bananaworld Posted February 3, 2016 Posted February 3, 2016 'Twas a quiet day aboard the 'found' corsairs' schooner; a fine ship that had carried royalty in its time. Captain Rotleg 'manned' the wheel. Rotleg had two burning desires in life: the first was to sail, which he'd continued even after death, admirably, even if it meant forever being an admirable captain and never attaining the rank of a capital admiral; the other was to find his leg. His rotten leg. The rest of his flesh, discoloured and in need of moisturiser it may be, lived on, unrotting, but he longed to find the bones of his ol' leg. One day... On deck, Grodnol Stuntygouger had his hammertime. Truly the Captain had changed his life; never in all his days had he imagined that he'd go from hunting spiders in the woods to beating the skin of a beautiful drum. Running away to sea had its perks! Bjorn Von Pierresky looked on, a misplaced prisoner on this misfits' boat. He'd never planned to be kidnapped, ha! he'd never even planned to go to sea! Ever. He was a bureau-jockey, a quill-pusher, a land-lubber through-'n'-through. Now here he was, captured by pirates, kept as their entertainment for years, and not a single one of them human and/or alive. Just his luck. Dignity was something that had gone the way of his beloved chair, his papers, his dispatches sealed-in-triplicate... Yes, a rat sat on his face as he slept. Just his darn luck. Still, he didn't begrudge that rat; it probably hadn't meant to go to sea either. And risking ratlung was a small price to pay for a warm chin. Not that the little furball helped much when the pirates amused themselves with a regular keelhauling of Pierresky. Whilst beached. Beaching happened a lot; it's hard to navigate a ship when the single eye on board worth its seasalt died over twenty years ago... And then one day, a stranded day, keelhauling away... "Surprise, coxswains!" Lost in space & time, SD Trooper Alekzis Krytech came aboard, very much uninvited. He didn't know where or when he was, but the only recognisably human individual in sight was definitely in trouble. The others were just targets. An unusually roused Grodnol sprang to defend his Captain. And his drum. ...but Grodnol's effort was thwarted. He'd never faced double-barrelled blasters. He could never have face them. He should never have faced them. They stung more than even Her sting. He may not have been the most useful of crewmembers, having never swabbed the deck once, but Rotleg was not going to waste his sacrifice by dawdling. This was his boat now and no outlandishly armoured bilge-drinker would stop the legwork it had done for him. Cutlass in hand, grog bottle in hook, he did not hang back. He was not, however, the only one to see an opportunity... Built to defend against the glare of coronal flares and the glitter of C-beams, Trooper Krytech's SolarVisorTM succumbed to that most corrosive mix of lime and distilled molasses. Bittersweet. As his blaster blasts blasted wide and his occular implants shorted he fell knowing his mission had not been in vain. The human had hope now. Hope, and a pointy stick. Rotleg might have been short an eye, a hand, and a most definitely a leg, but a diet of shark brains does wonders for one's hearing. He span to face the prisoner's attack. Pierresky pushed his assault. He didn't know or understand what was going on, couldn't fathom where the soldier could have come from, had never held a weapon in his life and his stinking, undead captor had a very big sword, but he could see this would be his only chance to return to a life of stamping nautical orders. Determination, desperation and desire are fine arrows in a fighter's quiver, but combat experience counts for a lot. Even dismembered & dead, the Captain's lifetime (and beyond) of bucaneering meant there could be only one outcome... Noöne would take his ship from him. "Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds. And, as sure as my name is Captain Rotleg, I will find me rottin' leg!" Our Captain's quest goes on. It is his quest alone, but it is not to be a solo quest... Bored goblins and 'volunteer' crew are plentiful! Yarrrrrr! Thanks for reading this far! Please forgive: photography, fingers in shot, lack of relevance, derivation and, most seriously probably, this whole thing being in possibly the wrong place on the forum... Quote
VintageLegoEra Posted February 3, 2016 Posted February 3, 2016 (edited) Very nice Creepy scene. Love it. And felt sad for the Vintage Imperial Soldier figure loooooool Edited February 6, 2016 by VintageLegoEra Quote
blackdeathgr Posted February 3, 2016 Posted February 3, 2016 A sad story indeed! But i liked it!!! Tales from the crypt anyone? Quote
Pimbo Posted February 5, 2016 Posted February 5, 2016 A little weird but very entertaining! Keelhauling whilst beached, I'm having trouble imagining it. You sure put a lot of work in this story! Did I spy a small Team America reference? Quote
bananaworld Posted February 14, 2016 Author Posted February 14, 2016 Thanks very much for the kind words, everyone! I had quite a fun time posing the minifigs on the ship and taking the photos, and writing the story was surprisingly good fun! I hope the writing made up for this tale not being a stop-motion animation film. Did I spy a small Team America reference? Indeed you did! Well-spotted. Quote
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