Freezair, Robopup, Kelica, PimaBean, Shaetani, and some specifically invited others...Please post your pets pictures so I know who's part of the crew and so I know what species we'll be using! I have to keep this record in my pen so I don't forget who to message when the Bloodfang appears somewhere else. Onto the RPing!
IC:
Cap'n Tagg~Fawkes~Sakorai~Jack
There it was: the Bloodfang. Its wooden hull gleamed in the sunlight, and Roger sighed peacefully. This was it. His crew was coming, he had his ship after many moons of wanting, and he was finally what he always wanted to be: Captain. Oh, how it rolled off his tongue! He loved it. He quickly padded down the dock, his loyal crew following. His Polly, Fawkes, flew over him, Jack the Monkey almost always on his back, and Sakorai rolling behind, his dark obsidian blade held between his teeth. Captain Roger Taggerung Fishbone. Oh, how he loved his name! It was like a song that was never sung. Oh, that reminded him. "Ohhhhh! Yo ho ho and a bottle o rum!" he sang, his voice a low and beautiful tenor. Sakorai groaned as he hopped to his feet and tied a black bandana to his head, to keep his ears from flopping into his face like they usually did. They slowly made their way up the entrance board, taking in the glory of the ship and all that they would do. It excited them, and it hung and buzzed through the air like magic does when a Meji passes by. The lucain captain enjoyed Mejis, very much. He should really get one on his crew. Then they could really get some good plundering done. He smiled his wide toothed grin, a silver tooth gleaming in Sakorai's face. "Come aboard, lads, she's ours!" he shouted, suddenly a man. He was a cocasion male with black hair that was long, but not too long. Some hung in his face, but he would manage. He was also lanky and tall, about 5' 10", and he had muscle, but not much. A sword in a black leather sheath hung from his thick black belt. He fiddled with it, but fought the urge to take it out, fear then suddenly overwhelming that urge. Never would he take that sword out, never. He had an assassin, and his fists. Why would he need the sword? But no pirate is complete without a sword, or a Polly. He blinked at Fawkes, his blazing colors making his eyes water. But he worked well as a beacon that could be seen through the night, and eliminated the use for candles. So he was glad to have him. Jack climbed up his back and clung to his shoulder. "Cap'n, where's the rest of the crew ye gathered?" he asked quietly, scratching his head.
Tagg smiled again, leaning over the railing. "I sent my messenger out earlier. Don't worry, they'll be here soon." he said, patting the Rengosett. How comforting his companion could be. He walked along the boards of the ship, his brown boots squeaking quietly. "Ah, smell that sea air!" he said loudly. Jack smiled. "Aye, very enjoyable, sir." the Rengosett growled with delight. Fawkes perched on the Crow's Nest, looking out for others of the crew. He was humming a small sea shanty, knowing his squawking would only annoy Tagg. Sakorai was off the boat, rolling some barrels of fresh water onto it. "Shove some down below, and some on the bow. and poke some holes in them, so that they can fill again when it rains. Barrels are expensive, and so is filling them up. Now get to it!" he shouted the orders at his small crew for now. Sakorai pulled out his dagger, and Jack jumped off Tagg's back and started to roll some barrels already on the ship down the stairs to the storeroom and the barracks. The captain's room was on the other side. Tagg, pleased with his orders, shouted, "Call out when the rest of the crew is here, mate!" to Fawkes, and dismissed himself to his quarters.
[[Captain-1, Fawkes-9, Jack-1, Sakorai-14]]