Calm of the night (Open) Oct 9, 2016 21:56:03 GMT -5
Post by Samuel Kane on Oct 9, 2016 21:56:03 GMT -5
A community first established by people who came together on open water between New York and Connecticut, originally intended to do trade internally, but when it fell victim to a group of pirates, led by a charismatic man named Samuel Kane, its regime shifted. Under his iron will he turned the movable town into something greater than what it had been, and he allowed trade, prostitution, slavery and gambling to flourish. Soon it became a place for neutral ground, where communities’ miles away went to meet, shared information and did what they had to do to survive. Everyone was welcome, as long they followed the rules.
Sweaty and exhausted, Samuel sat up naked on his bed when he heard someone knock on the door, frustrated that someone dared to interrupt him in what had been a crucial part of the fun. After he rubbed his face, he turned to the three women in bed who tried to drag him back, gently removing their hands from his skin as he stood up to pick up the pants. Sliding them on, he shouted to the one waiting behind the door. “Fucking hold it, I`m coming!” Angry he zipped the pants shut and walked to the front, turning the wheel such that the door could open. Creating a small gap, he peeked outside to see what it was all about. “What is it?” He asked annoyed.
“We caught someone trying to steal again, thought it best to alert you. Got the person in custody at the ferry, what do you want us to do with him?” One of his trusted lieutenants asked, knowing it had become a constant problem for them. “Fuck! Alright, I`ll come and see to the fucker myself. No fucking way this one goes unpunished.” Walking back into the cabin he called home, he found a white tank top that he slipped over his head and the bat he so often used. With his attention turned to the women, he told them. “Stay put, I`ll be back. Warm each other up for me a bit would you?” Samuel smirked then headed out and over to the ferry with the men.
Once they got down below deck, to one of the empty storage rooms, he found the traitor chained to a pipe. “Well look what the fucking cat dragged in, ain`t you a pretty boy. Ha! Won`t be for long, unless…you tell me what I want to hear.” He spoke stern, leaning forward, slapping the cheek of the boy. “I want you to tell me, where fuck you taking my stuff? Who the fuck is behind this? This is not the first fucking time someone has sought to steal from me. Hmm, now what do you say?”
Waiting for a reply, he glared at the boy, though was suddenly insulted when he choose to spat at his face. “The fuck?! Ha! This boy got guts, well let’s see how much fucking longer that last.” Grabbing the knife of the lieutenant, he suddenly turned and sliced the boy`s stomach open. “If I was you boy, I`d start talking, or there is no saving you.” He chuckled and watched as how the intestants was about to fall out. “Tell me once you know something more, I got some women to fuck tonight.” He turned to his nearest, and then walked out.
After washing his hand clean of blood and guilt, Samuel went to stand on the deck of his own fishing boat, looking across the town he owned whilst the stars began to appear on the night sky above him. From where he stood he could see market stalls get closed and lanterns be lit, whereas laughter and shouting could be heard from the nearest tavern. It was quite a marvelous sight to behold, as boats were linked together by chain and anchor, where ramps and wooden boards served as roads in between them. At its center, not far from his vessel, stood the ferry, which had several purposes, one being that its cafeteria was the tavern, and two that its upper deck was used as the market square.