far, about 75% to his 25%, but this is still a fight we cannot win. But it will be an EPIC death! (Witness me!!!) My 140 cutthroats vs his 360 wig-wearing, pansy clothed, perfume covered, mincers. We managed to kill about 45 of them before we were overcome, for even when the tactical choices are in our favor, we take more casualties as a result o numbers. In the confusion of boarding the larger vessel, Ole Pete manages to slip away in the confusion and stow-away! I find me way into the bilge, burry myself on a pile o gravel, and come out at night to pilfer stores. I were discovered by a lad one night, who were also sneaking provisions. He were surpassed to see me, and made to sound the alarm, but i silenced him right quick! With me hand over his mouth, and me dagger at his throat, I told the wee lad that; I were the infamous Pagan Pete! Pyrate and sorcerer! If he were to tell anyone of seeing me, I would know of it as he spoke it. I cut a locke of his hair and stuffed it in me own ear for good measure, telling him that i could hear everything he said now. I gave the lad a choice, as he wet himself, that he could say nothing and get an apple and a gold doubloon… Or tell that he saw me, and I would cast a spell on him and curse him! I held up the apple and a gold doubloon… and he took it. We made anchor at the port of Roseau. At nightfall, while the crew were celebrating by death, I clambered down the anchor line and swam to shore. From there it were a simple matter of makin me we overlaid to the opposite shore. I commandeered a skiff at Rosaly and made me way back to Le Moule... Now I got me a new crew and a new ship… But blast it. I need a new cabin boy >=o( Me hopes the next lad will be a ginger... PS. As for Jack the cabin boy. He should be fine. I shakled him in me cabin, without clothes , before we boarded. Young Jack should be able to avoid hang in by pleading being a captive. Edited October 13, 2015 by Pagan Pete 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tac Posted October 13, 2015 Share Posted October 13, 2015 I came across a lad by the name of jack the cabin boy sailing a lone frigate,on shouting "ahoy there" he simply smiled and he says "im sailing her north capn to find me petie" so with a squint and a tweek of me mantash a waved him on his way with a YYAARRRRR and i peglegged down to the poop deck for me daily trip to take the kids to the pool. Il ask me cabin boy Roger if he has any cousins in case jack misses his course brother. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henrik Posted October 14, 2015 Share Posted October 14, 2015 You have a...pool deck?! Lucky b*st*rd ye are! Came accross a rascal named Foxy or something sailing his Surprise, well i was definately in for one i might add! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nasty Nate Posted October 15, 2015 Share Posted October 15, 2015 This be a tale of some time ago. Its been a spell since ol' Nate here has been back to the tavern. Well, since Beatraue lay that ol' curse on me and the lads (that be a story for another day, she only now be liftin it), we be sippin' out o' the extra rum barrels far out to see, til the wind be blowing over, jus' to be on the safe side. So there we was, scoping out east of the Virgins (Isles) in me privateer when out o the fog comes a Dutch Surprise flying with the wind, nearly knockin us over. Lucky we be fealing as her guns go with her. Now, a few moments pass then Scream belts from the crows bucket, pointing out the dutch yacht trying to catch its wake. With the wind being against that there suprise returning and, enough distance between 'em, well, not being one to pass up such an open opportunity, I engage the yacht. Now, for all that is said against us "opportunists" by the sheep Nationalists, this be a fare scirmish. Well, as far as ships go. Me crew be near ferocious in determination when it comes deck to deck with sole proprietors. Som'tin jus' puts the excitement in the powder when there be a lively crew on the other end o the plank. Sometimes it jus' be feeling like them ship's be automated they be so predictable. Anyhoo, where was I? Oh, right, the yacht. So, my chain be decimatin' his sails and he be doing fair enough work on me hull while I tack in to board. Here I be working him into the wind when he stears into me and breaks me front spire. Unfortunate aye, but he be stuck at which Riggle calls the order and the grapling hooks launch. Now, jus' as we be pulling the Yacht in to board, wouldn't ya know, that Suprise done go and live up to it's name. The crew be fired up like the devil be on their tail. We make short order of the boarding, taking minimal losses and here comes the shot from the Suprise. So, not being a good day to hang, I get the lads ready to make sail. But, haha, here be the butter on the bread. Scream, still in the nest calls down reporting that the deck o the suprise looks mighty empty. Through the glass I pere. Sure enough. That ship be sailing with a skeleton crew. We figure they be short near 100 men. The lads and I slow, heads turn, yellow teath like crooked tombstones beam as we all know what comes next. Shouts race as we board the yacht and make for sail. Cannons fire again and wood splinters before we get underway. A regretting thought of the damage we did to these sails slips by as I yell "CHAIN SHOT"! I want that ship! Knowing the dissavantage of loosing the spire, the yacht became the better choice. We lead him away from the privateer as he kept shooting the por girl. I give it to the Jr. Lutentant on that suprise, he worked it better than I thought and landed a generous pownding on us as we tore through his sails. We find a safe distance to pick at him, knowing soon enough we'd be able to approach and start shelling the gunwhales and graping the crew. Aye, ambitious we be but confident it be possible. The yacht is soon becoming too slow as the remaining sails take on more chain. We dash over and reboard the privateer haha. And now we have the wind and gauge. He hails me and challenges a full attack or he will make his escape. I feign in effort to keep him engaged but alas, at this the suprise knows I will keep picking at him until I have him crippled and he makes for escape. Scream picked a new glass from the yacht and damned if that lad ever comes down from the lookout, even here in port. His eyes be good and knowing well he who first spots a ship gets choice pick of reward, I recon he'l be a wealthy one soon enough. Now, another pint o' rum to Nate for his story, eh' lads? I be missing this good island sour. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagan Pete Posted October 16, 2015 Author Share Posted October 16, 2015 (edited) Notice: Nornica sells his services to hire to navies sworn to hang us. I saw him sailing side by side with that Swedish rat, Tomm123, who has sworn to end Ole Pagan Pete. The two of them gave chase to me. Alas, me pyrate brothers. Be wary of this one, and trust him not... _____O-|-< Edited October 16, 2015 by Pagan Pete 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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