Spend a couple hundred years on the seas in storms of all kinds and you go overboard eventually. While this was not the first time the dead pirate Calico Reemes had been tossed overboard by a storm; nor the first time he had been tossed overboard in general, this was the coldest he had been during such a trip into the embrace of his love. Almost as soon as he had hit the freezing wake he had twisted himself back to his right way up and kicked himself to the surface. A stream of curses and hate spewed forth from his mouth foul enough to make the ears burn off of any upstanding cleric. Were he a dragon, his breath would be a string foul insults so severe it would turn the poor adventurers who faced him minds to jelly and soap. Luckily for his companions and for the populace at large, Reemes was not a dragon. He was just a wet and very cold pirate. 

Each sailor has fingers like fish hooks and Reemes had been trig enough to keep a line 'round himself when he was up in the rigging. You learned things like that when you were always on a ship, see? A quick grasp of the rope and a couple quick loops made the thing into a nice line up the side of the slick ship. Gritting his teeth and hissing curses in every language he could muster up in the freezing air, he hauled himself up and onto the deck with a damp thwap. Dripping from the ocean and steaming from the pure hatred he left towards that loud bitch that was flying down towards him, Reemes drew forth his pistol on his belt and returned his own shout at the uppity dog-thing. "Shush'er gob y'mangey fuck puddle!" He howled into the storm, thumbed the hammer back, and let the thunder of his own weapon match the crashing storm around them. As soon as the first shot rang out he sent another streaking after it. 

His aim was true as it could be and the balls of lead death leaped from the muzzle of his weapon and right into that opened mouth of the cold spewing beastie. Reemes grinned like a mad man, icicles hanging from his jawline breaking from the motion of the skin and clattering to the deck. He'd see that damned thing choke on a mixture of burning lead and its own blood for making him shiver. Reemes was already planning on ripping that skin off the thing's bones and seeing just how many coats he could make. Of course, he'd never tried his hand at tailoring but there was a first time for everything. Reemes took a deep breath, steadying himself for the comming battle. This was going to be a good one. His left hand dropped to the hilt of ghostly blade and was ready. Oh yes. Finally ready. 


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Reemes gets himself out of the water with the help of his handy dandy rope and then uses a point of his grit to get advantage on his pistol attack on the big flying wolf thing! He rolls a [url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2655[/url]25 on that attack and then hits that thing in the mouth for a great [url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2656[/url] 14 damage plus [url][url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2657[/url][/url]7 more sneak attack damage. His second attack was a [url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2659[/url]19 and dealt [url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2660[/url]13 more damage! After that he prepares himself for the battle to come by using his bonus action to second wind and regain [url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2658[/url]7 of his hp.  

HP: 37/69
Grit: 2/3
Pistol 1: 3/4
Pistol 2:4/4
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