Round 2 - OOC

He drifted in the open ocean for six years, surviving purely by drinking sea water (which due to his wooden kidneys was perfectly safe to do) and feasting on any curious fish that got trapped in his barrel chest looking for whatever it is fishes like to eat.

The figure standing on the docks thumped the barrel a second time for good measure.

“I'm sorry, “Darling” but this race could use one less competitor.”

Rolling the barrel towards the edge of the pier, the stranger gave it a final thump before shoving it over the edge.

“Don't worry though, you're being shipped home to daddy.”

Turning away from the final resting place of Angela Tasman, the figure glanced up at the now captain-less schoener with its emerald flag fluttering silently in the night air.

“Too bad, I forgot to make sure you'd float.”

Unlike the other barrels bobbing towards a merchant ship bound for Europe, Angela's conveyance slowly began to sink...most likely from the rocks that had been placed around her feet.

She plopped down upon a stool ... Turning back towards the entrance, the Captain found herself facing another figure but had very little time to register more than shock. The person grinned and then punched her square in the face.

A Smuggler's Song

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Running round the woodlump if you chance to find
Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,
Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play.
Put the brishwood back again - and they'll be gone next day!
If you see the stable-door setting open wide;
If you see a tired horse lying down inside;
If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;
If the lining's wet and warm - don't you ask no more!
If you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red,
You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
If they call you "pretty maid," and chuck you 'neath the chin,
Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been!
Knocks and footsteps round the house - whistles after dark -
You've no call for running out till the house-dogs bark.
Trusty's here, and Pincher's here, and see how dumb they lie -
They don't fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by!
If you do as you've been told, 'likely there's a chance,
You'll be given a dainty doll, all the way from France,
With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood -
A present from the Gentlemen, along o' being good!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie -
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by.

The woman grinned mirthlessly as the wench screeched and lunged for her eyes. Several men pulled the fair haired woman away kicking and screaming towards the door. The Captain then smiled a true smile and turned back towards the bar.

Turning back towards the entrance, the Captain found herself facing another figure but had very little time to register more than shock. The person grinned and then punched her square in the face.

She planned her next steps carefully; she managed to sink the Atlantis while only a mile or so from shore, and just after leaving her particular port. She was the only survivor, strangely enough; there was only one dinghy aboard that was seaworthy, thanks to her diligent efforts, and she knew which one that was. The ship's cook managed to clamber in with her, who she dispatched with her 18th birthday present, a silver-hilted stiletto, and shoved overboard.

Her eyes are keen and the deep greenblue of the water as they leave the shallows, lined at the corners with squinting into the wind and sun.

Many years later Darsa is sailing among the pirates as a respected and somewhat feared Captain; her casual disregard for those not of her crew is legendary.

There is a historical reference in smuggling goods through simple displacement, in such an example, one would locate a cargo or selevtive goods, usually while on the targeted vessel or loading dock, which usually spoke of stealth or good relations, meaning bribes or paid off friends.

A common practice was to take a water barrel or pickling barrel, then drain it, load it with dead weight, place the goods inside, seal it with hot wax, and sink it in shallow waters, quite litterally off the side of a dock or ship in high tide, then the goods were easily enough recovered once the tide had let out.

Simple enough yes?

(^_^)

Laha