11-03-2007, 08:20 AM
Mad tom Booney slowly brings down his old bronze spyglass as a small grin grows over his face. He tosses the spyglass onto the navigational table and gives the helm a quarter turn to the right. The bow of his boat, the Lucky Jack, crashes through the waves that are often created in the shallows around his destination, Buccaneers Den.
He knew the area well and let the boat lead it's own course and let his own mind wander over the events that him led him to leave the land in the first place.
He had been a pirate for ages. As a young boy he had always been drawn to the sea salt breezes and the crashing waves. To say he was born to a be pirate would be an understatement. Salt water coursed through his veins and the chilly ocean air filled his lungs. Once he was old enough to leave home he left and found his place on the "Privateer", a particularly run down "ship for hire" which had some, shall we say, opportunistic tendencies? They were sea mercenaries. Doing whatever job was necessary to the highest bidder. You needed to transport that gold to Ice island? The Privateer did it. You needed some muscle to protect your cartography exploits along the coast? The privateer did it. And of course when no one was around to pay the bills, or the rum ran out, the Privateer turned to pirating. It was Mad Tom's education. He learned everything from that ship and it's crew. How to properly weld a scimitar, how lob an explosion potion perfectly and of course how to drink rum like a professional.
Mad Tom couldn't stay on "The Privateer" forever though. He was a pirate after all, and one of the joys of being a pirate was the mobility, and he was tired of taking orders from everyone else. After one particularly bloody sea battle the crew of the privateer had completely wiped out the crew of another boat. In moment of pure bravado Mad Tom, became Captain Mad Tom Booney and untied the lines connecting the plundered ship to the privateer. He hopped aboard and sailed away throwing a small, sarcastic wave to his past crew and officers.
This was the start of the living legend of Captain Mad Tom Booney. The scourge of the seas and his ship the Lucky Jack. Of course with such stories circulating a lot of attention came his way as well. Mad Tom had the amazing ability to sniff out the biggest treasures and when one man goes for the big prize, powerful people take notice.
He was counting his gold, drinking his rum and planning his next voyage (this is how all pirates pass the time while not on the seas) in his safe house when three armed guards burst through the door with a warrant for his arrest. Mad Tom jumped to his feet, grabbed the key for Lucky Jack and hit recall. The guards were caught grasping through thin air.
After that close call Mad Tom decided to set sail, and left the mainland. He left it all behind except that which he carried in his backpack
Mad Tom Booney snaps back to attention as his mainsail luffs on the Lucky Jack.
"5 years since I've even set me foot on land..."
He could now see the lights of the taverns and could hear the general ruckus that occurs in them.
"Buccaneers den..."
He thoughtfully grabs up all of his essentials. His battle worn scimitar, his bronze eyepiece, and with a grin he ties his red bandanna around his brow.
"I'm home"
(OOC: I don't want any items or anything. Just saying hello to everyone)
He knew the area well and let the boat lead it's own course and let his own mind wander over the events that him led him to leave the land in the first place.
He had been a pirate for ages. As a young boy he had always been drawn to the sea salt breezes and the crashing waves. To say he was born to a be pirate would be an understatement. Salt water coursed through his veins and the chilly ocean air filled his lungs. Once he was old enough to leave home he left and found his place on the "Privateer", a particularly run down "ship for hire" which had some, shall we say, opportunistic tendencies? They were sea mercenaries. Doing whatever job was necessary to the highest bidder. You needed to transport that gold to Ice island? The Privateer did it. You needed some muscle to protect your cartography exploits along the coast? The privateer did it. And of course when no one was around to pay the bills, or the rum ran out, the Privateer turned to pirating. It was Mad Tom's education. He learned everything from that ship and it's crew. How to properly weld a scimitar, how lob an explosion potion perfectly and of course how to drink rum like a professional.
Mad Tom couldn't stay on "The Privateer" forever though. He was a pirate after all, and one of the joys of being a pirate was the mobility, and he was tired of taking orders from everyone else. After one particularly bloody sea battle the crew of the privateer had completely wiped out the crew of another boat. In moment of pure bravado Mad Tom, became Captain Mad Tom Booney and untied the lines connecting the plundered ship to the privateer. He hopped aboard and sailed away throwing a small, sarcastic wave to his past crew and officers.
This was the start of the living legend of Captain Mad Tom Booney. The scourge of the seas and his ship the Lucky Jack. Of course with such stories circulating a lot of attention came his way as well. Mad Tom had the amazing ability to sniff out the biggest treasures and when one man goes for the big prize, powerful people take notice.
He was counting his gold, drinking his rum and planning his next voyage (this is how all pirates pass the time while not on the seas) in his safe house when three armed guards burst through the door with a warrant for his arrest. Mad Tom jumped to his feet, grabbed the key for Lucky Jack and hit recall. The guards were caught grasping through thin air.
After that close call Mad Tom decided to set sail, and left the mainland. He left it all behind except that which he carried in his backpack
Mad Tom Booney snaps back to attention as his mainsail luffs on the Lucky Jack.
"5 years since I've even set me foot on land..."
He could now see the lights of the taverns and could hear the general ruckus that occurs in them.
"Buccaneers den..."
He thoughtfully grabs up all of his essentials. His battle worn scimitar, his bronze eyepiece, and with a grin he ties his red bandanna around his brow.
"I'm home"
(OOC: I don't want any items or anything. Just saying hello to everyone)