voice (accidental)

[superstitiouspirate]

[Have a gruff, slightly tuneless and also heavily inebriated voice serenade you suddenly from the journal.]

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest.
Yo, ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest,
yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike,
The bosun brained with a marlinspike,
And cookey's throat was marked belike,
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum...

[There is more to the song, but it becomes muffled as the journal falls away from Gibb's hand momentarily while he takes up another bottle of rum and begins to swill it down.]

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[Voice]

[thetruehistorian]

[Another voice, feminine-soft and sensual with an undercoat of steel, joins in the song, though it starts at a later verse:]

More was seen through a sternlight screen—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been!
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot,
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot,
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade!
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight,
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight,
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight—
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well!
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell!
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Strange how song and language has a way of transcending our different worlds, don't you think?

[Voice]

[superstitiouspirate]

Drunk as he is, even he can still appreciate another singer, especially one with a fine voice such as hers. However, her being a few verses ahead of him causes the song to jumble in his head, so he stops singing for the moment.]

I t'wouldnt know about no transcendin' but why wouldn't a good song reach across the heavens?

[Voice]

[thetruehistorian]

[Robin giggles.]

How would you feel if you wrote it, and someone from another world gives the credit to someone else?

voice.

[hero_complexed]

...Mr. Gibbs? Are you okay?

voice.

[superstitiouspirate]

Never better! Though we migh' be a bit short rationed on rum as it were.

voice.

[hero_complexed]

I'm a bit underaged, so you can drink my rations.

[action]

[yatteyanyo]

-Knock knock, first mate.-

[action]

[superstitiouspirate]

[The singing stops as there is a scuffling sound as if he were trying to pick himself up off the floor, followed by the clink of glass on glass. Then there is a soft grunt s Gibbs gives up on the effort to stand.]

Who be disturbing a man at his repast?

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[yatteyanyo]

So is that what you've been doing the last several days? Just a repast? -Her voice doesn't have contempt so much as disappointment in it. Like a mother scolding her son.-

[Voice]

[gradosfinest]

[She sounds somewhere between confused and perhaps just ever so slightly concerned.]

... excuse me, sir? Are... you alright?

[Voice]

[superstitiouspirate]

[Gibbs mumbles to himself as he tosses aside an empty bottle. The sound of it thudding against the hold of the ship can be heard over the journal.]

No, the rum is almost gone. We need to make port soon to remedy this matter.

[voice]

[vysecaptain]

[Another voice, this one younger-sounding, joins Gibbs in his singing. He doesn't know much of the song, and some of the words aren't exactly the same, so that's probably not very helpful.]

Fifteen men of 'em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Valuan gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold

[And then his singing turns into laughter instead.]

Sorry, I don't know all the words...

[voice]

[superstitiouspirate]

[Gibbs frowns as he tries to sort through the song that is rather befuddled in his head. He doesn't remember the verses saying anything about Valuan... but since his brain is more or less picked right now, he shrugs it off.]

It be alright Before long you'll be knowing the verses if you stay at sea a pirate long enough. Though what you do know seems a mite off...

Voice

[arcadiasailor]

That takes me back. I haven't read Treasure Island since I was a kid.

Voice

[superstitiouspirate]

Treasure island?

[Voice / Private]

[gokai_red]

But no, seriously.

We probably should talk. Haven't really had that chance since Luka and I got wrangled on here.

You were the former Captain's first mate, yeah?

[Voice / Private]

[superstitiouspirate]

Aye, many a time a'fore we came here no less.

[abundantlove]

Oh hey! Are we singing sea shanties? I learned one for just this occassion!

[note, what follows is sung in the most earsplittingly awful singing voice possible coming from a teenaged girl]

Come all ye young fellows that follows the sea
To me, way hey, blow the man down
Now please pay attention and listen to me
Give me some time to blow the man down...!

[superstitiouspirate]

[Gibbs is no songbird himself, but that singing is enough to curdle milk, he winces away, dropping both bottle and journal in the process. When he regains the journal, he might actually be slightly more sober than before.]

Certainly a ... robust song.

[Private, Written]

[rosettawall]

Kind sir, please forgive my friend, Mana-chan.

She means well.

Though I suspect it shall not help the results of that alcohol's after effects.

Might I suggest some nice teas to clean your system?

[Private, Written]

[superstitiouspirate]

[He made a face at the suggestion of tea appearing written in his journal, and then fumbled around for his quill managing to scratch out a badly written reply.]

Rum or water is all I be drinkin' i don't trust other... things.

[voice]

[thethundersaid]

... are you on this ship? [Disbelief. He's looking for the source of the sound now.]

[voice]

[superstitiouspirate]

An' what ship be that?

[voice]

[stolenmemories]

[She listens and hasn't heard that folk song in a very long time. Maybe since space-pirates don't enjoy hanging onto ancient traditions.]

I was always more fond of 'what do you do with a drunken sailor', less murder, macabre, and death. But the phrasing leaves something to be desired.

[voice]

[superstitiouspirate]

I've not heard o' that one a'fore how does that shanty go?