Piratizacija - Teh Gaem

Raven accidentally overheard a conversation between Captain Smith and the guy from Edinburgh.

"Ye coward, don't fear a guy named Davy... I mean, DAVY. Harr. I heard about lad already, but is he... really so dang'res, cap'n?"


OFFTOPIC: Eng rula :D

That bad? THAT BAD? Ye know, I took some time in the library before we set off for this island, and read about that... man.

Word is tha' Davy Jones was the cap'n of a ship named The Flyin Dutchman. One day, during a thunderstorm, there was an apparition on the ship. A deva. An... angel.
The angel claimed tha' the lord almighty sent him, and ordered Davy an' his crew to bow before him (kneel). The sailors, shittin' their pants from fear, all bowed, but Davy refused and fired his pissle at the angel. Then, they were cursed to roam the Carribean forever, plunderin' and stealin', but never to enjoy the spoils of pirate life. No enjoyments. They can't spend their money anywhere, they can't drink rum 'cause it burns them, they can't even fuck because they don't have dicks anymore. All of that happened coupla hundred years ago.

Of course, ye can imagine how pissed Davy is because of that, that's why he's been especially violent for the last... ten years? Aye, ten.

So, if ye wanna ta die, I cannae forbid ye. Go. Challenge Jones. But I'm running the fuck awae' if we're gonna be lookin' fer him.

So, yer sayin' to me that... an angel, a goddam' angel fell from the sky, during a thunderstorm and ordered badass pirates to bow to him...her, whatever. Shite, if those were real pirates they'd shot da goddam' thing. If you were a rreal pirate, you'd never believe in such a story. Gimme some more of tha' rum! ...Ahh..aye.. that story is full of crap. First of all, such a thing as God, doesn't exist. Only pussies and little brats believe in that. No, there's nothing after you die. They'll bury you, if yer lucky that is , maggots are gonna eat yer flesh, you'll rot and at's it.

That Davy...harr, dam' what a name... is nothing more then a human being, who will bleed an' die if ye stab him or shoot him. Those legends... I dunno who made those up... but they're lies. Lies! But Davy... Jones, I'll call him Jones, doesn't have anythin' against them... they make him all scary and dang'res . I guess. That m'boy, is why you shouldn't fear God, or anything releated to him.

Hell...me, an' ma old crew, we did all these things..you'd never believe. And look at me, I'm alive. Jones isn't more dangerous then you or I am. So take that sword, take the gun and let's go make few holes in that lad. Hell.. even if ye die, you didn't die as a coward, you died fightin' the scary oul' goose known as Davy Jones.

I'd prefer notSdyin', see. If I learned anything from all the people I stabbed or cut to death, it's th' fact tha' the last few moments of life ain't pretty. Also, I'm still young, I donnae want ta die yet! But... I'll take yer word fer it, 'caue I respect ye fer bein' experienced. Let's chop the bastard up to slices.
Ye know, they donnae call me the Edinburgh Reaper fer nothing. Killed seven men one evenin', tried ta rob me, they did. Knocked out cold one of them with me boot, took his blade and sliced the others. Kept the blade. Nice, balanced piece of work.S*Snigger*

Luke je, spremajući bodež, mirno prilazio skupini.
-Dobar dan! Vidim da imate mnogo ruma. Mi smo ostali bez zaliha,
biste li nam dali dio? Možete biti sigurni da ćemo vam jednom uzvratiti uslugu.
Polagano, neprimjetno, vadio je bodež spremajući se na negativan odgovor.

Ajd kad ste zabrijali na engleski...

Moi:
"Lord Carwell, we are now 20 miles from Port Royale..."

"Very well, come and notify me when we anchor."

"Yes sir... but..."

"Yes?"

"The men, they are restless... its whispered you want to take Davy Jones one-on-one..."

"Mr. Hollybuck! I DO INTEND TO TO TAKE JONES ONE ON ONE, INFACT, I INTEND TO BLOW HIM TO SMITHEREENS! ... I dont have to remind you, that the Legacy, is one of the most expensive ships ever, and possibly the only one that out-guns The Flying Dutchman."

"Yes, sir... but you see, what if..."

"No! That is out of the question! Now leave, before i punish you for mutiny!"

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Svi na onom mini otočiću koji vade rum iz zemlje:

Awkward silence went over the small island...

The type of awkward silence which indicates, that there are too much of "Those people" in a very small area...

Hrčak: "Soooo... this is awkward..."

Gdra: "It is isnt it? Now, all we are asking, is a bit of rum, and we can all leave here with all the parts we had when we came."


Hrčak:"Wait... you havent been to St. Kitts?"

Gdra: "No... why?"

Hrčak: "The english crown offers 300.000 dubloons and absoultion of all crimes in europe, for the head of Davy Jones..."

Gdra: "Interesting... would you care to tell me more, over a cup of rum?"

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