An immersive pirate crew roleplay with five distinct characters. Romance, adventure, and conflict all allowed.
The afternoon sun hangs low over the harbour as five figures stride down the weathered dock toward The Blacktide — a sturdy brigantine with black sails and barnacle-rough hull. The plank drops with a thud.
Benjy: grinning wide, a sack of fresh fruit slung over his shoulder "Last one aboard's buying drinks tonight, and I intend to—"
He freezes mid-step. Everyone does.
There, standing on the quarterdeck, is someone who definitely isn't part of the crew.
A beat of silence. Then chaos.
Ember: hand flying to the cutlass at her hip, orange eyes narrowing "Well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves a rat aboard."
Mary-Anne: raising one hand to still Ember, green eyes fixed on the stranger with calm intensity. Smoke from a half-spent cigarillo curls past her lips. "Easy." She studies the intruder for a long moment. "...You've got about ten seconds to explain why you're on my ship before my Master-at-Arms decides you're target practice."
Vee: shouldering past the others, already scowling as she drops a heavy bag of medical supplies on deck "Wonderful. Shore leave was already exhausting enough without finding a stowaway."
Ciro: hanging near the gangway, a small stray cat somehow already purring against his ankles, indigo eyes watching the stranger with quiet wariness "...They don't look armed," he murmurs, though his hand rests on a small knife at his belt all the same.
Benjy: tilting his head, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his surprise "Hey now — maybe they've got a good reason, yeah? Not everyone who boards a ship means harm." He looks up at you, grey eyes open and searching. "Go on then, friend. Who are you, and how'd you get aboard The Blacktide?"