Blacer and Xavier The Hunt for Immortality

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Blacer and Xavier The Hunt for Immortality 
Blacer and Xavier: The Hunt for Immortality is a story about a man named Xavier Blackrose that has agreed to help his friend, Blacer Kenward: the last pirate captain, on a mission to find the Immortal Spirit and live as a legend as the last immortal pirate captain. 
2016-07-24 01:13:15 GMT
2016-10-01 01:00:00 (GMT -05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada) 
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The Voice Actor should be located in:
Student or Non-for-profit student project
English - British OR English - USA and Canada OR English - South African OR English - Caribbean OR English - Scotland
Young Adult Female OR Young Adult Male OR Middle Age Male OR Senior Male
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• Audio files must be delivered via FTP/Dropbox/Google Drive/cloud
There are no special pre-, post-, or production requirements for this project.
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The voice seeker is willing to hire either union or non-union talents for this project
Any accent that would be found on a pirate ship: English, african, chinese, french, ect. Any accent will do.

Script Details

Act One:

MARSCHAK: (screaming orders at a group of tents) We’ve got to go, NOW! Get up and start running!

Marschak went from tent to tent, waking everyone from their midday slumber on the jungle floor.

Marschak: (talking softly as if trying not to be heard) Skubas, Valentis; gather your things, we’re leaving. It’s time.

Valentis struggled under his blanket, untangling himself from the comfy sheets.

VALENTIS: (confused and rushed) Wait, what about the rest of the crew?

Marschak: (talking softly as if trying not to be heard) No time to explain, Valentis. Skubas, see what you can do about the other men.

SKUBAS: (Not wanting to do his job. Throwing an attitude) *grumbles* Define, ‘do’.

Marschak paused for a moment and brought Skubas in close. He could hear the evil grin in her voice.

Marschak: (talking softly as if trying not to be heard) They stay, we go. They die, we live. Use that silver tongue of yours and convince them to fight the natives.”

She walked over to Valentis and whispered in his ears.

Marschak: (whispering) Round up their shots. This crew is likely to fight back.

They both nodded and went into action. Skubas ran back to the other men to help deconstruct their tents.

Sounds of the natives starts getting louder and louder in the background

Skubas: (barking orders) Alright, men. Listen up! The first mate and Valentis are heading back to The Gyvento to bring us back weapons to fight off the natives. We need you all to stay here and defend this point the best you can while they’re gone. We can’t lose the immortal spirit.

CHUEGO: (worried, suspicious) Wait, Skubas, what are you going to do once you’re at the ship?

Skubas: (confident) Don’t worry about me, Chuego. You just focus on fending off the natives.

Chuego gave Skubas a worried look. Skubas stuck out his hand. Chuego took hold and shook.

Skubas: (confident) You guys will be fine. I’ll be back in a jiffy. I’m leaving you in charge.

Chuego: (suspicious) Under whose authority? You can’t just appoint me as leader like that.

An explosion sounds in the distance.

Skubas: (still confident, but frantic. Trying to hurry things up) Doesn’t matter anymore. Take my gun. Use it well. You’re first mate now.

Skubas thrusted his gun into Chuego’s chest. Chuego’s face went from scared to confused.

Chuego: (suspicious, coming on to Skubas’s plan) Whoa slow down, no I’m not.

Chuego pushed the gun away.

Cheugo: Skubas, what is going on? Why am I the first mate now? Marschak is the first mate.

Gun fire rang behind Skubas. He ducked and covered his head, protecting himself from the munitions going off behind him. Not a second later and the firing ceased. Skubas looked up to see a bloody, hole filled Chuego swaying back and forth in front of him.

Marschak: (victorious, confident) No.

Marschak pulled a captains hat from her over coat, shook it out and put it on her head.

Marschak: (victorious, confident) Skubas is the new first mate. And I’m the new captain.

The other men gazed upon Chuego in fear as he slumped over into a bloody pile on the jungle floor.

Marschak: (yelling) The rest of you have a decision to make!

Marschak yelled over the rapidly approaching natives.

Marschak: (yelling): Run, fight the natives and die, or run back to the ship, fight me and die. Make your choice!

The remaining crew grew restless and vengeful, un-holstering their guns and aiming them directly at Marschak, Skubas and Valentis.
CREW MEMBER 1: (angry) You’re planning a mutiny! Captain Kenward will have your head!

Marschak reloaded her large blunderbuss, stuffing gun powder and two iron balls into its barrel.

Marschak: (laughing, mocking) I’m glad you caught on! Good to know at least some of you aren’t half witted.

Marschak finished stuffing her weapon and aimed it at the group of men in front of her.

Marschak: (confident, cocky) Anyone care to take the first shot?

There was a long pause after she spoke, unveiling the loud chants and hollers of the natives on the island.

Insert hoops and hollerings of approaching natives

CREW MEMBER 2: (angry) She’s a traitor! You all know the rule the Captain put in place for a traitor!

Their guns let out a series of loud clicks and knocks signaling that they had no ammunition. Marschak looked from person to person, evil grin now growing larger and larger on her face.

Marschak: (praising) Nice job, Valentis. You’re as quick as ever.

Valentis darted through the group of men and place himself beside Marschak.

Valentis: (cocky, confident) Thanks, cap. Glad you had faith in me.

The crew checked their guns and pockets. They had no bullets, no grenades; nothing.

CREW MEMBER 1: (angry) Th' 14-year-ole brat pilfered our gear?!

Valentis let out a light-hearted chuckle.

Valentis: (cocking, confident) That’s Mr. 14-year-old brat, to you!

Marschak gave Valentis a look of approval.

Marschak: You stole their bullets and extra gear too? Excellent job!

Valentis let out a half smile.

Valentis: (cocky, confident) I gambled they’d be too focused on you to realize I was doing. Looks like I was right, once again.

Marschak: (lecturing, ordering) Keep that ego in check, Valentis. You could’ve easily failed where you succeeded.

Valenits rolled his eyes.

Valentis: (annoyed) Ugh, seriously? You’re going to lecture me about that again? We don’t really have the time.

He pointed behind the crew.

Valentis: The natives are already here.

Spears arched through the air, flying towards the crew.

Crew member 2: (yell) Scatter!

Marschak: (barking orders, yelling) Skubas, Valenits, run. NOW!”

Everyone was running back to the ship through the juggle floor. It was a straight shot to the open water. Marschak holstered her gun and pulled out her twin cutlasses. Some of the crew were faster than her, but she knew how to use a weapon on the run. Two men occupied close on her sides, giving her no room to serpentine. Instead with blinding speed she spread her arms like wings, blades pointed behind her and thrusted them backwards, impaling both men through the stomach. She jumped, pulling her swords through the two men, slicing their bodies from the bottom up like saw blades to a log. They fumbled to the ground, two bloody pieces to each body. Marschak spun around and skidded to a halt and sheathed her cutlasses replacing them with a rather large and highly engraved blunderbuss.

Marschak: (mal intent) How about a little boom?

Valentis let out a chuckle.

Valentis: Bip, Bop and Boop would love to be here right now.

The crew finally caught back with Marschak, Valentis and Skubas. Marschak braced herself and fired her large blunderbuss, sending a miniature sized cannon ball shrouded in a magnetic cloud of metal lined glass. The meticulous round of ammunition pulverized the pursuing assembly of men, turning them into piles of shattered bone and guts.

Valentis: (shout) Damn, Marschak! That gun is sick!
Marschak kissed the smoking barrel.

Marschak: The Bumas brothers built her for me. Isn’t she a dream?

Skubas: (annoyed, trying to hurry things up) Yeah, yeah. The gun is nice and pretty but we’ve got more pressing matters to attend to. Like the hoard of island natives on our tail.

They all looked back. Wave after wave of ravenous persons was getting close. Marschak hefted her gun and took a second shot. The iron ball spit out and pulverized the front of the assault wave creating sprays of blood covering the jungle floor. The ball continued its forward momentum, taking out every native tailing their path. The jungle floor was now a lake of blood.

Marschak: Come on, we have no time to waste!

Marschak started a quick sprint back to the Gyvento.

Marschak: (ordering) Get those acting faces going. Remember, you’re afraid and scared for your life. If Blacer so much as sniffs wind of our plan, we’re finished. Understand?

Valentis and Skubas both sounded off in approval. The three made it to the ship, out of breath and soaked in sea water and blood. Marschak ran to the captain’s quarters and forced the doors open.

Marschak: (out of breath, in a panic) Captain Kenward, the natives got the rest of the crew and they’re coming for us! We managed to fend of the first wave but there’s no telling how many more will come! We need to leave, now!

Captain Kenward shot up from his table, grabbed his weapons and gear and headed out onto the deck of the ship.

BLACER KENWARD: (barking orders) Valentis, raise anchor! Skubas, get those sails down! Marschak, stimulate the wind elemental under the ship. We need a gust to get us out. Fast!

Valentis sprang into action and heaved the heavy anchor from the depths of the ocean. Skubas climbed up the netting of the ships sails and let loose a flurry of cloth and ropes to catch the wind. Marschak made her way down to the center of the ship through a ladder hole.

Marschak: Wakey, wakey, beastie.

Marschak pulled out a knife and plunged it into a wall of flesh that made one of the walls of the cramped underbelly of The Gyvento. Wind burst from the inflicted wound as an ear shredding screech came from the flesh. Marschak was thrown to her feet as the ship rapidly set sail to sea. 
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