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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 23, 2007 8:56:34 GMT
"I will, and I can make you a ... ... doggy after this one.. not flowers, that's for girls" He nods
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Post by Jacky on Jun 23, 2007 16:26:42 GMT
"I don't like dogs.. make it a ship. Or.. rum." I smirk.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 23, 2007 16:32:37 GMT
Marcos chuckles when he hears the word rum "You still have to give me rum!"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 23, 2007 16:49:53 GMT
"Aye. Maybe t'night, eh mate? Come join us for another cardgame?"
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 23, 2007 17:01:32 GMT
"If mom let's me.."
When I'm done making some diner, or whatever looks like it with these ingredients I walk towards Jack's cabin, knowing that I heard Marcos voice overthere "Sweety? Were goin to eat"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 23, 2007 17:26:15 GMT
"Maybe ye should keep it a secret" I suggest with a conspiricy like wink. "Now go have dinner, yer mum's waitin'."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 23, 2007 17:35:13 GMT
He nods and gets up, right before he leaves though He gives Jack a quick jumping hug , then he runs off and goes to the galley..
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Post by Jacky on Jun 23, 2007 18:00:58 GMT
I watch him bounce off.. quite satisfied with this afternoon. The fight with Enola doesn't seemed to have influenced Marcos to hate me. Quite on the contrary. Within time, Enola'll want to kill herself for ever standing in me way.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 23, 2007 18:15:13 GMT
~Later that night~ I'm ondecks, together with Marcos, playing cards, the kiddy way  |
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Post by Jacky on Jun 23, 2007 18:19:53 GMT
I saunter over to them, a bottle of rum in me hand which is half-empty by now. "G'evenin' mate." I greet Marcos. "Enola." I add in a way to greet her too (less friendly).
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