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Guynemer
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Yarrrr, I be agreeing with me mate Jonny. Much activity seems to center 'round yonder church. That could mean Rasputin or FlameFlash.
I shall let me piece o'eight o'fate decide... Rasputin.
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Jon Miller
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I think that it is vovan turn to walk the plank
JM
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GhengisFarb
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I want my HAMBURGERS!!
May 2002
time: 23:36
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Obviously the clues were too cryptic... or were they simply not there?
-Jam
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There were clues? Crud, I don't know who to vote for now.
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Jamski
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lol ED&D is officially full PvP LOL
May 2002
time: 05:36
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Chapter 3 - The Missionary's Position
"I suppose we're te do that votin' again?" asked Guynemer.
"Oui," replied Spiffor, "Its the way of this island, mon ami."
"Why's 'e talk so funny?" asked Theben.
"I am from France," replied the mayor
"Aye," said Guynemer, "And 'e's goin' ter teach us to cook proper!"
* * * * *
Somehow in all the excitement of the day, many of the villagers and pirates forgot to vote. Or maybe, as Ghengis Farb so wisely said, they simply didn't know who they should vote for.
"Better not to vote," he said "Than to let chance take an innocent victim."
Despite the misgivings of some, enough votes were collected by Jon Miller, and at sunset he read the results.
"...And finally," he concluded, "Vovan, gunner of the Apolyton, with four votes is the one chosen by us."
Vovan reached for his pistol, and Theben drew his cutlass and stood by his side.
"Ye landlubbers ain't killing my mate!" he declared.
The captain stepped forwards.
"Stow yer goddammed weapons away, men," he commanded, "Or by God I'll stow them in yer gullets meself! We'll 'ave no more killin' on this island."
And so Vovan was taken to the town square and hung by the neck until he was dead.
* * * * *
Later in Rah's Tavern the pirates and townsfolk were once again engaged in riotous drinking and carousing.
"I can't pay yer," apologised Rasputin to Joncha, "Some bugger has stolen all the money from the collection box in the church."
"Even if you had the money," replied the pimp, "I couldn't help you tonight. All the girls are out, and when they get back after midnight, FlameFlash has given me a huge bag of coins to book all sixteen of them at once. Even "Old Ada Smith", if ye can believe than."
"Lucky man," replied Spaced Cowboy, who had heard the whole thing.
"What?" exclaimed Chaunk, sitting by him, "Lucky? Have you seen old Ada?"
"Don't worry boys," said Joncha, "I borrowed a sack from the pirate's stores. FlameFlash can put it over her head."
They all laughed.
* * * * *
Later, in a dark corner of the bar, the Black Duke was talking to his first mate, Jonny.
"Come 'ere." he whispered, "Come real close, Jonny, I ain't gonna bite yer, but I ain't gonna shout neither. I want ye to 'ave a look at this 'ere scrip o'paper."
"It looks like part of a map, sir," whispered Jonny, "Can I see it?"
"Aye" replied the captain, "Have a good look, me mate. T'were somethin' t'appen t'meself, ye'll be t'captain o'this crew, and ye should take this map and guard it with yer life."
Behind the bar, Rah polished a few glasses and listened, and watched, and saw that although the secret was safe with him, he wasn't so sure about the hooded figure just outside the window, huddled in the rain, who also appeared to be listening. Rah tried to see his face.
"Its gettin' cold in 'ere captain," said DrSpike, who crossed the room and closed the window.
Rah saw the hooded figure disappear round the side of the bar, and observed something glinting under the hood. A medallion? A silver button? It was too dark. Perhaps just a drop of water on their nose...
He scanned the bar, trying to see who was missing, but with the smoke from the pipes, it was hard... wait...
At that moment midnight struck on the village clock, and Joncha's girls came flooding back into the room. Rah gave up. But what was that noise outside in the docks? A thud, timed to the seventh strike of the bells, and then a scuffleing noise, and three strikes later he was sure he heard a splash.
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"Good news and bad news, girls," explained Joncha "FlameFlash is gone, but he paid in advance."
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Of course, when the sun rose, a large sack was found floating in the harbour which when opened contained the poor missionary, killed before he could experience the night of his life. Ah.
It's time to vote!
-Jam
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11-05-2004 18:53
Hercules! How dare you vote for me? Are we not both part of the same crew, you scheming bastard? If we were still on our ship, I'd cut out your toungue, and throw you overboard!
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