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[At first it's just muttering]

"Get ye on a crew." Hmph. "Get ye on a crew."

[The voice gets louder.]

I'll do nothing of the sort! If I'm to sail these seas, it won't be as someone else's crewman! I'll be captain of my own ship and no less! Do you hear that?!

[He's hit his stride now and his voice is booming out of the pages of the journal.]

I am Motochika Chōsokabe, Sea Devil of the West, Conqueror of Shikoku, and the best damn pirate there is! I extend an invitation to those with nerves of steel and a thirst for treasure to join up under my flag to make this strange ocean ours! Whether I need to find a ship of my own or commandeer one already afloat, know that I will be captain. Who out there is man enough to join my crew?

[[ooc: So if you want to do action instead...there's a big guy with an eyepatch making grand speeches to his journal somewhere near the fountain.]]

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Notoriety, mate, isn't what you'd always call a good thing.

[Says the man with a bounty on his head worth 800K in modern currency where he's from.]

Edited 2013-10-07 04:53 (UTC)

Can't say as I see a downside to it. It serves me quite well. [Says the man who should very well know exactly what the downside is, but whose ego is too big to see much of anything he doesn't want to see.]

Aye, I'm sure ye won't, until you're dancing at the end of a hempen halter.

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<small[It takes him a second to puzzle out what that one means.]</small> It's a crime here? I see... <small>[Damn. That could be a problem.]</small>

It's piracy. Of course it's a crime. And a hanging one.

[He's used to just taking people's stuff when the spirit moves him and sailing off with it. If someone took issue with it, you just fought like men. That's how it should be.]

Who enforces that sort of law?

[He can probably still fight them off.]

[Clearly they have a real winner on their hands. Clearly.]

Why, I imagine the Navy. And if not there's some...Girly warlord or another thinking she can do so herself.

The Navy...[That sounded capitalized. Best to keep it in mind.] Right. And a girl warlord. [He sighs. A girl warlord with a thing against pirates. A certain bratty oracle with a bow comes to mind.]

I'm more worried about that second one, honestly. Does she have the firepower to back her up on it or is it a personal thing?

Why, I've no idea. I should hope she doesn't plan to cross me. Would be terribly unfortunate.

Especially since she's decided to paint her sails and announce to all and sundry she be about. Any pirate worth a damn will see her before she sees them, I'm sure.

Well, at least she's not sneaky about it. Does she send out perfumed invitations on her best stationery too?

Don't be giving her ideas, mate.

If she's anything like what you say, the idea's probably already occurred to her. It's just a matter of time before one of us gets a nice letter with pretty flowers and a tasteful decoration appropriate to the season telling us to repent our evil deeds or prepare to face the consequences.

[He's gotten that sort of letter before. It had an origami crane on it and he set fire to it out of spite.]

I can only hope. As I'd love to hand it back to her, after setting fire to her powder magazine.

Or set fire to the letter, too. The fancier it is, the more satisfying it is to watch it burn. They get real indignant when you tell 'em about it, too.

Telling be all well and good, but better is doing it while they sit in the brig, aye?

Hmm, I'm not one for tossing my foes in the brig. Rough 'em up, strand 'em, send 'em running, aye, but I don't like to lock a man up. That's what comes from staring across the Seto Sea at the coldest bastard in Japan. Have to set myself apart from him somehow and I know he wouldn't think twice about locking me away where the sun won't touch me for the rest of my natural life.

Oh, I'm sorry, ye must have misunderstood, mate. She wouldn't stay there.

I don't keep prisoners.

[And you can make of it what you will, Brotochika.]

[Motochika makes a disgusted noise. This is not a surprising development.]

I'd say you'd have found a kindred soul in him, but I don't think he had the soul to find kindred and maybe you fancy yourself to be the same. It wasn't his habit to keep his prisoners or allies. Allowing me my natural life would have been an extra cruelty and he knew it.

If he's somehow pulled here as well, perhaps you should look him up. The name's Motonari Mōri. Not too tall, squinty eyes, big green helmet, obsession with the sun despite his ice cold heart.

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