Name: James Anslow
Pirate Name: (Help?)
Appearance: black hair, hazel eyes, tall
Clothing: normal pirate clothing cook clothing with a chef hat
Weapons: knives, he also has a few deadly tongs lying around the kitchen so be careful
Personality: pretty careless, doesn't really pay attention
Why Did They Join: (Optional)
I just whipped this up, so my apologies. Some help with his pirate name would be great
(Okay, you know the drill, turn order is first come, first serve.)
(Right now, no one is part of the crew yet. The Captain has docked at a port town to find people to be part of his crew. Everyone should meet at the local tavern.)
Edward walked into a tavern with an unsavory reputation in hopes of finding people to be his crewmembers. His last crew that his uncle commanded all jumped ship as soon as they found out how bad he is at being leader. He hoped for a fresh start here at Salty Dog Bar so hopefully someone would like to help him.
(Ok seriously, I have no idea what to do for his pirate name)
James walked into a bar after a strangely tall and strange looking person. He walked over to the bar,hoping to get a job there as a cook. They immediately refused him, knowing his reputation. He didn't understand why everyone was so against his cooking.
Flare grinned confidently, tossing her knife at the wall. It landed perfectly in a crack in the wall and a cheer went up around her. The person who was standing against the wall let out a sigh of relief as it thudded into the wall above him. Another man grabbed her knife and tossed it back to Flare. She raised it above her head to throw it again.
Suddenly, someone stepped backward into Flare and she stumbled. The knife flew from her hand as she fell to the ground and thudded into the wall. She looked back up at the wall and gasped in horror.
(Don't worry about then, Dragon. I just thought it would be fun.)
(Turn order: Me, Egg, Pheonix, Dragon, Wow.)
Edward walked into The Salty Dog Bar and looked around. There appeared to be several candidates for his crew but he wasn't sure how to even approach them. He tried to keep a cool head as he walked to the bar. He asked the bartender "What do ye have to drink?" The bartender said "Rum, and that's about it." Edward said "I'll have that then."