"We might wish to speak to him," he points out, gesturing at the mud with the butt of his axe, "if that chest does not contain any tax; he might have an idea where the true bounty went."
Atton sets his guard back down on the ground, though. "Go flee now. If you're still around by the time I've drawn my knife I'll kill you." Atton gives him a shove.
"Aw don't you worry yer pretty little face, I'll buy ya a pedicure when we get back to the bar," Ben quips as he carefully turns the cart over to set it down right side up. He not sure if the cart is salvageable or not but just in case.
He then takes a look about the clearing for any signs of knights or footmen before turning to look at the chest. "You gonna get that or shall I?"
Teja leaves the guard he apprehended behind, and steps towards the chest, weighing the axe in his hand. "Shall I?" he asks. "One would assume we have no key."
He suspects there isn't anything in the chest, but it's worth a look.
After a moment, he levitates one of the pouches up into his hand, opening it and peering inside. There may be a slight gleam in his eyes when he sees the gold.
"We've hit the jackpot." If he wasn't morally bound to give the money to the Merry Men to distribute amongst the poor, he'd be stuffing it in his pockets by now.
The bright gleam in Jack's black eyes might be chalked up to pride at their success, but anyone knowing the pirate well could safely bet that there's something else involved, as well.
"Allow me."
Helpfully, Jack gathers up several pouches, balancing them in a bundle in his arms.
One makes its way up a sleeve; another just happens to fall from his fingers and into a pocket.
"Will ya look at that," Ben says completely dazzled by the amount of gold that sits before him. So dazzled he completely misses the wayward pouches Jack has grabbed for himself.
There's a musical jingling as the pouch up Jack's sleeve is jostled by Teja's interference. Hastily, Jack shifts the rest of the pouches that he's holding in his arms, adding to the sound of coinage, and then nods to Little John.
"Hold on a second guys," Ben says as he puts down all the pouches of gold that have been given to him. He then lays out the shreds of his robe and begins placing all the pouches upon it. Once he has them all placed he gathers the fabric into a loose sack and stands back up. "Okay now I can run if need be."
After a moment or two Ben says, answering Atton, "Maybe we can drop off all the empty chests at the Sherif's door? Or the pieces as the case may be."
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-09-29 11:27 pm (UTC)"Under that there piece of bloody heavy wood." Gold flashes from a tooth as he grins unrepentantly.
"Had to keep them from making off with it, now didn't I?"
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-09-30 01:30 am (UTC)Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-09-30 07:43 am (UTC)"We might wish to speak to him," he points out, gesturing at the mud with the butt of his axe, "if that chest does not contain any tax; he might have an idea where the true bounty went."
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-09-30 02:59 pm (UTC)"Go flee now. If you're still around by the time I've drawn my knife I'll kill you." Atton gives him a shove.
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-09-30 07:58 pm (UTC)"Aye, chase 'em 'way, they'll na bother us."
Once Ben lifts the cart, its hard to miss the mud puddle and the chest slowly sinking with lots of interesting sounds.
The guard Atton was holding runs terrified down the road, only tripping a little in the mud, the other one is mesmerized by Teja's axe.
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-02 01:44 am (UTC)"Now that's interesting."
He shrugs and jumps down from the tree branch, then promptly strolls over to the edge of the puddle, cocks his head to one side, and eyes the chest.
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-02 07:18 pm (UTC)"S'all muddy," wrinkling his nose slightly.
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-02 07:40 pm (UTC)He then takes a look about the clearing for any signs of knights or footmen before turning to look at the chest. "You gonna get that or shall I?"
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-02 07:45 pm (UTC)Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-02 07:47 pm (UTC)John rumbles and gives a glare to the last guard who flees after his friend.
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 02:43 pm (UTC)Jack seems privately amused for some reason, even as he shrugs.
"Crack it open, mate. Having a plan's much more better than having a key, but having the treasure's better still."
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 07:11 pm (UTC)Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 08:50 pm (UTC)Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 09:06 pm (UTC)He suspects there isn't anything in the chest, but it's worth a look.
After a moment, he levitates one of the pouches up into his hand, opening it and peering inside. There may be a slight gleam in his eyes when he sees the gold.
"We've hit the jackpot." If he wasn't morally bound to give the money to the Merry Men to distribute amongst the poor, he'd be stuffing it in his pockets by now.
Stupid morals.
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 09:08 pm (UTC)"Good, let's be gettin' 'em out then."
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 09:10 pm (UTC)"Good - we need not recapture them now."
He picks up some pouches, also, and looks around at the other men -- Ben Grimm, one would assume, could carry them all.
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 09:53 pm (UTC)The bright gleam in Jack's black eyes might be chalked up to pride at their success, but anyone knowing the pirate well could safely bet that there's something else involved, as well.
"Allow me."
Helpfully, Jack gathers up several pouches, balancing them in a bundle in his arms.
One makes its way up a sleeve; another just happens to fall from his fingers and into a pocket.
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 11:04 pm (UTC)"I can carry all of it if ya guys want."
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 11:28 pm (UTC)To Ben: "If you insist." He tosses his pouch Ben's way.
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 11:29 pm (UTC)Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-03 11:31 pm (UTC)"Can just 'ead back to meet with the others then."
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-04 06:32 pm (UTC)"Lead the way, mate."
Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-04 10:22 pm (UTC)Re: The Cart
Date: 2008-10-05 03:48 am (UTC)After a moment or two Ben says, answering Atton, "Maybe we can drop off all the empty chests at the Sherif's door? Or the pieces as the case may be."