Today’s warm up doodle is a very piratey Vincent & another snippet from the Vincent & Poppy Pirate Adventure Tale. (We’ll have a real title for it someday.) 

“Oh, Potter, this is a fine, fine pickle,” he groaned.  ”Think, man, THINK…”  He stood at the open cargo door of the Falcon, eye-balling the distance between his aircraft and the deck of the pirate ship to which it was moored.  Leaping off his liner onto an enemy vessel to face an unknown number of adversaries was starting to seem like a Very Bad Idea.  He thought about Poppy squealing as the pirates had dragged her off; she was on that barge somewhere.  ”I’m sure something will come to me,” he sighed.  He gripped the thick rope between his hands and swung out over the side of his ship.  He caught the the connecting rope one handed at the crescendo of his swing, and used the momentum to skidder down it, before jumping and landing heavily on the deck.  He stood and pulled his jacket straight just as he heard the click of several hammers being pulled into the firing position.  He groaned.  ”Failed plan number one: don’t jump into the middle of a pile of pirates with guns.”  He turned slowly, arms spread out to his side, with a wide grin on his face.Five men, all dressed in loose fitting clothes, were pointing rifles at him.“Gentlemen, let’s not get twitchy.”

Today’s warm up doodle is a very piratey Vincent & another snippet from the Vincent & Poppy Pirate Adventure Tale. (We’ll have a real title for it someday.)
 

“Oh, Potter, this is a fine, fine pickle,” he groaned.  ”Think, man, THINK…”  He stood at the open cargo door of the Falcon, eye-balling the distance between his aircraft and the deck of the pirate ship to which it was moored.  Leaping off his liner onto an enemy vessel to face an unknown number of adversaries was starting to seem like a Very Bad Idea.  He thought about Poppy squealing as the pirates had dragged her off; she was on that barge somewhere.  ”I’m sure something will come to me,” he sighed.  He gripped the thick rope between his hands and swung out over the side of his ship.  He caught the the connecting rope one handed at the crescendo of his swing, and used the momentum to skidder down it, before jumping and landing heavily on the deck.  He stood and pulled his jacket straight just as he heard the click of several hammers being pulled into the firing position.  He groaned.  ”Failed plan number one: don’t jump into the middle of a pile of pirates with guns.”  He turned slowly, arms spread out to his side, with a wide grin on his face.

Five men, all dressed in loose fitting clothes, were pointing rifles at him.

“Gentlemen, let’s not get twitchy.”

I’ve ruined myself with the Twitter Tale. I can no longer see a Victorian-styled woman accompanied by a little blonde boy without expecting them to be plotting some horrible kind of violence.
From the Poppy & Vincent Pirate adventure story we’ve been working on (no, I’m not kidding): 

“Try it,” Poppy said quietly, “and I promise you, I will shoot you in the stomach and leave you to bleed to death.”Carver’s head snapped in Poppy’s direction. “That’s a very interesting idea, ma’am,” he said.  “We may borrow it.  We are looking forward to playing with you, ma’am, but we think it will hurt you all the more for you to watch Captain Potter die slowly,” his lips pulled back from his teeth in a smile.“I really hate to interrupt this in depth discussion of my painful death,” Vincent said.  “But there are two of us, Carver, and only one of you.  Well, only one of you physically, so why don’t you…”“He screamed quite a bit, sir,” Carver said not taking his eyes from Poppy, “We wonder if you will as well.”“What?”“Prince Alistair, sir.”  His eyes flicked to Vincent’s face.  “We helped Miss Hiiri with the crowned prince.  He screamed.  Oh, he had such a lovely scream, sir,” he breathed. “We bet you’ll be better.”

I’ve ruined myself with the Twitter Tale. I can no longer see a Victorian-styled woman accompanied by a little blonde boy without expecting them to be plotting some horrible kind of violence.

From the Poppy & Vincent Pirate adventure story we’ve been working on (no, I’m not kidding): 

“Try it,” Poppy said quietly, “and I promise you, I will shoot you in the stomach and leave you to bleed to death.”

Carver’s head snapped in Poppy’s direction. “That’s a very interesting idea, ma’am,” he said.  “We may borrow it.  We are looking forward to playing with you, ma’am, but we think it will hurt you all the more for you to watch Captain Potter die slowly,” his lips pulled back from his teeth in a smile.

“I really hate to interrupt this in depth discussion of my painful death,” Vincent said.  “But there are two of us, Carver, and only one of you.  Well, only one of you physically, so why don’t you…”

“He screamed quite a bit, sir,” Carver said not taking his eyes from Poppy, “We wonder if you will as well.”

“What?”

“Prince Alistair, sir.”  His eyes flicked to Vincent’s face.  “We helped Miss Hiiri with the crowned prince.  He screamed.  Oh, he had such a lovely scream, sir,” he breathed. “We bet you’ll be better.”