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Post by maddt4ll on Jul 14, 2008 4:00:02 GMT
Gina sat on the docks of her small town with her feet dangling, toes barley touching the icy cold water. She tucked her stolen gun into her shirt and her pocket knife in her pocket. She looked behind her, soon the police would come and take her for interigation once they found her Uncles lifeless body lieing face down on the dinning room floor. She though of her cruel uncle. She had been forced to live with him since her parents died. Now that he was dead she had no family left...and she was glad. She played with the tips of her hair and looked out into the sea. Port Royal was a 15 mile swim from here...she might as well try and die exscaping...
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Post by maddt4ll on Jul 14, 2008 4:06:30 GMT
Well here she was... 16 and out of luck. She had not food no clothes (except for the ones she was wearing), no identification and yet she felt exctatic at the feeling of being able start over and forget her insane and terrible past. She was certain that she would become a pirate...her lifes dream.
"A name.." she whishpered in her velvet voice
She looked down at her hair, she brushed the blue and blacked striped section of hair that she adored. What was that the kids in town called it?
"Coontails" she smirked. Her new identity...Coontails
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Post by maddt4ll on Jul 14, 2008 4:19:34 GMT
Coontails turned her head around when she herd sirens. The police hadn't seen her yet. She jumped off the dock but grabbed the edge so not to make a splash. She lowered herself in. She then started swiming at a reasonable pace.
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About 2 miles into the swim coontails spotted a small fishing boat, holding only 2 people. She swam towards the ship grabbed ahold of the side as she got out her gun and pointed it over the side. She fired the first shot at the man closest to her. He died instantly. He landed on the edge of the boat so she pulled him over into the sea. As the second man ran to the side she shot him as well and deposed of his body over the side. She jumped up on board brought all the fish in. She put them all (whitch was about 15) in a cooler she found on board. She then decided to go to Tortuga instead of Port Royal...to risky with the police looking for her. She then started playing with the boats gears and gizmos, she had been on a ship once...this would be tough
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