Captain Wiffo is back from a long journey and trying to dock at the beautifully built Elysabethtown docks and Dark Green Inn.  Will he make it before his ..ship.. ceases to exist? Find out in the forum!

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Captain Whiffo’s Duel…
Sailor Leon’s Letter…
End of the White Doubloon

Captain Whiffo paused.  It was a long pause (a very long pause – just over two years long, actually… ).

…You- you don’t even know what I’m talking about it’s been so long.  Alright!

Well, for those of you who don’t remember, the good Captain was just seated in the Dark Green Inn of Port Wilks, telling “a long, thrilling tale of adventure, duels, piratical villains, and rivaling trade companies from the beginning to end!” and he had just lost his Class 2 ship to a Mardierian war fleet and was left in the middle of the ocean on a little tiny raft with his small crew.  But it just so happens that he was in that section of the middle of the ocean that is not so very far from the bustling Eslandolan port town of Elysabethtown… (it’s not my fault both of those end in town – I didn’t name the place.)

“And so, after a vast (he said it like, “avast”) number of grueling days aboard o’ that ol’ piece of driftwood,” Captain Whiffo was saying, “we finally spotted Elysabethtown in the distance just as our rations of cookies were giving out…”

All was bustle and excitement at the docks of Elysabethtown when the famous ETWC captain came riding in that day, his sword glittering in the morning light as he waved it above his head in the crow’s nest of the little raft.

The docks official and sailors stopped to cheer lustily, and the passersby paused to stare and wave in greeting at the singular sight.

Captain Whiffo shook his hookhand in triumph (forgetting, for the moment, that the Mardierians were the ones who had taken his ship away, and not the other way around), and the crew leapt up in delight.

“Finally!” exclaimed the Lieutenant, with a cheer, “Captain, we’re home free!!”

Suddenly the raft underneath them began to tremble and quake, and the beams, battered and old, started to give way and float apart.

Captain Whiffo turned to him and shook his fist.

“Look at that, Lieutenant!  Now you’ve jinxed us!”

But nothing could ever faze Captain Whiffo – and it probably helped that he was on top…

And so he rode victoriously, just the same…

…Right up to the dock…

…And landed amidst the stunned observance of all present.

…In a most singular and original unrolling of events totally not stolen from some other famous pirate captain (dear, Captain Whiffo nearly had my head for that “other”…).

Anyways, to get back to the story.

“Good day sir!  Captain Whiffo, just sailed in from the middle of the ocean, if you need that for your records.”

“Yes sir, thank you very much,” exclaimed the official, making a quick note of it.  “And that’ll be 7 DBs in tax for docking, if you please sir,” he looked up from his pad of papers.

Captain Whiffo stared at him until his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.  “Taxes!  Tax, in an Eslandolan colony!  What are the Brick Seas coming to – have I been at sea so long?  I never thought I’d live to see the day…!”

“Right, 7 DBs sir,” remarked the officer, with a grin, taking a half-step back.  It was Captain Whiffo’s turn to smile.  He leaned toward him and extended his hook…

…And the official, losing his balance, tumbled off the docks.

And off…

Into the water…

Captain Whiffo leaned over with a wide smile.

“That’ll be 7 DBs for docking sir, if you please!” he exclaimed, “and so there we are equal, my good friend!”

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“Cap’in-” interrupted the first mate again – “Cap’in, there aren’t any port taxes in Elysabethtown.”

“What?” exclaimed the Captain.  “Ah well, must have been some other rascally Maestro port that that happened at then,” he grinned.  “But to get back to the point…”

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“Actually, that pretty much was the point.  And then when all o’ the crew had made it up (the official hadn’t yet – “He wasn’t there!” interrupted the first mate…), had made it up,” the Captain repeated, “I headed off to buy the inn and warehouse where we’d landed for the ETWC to commemorate the event.  But after that…”

“That was when things really started happening…”  But sadly, I’m afraid that’ll have to wait until next time

A few more pics (hoping y’all haven’t got tired of them yet) sans minifigs:

The dock:

The street:

And the citizens of Elysabethtown:

Well, it’s been way too long since I’ve last posted something here, and it’s been like forever since I last built for this storyline! Hopefully I’ll be getting better on both those points in the next couple of months though!  This build has been a long time in the works, and I had a lot of fun with it – got to use a bunch of my old grey on the warehouse too! – hope y’all enjoyed it and the story as well!  The buildings were based off these two inspiration pics, though both ended up getting modified to a decent degree (and I personally think my in looks better than the other one, but anyways)  More to come from Captain Whiffo soon, Lord willing!

Thanks for viewing, Comments & Criticisms welcome as always!