Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-25012303-20140411223505

Jackie Minx stood on a plank of wood afloat on water, from the wreckage of a ship the ocean had recently claimed. She rode it, standing stationary with her feet together, and with one hand in her pocket, and the other clutching a bottle of mead. She took a swig as she neared the docks of Pirate city, clambering over it, and striding past her ship. In retrospect, it may have been easier to sail to the enemy ship, rather than swim, but that would have defeated the purpose of a floating plank of wood, of which she now had.

Jacks walked through the town, toward the delegation set to determine the next Pirate King. Upon arriving, she said a simple mock "Yo ho ho," and bowed swayingly. She then turned and took at the inn, awaiting the hour with which she and her crew would be summoned to the committee for the decision to be made.