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<img src="http://i.imgur.com/XRzUjDE.png" width="300" height="82" alt="Two foxes">
It's not because you wanted to.
Well, I guess you can say you were //willing// to, but you //had// to, whether you like it or not. A harsh reality. A cruel fate. You were a person that played by the rules. You didn't do anything wrong. You faced many hardships, more than some people have ever seen in their lifetimes, whether it be a long life or a short one. You were tough. But you played by the rules.
Yet again, Life's unfair, and just loves to torture some, then pamper others. On one hand, Life adores the spoiled and greedy rich. On the other end of the spectrum, it takes quite an enjoyment in tormenting others with the inevitable fate of theirs. Either way, it reaps only suffering for all. The spoiled, they get assasinated, or kill others, which also causes suffering. And you? Well, it's already as plain as day.
You didn't deserve this.
Yet, you are stuck with financial dilemmas, and you were not even the cause of all the chaos. You were just a victim, a witness, someone unfairly involved because of others. You are a victim of //debt//.
Now, why is that?
The corrupt government. They steal from the poor and pamper the rich, just as Life wants them to do. They increase their taxes without an end, and it just keeps on piling up. Your family isn't not rich, but they weren't raggedy or poor either. They were able to pay their taxes and the vitals and still have some leftover for other entertaining or luxurious uses, but with the increase, your family only barely pays the vitals and can't afford the tax, and you can't indulge yourself in guilty pleasures anymore. Your family has been holding off on taxes, and it has reached an unbelievable amount, to the point even rich people can lift an eyebrow at, but they would undoubtedly pay for it.
It's because of the rise of pirates and bandits. They fight against the government. And despite the fact that they are the cause of your debts, you admired the fact that they fight the government. If only the poor can join forces and overthrow the officials. But sadly, everybody is malnourished, nobody has the equipment, and most of all, everybody distrusts one another. They always keep one hand on a nearby potentially deadly weapon and another one on their bags. You can never be too careful. There have been rumors on thieves, and this one particular thief to look out for.
One day, you want to be a pirate, overthrow the government, and raise a crew of formidable members, male and female (though it was thought that they brought bad luck), as long as they have skill, and own a tremendous and beautiful vessel that anyone would recognize if they saw it. You wanted to steer freely without a burden on your shoulders, and just forget about everything except the salty seas and the wind whipping on your hair. It's for anyone who wants to escape everything or anyone looking for an adventure and some money.
"Hey, may you pick up some things at the docks?" Your father asks you. "There's this one lad that I beat at... a test of strength. He owes me money and he apparently works there. I'd appreciate it if you can ask for him the money now. Be cautious around him though. He has many scars on his neck, you should be able to distinguish him."
Setting out, you head over to thr rim of the island. Exhilerating. The screams of seagulls. The waves crashing along, a refreshing sound. The salty breeze sending you a slight shiver but it's so refreshing, so nice, it's calming. The creaking of nearby ships as they sway rhthymatically.
Why can't you just get out of here?
Suddenly, you feel one of your pockets getting lighter. You turn around, learning that you are being thieved! A young person's running away into the distance, holding your stolen item close while running as if their life depended on it. Which it was, if they got caught and turned in.
You chase after him. After all, your family is in debt, and you don't want to sink them further into debt. And plus, you get used to it in the town.
[[Using fast agility, you catch up easily without any unnecessary effort.]]
[[Calculating distances and using your wits, you were able to catch up.]]
[[You shout something that will convince him to stop in his tracks, avoiding any needed excercise.]]
[[Using magic, you levitate him upwards, and he is unable to escape.]] You've always been known to have great physical finesse among the town. Almost to the point you're well-known by many to be the most fit person in town. You catch up to the thief in no time in the entrance of an alley.
<<set $strength to 4>>
"You, tell me who you are," you say.
He shakes his head, and looks down, then at you. "Gladly, but uh, can you first let me down? I'd be cornered anyways." He looks at the opposite direction and he sighs. That's true. You put him down.
"Speak."
He glances around a bit anxiously. "Uh, you see, I'm just a thief you know?" He tells you a bit quickly. "M... My family, you see, they really need food a-and there's just not enough for grandma and my six other siblings s-so uh--"
Before you listen anymore, you notice the scars on his neck. It's just as your father said.
"You," you say. "You owe my father some money. He says there's someone at the docks that 'works' there and he needs money from someone with many scars on their neck... you fit the description. You probably do your thieving business at the docks, huh?"
"I don't recall," He says with a straight face. Can someone really tell a lie with such an expression? It's fortunate that your father didn't play cards with this guy. "I don't owe anyone."
You have a second forte, which is...
<<nobr>>
<<if $eloquence lt 4>>
[[Your rhetoric. You can convince him to blurt out the truth.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $strength lt 4>>
[[Your strength. You intimidate him with a slight punch.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $intelligence lt 4>>
[[Your intelligence. You can see the factors of lying.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $magic lt 4>>
[[Your magic. You intimidate him with your magical prowess.]]<</if>><</nobr>>
Maybe you're not the fittest kid in the past, but you were certainly a braniac. You quickly decided which route and path would take the least amount of time, counting the variables of passerbys and caravans. And with a little luck, he gets stalled by some obstacles and you ended up cornering him in the entrance of an alley.
<<set $intelligence to 4>>
"You, tell me who you are," you say.
He shakes his head, and looks down, then at you. "Gladly, but uh, can you first let me down? I'd be cornered anyways." He looks at the opposite direction and he sighs. That's true. You put him down.
"Speak."
He glances around a bit anxiously. "Uh, you see, I'm just a thief you know?" He tells you a bit quickly. "M... My family, you see, they really need food a-and there's just not enough for grandma and my six other siblings s-so uh--"
Before you listen anymore, you notice the scars on his neck. It's just as your father said.
"You," you say. "You owe my father some money. He says there's someone at the docks that 'works' there and he needs money from someone with many scars on their neck... you fit the description. You probably do your thieving business at the docks, huh?"
"I don't recall," He says with a straight face. Can someone really tell a lie with such an expression? It's fortunate that your father didn't play cards with this guy. "I don't owe anyone."
You have a second forte, which is...
<<nobr>>
<<if $eloquence lt 4>>
[[Your rhetoric. You can convince him to blurt out the truth.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $strength lt 4>>
[[Your strength. You intimidate him with a slight punch.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $intelligence lt 4>>
[[Your intelligence. You can see the factors of lying.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $magic lt 4>>
[[Your magic. You intimidate him with your magical prowess.]]<</if>><</nobr>><<if $stats is false>>[[Stats]]<</if>> <img src="http://i.imgur.com/XLOW0dB.png" width="300" height="82" alt="Two foxes">
<span class="stats">''Traits''</span>
<span id="eloquence">''Eloquence''</span>: $eloquence
//Your skill of speaking fluently and convincingly.//
<span id="strength">''Strength''</span>: $strength
//Your physical prowess and how strong you are.//
<span id="magic">''Magic''</span>: $magic
//How well you can use magic and the measure of your magical
knowledge.//
<span id="intelligence">''Intelligence''</span>: $intelligence
//How fast and how well you can analyze and calculate, and the measure of your knowledge.//
<span class="stats">''Relations''</span>
//How well you get along with certain people.//
<<if $metorion is true>><span id="orion">Orion</span>: $orion<</if>>
<<if $metmare is true>><span id="mare">Mare</span>: $mare
Author's note: THAT SAYS MARE, I KNOW IT'S TOO LIGHT SO WHAT ASDFGHJKL<</if>>
<<if $metdana is true>><span id="dana">Dana</span>:
$dana<</if>>
<<set $stats to true>>
<<back>>
''Zero'': You have zero proficiency in that skill.
''One'': You are slightly okay with that skill, and know some basics of it.
''Three'': You know the basics, and have the normal person's skill. You also know slightly more than the basics.
''Four'': You are above average in the skill, though not exactly proficient.
''Five'': You know quite well about the skill and can do slightly welll on it, however it is not great.
''Six'': Not bad, you can do well but the chances are a bit slim. You know half about the skill.
''Seven'': Good! You can do well in this skill and have an average chance, and everybody knows of your prowess. However, it is not the best or awesome, but you are close and getting there.
''Eight'': Great! You can do really well in this skill and have a 75% chance of succeeding and most envy that aspect. It is second best most of the time, but with a little effort, maybe first.
''Nine'': Close to perfection. You can do super well in this skill and have a strong, STRONG chance of succeeding and everybody would die for this level of skill. You are getting mostly first if ever competed with anyone, but you sometimes lose, but the chances are slim!
''Ten'': Amazing! You will succeed almost everytime-- a 95% chance of success! Everybody just screams and would kill and die just to have a tiny bit of your skill. I kind of would. You are always getting first, if not the occasional loss... every some YEARS.
"Hey you!" You shout towards him. "Why did you leave Miranda?! She loved you! You're such a player! I can't believe you! Now you're trying to run away from your fears, you coward!"
<<set $eloquence to 4>>
He looks back at you, shocked. "What?"
"How could you!" You shout again. Everybody glares at him, murmuring and looking towards each other. Spreading false rumors like this would likely make anyone stop and go 'what?' and of course would likely make them ask the person to stop doing so. Some people don't actually mind it, but this guy seems to. He approaches you, and you triumphantly smile.
"Stop lying," he quickly whispers towards you, irritated.
"Follow me, then," You say, and you go towards the entrance of an alley. Once you did so, you grabbed him, and shoved your anger and disgust at him.
"You, tell me who you are," you say.
He shakes his head, and looks down, then at you. "Gladly, but uh, can you first let me down? I'd be cornered anyways." He looks at the opposite direction and he sighs. That's true. You put him down.
"Speak."
He glances around a bit anxiously. "Uh, you see, I'm just a thief you know?" He tells you a bit quickly. "M... My family, you see, they really need food a-and there's just not enough for grandma and my six other siblings s-so uh--"
Before you listen anymore, you notice the scars on his neck. It's just as your father said.
"You," you say. "You owe my father some money. He says there's someone at the docks that 'works' there and he needs money from someone with many scars on their neck... you fit the description. You probably do your thieving business at the docks, huh?"
"I don't recall," He says with a straight face. Can someone really tell a lie with such an expression? It's fortunate that your father didn't play cards with this guy. "I don't owe anyone."
You have a second forte, which is...
<<nobr>>
<<if $eloquence lt 4>>
[[Your rhetoric. You can convince him to blurt out the truth.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $strength lt 4>>
[[Your strength. You intimidate him with a slight punch.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $intelligence lt 4>>
[[Your intelligence. You can see the factors of lying.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $magic lt 4>>
[[Your magic. You intimidate him with your magical prowess.]]<</if>><</nobr>> You levitate him, hearing gasps from crowds. Though magic isn't that uncommon around here, it certainly is fascinating and would evoke surprise and fascination in normal people who aren't capable or do not possess of magic. He flips around uselessly, flailing his arms everywhere in futile attempts to get down.
<<set $magic to 4>>
"G-Get me down!" He shouts towards you, annoyed.
"Gladly," you say. "But first, follow me." You kept your finger up which directs the levitation, and you let him down in the entrance of an alley to corner him.
"You, tell me who you are," you say.
He shakes his head, and looks down, then at you. "Gladly, but uh, can you first let me down? I'd be cornered anyways." He looks at the opposite direction and he sighs. That's true. You put him down.
"Speak."
He glances around a bit anxiously. "Uh, you see, I'm just a thief you know?" He tells you a bit quickly. "M... My family, you see, they really need food a-and there's just not enough for grandma and my six other siblings s-so uh--"
Before you listen anymore, you notice the scars on his neck. It's just as your father said.
"You," you say. "You owe my father some money. He says there's someone at the docks that 'works' there and he needs money from someone with many scars on their neck... you fit the description. You probably do your thieving business at the docks, huh?"
"I don't recall," He says with a straight face. Can someone really tell a lie with such an expression? It's fortunate that your father didn't play cards with this guy. "I don't owe anyone."
<<nobr>>
<<if $eloquence lt 4>>
[[Your rhetoric. You can convince him to blurt out the truth.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $strength lt 4>>
[[Your strength. You intimidate him with a slight punch.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $intelligence lt 4>>
[[Your intelligence. You can see the factors of lying.]]<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $magic lt 4>>
[[Your magic. You intimidate him with your magical prowess.]]<</if>><</nobr>>"I'll spread rumors," you say. "Rumors about you. People will know you as a womanizer, and if they have already known you are a thief, a womanizer and a thief. There'll be more bounties on your head than ever, and some will even refuse to give services to a player like you. I'll have you know that I can put on a plausible show, enough to gain many, many sympathies and to shove more and more disgust, shame, and anger at you."
"Woah woah, let's not get hasty here," he says quickly. "Err, follow me."
<<set $eloquence to 2>>
He walks back to the seaside, and you trail along. You're both relieved and skeptical at the same time. Being near the waters make you at ease. It would be nice to go sailing. But your family is too dirt poor and you're too busy to think of such luxuries.
But you feel uneasy as he walks up inside one of the vessels. Hm? What's he doing there? Is he going to steal from the ship? You're hesitant to go in. But you slowly follow him.
Once you were on the ship, you felt different. Like //this// is where you belong. On the ship deck. But you don't pay too much attention, as the guy walks up to a burly, heavy-built man.
"Oh, it's you my lad," he says with a toothy grin. "What bring ye here on my fine vessel?"
"You owed me money, you seadog," He says. "I need to pay off a debt, so you need to pay off yours."
"Aye, I will," The burly man says. "I'll sell me vessel soon enough, and I'll get yer money real quickly. It's a shame though, a beautiful vessel, away from me grasps. But I've got to let it go, I need the money. How much is yer debt anyways?"
He whispers to the burly man's ear, and the man pales and stands up sharply. "WHAT?! Yer kidding me! That's close to the cost of this magnificent ship!"
"Tone it down, you old salt!" The thief snarls. "Anyways, make it quick."
"Aye, me lad." Before the tough man walks away, he realizes your presence. "Do you owe your debt to that wench?"
[[Wench? You're no woman, you're a male.]]
[[Wench? You're no woman.]]
[[Wench? Sounds impolite. Bit more nice?]]One punch sends him flying into the ground. Though you are not the fittest of them all, you can be certainly looked to if someone needs a good beat up.
"That hurt," he says, rubbing the side of his face, and wincing. "Ach. You don't need to hit me any further, just follow me."
<<set $strength to 2>>
He walks back to the seaside, and you trail along. You're both relieved and skeptical at the same time. Being near the waters make you at ease. It would be nice to go sailing. But your family is too dirt poor and you're too busy to think of such luxuries.
But you feel uneasy as he walks up inside one of the vessels. Hm? What's he doing there? Is he going to steal from the ship? You're hesitant to go in. But you slowly follow him.
Once you were on the ship, you felt different. Like //this// is where you belong. On the ship deck. But you don't pay too much attention, as the guy walks up to a burly, heavy-built man.
"Oh, it's you my lad," he says with a toothy grin. "What bring ye here on my fine vessel?"
"You owed me money, you seadog," He says. "I need to pay off a debt, so you need to pay off yours."
"Aye, I will," The burly man says. "I'll sell me vessel soon enough, and I'll get yer money real quickly. It's a shame though, a beautiful vessel, away from me grasps. But I've got to let it go, I need the money. How much is yer debt anyways?"
He whispers to the burly man's ear, and the man pales and stands up sharply. "WHAT?! Yer kidding me! That's close to the cost of this magnificent ship!"
"Tone it down, you old salt!" The thief snarls. "Anyways, make it quick."
"Aye, me lad." Before the tough man walks away, he realizes your presence. "Do you owe your debt to that wench?"
[[Wench? You're no woman, you're a male.]]
[[Wench? You're no woman.]]
[[Wench? Sounds impolite. Bit more nice?]]"What happened to you? Your attitude seems to change drastically," you say. "You went from talking really fast to a slow, calm one. Also, a clue if someone is lying is that they repeat one's own exact words, and you did. You also muddle through your sentences, another clue. And also, would you repeat what you said to me about your family?"
"Umm, I do not really want to talk about it..." He trails off, darting his eyes away.
"Aha! You're lying. You don't remember it, do you? You also avoided eye contact, and you avoided contractions."
Surprised, he peers at you for a while. You're really smart, ain't ya? That's probably what's he's thinking, apparently from how he's acting right now. Anybody with eyes can see that.
"Fine," he agrees with a nod. "Follow me."
<<set $intelligence to 2>>
He walks back to the seaside, and you trail along. You're both relieved and skeptical at the same time. Being near the waters make you at ease. It would be nice to go sailing. But your family is too dirt poor and you're too busy to think of such luxuries.
But you feel uneasy as he walks up inside one of the vessels. Hm? What's he doing there? Is he going to steal from the ship? You're hesitant to go in. But you slowly follow him.
Once you were on the ship, you felt different. Like //this// is where you belong. On the ship deck. But you don't pay too much attention, as the guy walks up to a burly, heavy-built man.
"Oh, it's you my lad," he says with a toothy grin. "What bring ye here on my fine vessel?"
"You owed me money, you seadog," He says. "I need to pay off a debt, so you need to pay off yours."
"Aye, I will," The burly man says. "I'll sell me vessel soon enough, and I'll get yer money real quickly. It's a shame though, a beautiful vessel, away from me grasps. But I've got to let it go, I need the money. How much is yer debt anyways?"
He whispers to the burly man's ear, and the man pales and stands up sharply. "WHAT?! Yer kidding me! That's close to the cost of this magnificent ship!"
"Tone it down, you old salt!" The thief snarls. "Anyways, make it quick."
"Aye, me lad." Before the tough man walks away, he realizes your presence. "Do you owe your debt to that wench?"
[[Wench? You're no woman, you're a male.]]
[[Wench? You're no woman.]]
[[Wench? Sounds impolite. Bit more nice?]]You trap him inside a bubble. It's not hard as glass; it feels rubbery and bouncy. It would be fun there if you weren't held captive inside. He bangs on the bubble.
"Get me out!" He shouts through the bubble, but it is warbled and faint. You dart your eyes away for a minute or two to let him suffer a bit more, until you let him go.
"I almost died," he says, irritated.
"The bubble allows in oxygen, calm down," you tell him.
"Ugh, just follow me."
<<set $magic to 2>>
He walks back to the seaside, and you trail along. You're both relieved and skeptical at the same time. Being near the waters make you at ease. It would be nice to go sailing. But your family is too dirt poor and you're too busy to think of such luxuries.
But you feel uneasy as he walks up inside one of the vessels. Hm? What's he doing there? Is he going to steal from the ship? You're hesitant to go in. But you slowly follow him.
Once you were on the ship, you felt different. Like //this// is where you belong. On the ship deck. But you don't pay too much attention, as the guy walks up to a burly, heavy-built man.
"Oh, it's you my lad," he says with a toothy grin. "What bring ye here on my fine vessel?"
"You owed me money, you seadog," He says. "I need to pay off a debt, so you need to pay off yours."
"Aye, I will," The burly man says. "I'll sell me vessel soon enough, and I'll get yer money real quickly. It's a shame though, a beautiful vessel, away from me grasps. But I've got to let it go, I need the money. How much is yer debt anyways?"
He whispers to the burly man's ear, and the man pales and stands up sharply. "WHAT?! Yer kidding me! That's close to the cost of this magnificent ship!"
"Tone it down, you old salt!" The thief snarls. "Anyways, make it quick."
"Aye, me lad." Before the tough man walks away, he realizes your presence. "Do you owe your debt to that wench?"
[[Wench? You're no woman, you're a male.]]
[[Wench? You're no woman.]]
[[Wench? Sounds impolite. Bit more nice?]]<<set $eloquence to 0>>
<<set $intelligence to 0>>
<<set $magic to 0>>
<<set $strength to 0>>
<<set $stats to false>>
<<set $metorion to false>>
<<set $metmare to false>>
<<set $metdana to false>>
<<set $orion to 75>>
<<set $mare to 65>>
<<set $dana to 65>>
<<set $ordrink to false>>
<<set $betmare to false>><<display "dont care">>
<<set $Gender to "N">><<display "sorry">><<display "dont care">>
... Hopefully, you don't look feminine.
<<set $Gender to "M">><<display "sorry">><<display "dont care">>
Well, you can sense a one little reason he doesn't like you; you're a woman-- but that doesn't stop you.
<<set $Gender to "F">><<display "sorry">>He only spares you one glance, the burly man, but he looks back at the man. You can sense he doesn't care. "Doesn't matter who <<nobr>><<if $Gender is "F">>she<<elseif $Gender is "M">>he<<else>>they<</if>><</nobr>> <<if $Gender is "N">>are<<else>>is<</if>>, I still need the money either way."
The burly man sighs.
"Aye, I will get you yer doubloons. After I sell me ship." The heavily built man speaks. He gives one more glance in your way, before walking away.
The thief sighs.
"I'm sorry he had to be a bit... impolite. I'll get you your money soon--" he holds out his hand. "My name is..."
He hesitates.
"Mare. Mare Sal." A moment later, he chuckles a little. "My sister used to call me Marisol-- it's a girly name, so I don't really like it."
You shake it weakly.
"Right, we'll be in touch. Tell your father I will get his gold as soon as possible."
<<set $metmare to true>>
[[Right.]]Days pass.
//Months// pass.
You haven't seen the man.
[[Another month passes.]]You receive a knock on the door.
You open up to see a familiar face. Mare.
He looked distraught; highly disturbed. He didn't seem to be in the happiest mood of all time. In fact, it was quite the opposite. His hair is a mess, and he was sweating.. well, you can't blame him for the sweating part; it was summer, and the island was hot, summer or not. You wouldn't have noticed he was sweating if it was the normal outbreak of sweat folks have in this island part, but he was sweating more than usual-- was he running?
"I'm sorry," He says. "My friend hasn't found a buyer yet. But..."
He peers up at you.
"If you want, you can have the ship."
[[Next]]"What?!" Your father screams, and then choking on his meager meal. Not that he had much to choke on. "You took the ship?!"
You look at him, and then averted your eyes away. Your father was really, //really// mad-- he wanted money, not the //ship//. And seeing that Mare's friend couldn't find a buyer was a sign that it wasn't going to sell very well. Your father's face was redder than a tomato, and he was downright furious. It looked as if he'd drag you to the ship and make you walk the plank on the very ship you decided to get. He might be even a bit hopeful if there'd be a sharp toothed creature below to tear you into pieces. Tiny, tiny, yet abundant amount of pieces.
You stood up abruptly as an idea popped into your mind.
"I will become a pirate!" You said breathily. "I will sail across the salty seas in hopes of treasure and bring it back to you all! I will baptize myself in a new name so I will not endanger any of you, and I will promise you riches! I swear on my life."
Your mother peers at you, skeptical.
"You'll die out there," she says sadly. "And you might never find the riches you hope for."
"Please," you plead, "give me a chance. I promise I will get this family on their feet. I will make you guys proud."
"I will never be proud," your father says, "if my child is a pirate."
Your face also becomes red-- in fury. You suddenly ran away from home, your mother screaming, "Wait! Come back!"
She calls your name.
<<textbox "$name" "Quinn" "fled">>
You storm out, and headed into your last safe haven-- the ship.
Mare's on the ship, helping you get started. He beams at you as you enter, but frown as he recognizes your expression. "$name? What's wrong?"
"I'm running away," you answer nonchalantly, rising up the steps of the creaky, newly polished ship, and standing before the steer. Mare takes a double take, absorbing this.
"Running away?" Mare repeats uncertainly. "From who? For what?"
"My parents don't believe I could make a good pirate," you say. "I'll show them! I'll be the best dang pirate they'll ever see! I'll make them rich, I'll make a name for myself!"
Mare stifles a chuckle, but gives you an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but you don't have any experience." He says. "You aren't gonna survive out in the seas."
You sniff condescendingly. Mare tries to hold in some laughter again. "Sorry, sorry!" He says again. "How about... I help you?"
You flinch. "Uh, why?"
"Weeell, I've always wanted to go out into the seas," he says. "But Bart wouldn't let me. Bah! Plus, this ship holds a lot of memories for me... I'd hate to see you wreck it into pieces!"
You sniff an affront, but smile proudly. "All right!"
Mare drags you along to the tavern. "Come on, that's where we can build our crew!" You agree reluctantly, as the aroma of alcohol permeate the air. You can hear glasses clinking and the rowdiness of the locals.
"How are we going to do this..." You murmur. Mare glances at you amusingly, before stepping up onto a table.
"We are going to sail the seas in search of riches untold!" He announces to the tavern, and they fall silent. "But we need a crew! Who wants to live a life of adventure and riches?"
Some locals chime in, and soon locals were crowding around Mare.
"We have some recruits, captain!" He yells towards you.
Captain. You like the ring to that.
Mare talks with some burly men outside, you behind him. He does some of the talking, while you chime in to answer some of the questions on your own. Look like you got some convinced recruits!
"Excuse me..." someone says behind you. You whirl around to find a short, pretty person. A boy? A girl? You don't know. "... Um, may I come along?"
Mare sneers. "This is a pirate crew! We're going to do what pirates do, and that isn't for girls like you," he says, and the shorty flinches.
"I'm not a girl," he objects. "... And I know. You guys are right... they aren't for people like me. But please give me a chance..!"
You say something before Mare could speak. "Well, a chance couldn't hurt." You respond. You crouch slightly. "Welcome... and what's your name?"
"O-Orion, <<if $Gender is "F">>ma'am<<elseif $Gender is "M">>sir<<elseif $Gender is "N">>captain<</if>>!" He says eagerly. "T-Thank you for granting me this opportunity!"
You extend a hand, and he shakes it enthusiastically. "My name is $name. Nice to meet you Orion."
Next, a woman prods you on the shoulder. You turn around to see a tanned lady of black hair. "You need someone in your crew? I have experience; let me into your crew. "
She looks intimidating and knowledgeable. You think she'd help you in the long run. "Please to meet you," you say weakly, shaking her hand. Strong grip.
Her straight face mellows into a smile. "Sorry, did I come off too scary? I'm sorry, I have that effect on people. I don't mean any harm. The name's Dana Azureland." You brush it off.
As you turn, the men look at you funny, but you ignore it. Mare yells, "Well, my friends! For the initiation... let's have a drinking competition!"
The rowdy crew barge inside the tavern again, Orion trailing modestly behind. You come inside to spectate the drinking contest.
<<set $metorion to true>><<set $metdana to true>>
[["Maybe you should join them, Orion."]]
[["I'm betting some money on Mare!"]]
[[Sit with Dana.]]
[[Join in on the fun.]]
[[Cheer on from behind!]]"Eh? Me?" He inquires questioningly. "Nn, I-I don't know... I'm not good at drinking."
"Well, it's a way you can get along with them," you say cheerfully. He beams.
"Ah, you're right! I'll join them..." He looks at the males stocking up the ale. "... Will you cheer for me, captain?"
<<set $ordrink to true>>
[["Yes, of course."]]
[["I'm cheering on for someone else."]]
[["I'm cheering everybody on."]]Mare grins impishly at you. "It's good to have the captain on my side!" He raises a mug of beer towards you, and you raise an imaginary one yourself.
Some of the crew calls out, "favoritism!" in a teasing way, but Mare doesn't remark on it. Orion slightly chuckles at the rowdiness, humbly cheering on everybody from behind.
Mare approaches you silently, and you regard him.
"So, you just joking, or what?" He laughs.
<<set $betmare to true>>
[["You'll win, even if I'm cheering on for someone else!"]]
[["A joke, a joke."]]
[["No joking!"]]Heck, why not? A captain should participate in activies like these! Increase the morale, have fun with their own crew! "I'll join!" you announce, and the crew cheers unanimously.
<<set $participation to "joined">>
[[Drinking~!]] Well, maybe you'll be sober tonight. After all, you have to moderate the crew and watch over them-- it's your responsibility! You cheer them on.
<<set $participation to "watched">>
[[Drinking~!]] Orion beams widely. "I'll make sure you aren't disappointed, captain!" He begins to skip towards the males before stopping midway through. "By the way... thank you." He turns around to reveal a modestly colored face, before hastily turning away again quickly and continuing his advances towards them.
<<set $cheering to "orion">><<set $orion to $orion += 5>>
[[Join in on the fun.]]
[[Cheer on from behind!]] Orion turns away hastily, though he colors up till his ears. "O-oh! Is that so...?" He says nervously. "U-Um, I'll get going!" He avoids your eye as he turns to the males.
<<set $cheering to "na">><<set $orion to $orion -= 5>>
[[Join in on the fun.]]
[[Cheer on from behind!]] Orion colors. "O-oh yeah, of course!" He says quickly. "That was selfish, haha... sorry captain. Nobody has cheered me on, anyway! I'll be fine." He hurries away quickly.
<<set $cheering to "na">><<set $orion to $orion -= 3>>
[[Join in on the fun.]]
[[Cheer on from behind!]] "Oh, are you?" He says, and you thought you heard a hint of something in his voice. "Well, whatever. I'll get you your money!"
He strides back to the crew, already palsy with them, chortling along with them as if they were lifetime friends.
<<set $cheering to "na">><<set $mare to $mare -= 5>>
[[Join in on the fun.]]
[[Cheer on from behind!]] He shrugs. "Well, if I lose, let's just play it off as a joke. But otherwise, I'll get you your money!"
He strides towards the crew, laughing along with them as if they were lifetime friends, which in truth he just met them today.
<<set $cheering to "na">><<set $mare to $mare -= 3>>
[[Join in on the fun.]]
[[Cheer on from behind!]] He lights up. "I won't disappoint you, captain!" He energetically goes back to the crew, jeering at him jokingly for bias and favoritism.
"Blasphemy, the captain just knows who's the real winner here!"
He laughs along with the crew, as if they were his lifetime friends, not the people he just met today.
<<set $cheering to "mare">><<set $mare to $mare += 5>>
[[Join in on the fun.]]
[[Cheer on from behind!]] She's sitting alone, and you come over to her. She smiles politely at your advent, motioning you to sit.
"The festivities are a bit too chaotic for my tastes," she says. "But they're happy, so I'm fine."
Dana silently surveys the men as they stock up on ale, Orion merely admiring from afar.
"You're so experienced; why come to my crew?"
Dana shrugs. "I don't know myself; maybe it's the desire to help a newcomer?" She says teasingly. You feel like she isn't telling you.
"Well, that's reasonable, I guess," you say, turning away.
[["How about you join them? I'll cheer for you."]]
[["I'm cheering on for someone. You?"]]
[["I'm cheering on for everybody."]]"Nah, not much of a drinker," she says, but turns to you and smiles. "Um, but thank you."
You nod politely. Orion meekly hands out the ale to the men, who warm themselves up for the big drinking contest.
<<set $cheering to "dana">><<set $dana to $dana += 5>>
[[Join in on the fun.]]
[[Cheer on from behind!]] "Oho, really?" Dana says, amused. "Captain favoritism!" You both laugh at that.
"I'm not so against it but," she remarks, cocking her head to the side, "but everybody should be treated fairly... unless I'm the favorite. Then rock on!"
Orion passes out the ale hurriedly, nearly spilling them, but delivering them partially safe to the merry men.
<<set $cheering to "na">>
[[Join in on the fun.]]
[[Cheer on from behind!]] "Same, of course. I don't really know anyone here; but my best bet is on Mare. He seems like a tough one." She answers.
"I'm the captain," you say. "Of course I have to cheer on for everybody... or they'd call me out for bias!" You both laugh at that addition.
"Mm, the struggles of the captain."
Orion delivers the nearly spilled and brimming ale to the men, who receive it joyfully.
<<set $cheering to "na">><<set $dana to $dana += 3>>
[[Join in on the fun.]]
[[Cheer on from behind!]]
<<if $participation is "joined">>
<<nobr>><<if $ordrink is true>>Dana volunteers to pass out the ale. She goes around, handing the crew foaming ale, only stopping carefully to give Orion some. It seems a bit too heavy for him. He thanks her apologetically, and she only laughs. <<if $cheering is "dana">> Dana also winks at you, hinting that she's also rooting for you. Can you feel the love already, captain? //AREYOUFEELINGITMRKRABS//<</if>>
<<elseif $ordrink is false>>Orion happily volunteers to pass out the ale, only to need help from Dana to pass it around. Dana doesn't seem to mind, and Orion seems pretty happy with her help. Orion gives you your ale with a bright smile when Dana turns away to tend to someone else. "I'm rooting for you, captain!" he whispers silently, and skulks away. You smile to yourself.<<if $cheering is "dana">> Dana also winks at you, hinting that she's also rooting for you. Can you feel the love already, captain? //AREYOUFEELINGITMRKRABS//<</if>>
<</if>><</nobr>>
<<if $betmare is true>><<nobr>>"Oh? So securing at least some profit?"<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>"If I win, I get money. If you do, I still do! And if I don't and you don't, I don't lose one doubloon."<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>"Mm, clever indeed captain. Just like any captain should be!"<</nobr>><</if>>
<<nobr>><<if $cheering is "orion">>You raise your glass cheerfully to Orion, and he does so too happily. Maybe Orion seems tiny, but maybe he has strong resistance to these kinds of stuff. Or maybe you just want to see how comical it gets... mean. But everybody likes to root for the underdog, right?
<<elseif $cheering is "mare">>You raise your glass towards Mare companionably, and he does so too happily. Still rooting for Mare... of course, your money's on him!
<<elseif $cheering is "dana">>Dana's behind you, who encourages you. You smile, and raise your mug towards her, and she raises an imaginary one towards you. Seems like someone is on your side! Well, all the spectators are, at least!
<<elseif $cheering is "na">>Looks like you're going to cheer on for yourself! After all, the captain shall be the best of their crew. Well, maybe rooting on for everybody won't hurt, either.<</if>><</nobr>>
<<elseif $participation is "watched">>
<<nobr>><<if $ordrink is true>>Dana volunteers to pass out the ale. She goes around, handing the crew foaming ale, only stopping carefully to give Orion some. It seems a bit too heavy for him.<<elseif $ordrink is false>> Orion happily volunteers to pass out the ale, only to need help from Dana to pass it around. Dana doesn't seem to mind, and Orion seems pretty happy with her help. Orion waves you over cheerfully, and you return it. He only smiles brightly, before turning to serve the crew again.
<</if>><</nobr>>
<<if $betmare is true>>Mare surveys his drink carefully. He catches your eye, waves at you, and raises his mug towards you. "I won't disappoint you, captain!" He yells towards you, and you laugh.<</if>>
<<nobr>><<if $cheering is "orion">>You encourage Orion in the background, and he takes notice. He raises his glass towards you happily, vigor returning to him once more. With his small frame and seemingly weak physicality, you root for him as the underdog. Maybe he has strong alcoholic resistance, who knows! It's always fun to root for the underdog, nevertheless.
<<elseif $cheering is "mare">>You encourage Mare from behind, and he raises his mug towards you companionably with the promise of winning. He seems the most likely to win, so you're pretty confident your money is in safe hands.
<<elseif $cheering is "dana">>You go back to sit with Dana, who looks happy to see you. You both chat about the odds of who's going to win, and decided that Mare was the likely candidate. Maybe you should've betted on him for some money. Dana then rolls her eyes. "I'm going to tend for these drunken fellows."
<<elseif $cheering is "na">>You cheer on everybody without bias, which they receive joyfully. They raise their mugs for you, and it seems like they're all fired up! I guess a captain's influence is greater than you think, after all-- maybe you'll use it to your advantage one day.
<</if>><</nobr>>
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<<nobr>><<if $ordrink is true>><<set $drinkwinner to "orion">>The whole crew begins to drink, the mugs stacking high as they speedily swap through the drinks with each empty mug. Some have already passed out within minutes. Dana laughs at the passed out crew, before dragging them away to tend to them. Looking over at Orion, he seems like he's still up. He drinks them eagerly, red rising to his cheeks. Mare on the other hand, drinks them with determination, with nearly colored cheeks, almost as ready as Orion. As the whole crew passes out, only Mare and Orion stood. "Mmf, I can't handle anymore..." Mare says, glancing enviously towards Orion, who looks as healthy as ever. He then drops, and Orion lights up. Shockingly, Orion wins! ... But he passes out due to sleepiness... ironically, not the alcohol. Dana rolls her eyes, and drags them away as well. You thank her silently, and she receives it nicely.
<<elseif $ordrink is false>><<set $drinkwinner to "mare">>he whole crew begins to drink, the mugs stacking high as they speedily swap through the drinks with each empty mug. Some have already passed out within minutes. Dana laughs at the passed out crew, before dragging them away to tend to them. Mare on the other hand, drinks them with determination, with nearly colored cheeks, ready as ever. As the whole crew passes out, only Mare stood. "As expected," he says pleasantly, and turning to you proudly, before passing out as well. Dana rolls her eyes, before dragging him away as well. You thank Dana silently, who receives it thankfully.<</if>><</nobr>>
Someone gives you the price of it, and you didn't expect it. Dana pats your back companionably, takes out a pouch, and empties some of it into the counter. "Here, I'll pay for it." You sigh in relief, and shoot Dana with an apologetic look. "It's okay. But you'll have to pay me two folds!" She jokes... or, you think she is.
When you got to the ship, the crew was passed out in the quarters. Dana goes to her own quarters and says good night. You stretch, and head to your own as well.
Tomorrow, you'll sail. And you'll sail with a loyal, happy crew of your own-- how exciting would that be!
[[TBC]]
Yo guys 8D it's CHOCOOOO! I got lazy so I didn't really continue further. :P It's not gauranteed that I'll finish this story :( , but for now I'm hyped, and I'd like to make the most of it before I get lazy again :D ! Your support will keep me going, I'm sure. :) Some criticism discourages me, but don't be afraid to give me some, I need it to improve myself...! :)
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''UNTITLED STORY DERP''
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Chapter 1
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