There was a shadow before the moon, and then the man the Captain called the Indian stood on the deck. His long black hair, pulled into a tail, and his tanned, leather skin were not that of a Chilean native. He said, gently, that if the machi were released, the crew might yet survive - the look in his eyes left no room for negotiation. As the men hastened to obey his orders, the Captains door blew open, and the Captain strode out, pistol raised.
"So you're finally here, you bastard."
The man looked sad, and nodded. "Why do you follow me, Captain? Even here, to the ends of the earth, you follow me. I have found peace here, finally - even, at times, happiness. I live for these people, and you come here, you threaten them - why? I have given you everything - what more could you possible want from me?"
The Captain fumed. "The idol, Indian."
The Indian's eyes widened, and his voice grew low. "I know not of what you speak."
With a belch of fire and smoke, the pistol went off, and blood splattered from the Indian's shin, forcing him to a knee. His eyes flashed, and the wind picked up as rain began falling on the deck. He did not scream, or shout, or make a sound, though - he merely grimaced.
"Captain, I will give you what you wish, if this is what you are willing to do for it - but if our friendship ever meant anything, you would leave right now, and give up your search. She is gone, Captain."
"Where is the idle?" the Captain asked, drawing his sword now.
"Mocha Island, Captain. It's been moved to Mocha Island. But if you seek it out..."
"Leave, now, while you might still live. Take your old woman with you. Men, we leave, now!"
By the next day, the weather has once more turned sour, and while the storm is not bad, nor is it showing any signs of lessening.
The Captain himself says he will lead the expedition - notquitethere and a handful of others will stay on the ship -
Caz, Urist Imiknorris, and Deathsword will accompany him.
As of now, the game has ended - with this team composition, it has become impossible for the mutineers to win. I will write up the last day of the story if people so wish, but post the final results here.Notquitethere and Deathsword, loyalists, have won!Mutineers have been defeated.Caz was a Mutineer, a Pirate and Naturalist.
Urist Imiknorris was a Mutineer, Seawitch and Expedition Leader
notquitethere was a Salty Dog and Lookout
Deathsword was a swashbuckler and shipwright.Scumchat:
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