OOC: OOC: Ahoy, matey! Welcome on board the good ship Traitor Game XXIV: A Traitor's Life For Me! This be the long-awaited pirate scenario. And so we begin with the prologue to set up the situation. Do not post your prologues until I say otherwise...
Prologue: A pirate vessel in the open ocean, late at night
The pirate vessel known as the Jolly Roger stood silent in the ocean water. A few of the crew roamed about, tending to their duties, but they did so mostly in silence. Aside from the occasional muttering and humming of a shanty, the only sound was that of the ocean.
All of the crew took great care to stay out of the way of their captain, the infamous James Hook. They knew how Hook would react if any of them dared to bump him. It was best to humor the hook and step aside when he walked past them.
On this night, Hook was especially gloomy. Of his crew, only the Irish bo'sun Smee had any idea just why Hook was so troubled, but even he did not know the whole story.
Hook had little to be cheerful about. His worthy adversary, Peter Pan, had disappeared, and thus there was no point in returning to Neverland. And while he had finally rid himself of the crocodile, it had come at such a price that he almost wished the crocodile had finished him off after all.
What was coming for him was far worse.
As Hook stood on the quarterdeck, gazing out to sea, a voice spoke from behind him.
"Your time is almost up."
The crew gasped. Davy Jones, the captain of the Flying Dutchman, had appeared aboard their ship. And the previously calm ocean beside the ship rippled and churned, and from it arose the form of another vessel. It was the Flying Dutchman, the vessel Jones was cursed to sail for eternity.
As Hook's crew ran about aimlessly, Davy Jones stepped forward. His form twisted into a mockery of man, with squid-like tentacles hanging from his face, he approached Captain Hook intently.
"You remember our agreement. I allow you to sail as captain of the Jolly Roger for ten years, after which you belong to me, to spend the next hundred years in my service."
Hook raised his metal claw defiantly. "I am James Hook, captain of the Jolly Roger! I serve no master, not even Davy Jones himself!"
"But you must not forget ... it was I who saved you after your encounter with the crocodile. I could have easily left you to drown in the remnants of a gutted animal. You owe me your soul."
Hook's defiance faded only slightly. "You are correct. You saved my life, expecting something from me in return. To not give you anything would be bad form. However, I believe we can work out an arrangement. Suppose I were to offer you something else, aside from my service?"
The captain of the Flying Dutchman looked Hook directly in the eye. "What is the soul of Captain James Hook worth?"
(continued next post)