23: [Action/Video] Pirates

[dashboardlite]

Who'll make his mark
The captain cried
To the devil drink a toast
We'll glut the hold
With cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better
Served beneath my flag
If you've the stomach
For a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you've ever dreamed.

Obscenely loud music is blaring from one of the first floor parlors, and it possesses a remarkable nautical quality that borders on the fucking epic.  You might be wondering the reason for these festive tunes, curious resident.  If you happen to be peering through your communicator or walking down the hall, venturing into the nearest open door, your vision is assaulted by a swath of colorful fabrics draped over the furniture, from the ceilings, along the walls.  The alluring glitter of gold winks up at you from piles on the floor, and a bust of someone who looks suspiciously like Edward Teach is bedecked in jewelry and scarves.

The captain rose from a silk divan
With a pistol in his fist
And shot the lock from an iron box
And a blood red ruby kissed
I give you jewelry of turquoise
A crucifix of solid gold
One hundred thousand silver pieces
It is just as I foretold
You, you see there before you
Everything you've ever dreamed.

You might even see Dean Winchester, sporting an eyepatch and a large, plumed hat, lounging on a silk divan.  His jeans are tucked into heavy leather boots and he's wielding a flintlock pistol, cleaning the barrel with a chamois rag.  Pausing for one moment, he sets the gun aside and reaches over to pick up one of the gold doubloons scattered across the floor.  He then peels away the leafing and pops the chocolate money into his mouth, enjoying it with obvious relish.  Turning the music down as soon as it breaks to an instrumental interlude, Dean crosses his legs on the divan, getting comfortable.

He pulls out a hip flask, taking a swig and saluting the camera with his left hand - observant residents might notice that he appears to have only four fingers now.  Then he spreads his arms to welcome the adoring audience.

"All aboard, bitches."

Comments

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

And if you ask Droog, it is a damn good city. But, being full of mobsters, it lacks room for pirates.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

S'a damn shame, if you ask me, not havin' pirates. Not that we got any now, where I'm from, but we used to. Crazy sonsabitches ruled the seas.

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Dressed like this.

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

You're going to have to sell him on this one, Dean.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, that's where you're wrong. These pirates were so damn badass that one of 'em actually set his beard on fire to scare his enemies.

[ARE YOU IMPRESSED YET? ARE YOU?]

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

One brow quirks a bit.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Pft.]

No, but that ain't the point. The point is that they're fuckin' awesome.

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

He saunters over and leans on one arm of the divan, crossing his arms.

Professor Winchester teaches history.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Pirates are like...they were the rebels of their time, man. They defied the king and raided his ships because taxes were high and shit.

[Dean draws on the knowledge of things Sammy has taught him in the past.]

Funny thing is, they actually used to work for the king raiding enemy fleets and stuff, but then the king was kind of an asshole so they quit.

[See? Pirates. Fucking awesome.]

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh.
He uncrosses his arms, plants a hand on the divan and leans a little, looming over Dean. He's interested. His interest might be somewhat intimidating, but there it is.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I mean...I dunno, I guess there were a lotta different pirate ships, but they all kinda did the same thing. Some of 'em banded together.

[He thinks he saw a special on the History Channel once, waaaaaay late at night.]

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Nah, not back then. But they were a big pain in his ass, that's for sure.

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...y'know, I dunno. I think piracy just kinda died out. There weren't any more ships to rob, and rules got tighter or somethin'.

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

And you'd know a lot about rebels, huh?

[Dean tips his pirate hat back, looking up at Droog.]

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

P-p-p-pokerface.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

You either do or ya don't.

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

Simple as that.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

You gotta get some Grade-A pirates, man.

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He snorts.]

It's a...uh...a figure of speech, man. It just means "really good".

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]