Calm Before the Storm

[Albert "Bull" Campbell]

"Bull'll find yeh," he kept murmuring to himself as he retraced his steps back across the sand. The person he had seen had been small, not much more than five feet tall, he thought, and was just a flash of red, black, and gold. Could've been a monkey. "Couldn't'a been no monkey." ...well, there went that theory.

He knew there had been a shipwreck along Anopa Beach, pretty far out, but it wasn't impossible that someone could have floated all the way in and washed up on shore. The little lad would be hungry and tired, and thirsty, Bull would wager. So he wouldn't be able to get far.

He'd already scared the thing half to death, he was sure by now, and he was also sure the boy was now running aimlessly through the jungle. Bull would assemble his men and have them all go after him. He almost felt bad for plotting to pick on someone so tiny... almost.

After some time of walking, Bull came back to the town on Eirini Beach, to his old ship, a fine lass who had run aground on this beach much like his target's ship had. Injured from battle, the ship limped over the treacherous rocks, and try as they might Bull and his crew couldn't steer her away. She was just too hurt. "But yeh made a mighty fine town, didn't yeh," he said, patting the ship's hull before entering. He'd get a drink here, round up a few men, or at least bully them into helping him hunt down that sorry little shipwrecked rascal and any friends he might have.

If they even needed to. Through an old porthole, Bull looked up at the sky to see it turning dark grey, with angry black clouds forming. This storm might just get them, he thought. The kid looked like one of those rich ones; he wouldn't know what to do in a storm. The rich ones never did. Laughing to himself, he went over to his liquor cabinet in his quarters, pulled out a jug, and took a long, hearty swig. If only he were out there to watch the carnage...

Right now, though, it was the calm before the storm. And afterward, when the castaway, or castaways maybe, were more weather-beaten than Bull's old hat, he would go in and capture them.

[Jacob 'Bell' Kent]

Bell hated being trapped somewhere. If there was one thing he hated, it was being trapped. The awkward unease he felt at being in this wooden prison and being forced to do as he was told made him ratty. He'd walked up and down the place two dozen times and there was still no way of escape presenting itself. Bell was so coming over the theory that he was simply dreaming. That these things were not real. Bell had noticed how the more stressed out he was, the more tired he got. He knew he needed sleep but with a mean looking pirate at the door he didn't think he'd get any sleep.

Not right then anyway. This wasn't a dream because he'd pinched himself repeatedly in order to try and wake up and that didn't work as well as they said it did, bunch of lying adults. Bell gulped again, peering out of the little bared whole.
"Aren't you supposed to offer me at least ONE phone call? I have a buddy that will come and bail me out. If you just let me talk to Jay...."
There was no doubt in his mind that Jared would come flying over here to Bail him out.

Angela would too..... and um... well Maybe Sage. He knew Sage kinda owed him a bit of home work help which Sage could get back if he bailed Bell out of this... weird ass prison with pirates.... then finally it dawned on Bell and his smile faded.
"Oh My God! You have to be shitting me?!"
This was a prank?! Who would be this elaborate for a prank? Who in their right minds would think to pay money for people to dress up for a prank.

"Okay Jared! You win! You totally took this far enough! Jared!!!!"
Bell shook at the handle bars of his wooden prison and suddenly came face to face with an angry sneering pirate. The younger boy let out a scream and scrambled backward away from the big, hairy, sweaty, fishy and loads of other words ending in the letter -y pirate. He hit the wall behind him and slid down it to the bottom glaring at the Pirate.

"I want to see your manager! You're hired help, Lame brain! I want to see your manager!!!!!!"
Bell screamed so loud he hoped that Jared and whoever else was playing this trick on him could hear him. He'd woken up in this Cell. There was a beachy smell to the air coming in through the outside. They'd put a lot of detail into this prank. The smell of the sea. The realism in the makeup of the actors. The smell of them too.
"I WANT TO SEE YOUR MANAGER!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[Albert "Bull" Campbell]

The pirate, more than a little bummed that he couldn't find that little flash of red and black and gold, went straight to his quarters, where he learned that it seemed he had a new captive. A little bird had told him as he entered the room; literally, his parrot had come flying, screeching "Captive! RAWK, Captive!" Aye, he was a good little bird. Bull fed him with a few seeds out of his pocket and put his jug of rum down on the table.

"I've a new captive?" he asked. "Is that so, Bonny? Well, what say ye we go and give him a nice... warm... welcome." He got up, taking the jug with him, and proceeded down into the brig, which had been repurposed as another brig. Of course.

The rascal was yelling, just how Bull liked 'em. "A phone call?" He asked, calmly. He didn't know what a phone was. But it couldn't be a good thing, if a prisoner wanted it. "Now why would we let yer do that, boy? Ye got no rights ter anything now, you're Bull's now." He sat back at his table and stared into the cell at the boy. "No, yer not talking to Jay, no way, no how. Jay ain't here." He sneered.

He watched the boy peering out of a barred-up hole only about the size of his face. Little bigger, maybe. "Wouldn't shit ye," Bull said. "Last thing on my mind, boy. You're in here now, maybe for good unless you change yer ways, stop fighting it. Ye might make a mighty fine pirate one day, who am I to say ye won't?" Another hearty swig of the rum. "Well, it is me who'd say. But not now, not with you actin' like a right bilge rat. Speaking of, we got bilges need cleanin' soon-like."

He kept screaming, music to Bull's ears, usually, but this one was just plain annoying, really. So Bull got up and pressed his face to the bars, and the boy fell back, hitting the wall. Bull let out a malevolent laugh.

"Manager?" he asked, musing. The boy demanded the manager again. "I am your manager, bilge rat!" Bull yelled, topping the volume of the boy's voice probably threefold. He took another swig of rum. "There's no way yer gettin' out acting like this, rat! Way it's looking now, if you ever get out, it'll be to go straight to Davey Jones! Now shut yer trap and listen to me!"

Bull took a few breaths. "Which way did he go? You were with him, right?" Of course he was talking about coconut boy. They had to have been together. They seemed like they might have been around the same age, though maybe the black haired boy was a bit younger than this one; he'd been a lot shorter. "Certainly the little rat didn't leave you by yer lonesome, did he? And what's yer name, rat?"

[Jacob 'Bell' Kent]

Bell's eyes fixed on the strange pirate with the parrot on his shoulder. Wow, this was a good company. They even had life birds and real looking bottles of rum. Even the smell was spot on. It reeked making Bell wanna gag in absolute disgust. Bell was told that Jay wasn't there and he frowned through the bars at the ugly ass pirate staring back at him. His eyes narrowed when he was told he was owned by the Bull. That was a bit OTT. What if this was some stupid training camp he'd been sent to? Parents could buy into any shit if they were desprate enough.

Bell tried to keep up when the pirate starts speaking about pirats and not joking and rats. Bell gave a yelp and looked rapidly around the room having just lost interest in whatever Bull had said.
"You got rats?! Ew!"
Bell waved his hand at super speed forgetting that we was in front of people who were NOT Meta's and could possibly send him to a lab of some sort that might to experiments on him and whatever else the rumors said would happen.

He wanted to scare away the rats with the rapid movement if there were any at all. Instead his movement caused some beach sad to go clouding up around him, making him cough a little. Bell gave a yelp and fell quiet when Bull began to scream at him blinking at the pirate he still assumed was some kind of drill seargant or actor. A really good actor! Bell blinked and let the silence fall for a little while staring at the pirate before he cleared his throat.

"Um... Sir? Could you repeat that in English please? ENGLISH...."
Bell tried to say the last word as clearly as he could, his pretty blue eyes full of innocence and confusion. How was he supposed to understand his drill searg when he didn't even speak proper English? Honestly, Bell didn't know what he was saying right then.

[Albert "Bull" Campbell]

Bull snickered a little at Bell's disgust of rats. Rats were...just rats. There was no way to avoid them; so long as there was food in their reach, and there always was despite attempts to make that not so... the rats would come. "Aye, there be rats," Bull said, nodding. His patience was wearing quite thin, but he made the attempt not to let that show. He didn't want the boy to know he was irking him. "But rats ain't the worst thing here, boy. There be those Amazonians, too. I've tried 'em, I have, but after what happened last time, I'll take the rats." He laughed heartily at Bell trying to shoo away nonexistent rats. "Ain't no rats in here right now, boy. Ain't no food in here. They're probably up in the galley.

"I am speakin' the Queen's English!" Bull hollered back. "Get used to it; yer the one with the funny accent 'round here. Not me." He stopped and looked at the boy, seeing the sweet innocence in his eyes. That look used to be Bull, a long time ago, when he was just a boy. The innocence and wonder at the world, the ambition to be something (even if that something turned out to be a bloodthirsty pirate...) Bull sighed and laughed softly as he took another swig of rum. Then, he took a small hip flask of it and offered it to Bell. "Here, boy, might calm ye down. I don't intend on keeping you in here. I intend on helping ye out, if ye wanna be one of us someday. There's plunder in it for ye, lots of it, and women, as many women as ye need. Or men, if they suit yer fancy." He hoped they didn't. They already had one dandy and he was enough of a handful with his dramatic flair.

"So it's up to you, boy. You can be one of us, or you can sit here and rot with yer rats. And I still didn't catch yer name."

[Jacob 'Bell' Kent]

Bell gave a shudder as Bull mentioned that there were rats then he mentioned Amazonians. Like... tall beautiful huntress woman with slinky outfits and big breasts? Those Amazonians? Bell twisted to face the little window through which he could see Bull through. Of course a pirate has tried the hot women. Hell, if he was a pirate he'd try them as well but then Bull mention an incident. Bell's brows pulled together, bright blue eyes focused on the man on the other side of the door.

"What happened last time?"
Bell asked cautiously. Oh God! What if the man got his dick cut off or something in his sleep. That would be disturbing. Bell instinctively glanced downward to make sure he was still alright as far as that was concerned. Bell frowned at the man screaming at him about his own weird accent. There were words he didn't understand but the more Bull spoke the more Bell could understand. Bull held out a hipflash and Bell eyed it uncertainly.

Finally he took it when Bull mentioned he'd help him out of here. He took a swig then coughed heavily at the burn holding the flask back out and doubling over against the door. His head soon popped back into the window when Bull said the words 'as many women as you want'.
"Women?"
Bell repeated. He didn't have a clue what Plunder was but the women part sounded awesome.

"Aye, Cap'ain. I wanna be a pirate! I'm Bell!"
Bell looked hopefully at the pirate on the other side.
"I'm uh... sorta a wizard with magic. I can move 20 times quicker then any of your men. Watch."
Bell disappeared from the doorway and was suddenly at the back of the room facing Bull. Another blink and he was in front of the door again.
"I'm very useful. I can go around this island twice in two minutes. "
Bell quirked his eyebrows up and watched the pirate to see if this information would make him more interested.

[The Trouble of Extensions]

A huge man eating panther, seeking out the weak and tearing them to pieces.

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Bagar prowled around the edges of the camp before making his way inside. He could smell fear, and young meat and he wanted a taste. He let out a low, rumbling growl, stalking towards the pirate captain and his prisoner, keeping to the shadows.

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