Real Pirates Steal Shit: Like Ships
WHO: The Captain Aziza and her loyal(?) crew of Liberty’s youngins (+ customers? You'll will beprobably be forced to walk the plank though)
WHEN: Thursday July 15th, afternoon
WHERE: Captain CheesyBeard’s Restaurant
WHAT: Aziza is sick and tired of this bad food and lazy workers. The only logical answer, of course, is to steal the ship and set sail for an epic adventure. Any maybe get into an epic pirate battle.
RATING: P for Piracy
After fours days of all this Aziza was going to snap. Besides the crew she had personally hired, the rest of the staff was lazy - and that was putting it lightly. The kitchen had almost burned down the day before because one of the FU students had fallen asleep while making tuna melts she still had no clue what those were, customers complained about the crappy service by most of the servers and she was honestly ready to just toss these land lubbers overboard.
Which was exactly what she planned to do.
After stealing the ship of course. Cause the police would catch her or something if she just pushed bitchy customers and lazy workers overboard right next to shore. Which would explain why she was sneaking through to the kitchen to get to the stairs in order to reach the forecastle, her new 2nd mate at her side (because she had promised Peter he could he the 1st mate after all). It wasn’t like she’d be able to weigh anchor herself, that was much more difficult than simply making sure the rudder and helm were working together properly.
After ushering Valen up the ladder and casting a quick look around, not that anyone was paying attention anyways, she followed, crouching along the floor until they reached the hole where the anchor hung out of. Thank Allah it was on the side facing away from shore.
“Alright, see the crank there? We have to turn it to bring the anchor up.” Aziza moved towards the crank bolted to the floor, rolling the sleeves of her uniform up and rubbing her hands together. It was now or never. She took a deep breath, hoped this thing was oiled recently and shoved at the lever, grunting as she tried to make it turn.
WHEN: Thursday July 15th, afternoon
WHERE: Captain CheesyBeard’s Restaurant
WHAT: Aziza is sick and tired of this bad food and lazy workers. The only logical answer, of course, is to steal the ship and set sail for an epic adventure. Any maybe get into an epic pirate battle.
RATING: P for Piracy
After fours days of all this Aziza was going to snap. Besides the crew she had personally hired, the rest of the staff was lazy - and that was putting it lightly. The kitchen had almost burned down the day before because one of the FU students had fallen asleep while making tuna melts she still had no clue what those were, customers complained about the crappy service by most of the servers and she was honestly ready to just toss these land lubbers overboard.
Which was exactly what she planned to do.
After stealing the ship of course. Cause the police would catch her or something if she just pushed bitchy customers and lazy workers overboard right next to shore. Which would explain why she was sneaking through to the kitchen to get to the stairs in order to reach the forecastle, her new 2nd mate at her side (because she had promised Peter he could he the 1st mate after all). It wasn’t like she’d be able to weigh anchor herself, that was much more difficult than simply making sure the rudder and helm were working together properly.
After ushering Valen up the ladder and casting a quick look around, not that anyone was paying attention anyways, she followed, crouching along the floor until they reached the hole where the anchor hung out of. Thank Allah it was on the side facing away from shore.
“Alright, see the crank there? We have to turn it to bring the anchor up.” Aziza moved towards the crank bolted to the floor, rolling the sleeves of her uniform up and rubbing her hands together. It was now or never. She took a deep breath, hoped this thing was oiled recently and shoved at the lever, grunting as she tried to make it turn.