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Welcome to Beat to Quarters, a Play-by-Post Text Roleplay set in 1741. It's the Age of Sail, and also the Age of Piracy here in the West Indies. Will you fight for King and Country and uphold the law here at the edge of colonial civilization? Or will you pillage and plunder to your black heart's content? The wind's a-blowin' and the sea awaits, so prepare for adventure...

The Tale So Far

September, 1741:

Madre de Dios, a Spanish galleon loaded with gold, is on her way back to Europe with her convoy. But an ambush lies in wait for her in the Inaguas – the Sea Hound is planning a bold assault on the larger ship, her pirate crew willing to risk it all for gold and glory. But Sea Hound is both predator and prey, as the HMS Steadfast closes in for another encounter with her quarry. The deadly showdown between the three forces is fast approaching...

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After "Beat to Quarters" closed, "Before the Mast" is the site leading the stories in the West Indies... but in 1720. Active since August 2010.

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Rodrigo Sol Valera
Posted: Feb 8 2011, 04:55 AM
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The night was quiet, the stars watching from above the ghostly shadows aboard the “Sea Hound”, performing their morning duties in silence, much earlier than usual. Five bells of the middle watch had ripped the silence, and most of the pirate ship’s crew were already at their places when the order to weigh anchor was given. Men scurried about the deck as well as up and down the rigging, a sail taken in, a line secured, several of them manning the capstan… Anticipation was floating in the air and in the minds of each pirate. Everybody knew what he had to do and a new day began under the light of the Morning Star.

Sol was standing at the bow, wings of wind touching his face as he stared out at the sea, wondering again if God wanted or not to bring “Madre de Dios” in their way, and if yes, at which price for the pirate ship.

“Check with the rope line for sand bars!” he told one of the younger men. “Here it isn’t too difficult to run aground if not careful enough!”

The waters here required this measure, especially at night. But, unlike other areas they were heading to, at least here it was possible to navigate at night, at small speed and with all the precautions.


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Feliciano Artur da Rosa
Posted: Feb 11 2011, 05:55 PM
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There had been no order to keep lights out, but it was good practice not to light more lanterns than were needed. It saved fuel and guaranteed that no light remained unguarded. Feliciano had been on the quarter-deck for a while now, using two lanterns to make visible the maps he'd spread out going over the route once more with the helmsmen who'd steer Sea Hound away from Inagua.

When he had explained it to them, he went over it again with the bosun and his mates. For reasons of his own, he wanted an excuse to keep the lights visible and bright for as long as possible while the night still lasted.

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Annette Williams
Posted: Apr 12 2011, 12:06 AM
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Annie came out onto the deck and took a deep breath of the fresh, early morning air. The sounds of the men readying the ship came to her and secured a feeling of safety, in a way. It wasn't that she felt that none of these pirates meant any harm, quite the contrary in some cases, but more that the sounds were familiar and nostalgic of a more simplistic life when she knew where each change in life was taking her. Walking to an unoccupied edge rail, Annie reflected on the past month or so of her life. It seemed like only yesterday that she was on the ship from Boston, going to a new world where the only familiar things she could hang onto were her stuck-up step mother and her conservative brother.

Still, though... she missed them. If anything they were constant, never changing entities as easy to predict as the path of the constellations across the clear night sky.

Her eyes felt misty as the morning wind began to whisk at her face. Well, it was either the wind, or the memory of that past life that seemed like such a fairytale now.

There were so many uncertainties left to clear up. What was to become of her and her partner? Would they survive this upcoming battle?

Where was Jeremiah? What had happened to him?

At the thought of her brother, Annie's eyes dropped from the constant stars, to the churning waters below the ship's hull. The few lights that had been left lit on the ship reflected haphazardly in a way that mirrored her thought process. What had become of her only brother?


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Jack Kildare
Posted: Apr 12 2011, 11:30 PM
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Jack sat on the edge of the ship breathing in the salty sea air with a small breeze blowing in his face. Standing not far from where he sat stood the young skittish thing that came aboard with that little snot. She seemed to be doing well among the swarming of men aboard the ship now. “Well it’s good to see you not jumping at every strange sound you hear now isn’t it,” Jack replied using a softer tone then he had used when the two had first met. He had had his doubts about her, but so far, she was proving herself worthy of being a part of the crew.

“Well Lassie how do you like being aboard this fine ship” he asked fife in hand.

Brining it to his lips, he played an old tune he learned from his native Ireland. It sounded like one of the old marches that he had heard when he learned to play by ear. Finishing his tune, he seemed more at ease then he had been. Now looking at the sky, he added, “it looks to be a good morning perhaps but fate has a strange sense of humor and perhaps that may change”.

Twirling his fife in his hand he listened to the rest of the crew as the new shift was taking their positions and starting the day. Jack had been on the prior shift only have a few hours sleep here and there when he could manage. Not that sleeping was a bad thing but falling asleep at the job was a foolhardy thing and he wanted as much rest as possible before taking the next shift over for his fellow helmsman who had taken to being ill. It didn’t look good and he didn’t know what was wrong with the man.


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Annette Williams
Posted: Apr 17 2011, 06:10 PM
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“Well it’s good to see you not jumping at every strange sound you hear now isn’t it,”

Looking around briefly, Annie discovered the owner of the voice as being Mr. Jack. She hadn't interacted with him since the fight just the night before, and she wasn't really sure how to react to his comment now. Remembering the very sarcastic tones he had used on her then, she was rather surprised to find his voice somewhat kinder now.

Still unable to cure herself of her social nervousness, however, her only response to him was a nod of acknowledgment, an awkward smile, and fidgeting of the hands.

“Well Lassie how do you like being aboard this fine ship” he asked fife in hand.

About to answer the question with a generically polite comment, Annie ended up acting a bit more honestly when all of her recent experiences welled up within her. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it and turned again towards the rail. With a frustrated huff her eyes then cast downward to watch the lights float in the churning waves beneath them. How did she like it here? Oh what a question to answer...

Mr. Jack began playing a simple tune on his fife which seemed to lighten the mood some. It sounded like a march that she may have heard somewhere a long time ago, but was only the ghost of a tune in her memory now.

“It looks to be a good morning perhaps but fate has a strange sense of humor and perhaps that may change”.

Lost in thought, Annie hadn't even noticed that Mr. Jack had even stopped playing. Now she turned her face to the sky at his comment and watched for a moment as the morning star shone before them, bright and burning.

"I suppose many sailors learn that the hard way, aye Mr. Jack?" she asked with a melancholic twist to her voice as her thoughts roamed once again to the storm and the demise of the 'Rose Claret'. Some whisps of clouds had begun to show on the horizon where the sun would rise in the next few hours. Almost as a sense of ironic foreshadowing, they had just started to be tinged pink, teasing that they might turn red with the morning sunrise.


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Feliciano Artur da Rosa
Posted: May 2 2011, 10:23 AM
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Now that the sun was about to rise it was time to depart. Soon the lights wouldn't carry any more, outshone by the brightness of day. If the Navy ship that was tracking them hadn't seen them, there was nothing to help them now.

Feliciano joined Sol at the bow. “Captain, we should set sail, we still have a whole day's journey ahead of us,” he said, addressing Sol by his title as gentle reminder that he had to give the order.
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Rodrigo Sol Valera
Posted: May 2 2011, 02:28 PM
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While Feliciano, Jack, Billy and the other helmsman were looking at the map, Paul came to tell him that there were no sand bars on any side of the ship, his rope had checked. He wasn’t too pleased by the necessity of using lanterns in order to see the maps, but, at the same time, he wasn’t really worried either. In this quiet bay, it was unlikely to meet any other ship. And if by chance the galleon was coming here – but why should „Madre de Dios”? – the lanterns of a ship at anchor might tempt her exactly how he had initially planned, only that not quite in the best spot for it.

Now why was Feliciano explaining the same thing to the bossun and his mates? Jack had used the respite to chat with Annette... Well, before a battle it wasn’t exactly the appropriate moment to try to charm a girl!

But when he wanted to say something, Feliciano came closer and told him that they were ready to set sail. This was good news! Everybody was antsy to meet their destiny.

”Hoist the topsails, brace the yards and ... anchors aweigh!” he ordered.


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