Terrible Ed Rickets

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Home: the shipwreck
Been on the island since 2014-02-17
Died: 34 times (last time was 2022-09-05 04:05, killed by a alligator)
Level: 35
Class: Pirate (outsider)
Primary Clan: The Crew of 'THE FLYING FRENCHMAN'
Underworld: https://underworld.shartak.com/?id=24156
Deadzone: http://shartak.aphlor.org/deadzone/view/24156


At The Watering Hole:

You say, "zevna! I ain't spied a lass in more than fiddy tides. Th' way I be gunna smooch on ye, 'tis gonna sound like a horse eatin' an apple! Ya lily livered scurvy dog!

A zombified parrot squawks "Aelita is a big fat whore!!!" (2016-10-28 23:57)

Aye a'wishes the zombified parrot would nay say sumthin' which ain't th' gospel truth so's I could arguey.

Wolfred Bane, the seas be a'treatin' me shitty! Like ar' redheaded stepchild!

They carry 3 bear cloaks, 1 monkey claw charm, 335 skulls, 1 ornate pimp staff, 1 trident, 1 pig bladder, 1 necklace of mummified native ears, 1 VHS copy of Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights, 1 bar of Duke Cannon soap, and 1 Hooters coupon.

Thanksgiving Turkey-Hunt 2015. Ed Rickets killed 957 turkeys! A new record. Strong men cried.

Good deal Bahl. Be the sharman arises again I will endeavor to dispatch 'im. Wot worked in Rakmogak ought t' work in Durham, I suspect. Methinks some o' me former allies in Rakmogak 'ave ties here, so's our numbers arrr likely to be lower. The hotel be unsafe. Spooks ever'y place.

FlayII, aye be at the sacred spot whar I'm jawin' wi' Sara. She always had a soft spot fer Terrible Ed. If ye still be in Rakamok I'll try an' portal by. If it be over-run wi' savages, aye'll portal ri' back out again. Yer 'umble servant, Terrible Ed Rickets.

"You must start a fire which is large enough and there must be adequate vegetation in adjoining squares."

FlayII, have hoarded 17 horks o' driftwood an' are nearly back to Port Frenchie Bagette or whatever 't's new moniker be.

The Shadow Man! Yer frightful ways might send th' superstitious Rakmogak savages screamin'. Yes, Terrible Ed be goin' all in! Ifin thar be some piorate left in yer black soul, hade east. P.S. Ther song what were o' yer profile almos' maid Terrible Ed cry!

Gristle! Whar be ye?!!

TheDreadThespian burt reynolds! Git yer hamsome mug out t' Rakmogak! Cannibals be talkin' smack about yer 'Cannonball Run' movies!

Edward England! Aye need you t' git yer fanny out here t' Rakmogak an' slay some natives! I be callin' in favors!

FlayII, nay t' worry, we seems t' be holdin' th' isle thus far. But that acwanniond horker shaman dodges gunfire like an eel! We appears t' be havin' a full three clans o' gentleman o' fortunes anointin' this plot wi' th''r swaggerin' ways! Spreadin' th' word at th' gator swamp has brought us ten fold what were be expected. Thar will be bloodshed.

FlayII, I'm enterin' Rakmogak! Gentleman Jim Parnell, be ye about? mouse, TheDreadThespian burt reynolds, an' Mad Jack Bones, need ye a vacation? Rakmogak be nice this time o' year.

FlayII, me alt has made th' isle an' found but one native, Blume. Nay deaths, level 0, and a body by the shaman. Hasn't found another soul. When he builds some AP I'll has him kill th' shaman. a'keeping that rascal daid be the key to ar' goals.

Arrr mouse. Shroombaker an' burt reynolds be trackin' th' serpent, an' th' main camp & fire be at [-70.089,+26.384]. Nex Pacisor, Yves Montand, Last Yo Ho Ho (Laugh) an' a native be nearby. Scroombaker an' burt be puttin' up cords, an' th' big snake be in th' area o'[-70.060,+26.377]. I be headed that way. Do nay attack on sight! This be a Hunger-ed Python, an' once locked in battle ye canna wriggle free! Our one chance be t' zerg th' critter! I got nay bullets, but 12 heavr blades, 'cause I were goin' t' trade wi' some horse's arse who claimed he had a bear shawl!!! I be Terrrible Ed Rickets.

Extra Special Achievement: (1 total)

The Blackbeard Award for most feared pirate in all of Shartak history!

The award scroll messaged to me in a bottle read, "Yadda, yadda, yadda, an' in closin' Ter'ible Ed's ruthlessness an' chicanery seem to practically know no earthly or moral bounds. The day he dies will surely be cause for celebration." And so forth.


mouse: Where's my pirate?

mouse, yer piroate be right 'ere! Has the whole band of th' "Keepers of The Faith" havin' been slaughtered by flesh eatin' songbirds or headless monks or whatever horribles walks this place except for meself, Terrible Ed Rickets?!!!

mouse, TheDreadThespian burt reynolds an' I met up in the crevice whar ye first pinioned us, an' we have met up wi' FlayII, a Ghost Ship hand who has proved hisself worthy on many occasion, and who figures to join in as a pilgrim in our quest to th' "sacred spot". We plans t' haid tord th' basin o' th' falls in hope to gather up ar' cabal and brave the frightening, heavenly, ethereal domain of the "spot", which will likely drive us all mad. 'Til then, I be ye 'umble servant, Terrible Ed Rickets.

Eva de Luna, me pretty, as is my rite, by the piroate code, I request ye allow any of the "keepers of the faith" free passage thru "Hork Valley" or "Pudge McCreedy's Rest" as it be known. If ye shall, I might in time allow ye one kincade (a favor), within the limits or leisure of that of a swashbuckler of my high rank. I reckon you know if crossed, my wrath be terrible and practically unending. I've made many a scalawag's daid grandma jump out of the ground screamin' with me horrific acts!!! But I'll greet ye as a gentlewoman of fortune until ye prove otherwise. 'Til then, I be yer 'umble servent, Terrible Ed Rickets.

Good work mate! The scoundrel be daid, and the conch returned me friend FlayII. snow must have used up a King's ransome in faks and fungi! And all for squat. He didn't even get to blow the critter once! The ship be mostly secure again. We be runnin' too close to the shore.

(Much more horrid news! be patient.)

update: Terrible Ed is now a Kraken Slayer!


update 2: Terrible Ed has now slayed a serpent!



Look into the face of bloody death.

You see a cruelly handsome rake with a red scarf about his head & hard set features. He is Terrible Ed Rickets.

He has recently begun work to restore The Fédération de l'Est, a French enclave to the north of Derby.


Terrible Ed to the Denizens of Unity, (better known as McCreedy's Point) "Swashbucklers be known gift givers. Like th' Portuguese!”


On the weight o' me unbelievable helming skills, I has become first mate of the 'orrid floating tomb known as 'The Ghost Ship'. Captained by Capn jaytn. Or' everchangin' crew battles unspeakable creatures that was perhaps once men. But there be pistols -- an' rum! Always rum.

Terrible Ed's Ghost Ship Diary:

8/7/2014, Terrible Ed Rickets has raided The Ghost Ship along with Dick Deadeye. Others arriving, updated soon.

update: 8/12/2014. Deadeye an' me, we has elected Capn jaytn, who has guided us here, an' who has rid this ship many tides alone wi' th' dark spirits that dwell here as captain. He's awful proud o' his vessel. One tide stokin' th' lass' lovingly he asks, "Ye like th' fancy wood trim?" I does. Indeed I does.

update: 8/19/2014. As ever' man aboard has witnessed that Terrible Ed Rickets be a superior helmsmen t' any they's be havin' ere spied, an' would testify t' that fact e'en if threatened by 'orrible death, I be havin' taken th' wheel. Th' ship rolls, an' th' sea fights her ever' step. An' she be pursued by a dark sky we can nereseem t' escape. Th' bunks howerebe be comfortable an' be havin' good lumbar support.

update: 8/26/2014. Captain Briggs, a demon o' a man se'en feet tall, wi' glowin' red eyes an' weildin' a cutless tries t' regain control o' his ship ever' 24 bells aftr' bein' kilt! His horrid crew inhabit different cabins on th' vessel. I be havin' nay yet seen a cabin boy. I fear 'im most o' all. Th' dirty lil' nipper.

update: 9/08/2014. Tis th' well known native Neil Tathers what has visited ur' ship. Wi' his braggatry, fancy ways, cleanliness, an' makin' eye sex at 'evry sea dogs an' land lubber. I be jus' as happy when he made his leave, as he made Terrible Ed feel ... peculiar.

update: 9/13/2014. Arrrr sea dogs an' land lubbers! Ya swabbie whut deserves the black spot! Despite all odds, we've managed t' hand onto Th' Ghost Ship lo' these many weeks. She's drawn a massive crew o' cutthroats, scalawags, turncoats, rogues, gorgons, natives, an' yes, fancy lads. They's fought bravely, ever' man jack o' them! Briggs an' his crew continue t' harass us daily. Th' faks run low, but th' rum be oddly plentiful. A Dalek has comes aboard. I dasn't know what t' makes o' 'im. Until me next report, I be yer humble servent, Terrible Ed Rickets!”

update: 9/29/2014. We be captured in a still sea an' most of the mincing, corset wearin' sissy men who sashayed thar fat behinds aboard The Ghost Ship with the intent solely to extract pistols from this vessel has lefts ar' company. We ar' fewer, but pro'ably the stronger for it.

update: 10/12/2014. After many deadly battles an' hardships, our crew be down to meself, th' Capn, the ship's doctor, Jean Lafitte, ther Dred Thesbian burt reynolds, a native who don't speak, and another fella who I don't know what to make of. Long John Thomas who worthless life I 'av saved more than a dozen cock's crows has jumped ship. Be I ever sight 'im again, I'll kills him whar he stands.

update: 10/20/2014. Jean Lefette has join or' crew an' be a demon with a cutless. The ship rides low from all th' pistols we has piled into th' hold. The Capn busiys himself in th' galley makin' curry of the various beasties he's able to drags aboard. Horrib' stuff it be! But the kegs o' curried rice be the only thins th' rats leaves alone, so it be our lot.

update: 10/29/2014. This may well be th' last testament o' Terrible Ed Rickets. As or provisions -- rum I means, be near t' gone I be havin' begun th' long trek t' shore. Th' 'Ghost Ship' be pinioned somewhere near th' ends o' th' earth, an' th' trip be dreadful hazardous. (You lose 1 HP from an old wound. Use a first aid kit to stop the bleeding before you die.) I dare nay attack th' sharks, as th' zombifin' process might render then e'en deadlier. I runned across a Yorker an' used th' lad's fer a floatation device fer a few wee knots 'til he sunk. I b'lieve 't were 'Twist'. ” (You lose 1 HP from an old wound. Use a first aid kit to stop the bleeding before you die.) “If ere wants t' help ou' an ol' buccaneer, I be at [-70.618,+26.532]. Th' 'Ghost Ship' resides at [-70.612,+26.496]. I be yer humble servent, Terrible Ed Rickets.

update: 11/12/2014. Or' crew currently be includin' the likes o' La Hire, Jean Lafitte, Doctor John Simmons, Shamus O'Doul, TheBloodyGhost o scurvy sam, graeme quatrain an' a native good at killin' wi' a blowpipe, nosher powell. Hold up in the galley avoiding the blackguard Captain Brigg's full fury, we has been lucky at obtainin' necessaries and slay the Steward daily. There also be a spirit an' a dead body aboard. As time passes we endeavors to unravel th' numerous an' horrid secrets o' The Ghost Ship. Plus La Hire snores somethin' chronic.

update: 11/26/2014. A horrid native name o' Ryan Coyle set upon us souls on th' Ghost Ship as we was caught in ou' tormented sleep! In his fungi addicted state 'e managed t' slay th' Capn, meself, an' La Hire. Lafitte hisself has gone missin'. This proves e'en good men what sez th''r prayers an' keeps a steady course can be set upon by evil.

update: 1/07/2015. I have died and left The Ghost Ship, and am spending time with The Responsible Drinkers. Arrr, how the booze flows.

update: 2/14/2015. Much be 'appened I cannot speak of. No one must know! But I have recent mead a Kincaid with the denizens o' 'Shark Island', 'Unity Island', 'Bogoto Delmar' or '(Pudge) McCreedy's Point' as I knows 't. Hefner and his crew be mad as hatters, but we has somehow come t' terms. A portion of the isle now be safe haven fore the scurvy seafarers what wash up from The Ghost Ship.

update: 3/2/2015. Capn jaytn be lost or daid! A fine Captain he were. A gentleman o' fortune! Whether he be masted in this world or th' next we wishes him well. Although th' horrid stench of 'is curry still pervades this accursed vessel. First Frenchie Bagette, now jaytn. Could I be not as wicked a crazy good helmsmen as I be 99% certain I be?

update: 3/22/2015. After many 'o idealic days of hellish storms, nightmarish apparitions, an' crewmen a' usin' my toilet, we was set upon by a demon, a human monster, some do do shaped like a man, "snow". Flay, Scurvy Sam, and a fellow who I cannot recall fought bravely. But the blackguard caught them with their pants down a'usin' my toilet. The native Nosher Powell attacked him with all his indigenous fury, and snow shrieked like a wee girl, dove into the sea and dog paddled away like a third grader named Tammy at the YWCA. He was then tracked by Shamus O'Doul ... full of Ghost Ship rum & Irish rage! Anyway, snow be on 'The Ghost Ship' pirates permanent kill list! Unless he brings us some rum or buys me a Camaro. That is all!

update: 9/02/2015. Has agin' me bet'r judgment joined the Royal Expedition's Grand Elephant Hunt! An' 'as be havin' managed t' slay several o' th' big gray tusked landlubbers as they charges an' tumpet's at me wi' thar horrid great snouts. I has broke near ever' blade I carried on th''r miserable hide an' 'as dumped a king's ransomed in fungi down me gizzard! Aye, Ter'ible Ed must win r' dies in th' attempt.


A pirate all his life, Rickets is a unique thinker, and has big plans. He went from cabin boy to deck hand, to captaining 3 ships. They all went down. His last ship, he was First Mate of "THE FLYING FRENCHMAN" under Frenchie Bagette, and many of his former crew wander about the island of 'SHARTAK.

They carry 1 monkey claw charm, 1 skull, 1 ornate staff and 1 silver skull cross.

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Achievements:(18 total)
Kraken Slayer Python Slayer 2016 Alligator Smackdown Raider of the Lost Treasury 8 years old
Areas explored: 92 (2.5% of island)
HP Healed: 1883
Trading Points: 707
Spirits Exorcised: 0 (not a shaman)
Wailing Damage: 1243
Ritual Feasts: 0 (not a cannibal)
Mentioned in 0 profile

The following extended statistics are since 1st Jan 2011.

Alcohol Brewed: 0
Alcohol Drunk: 216
Heads Collected: 0
Fruit Juiced: 267
Successful Possessions: 35
Tracks Found: 225
Fires Started: 10
Fires Extinguished: 0
Items Buried: 6
Items Found: 1760
Jungle Chopped: 112
Parrots Tamed: 3
Monkeys Tamed: 0
Signposts Built: 8
Signposts Smashed: 0
Treasures Found: 0 (added 2014-07-14)

NPC kills: 401; last kill: songbird
 Animals: 394
 Shamans: 6
 Traders: 1
Natives killed: 11; last kill: Scaramouche
 Raktam: 0
 Dalpok: 2
 Wiksik: 0
 Rakmogak: 9
Outsiders killed: 10; last kill: Snow
 Derby: 2
 Durham: 2
 York: 3
 Shipwreck: 3
NPC kills (detailed):
large stag37
wild boar27
large deer22
small deer21
zombified parrot14
Captain Briggs6
chief elf3
guard dog3
Second Mate3
zombified large stag2
zombified songbird2
zombified wild boar2
Tamdal Gak1
zombified bear1
zombified alligator1
fully-grown giant squid1
zombified monkey1
First Mate1

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