Pack it up, pack it in,

[saltwaterlungs]

CHARACTERS: Darcy, and YOU?!
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake of beating the shit out of each other bettering each other
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.

I came to win

Fliers go up around the ship, as they so often do. This time put up with a reasonable amount of tape and written in a much less flowery hand than people would expect, the announcement ‘FIGHT CLUB TUESDAY EVENINGS SPORTS DECK: MAKE FRIENDS AND THEN HIT THEM’.
Anyone going to the sport’s deck after 7pm for the Tuesdays before the excursion will find tennis court set up for an impromptu fight club. There’s a notebook with a pen off to one side as a sign-in sheet, and a small list of rules written in the same handwriting as the fliers.
-No killing or dying
-Respect tapping out
-If you’re learning, respect your teacher/s
-If you’re teaching, respect your student/s
-Cause problems, get kicked out

Off to the sidelines, Darcy can be found supervising, keeping an eye out for any issues.

Battle me that's a sin

In one corner is supplies for fencing and swordplay. Three protective jackets, mesh masks, and blunt training sabers in a loose pile, plus whatever weaponry people themselves supply. There’s a circular arena drawn out on the ground, with a narrower fencing piste drawn through the middle of it.

I won't ever slack up

For those more inclined to hand-to-hand combat, a couple of the punching bags from the gym have been dragged out onto the court, along with focus-pads and a couple of long strips of bandages bandages to wrap one’s hands with. An arena has been drawn out, about the right dimensions for a boxing ring.

Punk you better back up

Over on the furthest side- deliberately angled to face off the ship- there’s a makeshift shooting range consisting of a bunch of water bottles and some mannequins from the Tommy Bahama laid out as targets to shoot at. A line has been drawn on the ground, presumably to stand behind when shooting.

Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up

Right in the middle of everything is an arena marked out for no clear purpose, with no equipment nearby. It can probably be presumed that this is somewhere for people to spar, or more likely, show off in front of everyone.

Comments

[be_seeing_you]

"It does take a while to train your muscles to hold such a position consistently." Even Number 6 is finding his muscle memory beginning to fade. All the more reason to take Johnny up on that suggestion.

"Certainly. I would be delighted. Shall we say once a week?"

[businessorlibation]

Johnny nods. "And...would you care to keep the Beretta? I can deliver the ammunition I have for it to your room sometime. I think it's a net benefit to the ship and its passengers, for you to be armed. And I'm more familiar with the revolver, anyhow."

[be_seeing_you]

"Yes, thank you. That's a very generous offer." He glances over the gun in his hand, nodding as if to mentally accept it now as his.

Much as he does try to avoid resorting to violence, the events at the diner made him sorely regret not having a means to defend himself. He won't have to leave anyone else at a disadvantage if he comes prepared. He won't let it happen a second time.

"You can trust that I will not use it recklessly."

[businessorlibation]

"I wouldn't have offered if I thought there was a chance you would, Smith."

Johnny clears the barrel of his revolver, shutting his ammo box.

"I'll reach out to see when is convenient for you."