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Post by boo radley on May 20, 2009 15:42:39 GMT
What'd you do if you heard your dear old da was a good-for-nothing pirate, when you've always despised of pirates, and you want nothing to do with pirates, and you'll be murdered for guilt by association? I hated the world of pirates. I hated them. But there's no way to avoid my fate. There you have it, ladies and gentlemen, a pirate, adult, too, now I think of it... and ready to burn down any naval ship that comes in my path just for what they done to me. It's a strange feeling. It's been years and I still feel as if it's not quite right. I'm happy to be a pirate and all, 'cos I'm all respected and the like, but it's not what I intended.
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AnnaxxBlack
Cannibal
Jack Sparrow's Proud Wench
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Post by AnnaxxBlack on May 21, 2009 1:32:17 GMT
I walked out onto the ship and closed my eyes for a moment because of the bright sun. I pulled the strap on my cutlass tighter and looped the belt. It was still early in the morning but the sun was shining bright. I walked to the side of the ship and stared over the edge into the water. The crew worked noisily behind me but I was able to drone them out. All I listened to was the crash of the waves against the ship.
I let out a sigh as a burst memories flooded my mind. I could see myself as a little girl, trying desperately to see over the railing. My father lifted me into his arms and held me close. I remembered the feeling of the wind against my face and the wide smile that spread because of it. I remembered my mother coming up behind us, my sister with her. She kissed my father's cheek. They looked so happy. How did all that change so quickly?
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Post by alldrenched on May 21, 2009 2:00:08 GMT
I pulled the ships wheel to the left, towards the rapidly growing island before me. I tied it in position and ran around with the my addle brained crew collapsing the sails. I take the wheel again and get her coasting slowly. I squint into the sun light that shines off of the sea, what have you in store for me? I asked the island in my head.
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Post by boo radley on May 21, 2009 14:53:53 GMT
(wait, alldrenched, which ship are you sailing? If it's the Pearl, Jack's already got the helm.)
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Post by alldrenched on May 21, 2009 19:16:11 GMT
(no no, her own galleon, the Maniot, I figured we would have them all meet? my charrie will get off of her ship and onto the Pearl because of the legends? And because she has gotten sick off her crew, which she choose to be dumb, though good sailors, and she wants to be part of a proper pirate ship)
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Post by boo radley on May 21, 2009 19:50:22 GMT
(ohh okay yeah I'll continue)
"Erm - AnaMaria," I called. She was a right devil but she was good with any ship. Almost as good as meself, I wouldn't wager. "What's the outlook?"
"Bleak, Jack," I'd heard her say.
"Eh," I said. I saw the clouds. Storms a-coming. "Right, full-sails."
"In this weather, Captain? We'd be committing suicide!"
"Not if we outrun the damn storm. You there, Miss..." I pointed at the black-haired pirate what just walked on deck, looked at her arse for a moment, then right back up. "Whats-your-face, you ought to be working. Snap to! Hurry up, you know the works."
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Post by alldrenched on May 21, 2009 21:01:28 GMT
I watch as a storm grows on the sea to the left of me,it is rocks my ship with it's pounding, but I make berth easily enough. I drop anchor and join my crew, running about tying anything down that might move. I look up as the drops begin to fall, "The storm has grown too large for us to row to shore, we will have to stay with the Maniot through this!" I yell to the crew.
I grab a knife and start to climb the mast, cutting down all the ropes I don't have time to untie, if the sails catch any wind we will be battered worse. It's pouring now, I can hardly see, and the wind feels like it could lift me off the sails. I let go and slid to the ground landing with a thud. "Bloody hell!"
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Post by boo radley on May 21, 2009 21:14:43 GMT
"Captain," AnaMaria yells, "Captain, there's no way we can outrun her!" She would.
"What good is your sardonicism if you can't apply said fearlessness here?" I demand. "Do it. I don't want to have to give my ship to a freeloading, fucking boat repairman, because it's the Pearl. Now step to, or I'll make sure you remember this." I feel slightly bad inside but it's not my problem. It's either saving my money or saving my ship, or both, and I think I'd take both. Yeah. That's right.
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Post by alldrenched on May 21, 2009 23:06:18 GMT
I rub my back and stand again, with the aid of my first mate, the only one on this ship with sense, aside from me, Joey. Joey stands next to me at the helm, the sea is beating us and coming over the railings on all sides, he is helping shield my eyes from the salt water. A large wave comes and I hold my breath and feel a terrible snap, the anchor has broken off. Now we are loose in a sea of churning water, I gasp and hold the wheel, turning it perpetually starboard as the seas pull it port. " HOLD ON!" I scream at the top of my voice. I see another ship in the fog and mess of waves, and we are being pulled to it. I throw my whole body against the wheel turning it away, other crew are just staring at me. "HELP ME! If we hit that ship we will be sunk for sure!" I shriek to my foolish crew, they clamour around me and help me turn the wheel. I let them now lead by Joey do this and I run to the side of the ship, a wave sloshes onto the deck from one side and then the next, and one of them almost carries me away, but I cling to the railing.
I try to call out to the other ships crew, knowing they are in hearing distance now, warning them that we are here in case they cannot see. I run then dropping three smaller anchors, hoping that they steady us and that their ropes don't break.
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Post by boo radley on May 21, 2009 23:28:46 GMT
I shriek. It's another ship. It looks like it's called the Maniot. I release the helm and let the ship swerve around. We narrowly miss the Maniot by mere centimeters. "Oi! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" I scream out to what looks like the captain, a man standing next to a woman. "You, bloke, what're you doing?" The storm's coming closer. AnaMaria is scaring the shit out of me over where she is, grabbing hold onto the mooring line. I'm holding onto me cabin for my life's sake. "Jack!" "Ana, WAIT!" Finally, we're stopped moving. "You two." I point at the assumed Captain and the woman next to him.
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