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Serenity's got about another 32 hours before they hit Ezra.

The waiting before a job is usually the worst part, and today Mal is feeling it more so than others. He's checking in with the bar when he receives an eyepatch and a watergun the likes of which he hasn't seen since that ridiculous Assassin game in April.

There's a smirk when he shoves the eyepatch into his pocket, hopping behind the bar and scrawling out a sign before asking Bar for a 3' by 5' cloth.

Mal walks out the door to the lake, damn near whistling.

[ooc: I'm on gchat for any coordinating that might want to happen. Uh. It's not a huge boat, but it'll do. I'll put up an organizing post somewhere if this gets people involved.

ETA: This thread is for any arrivals if you are participating in shenanigans.

ETA AGAIN: OOC COMMUNICATIONS.

And it continues: The Battle Thread. Onlookers welcome.

And food for the spectators. And the winner, obviously.]

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"We surrender!"

Mal calls out as loudly and clearly as possible to the Captain(s) on the Dutchman.

"We would like to bring the Hope to you for inspection and boarding, as any good pirate should do!"

As for the rest of Mal's crew, they are sitting on the boat, as placid as possible.

Waiting for the opportune moment.

Inara is holding a white strip of fabric from her skirt, waving it sadly at the Dutchman. And possibly winking at Mal.

"Any good pirate?" Elizabeth drawls.

A glance at Will reminds her that she's likely the more suspicious captain on deck, though it's Will's ship and his prize to claim.

Even so: King.

"We need buckets," is whispered to her husband, while she flashes a fake smile at the others and laughs. "You make a pretty request, but why should we believe you?"

"I didn't shoot you in the back when you ran off my boat?"

Well it's true.

"I was too quick of a target!"

Elizabeth is enjoying herself.

Will can do buckets!

...isn't it his ship, shouldn't he be giving orders?

He fetches a good few buckets and sets them by Elizabeth.

After all: King.

Mal doesn't wait for a final answer before casting off from the dock and setting the boat adrift. They're not far enough apart for there to be much maneuvering required, and the displacement from the Dutchman makes them a draw for the Hope.

The only continued commentary Mal offers is to Gibbs, who helps him unfurl the main sail just enough to keep them from drifting leeward.

As small as the boat is, Gibbs is glad to be back on the sea after too many months on land. And a bit impressed with Mal's skills with the sails. (Though of course Gibbs knows that Mal will get better with time.)

Meanwhile Radical Edward, Princess of Pirates and Scourge of the Seven Seas, is hiding beneath a tarp covering some tied-down boxes on the deck. Mal quite correctly guessed that she isn't good at dissembling, which means she can't take part in "surrendering," but that's okay - she's very happy to hide and wait for the signal to attack! Arrrr!

Good, they're all otherwise occupied. Elizabeth taps a finger on the Dutchman's rail and works on her thoughtful expression as she takes a step back, grabbing the buckets as she goes. Dropping one over the other side, she quickly lets it fill with water and hauls it back up again; then she repeats the exercise, filling each bucket part way.

It's an insurance policy, savvy?

Returning, she watches their progress with a properly piratical expression.

Jamie, meanwhile, is doing his best to clamber up the side of the ship.

He aims a few squirts in the direction of the other ship, feeling that this is probably in the general spirit of things.

(What? He didn't hear about the surrender!)

The boat, for Mal's part, pulls up alongside the Dutchman smoothly and without trouble.

"Any chance of a rope for the defeated?"

Very solemn.

Norrington has wandered up from whatever he was doing below decks, and spots Jamie on the side of the ship.

Laughing, "Hold on, lad, I'll pull you up."

"Hey."

"He's on our side!" Norrington calls back. "We can hardly leave him there."

"Thank you!" Jamie chimes in, with a beaming smile, and waves brightly to the Other Side as he starts to rise up the side of the ship.

Elizabeth is there to assist, smiling magnanimously at both James and the new boy. "Do you have any more?"

Meaning water pistols.

To Mal: "Will you relinquish your weapons?"

She looks to Will, who doesn't seem to mind her interference. He's probably used to it.

Mal grimaces.

He turns to his crew, pulling out the gun from his holster with his back to Elizabeth and Will, placing it on the bench next to him.

He even digs out the knife from his boot. See? Helpful.

Very. Odd, that.

Elizabeth doesn't believe for a second that he's surrendered everything. And now it's oh so tempting to say 'Remove' and gesture to his clothing, but she manages to refrain.

"Very well. We'll throw you a rope."

She'll even make sure it's attached to something.

Jamie swings his water-gun around his finger in a way that is totally piratical and menacing FOR SRS, and hopes no one has noticed that he has accidentally water-blasted himself in the foot.

"This is the only one I've got," he says to the girl - and she certainly doesn't look look like any of the Dutchmen on the ship he knew - "but don't worry, I've got him covered."

Mal's climbing up the rope Elizabeth throws down to the Hope, watergun tucked into his belt under his coat on his left side. Others follow his lead, until Mal's boots land on the deckboards of the Dutchman.

"Oh." Dry. "You have. Defeated us. Woe."

"Good," Elizabeth offers Jamie, eyes fixed on Mal after the rope's gone over. "I'm Captain Turner of the Empress. The other Captain Turner commands the Dutchman."

She's just defending his ~~prowess~~ honor.

Elizabeth picks up a bucket. Equally dry (for the moment): "So we have. It is a victory we will speak of for years to come."

Uh huh.

Mal quickdraws his watergun out of his waistband, firing at Elizabeth's shoulders.

"Crew - attack!"

Ed bursts out from beneath the tarpaulin, roaring a battlecry, clambering up the line to the Dutchman. As soon as she hits the deck she scampers away to dodge any incoming attacks, pulling two water pistols out of the waistband of her pants and shooting at anyone who isn't on her crew.

Inara pulls out the two water pistols hidden beneath her skirts, firing with deadly (wetly?) accuracy at Will's face.

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