Ok mates...

This ship looks like it needs some action. How's abouts some action?

I'm just a deranged parrot lost in Tokyo. I have a camera, a city with 12 million people, and some time to kill. Any requests for wierd pics? A little pinup material for the crew? I don't have pic storage, but if someone provides pic storage, I will try to provide piratical pics.

Requests please. Go ahead, make my voyage.

Signed,
Psyykotic Parrot, aka Pope Peter Gohzinya
Blood
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CREW!

We still have openings for the following:

Quarter Master (Navigator)
Master at Arms (Chief of Security)
Gunner's Mate (Shoots things)
Line Handlers
Sail Riggers
Supply Clerks
Cook
Ship Stewards
Chaplain (even pirates had religion)


Now, if you want to take up one of these, you have to make a post, a new post, not a comment to this one, explaining why you want it, and what you will do if given that position.

Also, update more!

I'm thinking of making a new poll. Any ideas for questions? And you should all feel free to do random shit in here too. You're crew, so everything is on topic, pretty much.

I think the crew needs a day of beligerance. We need to go out and do horrible things to people and loot random things.
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The story so far...

The Black Sheep came from a long, proud line of pirate chroniclers, reaching as far back as the 10th century. After that, the authenticity of the family tree becomes a bit questionable. Ram, one of the Black Sheep's ancestors was supposedly the chronicler for Sindbad the Seaman. Ram recorded adventures considered by many to be apocryphal, including the Seventh Voyage, the Golden Voyage, and the Eye of the Tiger.
Whether it is embelishment on the part of the chroniclers or extreme bad luck passed down from father to son, the family histories frequently record encounters with fantastic beasts. Mechanical minotaurs, collossal eagles, and a veritable zoo of huge, tentacled sea-creatures appear in these tomes. The last record of the Black Sheep's father describes some kind of ghostly whale that passed over the mast of the ship two nights in a row. His last entry reads...
"Captain Hall has taken it into his cabin-fevered mind to strike this phantom cetacean out of the sky, should it appear again to-night. He has instructed Perkins to construct a giant cross-bow of sorts in hopes of harpooning the creature. Poor Perkins has worked his hands raw constructing gas-bombs and repeating-muskets for the captain, and though I do not doubt his genius, I question his ability to carry out this new project safely. I know not what the result of this attack shall be, but if the broken hulls of unfortunate ships we saw cast upon the beach are any indication, I fear in my very soul the events we soon will face."

Code of Conduct

If any man/woman shall offer to run away, or keep any Secret from the Company, he/she shall be marroon'd with one Bottle of Powder, one Bottle of Water, one small Arm and shot.
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