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Post by Host Jeremiah on Aug 26, 2014 1:04:59 GMT
Two tribes submitted fantastic stories that we'll share later.
One tribe, unfortunately, did not....
KIDD and EVERY
Are immune at tribal council tonight.
LOWE, because you did not submit a story, you have a date with me at tribal council, where you will lose another member.
Best of luck. Tribal council will be up shortly. |
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Post by Host Jeremiah on Aug 26, 2014 4:20:59 GMT
also here are your stories Every: Henry Every smiled. His crew behind him were scrambling to gather up the treasure they had just stolen from the Mughal fleet. After a fierce battle against the ships ran by Lowe and Kidd (both of which had sunk), the treasure was theirs, and they were planning on taking it to a far away island, where they aimed to take each of their shares and bury the rest. The island they were planning to bury it at was treacherous and infamous for being the death of many a pirate, however, it would create the perfect hiding spot for his treasure.
Every turned around and surveyed his crew, who had begun to set sail for the island. 3 men and 3 women, they had all banded together under Every’s leadership to claim the treasure. Natalie, the youngest, was a simple-minded girl, who, after being abandoned by her much older lover Rob, had been incredibly easy to take under his wing. Kelly, on the other hand, was much more cutthroat, and had been on a manhunt against a friend who had wronged her, Lex. The oldest women, Katie, was also intelligent, but in his opinion, talked too much. For the men, there was Colby, by far the hardest worker on the crew, Brett, a man of few words, and Edgardo. Every had used all of their weaknesses to his advantage in order to turn them into a formidable crew; however, while they believed they would all be getting a share of the treasure, Every had much different intentions- if he had his way (which he always did), none of them would be leaving the island alive.
They set sail at midnight, when the crescent moon hung low and dim like the puffy eye of a drunkard. Each of the 7 was paddling their own small boat, loaded heavily with portions of treasure. Their oars skimmed across the choppy surface of the water. Nobody spoke. Each of them kept their eyes trained on their destination: the Isla Espada. The island’s long dark shape loomed against the bruise-colored clouds like the dorsal fin of some primeval sea monster.
Though the pirates couldn’t make out any details from this distances, they all knew the lore. Isla Espada was the subject of boundless lore and myth, it’s name spoken in fearful whispers in bawdy houses and taverns the world over. Espada was an accursed place, steeped in death and tragedy, so much so that it had taken on the moniker Corazón del Diablo: Heart of the Devil.
The seas surrounding the isle were treacherous. Lurking just beneath the surface were treacherous jagged spars of razor sharp coral and volcanic rock that could scythe through a boat’s hull and sink her in a trice. The isle itself was no less dangerous. Isla Espada was shaped roughly like a scimitar, a broad curve of rock rising high out of the ocean. The vast majority of the island’s land mass sat well above sea level, separated from the sea by fifty-odd feet of sheer cliff face. These cliffs were unscalable, and the island would be completely inaccessible from the sea if not for a small cove at the isle’s southernmost point (the “handle” of the scimitar, as it were) where the rock dipped to meet the sea. From there, it was said, one could head north towards the scimitar’s tip. Exactly what they might find there was anyone’s guess - none had ever made it that far, or at least no one who’d lived to tell the tale. This, Henry Every reasoned, made Isla Espada the perfect hiding spot for the Mughal’s treasure.
When they finally arrived, Every was in awe. Isla Espada was even larger than what he ever imagined, and as daunting as he had hoped. No pirate was going to get away with his treasure. It was unlikely that even without Every’s murderous plan they would all survive the trek, a sentiment that was reflected in many of the crews faces. Katie and Brett had turned incredibly pale, and Natalie silently shook in the corner. This might be easier than I thought.
As they packed up their equipment and treasure, Every sneakily packed in extra supplies and treasure into Colby’s pack; not as a token of friendship, but rather, to wear him down quickly. Colby was the strongest crewmate he had ever had, and if he wanted to take him out, weakening him would be key.
As they began the trek up, Every noticed that his plan didn’t seem to be working. Colby showed no signs of struggling; however, Natalie seemed to be lagging behind. Perfect. “Natalie, if you’re struggling why don’t you give some of your weight to Colby. He certainly can handle it!” Natalie nodded eagerly, looking forward to an easier load. Colby, however, looked less sure, but took the weight regardless. Sure enough, he soon started to slow down, eventually gasping that he needed a break. “We’ll take a break up there,” Every said, gesturing to a nearby boulder, just beyond some treacherous roots at the edge of the cliff. Unable to handle the weight any longer, Colby took off the pack and began to carry it in his arms towards the boulder, before tripping and rolling towards the edge of the cliff.
“HELP,” Colby shouted, clinging to the edge of the cliff for dear life, as his pack began to roll towards the edge as well. Every immediately dove down to grab Colby, who sighed with relief. “Now pull me up!” Every eyed the treasure, which was getting closer and closer to the edge. “Forget the treasure! Help me up!”
“Sorry, old friend,” Every replied. “Treasure first.” Every let go of Colby, who fell to his death,
while Every lunged and grabbed the pack. Every turned to his crew, a new, evil glint in his eye. “Be careful, because if it comes between you and the treasure, the treasure will always come first.” Every shoved Colby’s pack into Natalie’s arms, who struggled under the weight.
Katie glared at Every. “No,” she said. “You just let Colby fall to his death! I’m leaving,” and with that, she about-faced and marched into the jungle, barely making it 20 feet before a baboon burst from the trees and grabbed her, instantly killing her. Thud. Her pack fell to the ground, with a sprinkling of blood on it.
“Anyone else?” Every said. Natalie began to cry, but began to march forward, with Edgardo, Kelly, and Brett sullenly following. Every marched behind them, his gun cocked towards Brett’s back, in case he decided to run.
A short while later, they arrived at a ravine, with a narrow, sketchy bridge leading across. Perfect, thought Every. This would be the perfect place to knock someone else out. Sure enough, as Edgardo began to cross the bridge, Every noticed that the logs holding the bridge in place were bending. This could pose a problem, he thought. Nonetheless, he went last, hoping the bridge would last long enough for them all to get across.
It didn’t.
Just as Edgardo, Natalie, and Kelly had safely reached the other side, both of the logs on the opposite end gave out, forcing Every and Brett to hang on for dear life, praying the other logs would stabilize. As they slammed against cliff wall, they both began to climb for their life. Natalie began to scream, and Edgardo ran to comfort her, leaving just Kelly to hoist up the bridge. As the reached the top, disaster struck- one of the logs began to fall, forcing Kelly to have to choose between Brett and Every over who to save, and who to fall to their deaths. This is it, Every thought. His murder of Colby would come back to haunt him. Much to his surprise, Kelly ran over to him, and brought him up to the top first, leaving Brett, who was clinging by the very tips of his fingers.
“Give me your pack!” Kelly commanded. “You’ll be too heavy with it on!” She held Brett’s free hand as he struggled to take the pack off, before finally handing it to her. “Wrong choice,” she sneered, before taking the heavy pack and slamming it against his fingers, causing him to lose his grip and fall. Every was in shock. Turns out he had one completely loyal crew member, after all.
Natalie began to go into hysterics over Brett’s death, causing Every to snap. “Natalie, do you hear something? I think I hear Boston Rob in the jungle!” Natalie gasped and immediately ran into the jungle, only to be bitten by a snake and died.
“Enough!” Edgardo cried, who pulled out a knife and attacked Kelly. “You traitor! Why would you let Brett die?” He and Kelly wrestled in the grass, while Every casually pulled out his gun, aimed it at their flailing bodies, and fired, secretly hoping that he hit the right person. Sure enough, he did, and Kelly pushed Edgardo’s lifeless body off of her.
“Well, Kelly,” Every began. “You saved my life, and I saved yours. Why don’t we split this treasure 50/50 and go our separate ways. I see a cave over there, a perfect spot for us to hide our treasure.” He turned around and began to carry the packs over to the cave, before hearing the cock of a pistol. He turned around and saw Kelly wielding a gun, pointing it right at his face. Before he could protest, her finger pulled the trigger, and the last thing Every saw before his body hit the ground was a flash of gold.
“Sorry boss,” Kelly said, stepping over Every’s dead body to collect his half of the treasure. “I wanted the treasure all for myself. You just made it easier.” With that, she silently began to bury the treasure, taking a small sum to carry with her off the island, and returned to the now empty ship. She would come back someday to collect the rest, but for now, she planned on returning to her old mission: getting revenge on her former friend, Lex.
Kidd: “It's your move, William”, said Captain Jeremiah. Young William moved his knight to D-6.  “There's no honor in what you're doing, Captain”, said William. “These are good men. They do not deserve to die." "That's checkmate.” All of the sudden the mighty LJ crashed into an iceberg. The ship is going down. Everyone is sinking. No chance of survival…  Perhaps maybe I should start all over. From the beginning--- It was all Ami. She started this whole thing. Captain Jeremiah had made her walk the plank. We watched her get eaten by a shark. It was a bit of a nasty sight.  Growing up as a hunter in Scotland, you see a lot of things, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I wrote to my mother Kathy and my beloved Alina every day, letting them know the story of my voyage. We were out to find new land. I was but a grunt on a ship with powerful men. My three best friends Charlie, Lex, and Malcolm had all been there by my side. On the day before we came to the new land the captain had begun to go mad. He executed his first mate Brian because of me. Because I saw who he was and I went to Brian for wisdom. I should've known it would come to this. Aras the chef was a bit of a snake. He told the captain everything. How I had gained a following. How Brian was ready to denounce his loyalty and follow me and my way of things. My 3 friends were next. That's when I knew. I challenged the captain to a game of chess. He prided himself on his chess game. If I win he would step down from his position and I would take over. If I lose, well, you get the idea. This was not a match I could afford to lose. Kathy my mother, my beloved Alina who I was set to marry, my friends Charlie, Lex, and Malcolm, who were all trusting in me to lead them. I had to win. We engaged in our match. Mirroring each other move for move. We were a lot alike. The difference between us is that I would not kill for pleasure or betray the men who swore their lives to me. So we played until the very end. “There's still no honor in what you're doing, Captain”, I said. “Ah, flashback humor”, he said. Then, crash!  The captain had been impaled by his own sword when I awoke. I must have been out for less than a minute. I gathered my thoughts and began to gather my crew. Only my three loyal friends had survived. I guess they took this as a chance to show Aras the price of treachery considering his head was sitting in the Captain’s quarters. This is where I am writing this letter. I may not survive this, my love, but if I do know that I will make it home to you. I will find a way... Three days later…  “What do we call this place?” asked Charlie. “My friends, I believe this to be America” I told them. “America?” asked Malcolm. “But I thought it was a myth?” “A land of freedom, where we may start our own legacy”, said Lex, with determination in his eyes. “So, shall we begin building our new vessel then?” I asked. “Aye, Captain Kidd.”  This is not my story, this is only the beginning. Scotland's greatest son will return. And they will know the name Captain William Kidd.  THE END |
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