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 Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2005 7:43 pm
[[ OOC: Agreed! I mean, Quebec has many good points, though I hate the snow, and the french! Though the parties...the parties are great! and the raves!...<_< >_>]]
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2005 9:44 pm
Tis a good night to get drunk, Yarr!!
*rumages Kubain's bag of rum and grabs about five and a half bottles*
hahaha, yarr!!
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2005 11:36 pm
Yare looked at the man with the rum. "Uhh...I'll just have some tea sir." Yare begins to sip some tea.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 12:06 pm
He drinks "Green Tea" whenever he's bored ... *takes a bottle* are you sure you dont want some Oo ?
(( I agree, the Parties/Clubs are great ... The french people piss me off !.... ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 4:34 pm
Sparrow spots John, and with rum! Grinning, she runs over, lunging forth at him. "John, mit I have a bottle?"
[[Aye, that they are. I especially love the warehouse raves downtown]]
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 5:08 pm
*shakes her head*
We can't move this thing we call a ship with a bottle in each hand, lads and lasses. I suggest we hold one bottle in one hand and continue to do work with the other. This is no rest stop. The Captain wants to move, so we move....
*fires another test shot that fails once more*
Bloody, god-forsaken, bullocks!
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 10:38 pm
The rays of an ever-luminated moon caused the bottle of rum in his hand to shimmer. It seemed all work for the day had been complete and there was nothing left to do but sleep, or in his case stand at the ships siderails and share a pint of firewater with himself. Everything was silent, except for the splashing of waves on the Lady's hull and all worth thinking about were the dreams of comandeering riches and perhaps more rum. He'd run out long ago, mostly getting his fix from Kubain's seemingly endless stash. The stuff was bland, but Nameless One couldn't complain... Anything to drown out his sober daydreams...
In fact, his intoxicated thoughts narrowed themselves down to, GAH this *hic* damned cloak be bloody itchy.
Suddenly, Ares' voice broke the silence and caught his attention.
Aye, ye got a point lass. *hic* I be tempted to upturn ev'ry hammock in the hold and get the bunch o' squiffies back to swabbin'... Though *hic* a tired crew ain't be good fer us if we be ambushed...
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 10:59 pm
*he looks around, to find the crew finding their fix his rum*
One: WHERE'S MY RUM!? Two: WHY ARE YOU DRINKING IT!!?? Three: HOW DARE YOU CALL MY RUM BLAND, you insult the original makers of rum by calling that bland...have you no idea how old that rum is??!!
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 6:58 am
Well ... One: We all stole your rum , Two: Find i better hiding spot other than a bag! , Three: It dosent really matter how old it is , well to me at least as long as it tastes good its okay!
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 2:51 pm
*he looks at jessie*
it does taste good...right? sad
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 3:12 pm
"Would I be drinking it if it wasn't so i guess it's okay" *takes another bottle*
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 3:19 pm
*squeling with delight*
yay!
wait...hey! thats my....rum....oh shoot... crying
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 3:33 pm
"It doesn't *hic* how good the drink tastes, as long as it gets me smashed before noon..." Sparrow trials off in thought, then arks a brow at Ares and Nameless, and all their talk of 'work', something she hasn't done in a while. Crawling over to Nameless and Ares, she does her best to stand tall and speak clearly. "Reporting to dutty, Sir!....and err..m'am? *hic*" Sparrow gets a confussed look on her face she she sways before toppling over and falling asleep.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 4:19 pm
Suddenly interrupted by both Kubain and Sparrow, all he could do was shake his head at the absurdity of the crew this day.
Avast, Kubain, we simply comandeered some of yer rum because we got none. We 'aven't been ashore fer awhile... And yer rum don't even compare to the rum brewed by the British Royal Navy. Now THAT be a strong clap o' thunder fer ye...
Taken by Sparrow's drunkeness, he shoves a mop into her hand.
Well... as long as yer awake, you get to swab the decks HAR HAR HAR
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 4:37 pm
Cracking an eyelide open at him, she groans as she pulls herself onto her knees, then looks around for a mop. "Curse hic* you....being all powerfull..and..." Tripping over a pile of rope, Sparrow flace-plants onto the deck. "..."
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