piratejournal | 003 [voice]

[You all remember Hector, of course. The ass who's torn apart most of the folks who've asked stupid questions? And has been highly offended at the assumptions about the way he speaks? Well, he's just come upon a thought that struck him out of the blue, and really, in his opinion you just might want to pay attention.

But hoo boy, does he sound full of schadenfreude. Because he is.]

Just as an aside, as that execution do bring some things to mind. At least for meself, as I'm a bit more versed in the laws and rules of the sea...

You do realize, o'course, with your sailing and bartering without proper papers - letters o' marque or otherwise granting you permission to do such from a nation - you are all, in fact, committing acts of piracy, aye?

No papers, no authority to conduct yourself as a legitimate crew. No authority, of course, to organize yourself in a militaristic force. You aren't privateers. You aren't merchants, and you aren't treasure hunters.

You're pirates. Piss poor excuses for pirates, I'll grant ye that, but not a single soul brought to this place has authority to do anything. You're conducting in black market trade, operating a craft that is not, in fact, registered in any home port, and not a single one among ye has a place ye make berth.

This, of course, does include our little ship full o'sparkle and light in the name of justice et cetera, et cetera.

Pirates, the lot of you. Every last one of you be staring at Jack Ketch, waiting to be the next to dance the jig. No matter your noble intentions.

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Temper, lad. Temper.

Tell me, who be the captain you signed under.

...Well, no one yet. I'm still looking for a suitable...captain.

[One who won't get him killed, preferably.]

So you're assuming any captain with a bit of brains to rub betwixt his fingers would take on an entitled brat, then.

Interesting.

If they've not met me yet, they wouldn't know, now would they?

I do much better in person, I think. If the people I'm dealing with aren't stupid and irritating.

You've been all over this thing with that loud, pert mouth of your'n. All you have to do is speak.

I shall disguise my voice!

Or maybe I'm already doing so. Didn't think of that, did you?

[You make this kind of think painfully easy, kid.]

Nay. Too self-important, so you are, and love the sound of your own voice far too much.

...That's true, I do. Alas.

[MIGHT AS WELL BE HONEST ABOUT IT.]

Well, someone will take me on. I do have positive things to offer.

What, a snotty attitude and not much else?

Is that a positive thing now? Brilliant.

But no. No, I can do magic—I imagine there has to be someone here who would find that worthwhile.

I can't say as you've noticed? But there be plenty here who can do that, as well. It doesn't make ye special.

It does a bit, actually, but it's true I've come across several others who have similar abilities. And then some.

Nay. I've known bigger, better, and less annoying.

Well it's not as though I want to join your crew. I haven't a death wish. There'll be someone else interested. I'm not worried.

[Mostly because Potter is in charge of that and for whatever reason people seem to actually like the git.]

Never fear, mate, I'd not have you.