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Ultra Big Mega Super Sean
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 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 5:46 pm
"Why it'd be me dearest honor..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 9:38 am
ijoans As Destiny sat in the galley, preparing menus, she saw a sailor come around the corner and spy the apple barrel. " Hey you!" She called out. " Stay outta the apples. Those are for desert!" Destiny got up from the table, and went over to see if she could get the pirate something else to eat.
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 1:22 pm
*Half sufficating in a pile of papers, Kurisutofa wakes up to find his candles burnt out. Relighting them, he removes himself from the desk and goes to his wardrobe to dress himself.*
"... Formal as always or casual? I don't feel up to being overheated, I'll go casual for once. Maybe, it's better now that all this infernal heat is coming down upon us. I'll be sprite happy when we get into Bombay and I'll be able to see to a nice clean bathe. Damned bloody bugs, flying about as if they own my cabin."
*Swatting at the flys, he finishes dressing and looks in the mirror.*
"I need a shave..."
*As he puts on his hat, he makes a mental note to clean up his filth and then he leaves the room with a hard slam of the door. On deck, the sun is blasting it's eternal beams down upon the Lady's decks. It seemed to be bleaching the rails. Therefore...*
"Mr. KILLICK! See that the rails are sanded and repainted. We don't want splinters to be the cause of our demise. And see that a laquer is applied to them too. Infact, lets have the holystones (soap) unstowed and give the deck a good scrubdown. Infact, let's get a team of sweepers on deck. I want this ship looking pristeine when she comes into port. Come to think of it, I believe a little gunnery training is in order. Ms. Ares, if you'd be so kind as to man the gun deck. Mr. Killick, fetch your drum; Mr. Kubain, pipe the call.... WE SHALL BEAT TO QUARTERS."
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 1:56 pm
Destiny moved closer to the sailor " I said, can I help you? I"m Destiny, the ship's cook, recently added to the crew. Can I get you a snack?"
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Ultra Big Mega Super Sean
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 5:03 pm
"AYE AYE SIR!" He hobbled quick and fetched the drum.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 5:19 pm
Captain Kurisutofa *Half sufficating in a pile of papers, Kurisutofa wakes up to find his candles burnt out. Relighting them, he removes himself from the desk and goes to his wardrobe to dress himself.* "... Formal as always or casual? I don't feel up to being overheated, I'll go casual for once. Maybe, it's better now that all this infernal heat is coming down upon us. I'll be sprite happy when we get into Bombay and I'll be able to see to a nice clean bathe. Damned bloody bugs, flying about as if they own my cabin."*Swatting at the flys, he finishes dressing and looks in the mirror.* "I need a shave..."*As he puts on his hat, he makes a mental note to clean up his filth and then he leaves the room with a hard slam of the door. On deck, the sun is blasting it's eternal beams down upon the Lady's decks. It seemed to be bleaching the rails. Therefore...* "Mr. KILLICK! See that the rails are sanded and repainted. We don't want splinters to be the cause of our demise. And see that a laquer is applied to them too. Infact, lets have the holystones (soap) unstowed and give the deck a good scrubdown. Infact, let's get a team of sweepers on deck. I want this ship looking pristeine when she comes into port. Come to think of it, I believe a little gunnery training is in order. Ms. Ares, if you'd be so kind as to man the gun deck. Mr. Killick, fetch your drum; Mr. Kubain, pipe the call.... WE SHALL BEAT TO QUARTERS."Aye, sir.... *comes out of her hiding and mans the gun deck, waiting for anyone else in particular that feels like being on gun crew today.*
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 7:31 pm
ijoans Destiny moved closer to the sailor " I said, can I help you? I"m Destiny, the ship's cook, recently added to the crew. Can I get you a snack?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 8:34 pm
Sparrow flinched slightly when she heard a door slam closed, she looked up briefly to see the Capn'. She raised a brow slightly, then realizing he was giving out orders, quickl, but quietly got up and scuttled along the railling, hoping not to be noticed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 11:30 pm
*Hearing the captian's request, he reply almost instantly*
Aye, sir, I shall!
*Mr. Kubain goes to "pipe the call" ((god i love that phrase))*
ALL HANDS ON DECK! Clear the gun mains, load the guns and stow the extra!
Omi, Sparrow, Do your part!
*There are two men behind them, Kubain signals them, and they bring out Two large sized drums and drumsticks with a cloth-like material on the end. he looks to the captain*
Beat to quarters? Are we going to war, sir? If not, isn't the beat a little extreme for this?
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 10:50 am
*stows the extra guns nearby, and load the cannons*
I'm going to assume this is some sort of rehearsal for when we do need it?
*prepares to light the cannons and makes sure all of her guns are stashed somewhere within her bodice*
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 8:54 pm
Marian stands still on deck for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of being on a ship again. God, it had been too long! She digs in her satchel, removes an ornate gold crucifix and clasps it tightly, muttering a prayer. Satisfied, she replaces it and goes to look for something useful to do.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 10:51 pm
*leans up against the mast, reashes into his inside pocket, pulls out a cigar and lights it. after taking a couple puffs to make sure it's lit, he puts his hands in his coat pockets, bows his head, and begins clearing his head until given orders from the captain.*
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 10:37 pm
Ilor *leans up against the mast, reashes into his inside pocket, pulls out a cigar and lights it. after taking a couple puffs to make sure it's lit, he puts his hands in his coat pockets, bows his head, and begins clearing his head until given orders from the captain.* *takes Ilor's cigar* These are not good for you. No more. *puffs on it herself while walking away*
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 11:56 am
*grabs his pistol from his hip and checks it to make sure it's in proper working order and runs and mans a cannnon*
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 12:27 pm
*he smiles a bit and reaches back into his coat and grabs another and lights it, still leaning against the mast bowing his head with his eyes closed*
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