10/12/2020
The Pirate Wars
SAMPLE
Act 1: The Marines of Neptune
"Come in"
The words are spoken by a thickset man in an ornate dark naval blue uniform. The buttons are plentiful and polished bright, shiny brass, and the trim and fringe are both bright gold. He sits behind a large, solid, sturdy dark wooden desk, on one side of which is a yellowish/ochre/tan colored globe of the world, of a decent size, and on the other side of the desk rests a tall "Commodore" naval hat, of the two pointed "Bicorn" style. The hat is also trimmed with gold fringe and a large black swan feather billows from one side. In the middle of the table a small flagstand holds a white flad with a red cross on it, the flag of St. George the Dragonslayer.
Chapter 1: England
The commodore is a massive, bald, portly but well proportioned, thick armed, broad shouldered bear of a man. He has a bushy brown moustache and beard which contains plentiful streaks of grey...
His bluish grey eyes focus on the door, which promptly opens and a thin narrow-faced man in a black stewards uniform enters, immediately followed by an averaged height man, dressed in a uniform that matches same shade of naval blue as the commodore's.
The thin man in black leaves, as the man behind the desk speaks.
"Captain Carlysle?"
"At your service sir!" The Captain salutes his superior officer, "As ordered, Commodore Haverford Sir!"
" AND ON IMMACULATE TIME! As expected." The commodore rises and it can be noted that the uniform of the captains is far less decorated and detailed than the commodores, yet a pair of medals on the captains breast, grey ribbon and silver crosses, reflect exactly the same honors on the commodores chest.
His expression remains serious and subdued as the large, burly commodore stands and moves around the large, dark, oak desk,
"Richie, it's damn good to see ya."
They shake hands enthusiastically, but it immediately turns into a warm hug as the commodore pulls him into a large bear hug, if only briefly. The smaller, younger man returns the hug. Obviously they know each other.
The commodore is the taller of the two, towering and burly. Perhaps almost 50.
He holds their handshake for several seconds, then releases and the two salute each other in a relaxed manner, with smiles on both of their faces.
The captain, age mid thirties, is average height, with a fit, but not imposing buid, long corn-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, he holds his tricorner, "Captains Hat" cradled in his left arm. His hat has a thinner gold trim, but is adorned with a swan feather, attatched by a medium sized gold medallion, which is prominent.
Both men keep smiling broadly throughout this entire exchange.
