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piratejournal2014-03-07 06:25 pm
dersite_dj) wrote in piratejournal2014-03-07 06:25 pm
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Audio/Action to Bloody Roses, Spades
They aren't exactly looking out, are they? Fools don't even have lanterns up! Like they're tryin' to sail blind on purpose--this time a' night of all times!
Then, we're gonna pounce on 'em. Hear they like burnin' their enemies in kilns. Lookin' the ship, after all! Don't it look kind of like an oven? [Over the journal, two men could be heard talking, the dull hum of a grinding wheel heard as they sharpened swords and bayonets.]
Well, yeah. It's a Steam-Punk design. Never heard of that genre? [Dave spoke up, seemingly out of nowhere. Why he was a part of the conversation was a mystery--for the moment.]
What're you talkin' about? I 'unno what that is. You read too much, lad, and it ain't gonna get you rank. Catchin' pirates gets you rank, understand?
Wait. Who're you, boy? Where'd you come from?
From the ship you're chasing. It's the--wait, shit. I don't even know the name of our ship. Anyway, you chumps were talkin' about rank, right? Just chill out and--
[There's a quick sound of rushing wind and suddenly, the unmistakeable noise that comes from wood being split, bending and water rushing up around it. Anyone in the middle of a crashing ship would recognize it in an instant.]
Bow down to your new king, bitch.
--He cut it in half!?
[The audio doesn't cut off right away--rather, immediately after the screams of panicking Navy sailors are heard, this song begins blasting.
Anyone on the Bloody Roses or Spades ship would likely spot the burst of flames that came up from a scouting Navy ship in the distance. It was far behind both ships, indicating pursuit.]
Then, we're gonna pounce on 'em. Hear they like burnin' their enemies in kilns. Lookin' the ship, after all! Don't it look kind of like an oven? [Over the journal, two men could be heard talking, the dull hum of a grinding wheel heard as they sharpened swords and bayonets.]
Well, yeah. It's a Steam-Punk design. Never heard of that genre? [Dave spoke up, seemingly out of nowhere. Why he was a part of the conversation was a mystery--for the moment.]
What're you talkin' about? I 'unno what that is. You read too much, lad, and it ain't gonna get you rank. Catchin' pirates gets you rank, understand?
Wait. Who're you, boy? Where'd you come from?
From the ship you're chasing. It's the--wait, shit. I don't even know the name of our ship. Anyway, you chumps were talkin' about rank, right? Just chill out and--
[There's a quick sound of rushing wind and suddenly, the unmistakeable noise that comes from wood being split, bending and water rushing up around it. Anyone in the middle of a crashing ship would recognize it in an instant.]
Bow down to your new king, bitch.
--He cut it in half!?
[The audio doesn't cut off right away--rather, immediately after the screams of panicking Navy sailors are heard, this song begins blasting.
Anyone on the Bloody Roses or Spades ship would likely spot the burst of flames that came up from a scouting Navy ship in the distance. It was far behind both ships, indicating pursuit.]