† 004 [Video]

[hullonurse]

[Upon the deck of the Weather Hardy, there stands the perfect image of a pirate queen (yes, that's what she's actually wearing) in all her splendor, smirking down at the communicator.]

Yarr, we here be claiming this ship in the name of England. [But, Rosemary, you're a pirate, pirates don't claim things in the name of their country-] If ye be

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[madamefatale]

[ She frowns at the pirate queen on the communicator, setting it propped against something while she tends to her hair, adjusting the powdered wig just so. ]

How quaint. I do not suppose you have seen my husband - no, no that doesn't sound right, Austria as of late? I have been looking for him. Perhaps there will even be a reward in store.

[hullonurse]

["Captain Kirkland" smirks back at the other woman, tipping her hat back slightly to see better.]

I might have, aye. What kind of reward are we talking about here, m'sweet?

[madamefatale]

Why don't we discuss such things once you tell me? Is he there, or not?

[hullonurse]

There may be a very good chance of it... And if he is, I think I should be making the demands around here, right, luv?

[Action]

[dontcallmegol]

{I SEE YOU'VE MET MY ATTACK LION!

Ahem, I mean. In the flutter of an impressive white coat there stands a man on 'your' ship. One Portgas D. Ace and he doesn't look impressed or amused by this. Even if he weren't a Marine this sort of behavior would never fly. He'll just be taking back what is rightfully his.

Lets just hope he doesn't get too sucked into his role to accidentally BURN THE PIRATE SHIP DOWN.}

You two are ballsy I'll give you that. {He's casually removing a white glove from his hand.}

action;

[noblemen]

Aye, that we be's. [ And now it's time to approach this man, the most professional out of the lot on board thus far, as he isn't in a lion costume or dressed up like a hula dancer, and then to smile and pause, just a few paces short of him. ] But that bite won't take, matey. Compliments are for corsairs, and brutality for buccaneers. [ He leans forward and flashes him a grin. ]

Savvy?

action;

[dontcallmegol]

{He tucks his glove into his pocket with nonchalance, unphased by you stalking toward him. He looks down on you like you are the worst pirate he's ever seen. A wicked smirk tugs up the corner of his mouth.}

Do your worst. {He'll even spread his arms out with confidence. Gonna run him through?}

[noblemen]

[ And despite Arthur's nearly overwhelming stupidity brashness, he does have to pause and turn his head to the side, glancing back at the man before him. ]

Ehm.

You ain'ts gonna be drawin' a sword?