((OOC, Journal done with the permission of both Marino and Dynamo's RPers))

He grumbled, lugging a large, metal contraption behind him as he cast a gaze forward.  His free eye stared at it, the large edifice.  Its presence was as much a mockery as it was a declaration.  A show of might and power, of being impenetrable and inescapable.  It was daring him, no, CHALLENGING him.  Pirateman would take that challenge.

"Mister Dynamo," Pirateman began, "Ye be thinkin' yer fancy tower be intimidatin' 'n be a right good show o' force 'n ye be right, but ye made yerself th' wrong move when ye decided t' renege on a pirate.  We be takin' what we wants t' take, 'specially if'n it be promised t' us."  He referred to his deal with the Maverick, Dynamo, who had agreed to make him a vessel worthy of a pirate, deemed the “Leviathan” over one of Dynamo’s many flings, he had, at the last moment, decided against the deal and to keep the ship.

Pirateman looked from the tower to his only companion, the ninja Marino and said, "Ye know, ye nay have t' come wit' me here, seein' as how I be doin' this one jus' fine on me own."  "I wanted to see this with my own eyes," she replied as she eyed the monstrosity that Pirateman had lugged with him, "And I have no clue why that thing is here."

Pirateman turned to it, a godsend in innovation, the catapult.  "This here contraption gonna be takin' me right up thar!"  Pirateman pointed upward as his eye-patch flipped back and a telescope deployed from it.  From the north of the roof was a large vessel docked, facing west, it was his goal.  “So,” Marino started, a tad bit of hesitation in her voice, “You plan to scale an impossibly tall tower…with a catapult.”

“Aye lass,” Pirateman replied, “And wit’ a bit o’ th’ luck o’ th’ seas!”  Marino placed a hand to her hip and looked on, unimpressed as she said, “You know, I could ju—”  “I dinnae be needin’ yer opinion on th’ matter,” Pirateman accosted her as he placed himself in the catapult.  “Jus’ be launchin’ me up thar!”  She shook her head as she said, “I can just te—”  

“Jus’ launch me, woman!”

Marino’s face turned terse for a moment as she finally leaned back on the lever, “Fine,” she said as she began to tug, “But I could have just teleported you up there.”  For a moment, Pirateman’s face turned to confusion as he looked at her and said, “Ye can be doin’ what n—” His words cut short, Pirateman was flung into the air as the catapult did its job, vaulting him high over the tower’s windows.  For a moment, as he soared above, he was sure he could eye Dynamo, himself, sitting in an office chair, lazing out the window and in response, promptly flipped him off.

“What the…” Dynamo trailed before his thoughts snapped back to the here and now.  He walked a bit to the wall, pressing an intercom button and said, “Everyone get to the roof…NOW.”

As Pirateman continued to soar to his destination, he felt a sudden urge in him, he didn’t know why, or where it came from, only that his mouth was moving on its own.  “Do what ye want, ‘cause a pirate be free, YE BE A PIRATE!  YAR HAR FIDDLE DI D—” The song was too much of a distraction and was quickly canceled out by the dull thud of him impacting the vessel’s starboard and grumbled.  “Blasted song, dinnae even know where it be comin’ from…”

Pirateman shook his head as he wrested himself from the side of the vessel and landed on the port on the roof.  He looked to the vessel’s tethers and reached  for his cutlass, finding nothing in return.  “Been losin’ that blade I was,” Pirateman mulled that moment in his head, “Force o’ habit t’ be reachin’ fer it, I s’ pose.”

His thoughts were changed when he heard the stampede of metal on the roof and looked to the battalion of Sniper Joes waiting for him, weapons trained on his person.  “So ye wants a fight wit’ ole Pirateman, eh?”  He reached to his side for his non-existent cutlass and cursed vehemently.  “Blasted habits!”  He scrambled to his feet as they opened fire and lobbed a remote mine into the lot, its explosion casting smoke and debris into the group of firing Joes, but not nearly enough to warrant the other several dozen to stop firing.

“CONSARNED!”  Pirateman shouted as he stumbled and nearly lost his hat.  He pushed forward, thrusting his hat back on his head as he scaled the ramp to the vessel , the Leviathan, and to his surprise, found the vessel manned.  Buccaneer Joes, Dynamo had christened them, living only for their Captain and their vessel.  Seeing as there was no captain, it made a bit of sense that they would simply be all over the vessel.

Pirateman scrambled to the deck, taking notice of the Buccaneer Joes and their attire, striped shirts, green vests, shorts, bandanas, and above all, cutlasses.  With no hesitation, he freed a blade from its Joe and placed it to his side, satisfied before barking to them, “Mister Joe n’ Mister Joe, be goin’ ‘round t’ th’ port n’ starboard n’ be loosin’ th’ vessel free!”  He turned his attention to more, “Mister Joe, Mister Joe, Mister Joe, n’ Mister Joe, take hands n’ start up th’ engines, be time t’ set sail!”  He turned to more still, “Mister Joe, Mister Joe, Mister Joe, Mister Joe, not ye, Mister Joe, but Mister Joe, Mister Joe, Mister Joe, Mister Joe, n’ Mister Joe, be comin’ wit’ me n’ holdin’ th’ ship.  As fer th’ rest o’ ye lot, man yer stations, ye lily-livered pole cats!”

Pirateman’s voice had echoed throughout all 60 meters of the ship and not a single Joe moved in response, as if curious, perhaps confused.  In return, Pirateman stomped his foot to the ground and angrily replied, “Consarned!  I be th’ captain o’ this here vessel, so stop standin’ ‘round like a bunch o’ joes n’ get t’ werk!”  Captain, it seemed to be the magic word, because they all instantly zoomed to work, scurrying across the ship to their stations as a smirking Pirateman rushed out to fight off the invading Sniper Joes that were coming aboard.

It dragged on, a conflict that was showing no ground on either end as more Sniper Joes simply replaced the fallen ones and the Buccaneer Joes held their ground with Pirateman leading the charge.  Finally, Rocket Joes stormed the roof, Dynamo behind them, clapping his hands as he coolly said, “Well I didn’t expect anyone to just storm my tower…with a catapult even.  Nice touch.  Still, the game’s over, you gave it your best shot, and you’re cornered with nowhere to go, so get off the ship and I won’t beat you fatally.”

Gunfire and chaos had died down as Dynamo spoke his words, but they couldn’t wipe the smirk from Pirateman’s face.  “Ye be wrong, Mister Dynamo.  I always be havin’ one more direction in store.”  “Oh,” Dynamo asked as his eyebrow raised.  Pirateman nodded as the sound of heavy tethers snapping resounded in the back, a moment Dynamo’s ears caught and his look changed to a noticeable frown.  “Aye lad,” Pirateman started, “I be choosin’ me fav’rit direction, ADVENTURE!”  With that, the vessel sagged as its engines took over, pulling it in reverse in slow order out from port and in response, the Rocket Joes knelt, their weapons ready, but Dynamo held his hand up.  “Don’t hit a work of art like that ship!” He barked, glowering at Pirateman, standing on the edge of the deck with a smug look across his face.

Pirateman removed his tricorne and bowed to Dynamo as he spoke, “I’s regret that this transaction did nay favor ye, but I’s lookin’ forwerd t’ our dealings in th’ future!  HARHARHARHARHARHARHAR!!!”  Dynamo cringed, recognizing the exact same line he had used to end the original deal with Pirateman and in response, grabbed a Sniper Joe’s rifle as Pirateman placed his hat to the top of his head.  In a moment, Dynamo fired, the bullet soaring straight through Pirateman’s hat and knocking it clean off, fluttering below to the surface with a bullet hole, impossible to retrieve at the vessel’s height as it sailed away in the sky.

“Good shot on ye, Mister Dynamo!” Pirateman shouted as their distance grew and he simply knelt down, reached to a box, produced a new hat, and planted it on his head as Dynamo looked on in exasperation, facepalming as he said, “Who put the supply of pirate hats on the ship?”  A sheepish Joe raised its hand and as if embarrassed, one of the others automatically smacked it in the back of the head.

Aboard the Leviathan, Pirateman and his new crew cheered in victory, the Buccaneer Joes simply mimicking what they saw their captain do.  A clap rang out, and Pirateman turned to Marino, resting comfortably on the main mast, clapping.  “Well done, and here I thought I’d have to save your ass.”  “Nay lass!” Pirateman shouted back, “It be a grand age t’ be alive n’ I nay be celebratin’ this hard if’n ye did th’ werk!  Also, learn ye this lessen well, ‘bout what be happenin’ when ye turn on a pirate.”

Pirateman stood tall, stomping his foot to the ground as he announced, “Mister Joe!  Ready th’ main cannon!”    A moment of confusion washed over Marino’s face, but as the massive main cannon of the command deck swiveled around and aimed at Dynamo’s tower, her eyes seemed to light up as she exclaimed, “Oooh!”  The vessel hummed, the cannon began to glow, and it fired, a massive lurch of recoil flying throughout the ship as a large beam of energy impacted against Dynamo’s tower, or at least tried to.  The Tower’s 45 Degree Angle Deflector Shield angled the shot away, not forward, into the tower, but this time, straight down, right where the front entrance would be.

The Joes from Dyamo’s tower stood puzzled, eager to pursue, but Dynamo waved them down.  “No, no, let’s be fair, never did I imagine that Pirateman would scale the tower and bash his way to it.  I guess overall… Pirate want it… Pirate take it.”  Dynamo shrugged.  “I guess he earned it.  Now get down there and start cleaning the front lobby…that’s a lot of damage.”  The Joes stood there, staring at him, refusing to move.  “Well what are you guys waiting for?  ….Oh come on, really?  You guys are going to make me say it?”  The Joes continued to stare at him.  “Fine!  GoooOOOOOOO JOE!”  The Joes immediately high-fived each other and rushed off as Dynamo facepalmed.

“HARHARHARHARHARHAR!!!” Pirateman exclaimed from the sight as Marino said, “Quite a good first day for the Leviathan, eh?”  Pirateman shook his head, “That be th’ name Mister Dynamo be givin’ th’ vessel befer he be thinkin’ t’ cross a pirate.  Nay lass, no longer be th’ Leviathan!  She be called th’ King’s Revenge now!  Be a sportin’ name fer th’ ship!”

“So,” Marino began as she put her hands to her hips, “What’s the next order of business for the King’s Revenge?”  “Hmmm…” Pirateman wondered as the vessel sailed away.

“Do what ye want, ‘cause a pirate be free, YE BE A PIRATE!  YAR HAR FIDDLE DI DEE!  Being a pirate is alright t’ be, do what ye want, ‘cause a pirate be free, YE BE A PIRATE!  We've got us a map, t’ lead us t’ a hidden box, that's all locked up with locks! N’ buried deep away!  We'll dig up th’ box, we know it's full o’ precious booty!  Burst open th’ locks!  N’ then we'll say hooray!”

It continued on as they set sail, first with Pirateman, then the Buccaneer Joes as his chorus.  Finally, Marino joined in (Obviously as the little girl with her own weird solo segments in that song...I dunno...I hate that song)