“Schluss mit schmutzigen Ratte!” (“Stop that filthy rat!”)
“Schnappen Sie sich den Dieb!” (“Grab that thief!”)
Wilhelm Hoffmann was running for his life. He had been snatching food off of street merchant’s stalls for years. When he was younger the merchants would let him keep the food he stole out of pity for a child stranded on the streets. But as he grew older, the merchants started punishing him for his thieving; so he developed ways of stealing without the merchants catching him. Life had been hard but he liked it.
But today he had been reckless. He had successfully stolen a small bottle of whiskey, a pound of potatoes, and a loaf of bread. As he was walking through the streets back to the abandoned warehouse where he lived, he happened across the butcher closing up his stall. A plan had immediately popped into Wilhelm’s head. It would be a simple matter of waiting until the butcher took a load of meat to his cart and then grabbing a couple of sausages off of their hooks and continuing on his way. As Wilhelm neared the stall he saw a perfectly cooked brisket on the counter. The sausage would have been an easy steal, but the sausage and the brisket would be a challenge, he was confident that he could do it.
He had underestimated the time he had before the butcher turned around. And now, here he was running past his warehouse towards the docks, with the butcher right on his heels. As he came careening around a corner onto the main dock road, he bumped into an elderly man pushing a beat cart. He couldn’t stop so he kept moving; now weaving his way through the thick crowd that always surrounded the dock. It turned out that the old man had fallen and hit his head on the street. Because Wilhelm heard;
“Mörder! Mörder! Fangen Sie diese diebischen, Morden Nagetier!” (“Murderer! Murderer! Catch that thieving, murdering rodent!”)
Wilhelm ducked behind a crate next to one of the merchant vessels headed for the Caribbean. The sailor guarding the gangway had moved forward to see what the commotion was all about. Wilhelm would never be able to live in this city, now that he was a “Mörder”, his only chance would be to stow away on the merchant vessel to his left…
Twenty years later;
The Bane of Atlantis, the mere sight of her on the horizon strikes fear into the toughest of sailor’s hearts. Captained by the great Wilhelm Mörder, and crewed by the meanest pirate crew to sail the seven seas. No ship has survived an attack by The Bane of Atlantis; her crew is deadly accurate with her cannons, which can be directly attributed to the fact that they train weekly, shooting at drifting barrels.
Two months in the making here is my newest MOC with a width of 82x68 studs and a height of 50 1/3 bricks.
There are 100 4x8 blue plates in the water and approximately 8,500 trans clear 1x1 round studs. The rigging sails are all custom cut paper and string, the rigging effectively holds up both masts.
The captains cabin is fully furnished with a bed, chest of drawers, working lantern, and a table for navigation. The lower deck is detailed as well; it has six custom cannons, a pen with two chickens in it, a galley, and a cargo hold under the floor that is accessible through a trap door.
Because of the large size of the MOC, it was very difficult to light and photograph, C@C is welcome.
Great job on the ship design and the foliage! The lights are a very nice touch. I think the lower deck could be maybe be a one brick shorter, to keep the ship from getting too tall, but overall, excellent job. Also, the exploding barrel is a great effect.