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piratejournal2014-01-27 06:40 pm
scurveydog) wrote in piratejournal2014-01-27 06:40 pm
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Week 21
Sorry! I’m very late, I do apologize. It’s been quite a time recovering and I’m not quite used to these things, you see. When Mistress is back on her feet in a few days, she’ll resume her usual duties, but for now it is up to me. Ah, yes, it’s Meep again. You know Marshall Evans etc etc and I do not have my Mistress’ capacity for weather or for news, though I know it usually takes some time for the Navy to get motivated after Death Day. It’s so very hard for them, you know. Sailors are superstitious. In any case I think they’ll come to investigate the place where the witch met her untimely end, so I’d be well away from it since they’re likely to be cannon happy.
Sadly, though, I may not be able to answer your myriad of questions, though I will do my best—Mostly, however, I am here to tell you about the witch. Mistress doesn’t think you need to know, but it’s of important historical and archaeological value, especially considering all that you are up against currently.
Her name was Isabella St. Rouge and she was the daughter of a duke, notorious for hating pirates. The island of her birth is a shattered ruin, long since destroyed by her vengeful power. Fueled by the shard, some say, while others are adamant it was part of her family lineage. The St. Rouges were said to be rather psychic which is how they obtained the ducal office, or so go the scurrilous rumors at the time. Then again, there is also a rumor that the King of that country once slept with a pig, but I am sure that is satire, albeit poor satire, as what happens when you rule a great country.
Ah, at any rate. She was the daughter but detested her life of luxury. She was to be married to improve the family lines, as was common in those days, but the ancestral title would go to her older sister, rather than her—and so in a fit of pique, she freed Davy Jones from the cell in which he’d been held. This was before he’d become the most bloodthirsty pirate on the seas. Or at least, if he was, there was no record of his foul misdeeds.
Isabella used her, not inconsiderable, dowry to furnish him with a ship and weapons and sailed for a time with him, though not considered first mate or, indeed, any position on the crew because that would mean she was under him which was one thing Isabelle could not and would not tolerate. Still, it seems, she enjoyed her position on the crew for she never once thought of leaving, and, indeed, helped him cut a bloody swath through the oceans.
After about twenty years of their unstoppable rage, the Navy, under Vice Admiral Frederick Bates, offered her a pardon and substantial reward if she would but turn on the one whose life she saved so long ago. Then, of course, as the song goes, the first one struck the hammer’s blow, sent the man down below. In other words, it’s said that she’s the one that shattered the Piedra Roja, though I highly doubt it was with a hammer. Another bit of metaphor. I believe they were referring to the hammer of a pistol rather than an actual ‘pound the peg in’ hammer, but it’s possible she used something else.
And, as you may be aware, Vice Admiral Bates had been lying about her pardon and reward when all was said and done, which sent Isabella into a rage and she, utilizing the power of the shard, or using it to channel her own inherent energy since I have a theory that the shards are not powerful in and of themselves but rather are channels through which to project one’s own will and life force which is how my Mistress
Well that’s neither here nor there, is it? Ah, the point is that Isabella used her shard to enslave villages, towns, even whole countries, it is said—to do brutal, violent things. How she was finally defeated the first time…well, it’s a sad mystery and a closely guarded Naval secret. Anyone who knows of it will likely be tortured to their very deaths and beyond. Though Mistress thinks that if one can find it and utilize it they may very well be able to
Well never mind that. So, yes, she was defeated and thought dead and perhaps she was? Who can say? But she is dead now. All parts of her are gone and swept away into the sea, never to return to the waking world. All because of you brave fighters who went in after her. Who saved the day. The Navy may consider you threats to all and beyond, but to me and to anyone who will come to know the truth of your bravery and strength, you are heroes.
I must now attend my Mistress’ bedside. If you have questions I will attempt to answer them throughout the evening, though they may well be intermittent as I am tending her. She is very tired and so very grumpy.
That is my lot in life, alas, but chin up and on we go!
Sadly, though, I may not be able to answer your myriad of questions, though I will do my best—Mostly, however, I am here to tell you about the witch. Mistress doesn’t think you need to know, but it’s of important historical and archaeological value, especially considering all that you are up against currently.
Her name was Isabella St. Rouge and she was the daughter of a duke, notorious for hating pirates. The island of her birth is a shattered ruin, long since destroyed by her vengeful power. Fueled by the shard, some say, while others are adamant it was part of her family lineage. The St. Rouges were said to be rather psychic which is how they obtained the ducal office, or so go the scurrilous rumors at the time. Then again, there is also a rumor that the King of that country once slept with a pig, but I am sure that is satire, albeit poor satire, as what happens when you rule a great country.
Ah, at any rate. She was the daughter but detested her life of luxury. She was to be married to improve the family lines, as was common in those days, but the ancestral title would go to her older sister, rather than her—and so in a fit of pique, she freed Davy Jones from the cell in which he’d been held. This was before he’d become the most bloodthirsty pirate on the seas. Or at least, if he was, there was no record of his foul misdeeds.
Isabella used her, not inconsiderable, dowry to furnish him with a ship and weapons and sailed for a time with him, though not considered first mate or, indeed, any position on the crew because that would mean she was under him which was one thing Isabelle could not and would not tolerate. Still, it seems, she enjoyed her position on the crew for she never once thought of leaving, and, indeed, helped him cut a bloody swath through the oceans.
After about twenty years of their unstoppable rage, the Navy, under Vice Admiral Frederick Bates, offered her a pardon and substantial reward if she would but turn on the one whose life she saved so long ago. Then, of course, as the song goes, the first one struck the hammer’s blow, sent the man down below. In other words, it’s said that she’s the one that shattered the Piedra Roja, though I highly doubt it was with a hammer. Another bit of metaphor. I believe they were referring to the hammer of a pistol rather than an actual ‘pound the peg in’ hammer, but it’s possible she used something else.
And, as you may be aware, Vice Admiral Bates had been lying about her pardon and reward when all was said and done, which sent Isabella into a rage and she, utilizing the power of the shard, or using it to channel her own inherent energy since I have a theory that the shards are not powerful in and of themselves but rather are channels through which to project one’s own will and life force which is how my Mistress
Well that’s neither here nor there, is it? Ah, the point is that Isabella used her shard to enslave villages, towns, even whole countries, it is said—to do brutal, violent things. How she was finally defeated the first time…well, it’s a sad mystery and a closely guarded Naval secret. Anyone who knows of it will likely be tortured to their very deaths and beyond. Though Mistress thinks that if one can find it and utilize it they may very well be able to
Well never mind that. So, yes, she was defeated and thought dead and perhaps she was? Who can say? But she is dead now. All parts of her are gone and swept away into the sea, never to return to the waking world. All because of you brave fighters who went in after her. Who saved the day. The Navy may consider you threats to all and beyond, but to me and to anyone who will come to know the truth of your bravery and strength, you are heroes.
I must now attend my Mistress’ bedside. If you have questions I will attempt to answer them throughout the evening, though they may well be intermittent as I am tending her. She is very tired and so very grumpy.
That is my lot in life, alas, but chin up and on we go!
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You don't know what the deal with that is, then.
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