Pirate Capt. Farrelly says "Walk the plank ye dirty sea dogs!"
The APT Curse sails on...
Tis a tale to turn yer hair grey and make yer blood run cold. Tis a tale not meant for twilight hours, when the wind gusts and the taste of salt on ye lips can be felt. A tale to frighten small children, and stiffen the backs of the heartiest of souls. Tis the tale of the Pirate Capt. Farrelly and the fateful voyage of his poker playin companions.
It was all aboard at the
With full bellies and full pockets the crew turned to the rogues favourite past time, No-Limit Buccaneers Holdem. The youngest of the crew, the cabin boy, had come off a successful win the previous week at Pirates Cove. Little did he know the APT Curse would strike one so young and innocent. Having barely spoken the words "Has anyone had back to back wins" He was put to the sword by the Pirate Capt. Farrelly (who until this point had been discreetly disguised as a fat merchant from Luxemburg named Oudaf Hansel). The CURSE had claimed yet another victim, but this deathly voyage had only just begun....
The fair maiden Amanda was not at all pleased with the way this game of skullduggery was progressing. Although she knew at times her hand was the weakest, she was caught up in the allure of the sea and could not help putting further fortunes into the pot. Her dissatisfaction with the outcome of the game led her to her ultimate demise, as she flung her poor (financially) worthless body off the rail of the ship.
Having also disguised himself as a fat merchant from
And so with the money on the table and a cash for each of the three remaining sailors, Pirate Capt. Farrelly sized up his competition. Looking over his castle made of chips, he squinted through his one good eye at the man they call the Maniac. Dougal "All-in ye scurvy loving barnacle bangers" Braithwaite. Legend has it his All In 7-2 off suit attack has brought armies and small nations off the
A sideways glance reveals a prim women, neither hide nor hair out of place. But the Pirate Capt. Farrelly knows it to be a facade, for this wolverine in lambs cloth is the Assassin. Her name lost long ago with her youth and innocence. Her cold calculated eyes probing for weakness, her thin smile hiding razor sharp teeth. Men, women and children have vanished from this earth after hearing her immortal catchphrase "... how much have you got left?"
Worthy opponents all, but the Pirate Capt. Farrelly knew this was his ship, he was the captain of this bloody voyage, and neither scallywag nor seadog would change his course.
The maniac tried an All in, but was denied a back down. This affront to his all in prowess finally sent him mad. In a feverish lather he ran from the galley screaming "I'm King of the world", never to be heard of again.
Heads up the Pirate Capt. Farrelly had the chip lead, and in his opinion, was the most dashingly dastardly pirate of the seven seas. However the Assassin was not about to be pushed around. Back and forward the chips went, hands were turned, cards were folded and a battle, nay a war, was being waged. But it was the Pirate Capt. Farrelly who fired the final volley from his cannons of victory, and finally sunk the dreams and aspirations of the Assassin. She would once again be the bridesmaid of the sea, dressed in black, holding the blood orchids of revenge.
And so after locking the Assassin up in the gallows beneath deck, the Pirate Capt. Farrelly sailed off into the sunset. He had dispatched of his fellow crew, taken custody of a treasure fit for kings, and had his legend recorded for the ages.
Aharr
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