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[Video clicks on, and say hello to your friendly neighborhood hostaged Commodore. Prefect is slumped, shirtless against the stone wall of his cell, his expression is tired and irritable. He's a little scuffed, and there are bruises climbing up his chest, but as he begins to broadcast, you can see him force himself to straighten up, so that he can deliver his daily bitching session with an air of authority and professionalism.]
This is Commodore Prefect of His Majesty's Royal Naval Forces, calling all officers who are yet to join the cowardice hoard here in their treachery to the crown.
Myself and First Lieutenant Pendragon are now entering the hundred and twelfth day of our imprisonment here. Spirits are high, and neither one of us have swerved in our loyalty to his majesty, or our certainty that God, and right shall deliver us from this ugly circumstance.
[His expression slips slightly, and there's a hint of a glare coming through as he continues:]
It is in that spirit that I wish to add to the list of charges which I have recorded thus-far, to be pressed against the inhabitants of this vipers nest, when they are brought before the hand of the English courts and to the satisfaction of the just.
Two days ago, as Lieutenant Pendragon and I commandeered a vessel for the departure from this island, we were waylaid by two men known to be in the employ of Captain Reaver, known locally by the names "Black-Eye Dan" and "Fists McCall". Both men struck at us, and while alone we easily outmatched them, it did not take long for them to enlist the aid of the local mob, and we were swarmed by collaborators before we were able to depart.
[He's looking progressively embittered at this point, like even saying all of this is leaving a bad taste in his mouth.]
I have added the names of those guilty of colluding with our captors to the list [The list which he has been compiling since his arrival, which has the name of almost everyone in the port on it by now, which he updates every few days just so you know that you're on it.] In addition to the names of several local criminals who we have witnessed operating from the confines of our imprisonment.
The only men here more worthy of the noose than these scurrilous curs, are those deserters who come here, shed of their colours and entrenching themselves as deeply in the crimes this place as any other man! They are the shame of His Majesties Navy, and I name them too! I've much hope that you and I, oh last and loyal men, shall carry them to court martial, and to pay in blood for their cowardice, and their treachery!
[He ends in a pissy little snarl, before clicking off the video. Once the broadcast is finished, the text function scrolls down the communicators face, with a long, long list of the people Prefect is eventually planning on hanging. Feel free to assume that your character's name is on there.
It may go without saying that he makes these broadcasts frequently, and that they're only superficially intended for loyal Naval Officers. They're more like a giant, petty, ongoing fuck you to the pirates and inhabitants of Barcaza.
The cell (housing both Prefect and Arthur) is literally built into the corner of a building, and open to the street and passers by, so feel free to spam!]
This is Commodore Prefect of His Majesty's Royal Naval Forces, calling all officers who are yet to join the cowardice hoard here in their treachery to the crown.
Myself and First Lieutenant Pendragon are now entering the hundred and twelfth day of our imprisonment here. Spirits are high, and neither one of us have swerved in our loyalty to his majesty, or our certainty that God, and right shall deliver us from this ugly circumstance.
[His expression slips slightly, and there's a hint of a glare coming through as he continues:]
It is in that spirit that I wish to add to the list of charges which I have recorded thus-far, to be pressed against the inhabitants of this vipers nest, when they are brought before the hand of the English courts and to the satisfaction of the just.
Two days ago, as Lieutenant Pendragon and I commandeered a vessel for the departure from this island, we were waylaid by two men known to be in the employ of Captain Reaver, known locally by the names "Black-Eye Dan" and "Fists McCall". Both men struck at us, and while alone we easily outmatched them, it did not take long for them to enlist the aid of the local mob, and we were swarmed by collaborators before we were able to depart.
[He's looking progressively embittered at this point, like even saying all of this is leaving a bad taste in his mouth.]
I have added the names of those guilty of colluding with our captors to the list [The list which he has been compiling since his arrival, which has the name of almost everyone in the port on it by now, which he updates every few days just so you know that you're on it.] In addition to the names of several local criminals who we have witnessed operating from the confines of our imprisonment.
The only men here more worthy of the noose than these scurrilous curs, are those deserters who come here, shed of their colours and entrenching themselves as deeply in the crimes this place as any other man! They are the shame of His Majesties Navy, and I name them too! I've much hope that you and I, oh last and loyal men, shall carry them to court martial, and to pay in blood for their cowardice, and their treachery!
[He ends in a pissy little snarl, before clicking off the video. Once the broadcast is finished, the text function scrolls down the communicators face, with a long, long list of the people Prefect is eventually planning on hanging. Feel free to assume that your character's name is on there.
It may go without saying that he makes these broadcasts frequently, and that they're only superficially intended for loyal Naval Officers. They're more like a giant, petty, ongoing fuck you to the pirates and inhabitants of Barcaza.
The cell (housing both Prefect and Arthur) is literally built into the corner of a building, and open to the street and passers by, so feel free to spam!]
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:31 pm (UTC)Such a charmer. Tis' a wonder no one has come to fetch you home yet.
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:34 pm (UTC)[He is legit crying on the inside, Reaver :c]
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Date: 2012-03-16 02:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:38 pm (UTC)Carry us to court martial, you say?
I think that might take more than the two of you. And a reeaaallly big wheelbarrow. And for you to be capable of doing something other than sitting on your rear end for one hundred and twelve days.
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:50 pm (UTC)[Then, added a little more lightly:]
And when that day comes, I look forward to escorting you and your captain to the gallows personally, Miss Sheridan.
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:51 pm (UTC)Brother, your plight saddens me and I will do what I can to see you freed. But I beg in the meantime, do not give way to anger. Like milk in the sun, wrath curdles into despair. Forgive these your countrymen: you cannot know what strange winds and tides brought them here.
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:56 pm (UTC)I-- I shall never understand how you can defend them so!
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:09 pm (UTC)Who let the riff-raff in?
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:20 pm (UTC)Not to undermine your sass, Miss, but we have been here for over three months now? Your powers of observation fall a little flat if you're only noticing now.
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-03-15 09:13 pm (UTC)Caw! The lady doth protest.
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Date: 2012-03-15 09:58 pm (UTC)[Willfully ignoring that your parrot is kind of insightful there, bro.]
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Date: 2012-03-15 10:07 pm (UTC)spam
Date: 2012-03-15 11:26 pm (UTC)[That's sounding just a touch forced right at this moment, but Prefect will stand by it!]
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Date: 2012-03-15 11:34 pm (UTC)You're going on still? I would have thought you'd tire of listing all our crimes as often as you have. Perhaps our dear Commodore is too in love with his voice to care of the subject in which he speaks about.
It is rather amusing that it is you and your companion, the loyal officers of the Royal Navy, who are the ones imprisoned while us deserters and criminals are free to do as we wish. Though I sincerely doubt it is quite as amusing for you than it is for myself.
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Date: 2012-03-16 12:31 am (UTC)And for your information, no it is not as amusing to me, nor is it even strange, that pirate scum would stand in the way of the righteous!
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Date: 2012-03-16 12:43 am (UTC)Good eve' sir. [He tapped his forehead where the brow of a hat would be if he were the sort to wear a hat in public like a proper gentleman.] I got something for you.
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Date: 2012-03-16 01:31 am (UTC)By now, he's more or less established a pattern for how to respond to Narvin's offerings.]
Good evening. I don't suppose it's a set of keys this time?
[He shoots the crook a slightly bitter look.]
You do realise that you're on the list as well, don't you?
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Date: 2012-03-17 01:02 am (UTC)I had assumed that I was no longer within your notice, given your preference to give chase to Captain Seabeard over my own self.
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Date: 2012-03-17 01:12 am (UTC)I have my orders though. I can not merely pursue whoever my heart desires.
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Date: 2012-03-17 01:30 am (UTC)[Private]
Date: 2012-03-17 01:46 am (UTC)That's quite all right, Sir. Indeed, having your moral support has been a gift, in these trying times.
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Date: 2012-03-18 09:27 am (UTC)[The Traitor Captain perhaps isn't recognizable on sight but for the fact that he's in a tattered Royal Navy uniform on the other side of the bars.]
How did you come to be in this sorry state?
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Date: 2012-03-18 02:49 pm (UTC)[Prefect responds sourly. He doesn't know who Arthas is, but it's clear enough that he's a deserter turned pirate. The scum.]
One of the many perils of a life devoted to one's King, for the serpents who rule this port to eventually find fortune turn in their favor during battle.
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