WANTED: MOTLEY SWASHBUCKLING PIRATE CREW. Apply within. References not necessary.

Wasting no time in the search for addition music and musicians, Goldhunter Gamer descends from the ship with Mercury the mouse in his pocket, deciding to break away from the crew and pass the tavern playing pirate pop in hopes of finding higher-brow entertainment and perhaps a musician or two to join him. As he passes the bar, he sees on the side of the road a note he himself sent to this island.

He picks up the note, gently fingering the delicate paper in his hand as the memories come back to him. Mercury runs out of his pocket, up his body, and down his arm to see what he was found. After sniffing the note, Mercury starts to nibble it on the side of it close to Goldhunter's hand.

Mice. No respect for progressive rock.

Goldhunter lets go of the note, allowing Mercury to take with him back into his pocket. As Mercury runs back up his arm and down his body, the note in his mouth, Goldhunter turns around to see who among the crew has joined him on the island.

 

Rosina Rumdrinker stumbles up from below decks

WHY IS THE RUM GONE?!

 

Today be a great tide! We will feast, an' eat upon th' armadillo Ben brought aboard. Any nay-sayers will face th' plank!

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Nervously, Pandamonium makes his way to the middle of the stage set on the poop-deck. He looks over his outfit twice, then takes a glance out to the audience. The lights set up behind the crew blind him, and he looks away, roughly trying to run through the lyrics in his head. He takes a couple paces towards the microphone set up for him, and taps it with his index finger, testing it's activity. He clears his throat as the music starts playing, lights go down on him, and the audience calms down.

I can be seein' ye stalkin' like a predator.
I`ve been here before.
Temptation calls like Adam t' th' apple
But I will nay on accoun' o'...

`Cuz I can read them velvet one good eye
an' all I be seein' be lies.

Nay more poison
killin' me emotion.
I will nay be frozen.
Dancin' be me remedy-remedy, oh!

Avast-avast prayin'
`cuz I be nay-not playin'.
I be nay frozen.
Dancin' be me remedy-remedy, oh!

Move while yer watchin'.
Dance wi' th' enemy.
I`ve got a remedy.
Oh, uh-oh, uh-oh!

Move while yer watchin'.
Dance wi' th' enemy.
Here be me remedy.
Oh, uh-oh, uh-oh!

 

*Stumbles up to Rosina Rumdrinker carefully balancing several flasks of rum*

Don't be worryin' lassy, there be plenty for all of us.

*Trips on a loose board and drops a flask*

Plenty for all of us but Vic.

 

Zumbro saunters up to Rosina and grabs a flask of rum

"Now, appletinis may be more my style, but this will have to do. I can't exactly steer us towards the secrets of the clitoris in my right mind, now can I?"

Zumbro downs the rum in one large swig, then walks away. It's certainly going to be a more interesting journey in about 20 minutes!

 

*stumbles out of Ben's cabin bound and gagged*

*muffled noises*

 

Stranger Steve , although sleeping keeps a keen ear for danger, hears rosinas cry for rum. Should one person not be able to fun rum by herself then there is obviosuly not enought!.

Takes a boat to health issue archiplageou and loots all the rum he can get . doing that the he has taken in several good looking men as prisioners.

ARRR get yea bodies out oh meh sight ! imma takes this loot into the crews cabins and y'all shall not enter until say I otherwise.

Stranger Steve scares the crew of of the crews cabin and takes his loot of good looking men and locks himself in there.

 

Nods appreciatively at Kellen for the rum, takes a mug and downs it. Stares confused after Zumbro, then shrugs and turns to see Ziv enter after a group of rather dashing prisoners into his cabin. She laughs and turns to, somewhat unsteadily, climb the main mast to take over watch in the Crow's nest.

 

Goldhunter Gamer stumbles back to The Wanderer's Compass, covered in glitter.

I shouldn't have gone back through the forests of pop. I have eight Lady Gaga songs, three Black Eyed Peas songs, and four Ke$ha songs stuck in my head now.

Seeing an unopenned bottle of rum on the deck, Goldhunter shrugs and picks it up, taking a swig before pocketing it.

Perhaps that shall help.