Captain of the Black Hawk. Rogue. Villain. Traitor. Devil. They have given me all these names, and yet I am more... (#pirate, RP, the Golden Age of Piracy)
@RobbieTheBlack@powerfulpetyr@ChrissyTaggart_ Baelish had produced across the table, and then sat back in his chair, eyeing his companion quietly. Eventually he spoke.*
Bael’sh ain’ gonna like it, Rob. B’t w’re gonn’have t’hit th’British ships too. Oth’rwise ‘r whole front’s blown. Why’d ghosts /spec’fic’ly/ hit th’Spanish-
@powerfulpetyr@RobbieTheBlack@ChrissyTaggart_ ‘Specially’s ‘e is likely t’sell us both out, ‘fter a coupl’scores. *He reached for the bottle of whiskey and refilled both glasses.* I’ll source som’ new blood f’r it. An’ set ‘bout prep’n th’ship. I’m think’n Bonnet. /The Revenge/. Shoul’be fittin’.
*Swirling the amber liquid-
*Nassau.
/Bienvenido al infierno/, Ham thought glumly, as his small skiff pulled up to the mooring post. A place where the dreams are crushed, and good honest people are swept away like ash, and only the undeserving and the abhorrent succeed. He had avoided returning home for-
@RobbieTheBlack@ChrissyTaggart_@powerfulpetyr breaks out across his face.*
Rob, y’know, that’d work. Best o’ all worlds that. Leave som’live, t’tell o’the Phant’m ship o’Nassau. *He pours Robbie a glass of the whisky.* I like’t.
@RobbieTheBlack@ChrissyTaggart_@powerfulpetyr *Lyle lights a cigar as Petyr finishes his talking, and sits back in his chair. His attention however is grasped by Robbie, and as the big man details his plan, Lyle begins to sit further forward on his seat, his dark eyes watching in interest. As he finishes, a devilish grin -
@powerfulpetyr@RobbieTheBlack@ChrissyTaggart_ collection.*
S’I’m think’n cut. I reck’n 3 ways, 40-40-20. I shoul’get 40% as ‘ts my men’ll b’used f’th’ruse, an’ I’ll need t’divvy th’purse. 40% f’Rob: he’s run’ bout t’put this t’gether, an’ ‘e can p’t earn’ns ‘nto this place. That leaves y’20 t’share w’ya king George.
@powerfulpetyr@RobbieTheBlack@ChrissyTaggart_ *Penny looked at the card. “Mad Dog’s tailoring, alteration and repairs” was emblazoned across it.*
So y’didn’t hang y’boy, ‘t seems..
*Old uniforms. That could prove problematic to a discerning Spanish officer. He would have a word with Louis, to see if he could arrange -
@powerfulpetyr@RobbieTheBlack@ChrissyTaggart_ *Lyle pondered this a moment. Finally Baelish lowered himself into the chair, so that they were all sitting.*
So ‘ow y’thinkin’ o’doin’ it? *He held a hand out to Robbie, who grudgingly passed the bottle of whiskey. Having taken a gulp he passed it back.*