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nofishinmypond.livejournal.com

Jack had decided not to actually leave the slip today, and was just fishing from where his boat was parked. He'd slipped while casting and the line had gone over the dock and landed in the water on the other side, but he'd just shrugged, called that good, and laid back to relax. Hopefully, no one would trip over that.

He'd lost his old sign, so he'd drawn up a new one with a piece of cardboard and a Sharpie.

Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Airmen do it better - even on a boat

nofishinmypond.livejournal.com

Jack had finally managed to fire enough bullets into the gator's skull to kill it, and was just starting to relax, when two more of the beasts climbed up out of a manhole.

"Oh, of course," Jack grumbled. "The sewers. Where else would giant alligators come from?"

And they started spitting mutant goldfish, too, and his pistol was nearly out of bullets, so he did what any respectable veteran of the armed forces would do: run away.

He had a little bit of a lead on the monsters when he got to the docks, which was good. "Unluckily for you," he called over his shoulder as he ran towards the Homer, "I like to follow the Boy Scout motto!!!"

He rushed into his boat's cabin, got out the metal box stashed under the bed, and unlocked it. The rest of the gear could wait; right now, he needed the P90. He slammed the magazine home, flicked off the safety, and stepped out onto the deck. "All right," he told the giant gators, which were now watching him suspiciously from farther down the dock. "Come get some."

[Open for gator carnage. Or for people wanting to rent the boat. One of the two.]

nofishinmypond.livejournal.com

Jack had gotten a voicemail from some kid this morning, so he was down at the docks waiting for her. He stood on the deck of the Homer, leaning against her cabin and sipping a beer, and watched the passers-by for anyone who looked like a "Karla".

nofishinmypond.livejournal.com

Jack set up his hand-lettered sign on the dock in front of his boat, and popped open a beer.

Captain Jack's Wild Ride

Cheap rates to float my boat!

After a few moments' consideration onboard, he got back out of the boat and added to the sign:

Call me! 555-JACK

Then he grinned, gunned the throttle, and set out to explore the waters around the island. The place was really pretty from a few hundred yards off shore.

capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com

Captain Jack Sparrow stood majestically atop the crossbeam of his ~~dingy's~~ ship's mast, gazing towards the island before him as he sailed into the dock.

And only half (maybe three-quarters) of the reason for him being up there was because the rest of the ship was underwater. This didn't break Jack's stride at all: his boots hit the wood of the dock just as the underside of his ship hit the bottom of the sea.

Jack gave a little shrug and adjusted his hat.

The squirrel who was on beach, lighthouse and dock duty looked up from his notebook and let out a shriek of outrage. This man looked far too much like the man who had run the radio on Nemesis Island to let his arrival go unannounced.

Before Jack could so much as raise an eyebrow he found himself on the ground, surrounded by a small army of angry furry rodents.

"Interesting," he murmured to himself as they carted him away.

[OOC: Establishy!]

Current Mood: kidnapped by rodents wtf

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Okay, so it had taken him a few days to realize that the radio staff wasn't broadcasting from the radio station.

They'll all gone on a ship, and left him, Captain Barbossa, behind on dry land.

This was the last straw.

"This be the last straw," he had informed the squirrels as he tossed the important things (clothing, rum, his pistol, every Taylor Swift CD he could find so he could dump them into the deepest part of the ocean...) into his sea bag. "I be a landlubber too long! I be needin' the wind in me hair, the salt on me face, the wenches who be appreciatin' me!"

That last one might be a tall order, but Barbossa was an optimist. And so, with a long parade of madly sobbing squirrels (they couldn't actually cry, but figured the pirate would enjoy the dramatics), he made his way back to the yacht he'd ~~stolen~~ completely legitimately acquired and stood proudly upon the deck.

"Me furry mateys," he said, waving his hat in the air, "'tis time for me to leave this wretched isle full of teenagers 'n find me way back t' the sea! T' pillage 'n plunder 'n not give a hoot! Fer now, I be leavin' the station in yer capable han--paws! Go out 'n impress yerself a new boss when ye get around to it!"

He meant the word "impress" in its 18th Century definition, naturally.

One of the squirrels began waving a white (well, white-ish. She'd acquired it from Barbossa's wardrobe) handkerchief.

He nodded his head at her, then fired up the yacht's engine. "Bring me that horizon!" he cried as he pulled out of the harbor. He'd stolen Jack Sparrow's ship twice. He had no problem stealing his catchphrase as well.

[OOC: And that's it for 'bossa! Thank you all for making him so much fun to keep around for (zomg) three and a half years!]

Current Mood: frustrated

cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com

Well the weather was not ideal, it was cloudy and a bit chilly, but the water was calm. And given that his boat was a flat bottomed skiff, that was good.

[For Millie.]

cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com

The Lucretia docked in the morning, and it took most of the time before noon to unload Tully, Twain, and his boat. Tully was the easy part of course. Years on the run had gotten him in the habit of packing light.

With a wistful sigh, Tully patted the hull of the Lucretia before it pulled back out into the bay. Then he turned towards the island.

He'd seen the castle from the deck, but at the time the chores of pulling into port had his full attention. Now he could fully boggle.

"A castle. Cleopatra sent us to an island with a castle."

Twain snorted. He didn't care if there was a castle, he was not going to be doing any jousting.

Tully shook his head and lead Twain off the docks to the street. "She's got a weird sense of humor all right, but I'm already a cowboy and a sailor and a lighthouse keeper. I'll be damned if I'm gonna be some kinda knight."

[It's open!]

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Barbossa's boots rang out on the wooden planks as he tied up his ~~totally legitimately acquired, for real~~ yacht. "I be hearin' o' isles that ye can only find if ye know where it be t' begin wit'," he grumbled, "but I ne'er be hearin' o' one that be movin' on ye!"

He stomped down on the dock again. "Ye were supposed t' be in Virginia!"

He took a swig from his bottle--the ground was always far too steady after months spent at sea--and tottered off towards the radio station.

[OOC: He's baaaack.]

Current Mood: the island moves wtf wtf wtf

arjiki-diamonds.livejournal.com

It was cloudy today, but certainly warm enough for Fiyero. Living in a cool, damp castle for the majority of his life made him think that anything even five degrees colder than this was still perfectly reasonable beach weather.

That would be the reason why Fiyero is sitting shirtless on the end of the dock, dipping his tattooed feet into the cool water and tapping a pencil against the middle of his chin. Sitting in his lap is a list:

To do.
-Try out for play. (Owe this much to Geoffrey for current lodgings.)
-Acquire a job ---> Book Haven? (Working with Liir might be very odd.)
-Finish reading up on the 'Town' ---> Questions to ~~Liir~~ Geoffrey.

He'd meant to write a few more things down, but when he puts the pencil to the paper once more it's to start a rather shaky sketch of the water.

joanna-stayton.livejournal.com

Joanna was loving this climate. She wasn't too sure what island it was across the way, but she had more than half a mind to buy it. "Andrew!" she barked. "After you bring me my champaign, you are to go mingle with the natives and see what it would take to procure my paradise. Offer them shiny things first: plastic bead necklaces, glass bonbon trays, Grant's old cuff links -- stuff like that."

She reclined, luxuriating in the sunlight. "And Andrew, send up one of the maids. She is to read aloud from the collected works of John Donne," she said. Joanna was a great fan of the metaphysical poets, even if she didn't really understand it. She took great pleasure in asking her staff to interpret what they had just read, and then laughing at their pathetic attempts.

"And Andrew," she called out again, before he had a chance to make an escape, "I'll have some fresh fruit. And smoked salmon. With capers and a fresh dill sauce."

Andrew stood there, awaiting further instructions. Joanna glared at him. "Well don't just stand there like an idiot! I've given you instructions."

[Post is totally open if anyone wants to come aboard!]

pieandcoffee.livejournal.com

The quaratine is still in effect to make sure that no one makes any attempt to leave the island. The usual troops and security type people are available to help those who may be ill or to answer any questions people may have.

The standard checkpoints are set up at the docks and causeway to make sure no one tries to get in or out. Dale ~~and perhaps the other PC Security type people if they are available~~ are moving throughout the town and checking in to make sure everything is secure.

[ooc: OCD is up!]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

Yesterday and last night had been particularly bad but the quarantine is back in place, making sure that no one makes any attempt, futile as it might be, to leave the island. There are security men and troopers to assist with taking any ill to the clinic or answer any questions that anyone might have.

Constable Fraser and Sheriff Mustang are moving throughout the town, checking in at different checkpoints.

(~~Wait for OCD please.~~ OCD is up!

Fraser and Roy will be moving around town and the checkpoints continuously. One of us will get you to ASAP if you ping in!))

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

The quarantine was still going strong the next morning. Men from both the security staff and the sheriff's staff had worked in shifts to make sure no one attempted to leave the island and to assist should anyone have needed help in getting to the makeshift hospital

As another day began, they were in position again, ready to stop those who made to leave, answer questions or assist in getting the ill to the hospital.

((~~Wait for OCD please.~~ OCD is up!

Fraser and Roy will be moving around town and the checkpoints continuously. This is going up early for some SP so Fraser or Roy might not respond immediately if they're needed but one of us will get you as soon as we can, I promise.))

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

It wasn't too long after the meeting at the school that the troopers and the school's security moved around the island. Two checkpoints were set up; one at the docks and one at the causeway to keep people from leaving that way. Troopers and school security were moving through the streets to keep an eye on things and to help a hand if necessary.

Roy himself seemed to be covering all the points at once. He was worried, but right now at least he had something tangible to do and he was intent on making sure no one would get to the mainland.

((~~Wait for OCD please.~~ OCD is up!

Fraser and Roy will be moving around town and the checkpoints continuously. If you want to talk to either of them, feel free to mod spotting them and we will tag in ASAP! Mmmmm uniforms.))

Current Mood: determined

the_merriest

The Fahrenheit flew into Fandom low and fast, skimming only a few feet over the waves. At the last possible moment, the engines let out a horrific whine and the airship skidded into a flat spin. It turned through 270 degrees and settled perfectly into position at the end of a pier. Almost perfectly into position. As the engines were spining down, a voice was shouting "I! AM! GREATEST!" in heavily accented English, and the airship was slowly lowering itself into the water, it took off the end of the pier with a loud CRUNCH.

A ramp lowered itself from the vessel, with a bald man in orange on it clinging to the railing for dear life. He straightened himself up, collected his wits, stretched, and stepped off onto the pier. //"Damn fool boy..."//

Six people wearing matching outfits that could only be called garish, despite being almost entirely solid blacks and browns, followed him down the ramp. The goggles really didn't help. Cid turned to them. //"All right. We need food, fresh water, axle grease for the number 2 rotor... Aw, hell, why am I telling you this? Y'all know what to do. Off with ya!"//

He waved them on and they nodded at each other and chanted in unison. //"One, two, break!"// They started walking down the pier into town, but then Cid called to them and waved them back.

//"Hey! HEY! While you're at it, try to grab a couple'a whatever passes for a decent steak around here. My daughter's coming home!"// They all nodded to him and left again.

He started to follow, and then saw the damage to the pier. And facepalmed. "BUDDY!" he called up the ramp, and switched to English. "BUDDY! When you get back to the bridge, give m'boy a smack upside the head, will ya? Only thing the boy's good at is flying the damn thing, and he can't even do that right!"

He sighed. Back to the task in front of him. He rubbed his hands together excitedly and grinned. //"Now, which way to this "school" of theirs, I wonder? M'little spitfire's waiting!"//

(OOC: written by

sarcasm_guy, who will be your Cid for this evening. Establishy but open if anybody wants to poke the crazy Al Bhed.)

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack found himself heading to Caritas way too early, so rather than stand around outside a closed bar (never a good look) he took himself for a walk around town, somehow ending up at the docks.

Hands shoved in his pockets, he stared out over the water. There was something peaceful about the ocean. Cold, but peaceful.

mildly-super.livejournal.com

With a cooler filled with things to drink and a few cold cut sandwiches, clark sat at the end of the peir on a lawn chair, fishing.

Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: Jimmy Buffet

mildly-super.livejournal.com

Clark had checked the directory and this was where it said Artie lived. In a portapotty. Which was just strange. But then, robbing a place with a hammer and a threat of Aluminum Siding was weird too.
But he'd overheard Jarod say this was not like Artie. So whoever this Artie was, Clark wanted to find out for himself what was going on.
It was also possible he'd heard wrong. All the other times he'd done the surruptitious eavesdropping he'd had super hearing after all.

Clark's looking for Artie, but he'll talk to anyone.

Current Mood: curious

crankycaretaker.livejournal.com

Some shadowy figure is poking around the docks. Every so often, one can hear, if one is listening, the figure go "Arrrrrr!" for no reason.

Who could be doing that at this hour?

It's certainly not three cotton swabs and a flashlight.

You should probably stay away.

Current Mood: predatory
Current Music: Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

Pippi has pulled The Bag of Gold up onto land. She has the boat resting on some saw-horses upside down and is stripping the hull of paint and tar. There's a tarp spread out on the ground to catch what she strips off for proper disposal later.

There are several gashes along the underside of the boat. They're pretty deep but don't go all the way through. All and all, this boat has seen better days.

( Cut for a Sea Chanty )

[[ooc: Mostly for Al, but feel free to drop by.

Current Mood: busy

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

From around the east side of the island, a small boat travels through the water towards the dock. The passengers are all looking rather tussled, possibly a little tired.

"Not to self." said Pippi pulling the ores in (one of which appears to have been chewed on by something with large teeth) and letting the boat drift up the rest of the way. "Moonlight cruises are right out."

Current Mood: awake

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The Docks, Wednesday

From the Streets to the Docks, Friday Noon-ish

The Docks, Thursday Afternoon

The Docks, and all around the island, Monday Afternoon

The dock [afternoon]

The docks [sundown]

The docks and around the island, Tuesday

From the Docks to the Lighthouse, Wednesday

The docks [afternoon]

Docks - Wednesday - August 27 - [Open!]

Aboard the Immaculata, at the Docks, Tuesday

Around the Island: Friday

Around the Island [Thursday]

Around the Island [Wednesday]

Around the island - Tuesday

Thursday Afternoon: The Docks

Down near the docks: Friday late afternoon

The docks, throughout Saturday.

The Docks Monday Afternoon

Around the Docks: Late Saturday night

Docks: Saturday Afternoon

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