Trouble in the Western Waters

[Aindriahhn]

"I could call up some wind maybe?"

[Tobias]

Tobias was in the heart of Gon. He looked around frantically, untill he saw what he was looking for...A Bull.

The sign had a huge Bull on it. Underneath, written in cursive, was the word "Stampede." Tobias stepped into the small corner shop, looking around, when he saw the man he was looking for.

Standing up when hearing his name, he was about the same height as Tobias. Wearing a strange dirty orange / tanish shirt with steel plates on the shoulder blades and a pair of dungarees. He looked quite plain, well, except for the slicked back red hair and metal band that held it up. On his back was what appeared to be a backpack that appeared to be made out of a steel alloy, yet it had no straps that led to his shoulders, but just seemed...attached. Jutting out of the lower ends of the pack appeared to be two revolver handles, both a mud brown color, and the steel colored with a blackish tinge. Out of the top of the pack was a grip that led down inside the pack. What it was for, now isn't the time to tell.

The man looked over at Tobias, and smiled. He hadn't seen him for quite some time...and it was good to see a familiar face in his store for once. Tobias just smiled back, and called to him: "Stampede...I think we may need you. Get suited up, i'll explain on the way."

[Geron]

Geron came out from the mast of the boat, smelling of fish guts, throwing the inedible organs of his catch into the sea. He has no idea what has been going on on the island.

[Diablo]

Diablo had disapeared from his perch in the trees way before the others saw the ship. The monster had been swiming under water vigorisly untill he reached the BloodTide. He swam up under it to the back and slowly climbed the back barly making a sound. When he reached the top, he peered over the edge to get a glimps of the guards.

(say what i saw.. how many and where Jolly is.)

[Jolly Roger]

OOC: Sorry lads. Schooling has kept me from updating this here topic. Bilge suckin Hist'ry teachers!

IC: Jolly Roger paced about the deck impatiently. "Looks like we've been spotted lads. We need them cannons prepped and ready." Four of the crew members ran to the two big guns on the main deck. Meanwhile three more had come up to the deck bearing muskets and powder. "Now, at your ready men, you can fire at the sharkbait."

-Just to clarify for ye, there are 7 men on the deck with JR at the bow. And a seadog in the crow's nest. 8 plus JR. There ye go Diablo!

[Aindriahhn]

*Aindriahhn concentrates, smashing the oncoming with wind, hoping to tip it or something nice like that*

[Diablo]

Diablo peers over one last time before unsheathing his sword. Diablo grabs hold of the rail and hauls himself up making sure not to be seen and hides behinde some crates in the corner for a moment or two. He leans up on the crate while crouching down and slowly creeps his way to the edge and looks over and sees that all the crewmen are scrambaling around preparing the cannons, none noticing him. Diablo sneaks his way to the crows nest and climbs up as fast as he can. Diablo grabbed hold of the rail and fliped over and brought the sword down on the seadog relativly quite.

[Aindriahhn]

*Aindriahhn gives up on the wind*

"Bloody hell, should have practised when I had the chance. "

*Hefting his claymour, he waits for the oncoming ship*