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 Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 7:57 pm
-Sparrow burst out in a fit of 'The Giggles'. she held onto her tummy and toppled onto her knees as soon as the Capn' sauntered away. Clearly he hadn't been there to hear the extent of the joke. It didn't matter, he'd figure it out soon enough.
She stopped giggling for the moment to look at Quasan as he kissed her hand. She blinked for a moment, oblivious, then she sprang upward and leaned far over the railing as he said he might have caught a fish.-
"Oooooo! Pull it up! pull it up!" -She was almost squeling [sp?]-
"Oh, and its a pleasure to meet you, Sir Quasan."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:46 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 9:10 pm
((I thought u were gonna make a dressed mule and post on it >< ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 12:53 am
((Yeah, thas what I thought too... stare ))
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 10:34 am
Destiny was still waiting for the Captain's reply when a strangely dressed woman emmerged from the hatchway, waving a fan, and in clothes not suited to traiping around the rolling deck of the Lady Washington.
Destiny reached over and tugged gently at the Captain's sleeve, trying to get an answer as to what to do about the food pilfering.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 2:19 pm
[[ >< well sorry, I geuss we have differnt ideas and such... e.e; Eventually I will get a mule...eventually. Sparrow is very, vey lazy. x.o; ]]
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 6:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 7:17 pm
[[ Thanks Capn', you're a doll. <3 ..But theres only one problem..I can't log her in, and I don't exactly know how to use Yahoo. -scowls and shakes fist at Yahoo- ]]
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 8:41 pm
*cubby, after finding himself under the galley table with food around him and his kilt a bit higher off high thighs than usual go's on eating what was left before the strange sleep like state he had been in... then woke up alowing the kilt to fix itself*
My my, how did i do that?, oh well
*cubby then starts for the main deck for a bit of a walk and a talk and upon reaching the door and opening it feels a rather pleasant gust of air, thus flashing the ENTIRE crew preasant*
hahahahaha (small blush) sorry everyone! though it was rather nice.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 6:09 pm
-Sparrow was still waiting for Quasan to pull up whatever it was he claimed to be pulling at his fishing rod. She started to tire of waiting and set her feet back on deck. She turned, and her voice leaving her, stared agape for a brief moment, before slowly turning back around and covering her eyes. She no longer wanted to fish, and she was sure Quasan would understand. And whith that, she covered her eyes and quickly made her way back up to the nest, muttering.-
"And now I know why I never come down..."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 7:07 pm
*Not wanting to tell Destiny exactly who had pilaged her pantry, he turned around at the exact right moment to find something to distract from the conversation. There was Mr. Cubby, kilt flying bold & honourabley in the wind. Placing a hand on his forehead and sliding it down over his eyes, he shakes his head is in disbelief. Removing the shield from the image before him, he placed his hand in his pocket and walked over to Cubby, who's kilt had decided to dance playfully around his torso. Slinging an arm around the exposed victims shoulder, he looks around to the crew and speaks up.* "The bid will start at 20g! *Looks around for bidders* "Come now, step on up and bid on Mr. Cubby! Coming fully equipped, he's a man of all trades and is willing to do anything for his fellow crewmen! Being the shy and quiet type, he'll be perfect for the certain someone that is self-absorbed, talkitive and ego-centric. He does chores, reeefing of sails and is great with a sword. He even does windows!" So, do I hear 20g?
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 7:38 pm
Hearing the commotion above, Reginald came on deck to see the Captain auctioning off a crew member. This lad was wearing his kilt regimental style, bold considering the chill winds. He shook his head and started back down below.
"This is going to be an interesting journey, indeed."
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 9:27 pm
{[OOC: Timestreamer's Account has been hacked, please ignore any suspicious behavior on the part of Irok665. ~:Captain J. K.
Please Ignore Irok665 everybody. I am Timestreamer, and my account has been hacked. I have notified the mods. Please forgive whatever immaturity this Irok665 does.]}
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 9:45 pm
-Sparrow heard the Capn' wailing omething about 20g. Glancing down from her safe little spot, she raised an eyebrow, curious. It didn't take long until Sparrow understood what was going on. A sinister grin came to her lips. She was self-absorbed and liked to talk a hella lot. She didn't care if the capn' were joking or not, she went along with it.-
"20! Up here, Capn'! I could allways sell him off to some man as a whore."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 1:36 am
*Spotting Sparrow*
"I've got 20g from the Masthead! Do I hear 30?"
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