Registered: Aug 2008
Posted May 29th, 2011 12:27 PM IP
The camera moves around, showing us what seems to be a deserted ship. The darkened planks are full of grime, acting as though they haven't been washed in weeks. The masts are up, making the large sheets of canvas flutter in the long-winded breezes. The moon's glow makes the white of the bones and skull upon the jolly roger burn against its dead-black background. Footsteps slowly penetrate the muffled sounds of the sea. From below deck a body rises with each step on the stairs. Her blonde hair is flattened by the captain's hat sitting on her head. The light-blue eyes that hundreds had seen before now stare at the emptiness that might be filled with others soon, narrowing before the mild silence becomes cut off once more. "Welcome to the Ghost Ship," she sounds tiredly. Taking a deep breath, her face looks exhausted, but determined to make her greetings. "This is your first day of the Pillage Party Challenge. I'm Caithlin, your captain. Anyone wishing to come aboard is more than welcome, just watch your step." Her hand reaches into her pocket, and pulls out an small cylinder. Opening it up, she pops in two pills, and without the need for water, they're down her throat, already rushing through her system.
Her eyelids slide down, a tiny smile stretches her lips, before she reopens them. Immediately, though, she is grabbed by the throat, pushed against one of the high masts. The man's eyes are vivid, real, but they are not. She chokes for her own life while looking at one that has none, not anymore, at least. She grabs the sword by her side, swinging it through the ghost that only she can bear witness to. It dissipates, and she falls to the floor. The blade clinks down beside her. "Another day starts, lucky me," she mutters.