‘That injury looks pretty rough Cap’n! Here let me help you out.’ The gnome-like man picks you up easily with his hulking muscles, as if
You’re snapped back to the present when for Completely Unrelated Reasons, you feel a sharp pain and your recent injury starts to throb painfully. You’ve
You contemplate A Completely Smutless and Publishable future between the two of you – after a long, exhausting day of cap’ning your crew (they don’t
“Ahoy, cap’n!” The gnome-like man says, bending the bars of your brig with incredible strength. His muscles glisten. I have been told that I have
The gnome-like man jumps backward and starts shaking, looking around anxiously. He suddenly bolts, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You drift off, overcome with
So you wake up in a brig, yeah. It’s a little on the nose to be honest, it’s the room you’d imagine throwing the most
You yell ‘Oi fuck off with that chickenshit blunderbuss bullshit and fight me like a man’ and the navyman is so startled that he drops
The sparkly man starts to chuckle nefariously, removing his snazzy shades. You feel like you should recognize him, but months of blunt force trauma have
You manage to get out a shaky ‘Youuuouu’ before passing out from profuse blood loss Pass out from profuse blood loss (Page 12)
You remember reading something strategy related from Sun Tzu. It was that or the years of naval service, in any case you fall back a
We interrupt this battle to ground this story in a historical context. Ahem. . . the year is some time after the discovery and spread
Tired of the endless screens of text, you blaze forward, “No time! ONWARD!” You point a cutlass vaguely toward a conveniently large gaping hole in