Thomas easily parried the other man's attempt to knock his sword away. "That's all ye got? HA!" he cried as he swept his sword down on the man's with all of his might and then swept it toward the flesh of the arm holding the sword. "Ain't nothin' about me tall tales you cowardly rat!"

Mad Jasper Glick threw his head back and once again cackled loudly. His laughs, just like his words, boomed across the Great Hall, echoing off the walls and possibly busting the eardrums of anyone nearby. He laughed even harder when Toothless Bill took off running like a wee ickle lassie.

Glick turned his attention to the captain. "You'll be wishin' you had a piece o' steel of yer own when I get down there!" he yelled. He flicked his wrists and quickly caught the wand that came out. He, too, tapped it against a fork and enlarged it to the size of a sword. "Ah ha!" he yelled with a another cackle. "It's good to have me cutlass back!"

"What says you?" yelled Glick. "I can't hear ya if yer whispering like a wee little lassie!"

Sherman laughed at the captain's words agreeing whole-heartedly. He could after all do a far bit of damage without a sword, the weapon meerly an assistance against their own.The sailor watched as Mad Jasper fashioned himself a cutlass of his own much like he had though he was wondering a bit if the other man had always been this loud or was it just inclosed space that made it seem that way. That's it...on the open sea the noise travels away!

"Me thinks ye should look in ye mirror....calling me a lassie. Blimey!!" Sherman yelled back in a deep tone then his usual high pitched voice. One plus with his new appearance he supposed...certainly enough to make him not sound like a lass like he was accused of being. "But if ye still tink so, I be willin' to show ye it not the case," he offered, his sword ready should it be needed or a good strong bear hug to push the air out of him.

Bill turned at looked at the man holding his sword. Good point!! He reached for his own wand and following Glicks example tapped it on his leg and a sword appeared. "Avast you mutineer!" Toothless shouted lunged with his sword at the First's mate's crew man. "Ye be ready to fight?" Tootheless asked him again.

He swung his sword ready to hear metal crash upon metal. Toothless grabbed a rather large serving Tray and threw it Glick as well. After all Pirates didn't play fair when fighting each other.

catching up like cuh-wazy....
 

“Aye Misha, ye wart may be gone but… errr yer still a right jolly lookin member 'o me mateys” Jack patted her arm reassuringly if not a bit awkwardly. Course he really mean to say she looked better now, if not a tad bit young. And in a whisper that matched hers he replied “Belay that matey, be best to play ‘r cards right n’ spy how this be unfoldin’, th’Cap’ns be treacherous, not stupid.”

He turned his head, his Master Gunner is a-yellin. Well at least that part hasn’t changed. “Be that ye Glick?.... Woe to me if ye lost yer skills fer weapons.” he said as the little girl Master Gunner went went all Gung Ho on the other side of the table. Ok so maybe he hasnt.

And so have the Captain’s cohorts it seems, the old young girl Doc made a lunge for Doubloon, and as they struggled backwards Jack’s face hit smack against Doubloon’s head, sending the First Mate toppling backwards and off the table….

He rolled onto his side as the scuffling and yelling ensued, crawling on all fours under the long Staff table. He glanced to his side as the Captain sat himself on the chair. Hmm Quite th' landlubber shoes ye have Cap'n!

Careful that his little prank wont be felt, the First Mate untied the Captain’s shoe laces and tied them around the leg of the chair, which he then repeated with the other shoe. Ye love that chair so now ye bound to it he thought snickering as he padded back quietly towards the other end of the table.

When he finally popped his head out it was chaos! And there be cutlasses now eh? Grabbing the closest thing to his hand he held it aloft and bellowed “Beware me deathly pointed steel--”

… napkin? :blink:

Frowning at the fabric in his hand he could still see Doubloon and the Doc fighting like mad. And the Doc was taking aim at his Boatswain! Quickly he slipped off the napkin ring, casting a quick engorgio charm and parried the Doc’s blow with enlarged napkin ring “Arrrgh! You be not takin' off any arms t’day Doc, specially right good ones like me Boatswain” he growled as he used the giant ring to push the Doc slightly back and quickly shoved the ring down around his arms. See, they can be fightin' good even without them cutlasses heh.

Oi! The little girl Doc just made his makeshift rope bounds disappear just like that. And went straight for him!

The First Mate caught the fist to his throat with one hand but missed to block the other one, taking it straight in the gut "ARrrrgghh!" he wheezed and nearly buckled on his knees, but not quite. He hasnt let go of that other fist in his hand and with a slight shift, twisted the Doc's arm behind him, pinning his arm between them. "Doc *cough* a stronger punch ye may've but ye aint the only one fightin' in a young'uns body." Yeah he felt the difference in him too, even if he has no idea what he looks like now. But he's got his ten fingers all accounted and thats all that matters to him.

He kept the arm pinned between them as he struggle-pushed his way towards the Captain, finally releasing the Doc before the other man "What ye let others do yer fightin fer ye Capn? Oh how be forgetful 'o me, 'o course ye do, 'n who amongst yer cohorts be ye waitin' to loose their fingers 'tis hour? "

Fishlips had been standing watching the fighting unfold, and could watch no more when the first mate had joined in... and insulted his Captain! "Me'll take no more of ye insultin the Capt'n, 'Three Fingers'." He snarled at the man, and not caring that he was now shorter that the first mate, Fishlips moved over to help out Doc and defend his Captain. "It'll be ye that be losin those fingers again!" And with little hesitation, he jumped up to tackle the man.

Patrice as well...
 

Riiiight. Thomas let the idiot get behind him and smirked as he went straight ahead to the cap'n. He had a plan or else he would never have allowed the slimy snake get his hands on him at all.

While the first mate was busy yakking at Barnabus, Thomas kicked his foot back aiming straight for... well you KNOW where and then spun while bringing his fist around for the man's nose. "We be loyal to our cap'n, we fight beside him, for him, whatever we have to do. That is somefink the likes of you never did understand. LOYALTY!" Thomas bellowed.

Then he smirked as Fishlips pounced toward the man... in a little girl's body as well. How funny it must be to outsiders... two little girls kicking the snot out of a boy. Heh.

>:)
 

Misha was all too concentrated on her missing wart. WHAT IS THIS? Shouldn't the girl at least attempt a fake wart? What kind of era was this that warts weren't beautiful at all? Her beauty mark. It was as if she'd gone through a deep depression from this cosmetic change and her concentration from all the arguments ceased. Then she looked at her arms, her skinny, weaky arms! Still, she kept fondling her cheek, trying to get that nostalgic feel, for her precious wart was gone and stolen.

THEN THEY STARTED FIGHTING.

ARGHH, CAN'T YOU ALL SEE HER WART WAS MISSING?!

Then she saw Mad Jasper Glick start fighting and and... "ARGHH DON'T YEH TELL ME WOT TEH DO, GLICK!" Yes, pirates could feel emotional trauma! ALL THIS FIGHTING. UGH. No, no, she was just sighing oh so sympathetically for herself until... until...

"By the Powers! WOT DO YEH THINK YER DOING?! BLOODY..." She snarled. NO ATTACKING THE FIRST MATE. She was oh so loyal to him! "GER'OFF'A'HIM!" She was screeching across the Great Hall, finding a nearby knife and then transfiguring it into a sword. The surge! The rush! It filled her to the brim.

"Hehe! I FORGOT THE MIGHTY THRILL IN ME SWORDS!

Misha immediately lunged forward with the sword, wanting to murder this man for trying to tackle the First Mate! "Shut yer fishy lips... FISHLIPS!"

Again, she lunged forward. "HAHAHAHAHA!"


WHAT WAS THIS?!

"Don't yeh know nuthin' about LOYALTY YEH OLD DOG!"

There was no knife around her. So instead, she picked up plate of disgusting mashed potatoes and threw it at him... or her?

"DON'T."

"TOUCH."

"ME MAAAAAAAN!"

"ARRR! Get 'em lads!" bellowed Barnabus and he pushed the chair back as he got to his feet. He, too, grabbed utensils like the others but he grabbed two. Suddenly, the spoon and butter knife turned into two swords.

"ARRRR!"

Then to let everyone know that HE was ready to fight, the captain leaped onto the table and stood there in a fighting stance.








OOC: Vindictus has never worn shoes requiring laces since he started teaching at Hogwarts. He always wears boots.

Doc, Fishlips, Misha n' Barnabus xD
 

Oi! Attacked in two fronts! "Mateys! I be besieged!" bellowed the First Mate as he was being tackled AND kicked. Doc's aim may have met its mark if not for Fishlips' tackling, causing Jack to shift and the kick landing straight into his thigh. Didnt mean it hurt any less.

Yelping out in pain Jack reached out to parry the Doc's punch with his arm, which further tilted him off balance. Instinctively he reached out aiming for the old young ones neck but instead got a handful of his... face? Using it as a brace to steady himself he struggled to pull Fishlips off him, until he heard a battlecry from somewhere. "Misha! Grab 'em!"

And out of the corner of his eye, he can see Barnabas stand at a ready "Arrrgh! git'off me ye scurvy dogs, let me at 'im treacherous fiend!"

The brutish young man saw Thomas kick the first mate and smirked. Even if he was in a younger man's body with all of his fingers, there was no way he could take both him and Thomas, Fishlips was certain of that. "Loyal to the Capt'n we are! We'd die for 'em, somethin' ye'd never do," In his book, the man might as well be a traitor. And all traitors deserved to sleep with the fishes.

He of course wasn't bothered by the fact that he was in a little girl's body.... anymore. And he was totally unaware of any onlookers. So long as they didn't mess with him that is...


"Aye, Capt'n!" The lad bellowed back from his position on the first mate. And then he saw swords.... where was his sword! Knowing that the Captain could hold his own should someone be foolish enough to mess with him, he instinctively searched for a weapon.

Argh! MISHA!

Bloody Lass was always around... like a splinter in his hand. Fishlips had been struggling to stay on the first mate when the woman made herself known. "Shut yer lip, bloody woman!" Or... child. This was still somewhat weird. Giving the first mate a hard shove, he jumped off the man and reached for a fork that suddenly turned into a sword.

A weapon at last!

Fishlips lunged at the woman just as she came for him and swung his sword around with a mighty ARRRRGH!!! "Think a we lass, like yer self can defend Three Fingers? HA! A lubber can do a better!" He swung his sword at Misha again.

Seren finally wakes up from her gavy-esque daydream
 

Mmmm gravy... all that gravy... and noise?

MERLINS BEARD?!

Could she have no peace and quiet whilst eating her spectacular lunch?! Slack-jawed and eyes wide with surprise, Seren watched as the scene unfolded before her eyes. What in the name of Merlins Mother was going on!?

"Max!" she exclaimed out of shock once she was able to find her voice. She eyed the students, why where they sword fighting? and speaking like pirates?

"Honestly, all this pirate ship nonsense has gone on long enough," she said standing from her seat now, eyeing each and every one of them.
"Its all fun and games until somebody gets hurt... and someones bound get hurt!" ... at this rate anyway.

"ARRRRRR there lass. Ye be address'in the capt'in with respect!" Toothless shouted at the new comer, whom...was most deffinately NOT a pirate!!!! "Ye either be with us or with them!!!! Decide or stand your ground you scalywag!" Bill told the new woman...well maybe he shouldn't fight a woman. On second thought that wasn't such a good idea.

Glick turned his head sharply toward Sherman and then to Toothless Bill. "What?!" he yelled, putting a hand up to his ear to show he hadn't heard a word. "I told ye right scallywags I couldn't hear a word yer sayin' with all that whisperin'!" Although Glick hadn't heard a word from the whispering lassies, he could see that they'd drawn a cutlass on him, and so he raised his fork-turned-sword toward them and then bounded across the table he was still standing on.

That is until his attention was drawn elsewhere. "Ye threaten me Jack o' Cups, ye threaten me!" he yelled, turning around and bounding back in the other direction. Sword or no sword, he'd defend the first mate no matter what. His head turned from one to other as he waited for the first move.

Glick cackled loudly then bounded across the table toward the landlubber. "Well, 'o course some scallywags gonna get hurt!" he yelled. "They after me treasure!" He waved his sword in the general direction of the Captain. He lowered his sword then leaned down closer to the woman, his eyes wild with madness. "Tell me, ye lubber. What's 'a point of a fight if someone doesn't get hurt?" He'd intended to whisper, but of course his voice was loud and booming across the Great Hall anyway. He stood up again, raised his sword, and then cackled in a way only a mad man could do.

"Aye Captain!" Sherman replied echoing Fishlips' own affirmative response to Barnabus' orders. The able bodied sailor jumping up to stand on the seat of a nearby chair to raise himself up to the level of Mad Glick standing on the table.


"Pirate Nonsense? WHat tis the nonsense about bein' a pirate, eh?" Sherman spoke narrowing his eyes as the woman insulted his chosen profession.

"Aye people might get hurt...the first mate and his bloody followers will be thee only ones...and perchance ye for interfearin'" he added in agreement, eying the men and women in question. His sword tight in his hand ready to pounce if the mutinous crew reacted.

" I said....Put Yer Sword Where Yer Mouth Is!!" Sherman replied raising his voice so the gunner could hear not caring as the man went to the side of the landlubber.

Pfft another reason they weren't to be trusted...dealing with landlubbers. And LAndlubbers dealing with scalliwags in return.

"ARRRR! I be the Captain, wench!" replied Barnabus over the noise as he twirled both swords that were in his hands. "Ye might use yer pretty little head and get out 'o harms way."

It WAS sound advice and he kicked a bowl of fruit off the table as he walked towards the First Mate.

"Decide or stand my ground?" repeated Seren... oh Merlin have mercy! This lot have completely lost their minds!
With a slick fluid motion she withdrew her wand from her holster. She wasn't sure what she was going to do. At any rate there were too many off them. Magical pirates?... no don't be silly Seren, she thought to herself.
Insane young witches and wizards thinking that they're pirates.


"Miss Griengoth! Do not raise your voice at me! There is no treasure! and put that Merlin forsaken sword down!" It was an order. There was no way she was going to let anybody get hurt under her watch... well if she could help it.

Well this was no good. With a flick of her wand she sent the boys sword flying from his grasp. This was not good at all. Students should not be armed... and ready to use them.


"MAX!" she exclaimed angrilly. "How dare you address me in such a way... and in front of the students!!!" That was NOT appropriate behaviour.
But Seren was beginning to get the impression that nothing about this was normal... nothing. Something was seriously wrong. They weren't poisoned were they? Exposed to too much Alihotsy? ...

"Oh yes very funny Max, have you had your fun now?" she asked in a low voice. She hated to do it, but she had no choice... not really. With a swish and a flick of her wand she sent chains flying to his feet...

"HOW DARE YE, WENCH!" bellowed the captain as one of the chains wrapped around his left ankle. He crashed down on top of the table. As he rolled into a sitting position, he took aim with one of his swords and threw it directly at the woman.

But Barnabus wasn't finished. He had a crew of pirates at his disposal.

"ARRRR! RESTRAIN THE EVIL WENCH!"

"Well it's about time you spoke up like a man!" Glick yelled. He raised his sword again and began slashing it toward Sherman. He could hear the clinking of the swords as they made contact with one another. He figured just another few jabs and he'd get past the cutlass. "Belay there, while ye still can, ye filthy scallywag!"

Miss?!

"I ain't no wee lassie, I tell ya!" Glick yelled. "Merlin forsaken? Ye mean me cutlass here?" He raised it high and in the direction of the captain. "Arrr! Fight like a man!"

Glick cackled loudly as Sherman's sword went flying from his grasp. "Eeee hee hee! Even the lubbers are against ya, ye bilge rat!" It didn't escape him how the woman had simply told him to put down his cutlass, but she'd gone to battle with Sherman over his.

...and the Captain, too!

"The lubbers are with us, me Jack o' Cups!" yelled Glick. He turned back to the Captain. "...and with the chains, ye shall walk the plank to Davy Jones' locker!"

Dodging the sword with ease Seren couldn't help but think she had gotten herself into far more trouble than was worth.

Oh Merlin! now she had chosen a side?!

Run for it?

She looked around her, surrounded by students... Hhhmm this was bad news. Perhaps now would be a good time to send a patronus...

With a last ditch effort to, survive, Seren conjured up her patronus and watched helplessly as the silver hummingbird ascended through the enchanted ceiling.

"I'm.. sorry Captain?" she said awkwardly.

Taken by surprise at her quick actions, the transfigured sword in his hand was soon gone as the woman's spell hit as expected. "ARR...ye'll be regrettin' that lassie!!" the sailor exclaimed angry, the younger man soon seeing her attack on the captain next. The words of Mad Glick only making him more willing to fight against the intruder.

Sherman didn't have to hear Barnabas' orders twice, his own wand out once he was swordless. So it only took him a few quick movements of his own to send ropes back in her direction...too many to dodge all at once.

Fishlips was fighting with the wench, Misha, when he notice the landlubber restraining the Captain. The traitor she was! Had to walk the plank!! "Aye, Captain!" The brutish lad swung his sword around a bit more at Misha before reaching out for another object to restrain the traitor with.


He scowled. "Ye can have the tratiorus lubbers, Mad Jasper! All ye be walkin the plank!!" Fishlips reached out at the table and grabbed some napkins with his free hand that he quickly rolled... and the napkins soon turned into a bit of rope. Enough to restrain someone with.


It was TOO LATE for being sorry now, this woman was a traitor, and there for had to walk the plank. "Don't try to save yer self now, wench! Ye be headed for Davy Jones locker!!" With his sword in one hand and his rope in the other, he hopped on the table and went after the woman.