Just for the sake of clarity everyone here is what SM is saying I do:
•First I read the whole thread
•Then I read the thread and find things I think are scummy
•Then I compile the information
•Then I pick the people who have been the most scummy and focus them
Don't let a post filled with generalities distract you from what's going on here.
With the substitutions of a few certain players, chaos ensued upon the decks of the Black Pearl, with more discussion than there had been at any point previously since the very first Day of the voyage. Many different candidates' names were offered up, but in the end, it was Keeper of Night who was sentenced to his fate. He was made to walk the plank, with the other pirates jeering as he went. A few offered some helpful sword-points for encouragement. "Any last words, mate?" one of them called.
"Aye," Keeper said with a sneer, "but they do no be suitable for the ears of any of ye feculent toads."
At this, the crew jeered all the harder. Keeper took a glance down at the water beneath and, without another word, leaped off the plank. The crew surged forward, all hoping to catch his role as he called it out––but they found him floating lazily in the water below them. He grinned.
"Never liked the water much, thank ye," Keeper said. "Mind givin' me a hand back up?"
"Shoot 'im!" another voice came. "To the depths with 'im!"
Shots rang out, but to everyone's surprise, none found their mark. Other methods of killing were tried, but Keeper just wouldn't die. "Let 'im back up," one crewmate said in exasperation. No one disagreed.
Back on deck, Keeper of Night was soaking wet from his coat to his boots, and considerably more grumpy than he had been, but still very much alive. "That's downright rude of ye," he muttered. "I'm goin' to sleep." And he stalked off, not looking back at any of them.
"Well," one of the crew said. "That be just unfair. Why didn't he die?"
"Wouldn't we all like to know," another responded. "We all should get some sleep, too. We're off to the Isla de Muerta. Who knows what might be waitin' there?"
Night 3 has begun.
Isla de Muerta is in effect. There be no public information to be had about this port.
Night 3 will end on Saturday, April 15, at 8PM PST | 11PM EST, or roughly the timestamp of this post, 50.5 hours from now, in your own timezone.
The Isla de Muerta was silent that Night. Everyone kept at their Nightly business in the utmost secrecy, for the crew knew that they had yet to find the identity of any of the East India Company, and their time wore thin.
And what of the East India Company themselves? A shadowy figure with a dagger crept upon one of the crew that Night, and attempted to deal them a mortal wound––but something stopped them. The dagger failed to kill. Astonished, the would-be assassin fled. The would-be victim, on the other hand, was safe. For the moment.
Day 4
The parchment the next morning sat waiting for the crew, though they were certain no one from outside had come to the Isla de Muerta. It read, in the same spidery handwriting:
Keeper reeked a scum, but nevertheless survived. Something wrong's happening, another good man to die.
Horrible business, that. Jack wasn’t sure what to think any more. Mates who lived when they should have died … Well, that couldn’t last forever. He only had to make sure it would be the East India Company, and not the crew, who met their fates first.
Day 4 has begun. Ye may now all speak in-thread. There are once again 11 of ye, so it once again be 6 votes to majority-lynch, barring any unf'reseen circumstances.
Additionally, ye may now vote for a port. To cast this type of vote, use @@PORT: XXX. Capitalization may be changed as ye like, but the syntax, includin' bolding, must stay.
When the crew made their way back to the ship, they found the list of ports. Having been to the Isla de Muerta, there was now only one port glowing green remaining.
Ye may cast yer vote for one of these ports.
Tortuga
Port Royal
Rumrunner's Isle
Singapore
World's End
Day 4 will end on Wednesday, April 19, at 8PM PST | 11PM EST, or roughly the timestamp of this post, 94 hours from now, in your own timezone.
Apparently my item kept me from death entirely, not just night kill.
So howdy! Told you I'd be sticking around.
“If ye dock at the Rumrunner’s Isle, all lingerin’ effects of Active Abilities––those that stick around for more’n one Night, say––will be washed away with the tide and a hearty swig of rum.”
Well, I got an item that makes you immune to the night kill. There was a doctor in this game. That makes Keeper a liar of possessing such an item last night, unless the host simply made the town op af. And I know it wasn't Keeper who sent me the item, because of my ability. The one he gave an item to is someone else. I won't say who in case I am completely off and the scum team will have the knowledge who not to kill. Nevertheless, I think we should lynch you, Keeper.
But, that would mean that you have a certain lynchproof ability. While it is almost for sure a 1-shot ability, we might need to consider lynching someone else.
Blakers, Jade, Lord, rainyman. These are the best options after Keeper.
Share your thoughts.
