WWLXII: Dead Men Do Tell Tales

[Brinniel]

It was barely dawn 'n th' crew was still processin' th' death 'o Inziladun Jones. But Lommy th' Infected was ready to get th' day goin' 'n she eagerly grabbed her pitchfork.
"Alright mateys," she said. "Let's end 'tis day early 'n murder that swab Mac Sparrow. He's obviously a mutineer 'n I won't be satisfied 'til I spy wit' me eye him in Davy Jones' treasure chest."
"Why do ye have a pitchfork on a scurvy pirate ship?" asked Eön Bloodbeard. "Seems a wee bit random, don't it?"
"Don't ask questions," th' quartermaster snapped back. "'An don't just stand thar like blubberin' idiots. Be on wit' it 'n lynch th' mutie already!" She gave a fierce roar as she pointed her pitchfork at th' cooper.
Boromir th' Malformed shrugged. "Well, she does have a point. That Mac Sparrow has be actin' awfully weird lately. We probably would be better off without him."
A few others nodded in agreement, 'n grabbin' their makeshift torches, they surrounded Mac Sparrow.
"Let's lynch him now!" yelled Lommy th' Infected.
"Arrrrr!!!" replied her followers.

Th' frightened Mac backed away from th' mob, 'til he found himself trapped in a corner.
"Avast thar," he cried in desperation. "ye can't murder me, I be th' one who's be protectin' ye all 'tis time."
"Don't listen to him," Lommy retorted. "That be bilge he speaks. He's just lyin' to save his sorry self. Now let's be done wit' it 'n murder him!"
"But what if he really be th' protector?" said Ham-Hands Izzy, lowerin' her torch in hesitation.
"'O course he's not," replied th' quartermaster. "Now what all ye be waitin' fer? Lynch him!"
"Don't ye see?" Mac Sparrow told th' crew. "She wants me dead because she knows that once th' deed be done, she 'n her mutie buckos gunna have killed enough to control th' Grey Gaurhoth."
"Ye're right, Sparrow," replied Shark Tooth Shasta. "Lommy be much too bloodthirsty to be an innocent. She wants to lynch Mac Sparrow, but I say we lynch her!"
"Arrrr!!!" agreed several others. They picked their torches back up 'n turned around towards Lommy th' Infected.
"Oh c'mon, ye scallywags aren't really goin' to believe Mac, be ye?" Th' quartermaster was becomin' frantic. "Don't murder me, murder him!"
But th' corsairs did not back down.

Realisin' her fate, Lommy dropped her pitchfork 'n took off runnin' in th' opposite direction.
Mac Sparrow picked up th' pitchfork. "Get her!!!" he shouted, 'n th' crew started after her.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Lommy screamed.
"Arrrrrgh!!!!" yelled th' mob.

After a few laps around th' ship, they finally caught up to her. Mac Sparrow knocked Lommy over 'n proceeded to stab her wit' th' pitchfork. Shark Tooth Shasta, Ham-Hands Izzy, 'n Almost-Blind Nerwen joined in on th' fun usin' forks from th' galley (since thar were no more random pitchforks lyin' around). They continued to stab 'til Lommy stopped twitchin'. Th' poxy quartermaster was no more.

"Oh, ye gunna so regret 'tis in th' mornin'," th' ghost muttered.



The Living:

-Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner
-Shark Tooth Shasta ~ First mate
-Snifflin’ Mac Sparrow ~ Cooper
-Almost-Blind Nerwen ~ Navigator/Sea Artist
-Cowerin' Gwath Slasher ~ Powder Monkey
-Ham-Hands Izzy ~ Striker
-Short Ruth Mithril ~ Cook
-Stinkin' Eön Bloodbeard ~ Powder Monkey


The Ghosted:

-Black Death Brinn ~ Captain ~ shish kabobed (mod)
-Slippery McCabbie Dagger ~ Boatswain ~ danced the hempen jig
-Lil' Green the Staggering Drunk ~ Powder Monkey ~ drank up all the rum
-Dancin' Mira Blythe ~ Striker ~ danced her way off the deck
-Whinin’ Eomer Bonny ~ Musician (Pur-loined Violin) ~ his pur-loined violin pur-loined him
-High-Pitched Annu ~ Surgeon ~ halved by her own saw
-Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook ~ gave her heart to Davy Jones
-Legless Sally Dawkins ~ Carpenter ~ was shark bait for a day
-Puffy Shirt Rikae ~ Cabin Boy ~ was never fond of pointy objects
-Pirate Nogrod the Fashionably Late ~ Gunner ~ had an unfriendly encounter with cold steel
-Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe) ~ death by seagull
-Gangrenous Inziladun Jones ~ Pilot ~ was a little too attached to the wheel
-Pirate Lommy the Infected ~ Quartermaster ~ mobbed by her own mob


Night 7 has begun. Aggressors attack and gifteds make your choices.