AVAST!!

[wwistful]

To whom it may concern,
We've taken liberties with the spoils of your castle but it is not nearly enough to quench our desires for vast riches.
As such, we have taken one of your fine wenches and are holding her hostage.
If somebody does not pay us a handsome fee we shall be setting sail with her on the morrow

Bring all your valuables to our ship or you will never see her again. (Your bodies are an acceptable form of payment. As is booze.)



[[ooc: Murdoc and Dirk are PIRATES for the wish event and Dolores humored them a little too much. Murdoc has wished himself a ship into the lake. It is full of booze.]]

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[grandhighwizard]

WHY NOT?
i have a little time on my hands, my lad.

[wwistful]

I shall await your company, then.

[grandhighwizard]

[And not long after, a woman will appear at the shore of the lake. She's very tall (though not as tall as, say, Mamma Gkika), and what can only be described as shapely, even Amazonian, with sharp, foxy features and a little Mona Lisa smile. She looks around for the ship as she walks down to the water in long, ground-eating strides. Rhys hadn't bothered to dress like a woman, simply transfiguring some of his regular clothes into something more suited to her current body. Which meant flowing linen pants which hugged her hips, and a tunic top with a plunging neckline. Of course, feminine underwear was a little harder to accomplish, so there's quite a bit of movement under that tunic as she walks.]

[wwistful]

[Murdoc has entrusted Dolores into the hands of his first mate Dirk for the moment. So now he's leaning lazily over the side of his ship with a nicely aged bottle of rum practically hanging from his hand. What does he care if he drops it? This ship is almost 80% alcohol related cargo.

When he sees Rhys (hell if he knows who he is right now) approach, he props his chin up on one hand and leers down at her.]

What've we got here?

[grandhighwizard]

[Well, that's made it more than obvious that Murdoc is under some kind of magical influence, much the way she is right now. Smiling wickedly up at him, she pulls her wand, neatly accio'ing the bottle of rum right out of his loose grip and catching it as it flies through the air to her. A few long swallows as she tilts her head back reveal the strong lines of her long neck, and then she arches an eyebrow up at him, as if in challenge.]

[wwistful]

[And he's going to rise right to that challenge. She stole his booze, afterall.

He swings himself over the side of the ship, climbing the ropes downward until he can jump onto the port.

Once he hits the ground, he swaggers toward her in a manner unlike anything Murdoc has ever attempted.]

'Ello there.

[grandhighwizard]

[Rhys is laughing inside, though she can'gt help but admire the way the man climbs and jumps. But then, she's never been shy about eyeing a fine figure of a man like Murdoc, even if she has no intention of doing anything about it. And it's made all the more delicious by the fact that he's going to be utterly mortified when he goes back to his normal self.]

Well, hallo, lovely. [That's ... not a woman's voice. Or rather, it could be, if the woman had a very, very low voice indeed. Frankly, she sounds like a drag queen, but if that's a man under there, he's got the best pair of fake tits around, and nothing about the way Rhys moves, or those hips, says masculine.] I think you've got something I want.

[wwistful]

[Murdoc folds his arms over his chest, not being subtle about giving Rhys the once over. Yes, he is dressed in pirate clothes. It would look sort of ridiculous if they didn't suit him so well.

He reaches out, waggling his fingers for the rum and once again being very unsubtle about staring at her chest. He quirks an eyebrow at her voice, but he's not all that put off by it.]

I could say the same about you. [Leeeer.] What's yer name?

[grandhighwizard]

[She leans forward, which allows a decent peek down the front of her top at that cleavage, as she presses the rum bottle back into his hand.] You first, m'bach.

[wwistful]

[That opportunity is not going to waste. He clutches onto the bottle as if assuming she'll pinch it again and takes a swig.] S'Donoghue. [Like hell he's telling some harpy his first name.] But you can call me Captain Donoghue.

[grandhighwizard]

So young to be a Captain! You must be very ... accomplished. [Her voice drops in a suggestive purr.] And where's your crew, lovely?

[wwistful]

I am a man a many mysteries, what can I say? [He flourishes his free hand toward the boat.]

On the boat, a'course. Thinkin' about joinin', pet?

[grandhighwizard]

I'm not a ... woman who takes orders well. But what are you offering to prospective crew mates? Is there some sort of application process? [One eyebrow lifts suggestively.]

[wwistful]

Well if you don't take orders well, I'd have to say I'm disinclined to acknowledge such a question. [Still smirking.]

What makes you think you'd be of any use on my ship? I don't like deadweight.

[grandhighwizard]

Oh, do you like docile, obedient women, then? [She asks innocently.] That's too bad.

[And then there's the crack of displaced air as she disappears, and then reappears on the deck of his ship, immediately starting to poke around curiously.] Hello, anyone here?

[wwistful]

As a part of crew I- ..[He trails off as she apparates away, rolling his eyes and apparating after her.]

You would do well to watch yourself, lass.

[grandhighwizard]

[She knows Dolores has to be somewhere ... is she tied up, maybe? Or locked somewhere?]

Or what? [turning to look at him with bright interest]

[wwistful]

[She's both! In the depths of the ship.]

Or I'll stop you. Obviously. I think you need to have more respect for a man's privacy, eh?

[grandhighwizard]

Oh, wonderful. [grins] Come on, then.

[wwistful]

Come on where? [He is giving her the most absent minded grin right now.]

[grandhighwizard]

Come on and stop me. [she lilts, raising an eyebrow challengingly]

[wwistful]

Are you askin' me to raise a hand against a woman? [Eyebrow raise.] I won't turn down the offer.

[grandhighwizard]

I'm asking you to try and stop me. How you do it is up to you, captain. [She cocks one hip out and puts her hand on it - she's going to have to get past him to get to Dolores, anyway, might as well have some fun with it.]