The Pirate AU Meme - slightly extended

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(Pirate AU Meme)

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1.  Boarded:  Your ship has been boarded, and as captain you've been captured!  Better hope the other captain gives quarter.  Alternatively, it's a nice warm day for a swim.  That plank was made for walking.

2.  Victory:  You've captured another ship!  You knew those extra cannons would come in handy.  And let's hope they've got lots of swag!  Where's the captain? Are you the decent sort, or are you going to rub their face in it for a bit?

3.  Swab the decks:  You're a cabin boy!  It's a good thing you don't mind doing all the dirty work, right?  Anyway, the captain's calling; better see what they want.

4.  Marooned:  For a bit there you'd thought you were in Davy's Jones' grip, but somehow you've washed ashore with the driftwood.  As you stare dazedly up from the surf, you have questions.  Where are you?  And who's that already on the shore?

5.  Buried Treasure:  Sink me! You've really found the mother lode. . . but you're not the only one.  Who gets to take the treasure back to their ship?  Better make sure it's you.

6.  Rum:  Rum, everywhere. 

7.  Swordfight:  It's that person you can't stand!  And they've taken your most valuable possession, that one of a kind thing you just can't live without!  Better get that trinket back before it and your nemesis are gone over the side forever.  Let's hear some swashes buckling.

8.  Mutiny:  The tack is full of maggots and this drinking water may as well have come from the gutter.  There's one person to blame for this, and you're here to make especially sure that they pay for it.  The captain does always seem to take the best treasure before everybody else.

9.  Kidnapping:  Don't they look rather peaceful, innocent even, sleeping so soundly there with their fancy nightclothes and pillows.  Brings a tear to your eye, it does.  Better take them aboard and send for a ransom.

10.  Take a Gamble:  Gotta spend your loot somehow, but it must have been the rum that had you bettin' everything at once!  You've lost to your hornswagglin' shipmate; what did you lose, and what will they make you do now?

11. Under the Sea:  You are now a Mermaid/Merman!  That sailor over there sure looks appealing; let's see if you can lure them in with your charms.  Don't forget that they can't breathe under water!  You do seem to always forget, don't you. . .

12.  Enemy from the Deep:  What was that?  Did you feel that?  An unseen enemy is about to take this ship swiftly to the bottom of the ocean.  Giant squid, enormous whales, sea serpents . . . hope you make it.

13.  The Doldrums:  Can you say cabin fever?  The sails haven't moved in weeks.  You're about seeing if your mates can relieve this awful boredom.  And hopefully find some food and water.  Don't squabble over it, now.

14.  The Brig:  Something you did has gotten you imprisoned in the very depths of this ship.  How long until you see your next meal?  When you see who put you here again, you'll make them pay.  Hold on, maybe there's someone else here too.

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Make up your own!  Arrrrr!
 meme by tropospheres and pandarosi 

Comments

[sheshipsit]

[ It's almost comical really, how he's still puffed up and ever the proud popinjay despite his less than fortunate circumstances at this moment in time. Portugal's only initial response as she approaches France's cell is a rather lofty sounding laugh, but eventually she speaks with a far too pleasant smile. ]

You think that I fear my brother? [ She chuckles again, studying his less than perfect and dishevelled appearance through the bars of the cell with notable amusement. ]

Not to worry França, you will be free to go soon enough. I happen to know a very pleasant little island... There isn't much there in the way of nourishment of course, but I'm sure you'll manage until someone finds you.

[france]

[ The scowl deepens as France lowers his head for a moment, intending to spit curses at her. It's quickly raised again, the Frenchman far too proud to degrade himself to that point. Yet. ]

You are juste like petit Angleterre. You do things without considering the consequences of your actions. [ Gloved hands now stained with the filth of the cell come up to grip at iron bars, arms straining. A mere man wouldn't be able to do much, but Francis was no mere man; he was a country, and one in its Golden Age at that. He still couldn't really bend them much, but the metal groaned at the strain being placed under the strain. ] But you are not like petit Angleterre, Portugal. You are far older than him, and yet, no wiser than him.

[ The bars are released with a grunt and France pulls back, having warped them slightly, arms and hands burning. ] Do that, and I promise you, you will regret it. [ Ever the proud little peacock, he folds his arms over his chest, regarding her. ] Return me home and release me from this cell, and je suppose I will minimize the incident to my king.

[ With a considerably lower tone: ] Fail to do this, and I will do anything in my power to emphasize the problem of our strained diplomatic relations to him.