Sequel to "Pirates of the Fandom: Curse of the Good Ship"

OOC: Since I lost control of the thread due to Mod Cutoffs, I'm starting off fresh. May the Rp'ing commence!


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WolfStar Island, Early Afternoon

(Me and the crew of the Secret Rose sail back into Wolfstar Port, Where the Fanon Fleet is moored in resupply. We dock and we hurry to find the fleet commanders to warn them of possible Choclan patrols.)

Hermione potter: Are you sure they're coming.

Cricket: Positive. Peace-time patrols are punctual pains in the rear. It helps, however when you know the schedule. Dumb snobs never bend to circumstances or change the routine.

HermioneP: I know what you mean.

(We eventually find the bulk of the Admiralty and the good Commodore discussing a pricing plan with the local big wigs left in power after the death of both Kings.)

Me: Commodore! We have urgent news!

(Wesley excuses himself from the huddle and comes over to us)

Wesley: Captain... Your Majesty. What news is this?

HermioneP: There's an enemy warship coming. It'll be here in... (looks sideways at Cricket)

Cricket: About two hours.

(an aide, a Runan Lieutenant, suddenly rushes towards us(

Aide: Sirs! A Ship's just been sighted. No colours and no prior heading!

Wesley: How can a ship have no Prior Heading?

Aide: It... well... it sort of "sank in reverse".

(Suddenly, an apparent cannonshot, actually a giant reducto spell, shatters a house near the shore)

Dang!

Beg pardon for my long absence captain and now, if you don't mind me asking

WHO THE BLOODY HECK IS FIRING AT US?

bob: geez sis, no need to go nuts

cricket: all hands on deck, we need to return fire and we need to do it now!

doesn't answer my question!

*BOOM!*

and there goes another house, dang it!

(OOC: Welcome Back aboard Matey!)

Well, it's a little early for that warship, so... *groans*

On the Death Eater...

(Voldemort peers through a spyglass at the distant port of WolfStar. Suddenly, he lowers the glass)

V: STILL THE TRIPLE WAND!

(The trio of giant wands, banded together and serving as the main frontal weapon, goes silent as the last Reducto launches. It's handlers, shrouded figures stooped and shambling, look out at the appraching craft. One of the figures, if one watching, even lifted it's head, reveals bright green eyes contrasting the palid face and sopping tendrils of red hair.)

On the Secret Rose

Wall, slack the sails!

(the ship stops)

Cricket: So this is it? You take the ship down and we row back to land in the lonngpoats?


Well, after you tie me to the mast, of course.

(I hold up a length of rope, and suddenly Cricket looks as thogu she may get some enjoyment out of this afterall.)