Xavori
The Ghost Pirate
Looking for new adventures, I
attempted to steal a boat. I tried my stowaway trick of running
onto the boat, and then hiding. The three fighters who owned the
boat ordered the boat out to sea and then started actively trying
to find me. After a minute or so, I was revealed. They
immediately attacked me. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem,
however, I was still beaten up pretty bad from killing an entire
orc camp that spawned on top of me. To make matters worse, they
actually did a decent job strategically, attacking till they were
hurt badly and then moving away to heal while I was fighting the
others. Needless to say, I died.
Being an above average
intelligence player, I've got gold stashed in the bank, so I
wrote off my equipment as a loss and played as a ghost. I
manifested and tried to talk to them. Unfortunately, none of them
understood. However, I was standing near the helmsman when I
said, "Left. Move the boat left so I can get off." To
my suprise, the tiller man is a master medium and understood me.
Not only that, he followed my orders. An evil grin spread across
my face as I thought about how much fun this was going to be.
The owner of the boat moved
back towards me and gave the tiller man orders. I immediately
countered his orders and set a course to a jungle island that I
stumbled upon on one of my previous boat thefts. Now, because I
had countered his order before the tiller man changed course, the
owner figured the boat was bugged. He started swearing up and
down about stupid bugs and such.
After a few minutes, we arrived
at the island. I parked the boat next to shore. I tried talking
to the fighters again, explaining that if they would dump my
equipment on shore, I would get off. After several minutes of
blabbering at them, one of the fighters apparently figured out
how to translate my ghostly moans into coherent speech because he
told his companions to go ashore and start handing my stuff over.
Two of the fighters left the
boat and the third picked up my shield to hand over to them.
However, he couldn't get it to them from the boat, so he dropped
it and stepped off the gangplank. Sensing I now had exactly what
I wanted, I closed the gangplank and ordered the boat out to sea.
The last words I heard from any of the three fighters who had
killed me and were now stranded was:
"Man, now we're
screwed." (even my ghost is good at stealing and enjoys the
misery of others)
I set sail for ice island which
I had visited on my very first boat theft. I knew from experience
that there was a shrine there where I could be resurrected. I
sailed to the far side of the island where few travellers bother
to go and parked next to shore.
However, my victory soon turned
to despair when I realized I couldn't open the gangplank to get
off the boat.
I scrambled around trying to
open either gangplank. I moved the boat hoping to jar one of them
loose, but all to no avail. Finally, I sunk to my astral knees
and sighed. I am normally not very religious, but I started
praying loud and long to whatever powers might hear me to come
and open the gangplank. I kept praying, but no one seemed to
hear. I watched in dismay as my black plate armor rusted away
into nothingness. Finally, after what seemed an eternity an
invisible voice called out,
"That your boat?"
I rejoiced. I was saved. I
explained the story to the figure and asked again for him to open
the gangplank. He did, and I ran ashore. Barely pausing to thank
him, I went straight to the shrine and was resurrected. I ran
back to my new boat and climbed aboard. I grabbed my equipment
that had not yet decayed. Then I opened up the hold and to my
delight, found a full suit of ring mail and an axe. Neither would
normally be my first choice, but they would suit me fine till I
decided to visit a bank. I happily set sail for wherever the
winds would take me...
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