Gangplank, the Saltwater Scourge
"I was cutting throats and sinking Noxian war galleys when you were all the while pissing your britches, kid. You would prefer not to take me on."
As capricious as he is ruthless, the deposed reaver ruler known as Gangplank is dreaded far and wide. Where he goes, demise and destroy take after, and such is his ignominy and notoriety that the merest sight of his dark sails upcoming causes freeze among even the hardiest group.
Having developed rich going after the exchange courses of the Twelve Seas, Gangplank has made himself numerous effective adversaries. In Ionia, he brought about the fierceness of the dangerous Order of Shadow in the wake of stripping the Temple of the Jagged Knife, and it is said that the Grand General of Noxus himself has vowed to see Gangplank torn to shreds after the privateer stole the Leviathan, Swain's own warship and the pride of the Noxian armada.
While Gangplank has caused the anger of numerous, none have yet possessed the capacity to convey him to equity, regardless of professional killers, abundance seekers, and whole task forces being sent after him. He enjoys bleak the consistently expanding rewards posted for his head, and makes a point to nail them to the Bounty Board in Bilgewater for all to see at whatever point he comes back to port, his boats substantial with plunder.
As of late, Gangplank has been brought around the plots of the abundance seeker Miss Fortune. His ship was obliterated with all of Bilgewater watching, slaughtering his team and shattering his air of power. Since they have seen he is defenseless, the packs of Bilgewater have ascended, battling among themselves to assert domain over the port city.
Notwithstanding accepting terrible wounds in the blast, Gangplank survived. Brandishing a huge number of crisp scars, and with a recently created metal arm to supplant his cut off appendage, he is presently resolved to reconstruct his quality, recover what he sees as legitimately his – and to mercilessly rebuff every one of the individuals who betrayed him.
The enormous Noxian war commander shivered and dropped his hatchet as Gangplank slammed his cutlass profound into the man's gut. Blood rose from the warrior's inked lips as he mouthed an unheard revile.
Gangplank pulled his cutting edge free with a scoff and pushed the diminishing man to the deck. He crumbled in a bang of substantial protection, his blood blending with the seawater sloshing over the war cookroom's foredeck. The dark painted structure of Gangplank's ship lingered over, the two vessels bolted together with boarding hooks and lines.
Gangplank's dark and gold teeth gritted in smothered torment – the Noxian had practically bested him. By the by, he declined to give his team a chance to see his shortcoming, driving his lips into an underhanded grin.
Wind and rain whipping at him, he swung to study whatever remains of the Noxians. He'd issued a blood-test to the adversary commander, and now that he'd won, their will to battle dissipated.
"This ship is presently mine," Gangplank thundered, sufficiently noisy to be heard over the driving hurricane. "Does any other person have anything to state on the issue?"
One of the Noxians, an immense warrior with blood-religion tattoos upon his face and garbed in spiked reinforcement scowled at Gangplank.
"We are children of Noxus," he roared. "We would all beyond words we let our ship be taken by any semblance of you!"
Gangplank glared, at that point shrugged. "Sufficiently reasonable," he stated, and dismissed. Gangplank supported his team with a horrendous grin.
"Execute them all," he thundered. "What's more, consume their ship to the waterline!"
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