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buywithme[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: 2012-03-15 07:37 pm (UTC)And I do so love these little chats of ours.
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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 07:44 pm (UTC)His Majesty would never willingly contribute to the funding of your nefarious doings, and that is why your ransom will never be paid!
[And if he says it enough it will become true...]
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:46 pm (UTC)Video
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)no subject
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 07:54 pm (UTC)[She's silent for a moment, digesting what he's said, then has to stop what she's doing for a moment to start laughing.]
You - you've broken out twenty-eight times and in the most lawless damned port in the Caribbean, you couldn't put your hands on a sword once-?
Jesus. You're right, our days are numbered. I can already feel the noose around my neck, Commodore.
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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 07:58 pm (UTC)I would be delighted to strip your accommodations down to something more to your liking, if you prefer. Especially since this marks -- how many times now that you've wandered off?
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:02 pm (UTC)[This is Friar Dick's usual line, and the fact that he believes it wholeheartedly has never stopped it from annoying anyone.]
Video
Date: 2012-03-15 08:04 pm (UTC)[Private]
God, It's a travesty, isn't it? It's as if you people are so accursedly greedy and paranoid that the only way to lay ones hands on a blade here is to prize one from the fingertips of a cutthroat!
Who sleeps with their sword drawn? And what breed of drunk notices when it's eased out of his hand? [Prefect shakes his head in disgust. He has been stabbed by so many drunks over the course of his 28 escape attempts.]
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 08:09 pm (UTC)Who let the riff-raff in?
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:11 pm (UTC)Ah, excuse me?
[he'll pretend not to be afraid of this threat once he's entirely certain what exactly it is.]
Video/Private
Date: 2012-03-15 08:15 pm (UTC)[Legitimate advice, or mocking you with the fact you obviously need advice? GUESS WHICH THIS IS.]
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:16 pm (UTC)I would strongly suggest you not try to change our minds about that, because the end result will not be that you're turned loose like an unneeded fish caught in a net. I'd sooner auction to the highest bidder here the privilege of kicking the stool from from under your feet to watch you dangle like so many of our comrades before you.
If I didn't just shoot you.
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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 08:25 pm (UTC)[You're not preaching at him, and you're not threatening to shoot him. He'll take it.]
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:25 pm (UTC)I am worried that you will grow ill if you cannot find some peace in yourself.
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:26 pm (UTC)