Rouge Tales

  • ALmiteychef
    Marauder

    Rouge Log: April 5, 2018

    ~Tis a short tale, mateys~

    There I was, on the wide-open seas, with just enough time for a short, well planned, and hopefully lucrative treasure hunt. I had decided to take on the open seas on a lonely, one manned sloop. I throw down my voyage proposal, vote it in and was surprised to find a 3 island hunt with multiple treasures on each; just what I did not have time for. With hope in my chest I set sail towards my first destination.

    Coming up on the first island I spotted half a dozen skellies in the distance, which I made quick work of with my cannon. To my surprise, their comrades surfaced as soon as my foot and peg were on dry land! After dealing with what seemed like an unnecessary amount of enemies, I proceeded to dig up 2 different chests, each dig coming with a handful of new skellies! After fighting my way back to my sloop, I sailed to my next two destinations and made quick work of them.

    As I head to the nearest outpost, I took a quick look at my watch; just enough time to make it back to work from my lunch break. Much to my dismay, there is a Galleon parked on the near side of the outpost. I sail out wide to try and stay out of view, finally settling on making port on the opposite side of the already docked ship. I drop anchor and notice a figure coming down the dock, and what does this scallywag have?!, a powder keg; WHY! I have to options, try and pick up anchor and sail to the next outpost, which I do not have time for, or chance it and hope to get one chest turned it. I grab my most lucrative chest and head up the dock. Me and the “powder barrel pirate” meet, locks eyes, and slowly walk past each other, each with an agenda.

    I turn in my chest, hear a loud bang, and accept that my loot is gone. I head back to the ship, just in case. As my sloop comes into a view I see the pirate, and we again lock gazes. I pull out my pistol, he grabs a chest, I take my shot, and he disappears to spend the next minute or so on the ship of the damned! My ship sinks, but I have enough time to get all but one chest back to the buyer. I go back for my last chest and as I come down the docks I see the bandit again, waiting patiently beside the gold hoarder. As I draw near to the tent, he waves, I set my chest down and wave back, and it’s at this moment I realize that he is going to let me pass. As a thank you, I pick my chest up, sat it at his feet, and wave goodbye.

    ~Twas quite a journey for a 20 minute voyage!~

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  • avecrux
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    @rogueal69 very nice story, but the beginning is quite weak. If you are alone, you do not throw an adventure and vote at the same time. Make some more magic for clashes with skeletons, in the end it's undead. Fighting with them in your edition sounded a bit like a routine. Hold my story about the legendary fort, with the fact that I had to translate it from Polish and may have some inaccuracies I can not catch. https://www.seaofthieves.com/forum/topic/42124/some-pirates-on-their-adventure-to-be-the-legends

    I will certainly read your other journals, because they are not too long to skip the post.

  • ALmiteychef
    Marauder

    @avecrux Thank you for the feedback! It will surely help in any future posts. I agree my skeleton fights were not glamorous, I just did not want to drag them out; but I will certainly add more granger in tales to come! I will be giving your post a read asap.

  • ALmiteychef
    Marauder

    Rouge Log: April 13, 2018

    ~Pirate Legend at the Helm~

    As I board the ship I hear an intense, growl of a voice below from the captains chambers, “Stay on them sails!!” Without a second thought I jump to the rear sails, turning them into the wind to gain every ounce of speed available. When I look up from my sail I come eye to eye with the bow of an enemy ship, hot on our rear; undoubtedly after the skull fort loot that the existing crew had just accrued. “Turn them sails!!” cries from the helm and I turn to meet a pirate of which the likes I had never seen, could this be a pirate legend? There he stood. A thick black mass protruding from his face, a jeweled captains hat, and a long black coat gave him every intention on mirroring the great Edward Teach, AKA “Blackbeard!”

    With tensions high and only one other crewmember, I was instructed to drop anchor for a pivot move; I did not ignore this order, I simply grabbed the anchor wheel and let it spin. Our ship jerked hard to the left, facing our port side to the oncoming pirates; right where our captain wanted it. “Fire!!” is the last thing I heard as the sound of cannon fodder filled the air, unleashing hell upon the enemy ship. With no time to turn the bow, their ship crashed into us rocking our vessel against the already swelling waves. As our enemy’s figurehead of Poseidon towered over us, two death hopeful pirates jumped from the bow spirit, only to land in the trap that was our the fearless “Blackbeard.”

    “Kill em all!!” rang through the air as the slashing and blunderbuss fire began. With our third crewmate disposed below deck, our captain and I faced the unwanted visitors. I lunged at the nearest pirate as he was heading for the anchor, knocking him from our ship. I turned to assist in the mutilation of the second ship jumper, only to see him dissipate into the air, leaving behind the smoke and the ringing of our captain’s blunderbuss. With two of their crewmembers grieving in Davy Jones Locker, I ascended our crow’s nest, grabbed a gunpowder barrel and jumped, hoping to land near the enemy anchor. As I landed the explosive barrel I held started to spark, which left me just enough time to drop their anchor. I close my eyes as I see the destructive, red barrel explode. When I open my eyes I find myself on the ferry of the damned, soon to return to our cannon riddled vessel. As I make my way back to the crew, I see sails down, in the wind, and an increasing lead on an already half sunken ship in the distance; my plan had worked!

    We’re out of planks, cannon balls, and low on bananas; with the last remnants of our ship intact, we begin to search vigorously for a place to cash in our spoils. In the distance sits dagger tooth outpost, the saving grace for our treasure and hole filled ship. As we near the beach of the glorious haven “Drop that anchor and get this s**t off our ship!!” bellows, again from the helm. Our ship comes to a halt and we begin unloading the vast amount of treasure we have plundered; including chests, from skull fort to sea fearers, skulls all of all variation, trinkets of war, and even a golden chicken. With our pockets full and our experience increased we turn to our barely floating ship and with a last sign of respect we scuttle our proud vessel, putting it to rest with the other great ships on the sea floor. Joyful cries, pistol fire and grog cups held high fill the air in celebration of our victory. With one last wave, our captain disappears from the island, leaving us with the hope that we can once again sail with the fearless and ferocious “Blackbeard.”

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