Pirate Island Event - Sept 11-13th

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Pirate Island Event - Sept 11-13th
Topic Started: Aug 25 2009, 10:29 AM (313 Views)
kalixgaudreau	Aug 25 2009, 10:29 AM Post #1
Initiate Posts: 4 Group: Members Member #259 Joined: August 25, 2009	Wanted: Those not afraid of the perils of the Sea! Looking for able-bodied sorts who can swing a sword, shoot a pistol and carry a tune in a bucket. Come aboard for high adventure and thumbin’ yer nose at the stinkin’ Brits! Likelihood of death is high, but infamy and fortune guaranteed! The next Pirate Island event is on September 11-13th. New players and weekend staff are welcome any time! For more information, or to pre-register, please visit our website: http://pirates.larp.com – and for a teaser for our September event, please read below! Kat Alix-Gaudreau Pirate Island LARP Listen up, yer scallywags, for here’s how it happened long ago upon the seas… We had put into port that very afternoon, and me and some of the crew were up at a fine watering hole, slaking our thirst for rum and fresh food and a bit o’ gentle company. As we wiled away our coin, the hour grew late and the lamps on the docks were all alight. Peaceful, it was. I was about to comment on the pretty scene to the pretty woman on me arm, in an effort to encourage her affections towards the world in general and me in particular-like, when a fog began to roll in. It was a smothering fog, all unnatural and very disquieting – clearly not in keeping with the fine weather we had been enjoyin’. And then, somewhere out in that fog, I glimpsed a ship – its sails hung motionless, but it moved swiftly through the water, coming up close on land – far closer than the draft of a normal ship would have allowed. It was a cursed ship, that much was plain when her crew started to come ashore. They swarmed the docks, torching and putting their fellow pirates to the sword. I was just gathering me pistol and cutlass to go help me crew – I swear, by the sea and my own mammy’s grave that I was – and then I saw her, and my very soul turned coward. She strove onto the land from the water, a horrible sight to behold. By the swagger and her mighty pistol, I knew her for the captain of that dread ship. And with her followed her cursed crew, drug up from the bowels of the sea. Their eyes were empty and cold and they made no sound as they fell upon the hapless brethren on the docks. And I, I who had fought against more terrors on the water than most, I turned tail and fled. It’s likely that, had I not tripped and fallen, knocking myself out and being rolled under a building by a helpful passerby, I would have shared the same fate as everyone else in port that day. In fact, if you ain’t ever heard of Callaway Port, it’s cause it ain’t there no more. It died that day, the day the Iceberg sailed into port. That was two years ago, and I ain’t heard nary a mention of such calamity, until now. There’ve been rumors, you see, and maybe a sighting or two, of a ship whose sails the winds forsake, but that glides quiet-like across the waves. A ship captained by a woman with no heart, and maybe no soul, and a crew that rises from their very graves to follow her. What her quest is, no one knows. Where she comes from, or even what her name is, no one is sure. All that’s known is the name of her ship, and that hell follows in its wake. Pirate Island: September 11-13th – Come Join the Adventure!


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