Editing Nosferatus Family/Abbot/Barbarossa/RP1
The salty waters of the cobalt gulf splash against the bow of the Madinan merchant ship, the sun is out and a chilly northern wind strikes the large canvas sails of Barbarossas ship as he takes a deep breath after which he shudders.
"Aye! the winds 'r a changin!"
He leans over the wooden frame at the front starboard as if to inspect the waters.
Normally tucked away in his cabinet, counting his coins, Captain Barbarossa atracted the attention of several of his crew members who inquired his unusual intrest in the very winds he so loathed. For the last years they spend with Barabrossa traveling the inner seas forced to hear him endlessly cursin the cold northern climate. But this time that same very wind brought them quickly and smoothly over the waters.
"Lads! good news! 'r last trip the cursid norths this shall be! 'er big blue mercy 'as shown me in 'er depths the changes to come! as the stargazers march south, so shall we, our work here has shed off it's fruits 'n now we shall reap 'em!"
Somewhat puzzled and confused, several crew members start to cheer and soon the others followed. As far as they could, they understood, that there endless sailing up and down the inner sea was over. But where these 'new winds' shall take them this time, was for them still a mystery. Yet Barbarossa seem to knew very well what it meant and never before have they seen there captain this excited before.
"Ye can't hide ny longer father, it's time 'or yer head to come out of yer miserable hole for me to cut it off and threw it in the depths of the fissoan straight..." He mumbled softly before he looked out over the endless blue waters and preached. "'n by 'er mercy shall we prevail, by 'er mercy 'er wrath shall once more be feared, 'n the ol treachiours royalist wenchh be jousted with er kin from yer blessed lands..."
Two sailors close by look each other in the eyes trying to control there laugh. "Kook kook!" the black haired young northern lad said to his pal as he implies insanity with his gestures. The other lads eyes opened wide as he spots Barbarossa's attention for there conversation. His pal, faced with his back to the captain continued with his impressions. "Ay! 'R 'R 'r mhgumple 'R!" he said while depicting him self as the captain, with a belly and a long beard, skiping from one leg to the other. His scared companion shook his head widley implying him to stop, but the northerner continued, now even more fanatic then before, almost screaming, jumping now from left to right putting up is funniest voice impression of his captain. "Ay! me's not fat! 'em 'r di 'R big bones! 'er mercy for me belly! 'R 'R....." Yet before he could finish his little comedy show, he felt the coldness of sharp stell on his troath.
"Yer one funny lad arn't ye? lets see how funny yer to the Kraken! WALK THE PLANK YE SCUM!" His furosious eyes now turned on the poor lads pal who was still shaking his head wildly from left to right with its eyes wide open. " Prepare the plank! or do ye feel like a swim?" The lad didn't hesitate for a second and ran to the other side of the deck where he cleared the plank of fishin crew members as per a fell one swoop. "'here ye go!" The captain burst out in a tremblin laughter as alike his father as his men take the poor northern lad to the feared plank of captain Barbarossa. "Now THIS 'her is one comedy show!" He spurtles from under his shatering laughter.
"Aye me lads, where goin to 'ave loads o fun, we can see that! whahaha!" He continues while the northern lad is painfuly balancing on the top end of the plank just before a large wave strikes the port of the ship...
