Zapp and his Men (Wynn, Aiden Lloyd) arrives to the center of mayhem but instead...the party........goes for food?!
Hint of a mystery guest?!
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They arrived one way or another. The process to be explained through the sequence of those surrounding him however the goldenrod excellence arrived, leading ahead of the other two with swank in his step and a vibrant glow about him. Facial cream and moisturizer. Met with matte and primer and here he was as good as new! With his new pair of boots he'd take the first step and stretch his arms. Inhaling the gunpowder and mustic scent of the island air now that it was under siege and caught in a violent circle of other looters. He was smart about how they'd hide their ship off in a distant cove [leaving behind a 'secret trail' of broken mirrors to go back] but luckily enough he didn't have to climb aboard or be carried by either of his subordinates to walk of his own accord. After all, he only heard of a beauteous woman somewhere to be met on this island whose cooking was as close to mamas in any way. He was curious but also old Zapp was using his noggin. With so many people here, there was sure to be crossfires and treachery as all dirty natures liked to bleed out in moments of greed. So! Those poor bastards could be used to cook or work the kitchen!
"I could almost eat a horse!" The man would yawn and stretch. "Now remember men, we're here to acquire a cook. A mhwah!" Kissing his fingertips before flicking the air with some blessings. Continuing where he left off with every step making a woman or man in the world cry from feeling him move even further from their soul. Tragic. Anyways.
"Connoisseur of culinary! Your fine commander cannot command properly, at the expense of your lives and mine, if he cannot eat proper. So that's what we'll be doing, roping in--not just anybody, but somebody whose stars are high aligned to cook for greatness! Search high and low! We will not be leaving this island without a chef!"
And he'd march on forward until his sleeve got caught by some driftwood. "Ghhhyaaaaah!" A hint of an oddly erotic yet sanguine cur of voice--being let out from pain. Moisture settling in his eyes as he'd see the glove slightly ripped and a splinter piercing the side of his palm. "And we probably need a doctor! Quickly!" After all, he couldn't leave a scar in his beautiful self. Caking himself in makeup wouldn't do forever, QUICKY BEFORE HE SCARS!
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”Fout tonère!!!!! The sound of a metal spoon hitting the side of a old metal pot echoed through the kitchen with the smell of fresh crawfish boiling in water and struggle filling the air. Potatoes and corn were slowly added in the mix splashing as they hit the water, the juices mixing together to form it’s own unique taste. Outside Isora could hear the sounds of the savages who had come to raid her island. She wasn’t against someone making a living, but she didn’t enjoy her business being disturbed by pirates with similac still on their breath.
”Knock Knock” That’s interesting, due to the events they were occurring on the island she had decided to close so she wasn’t expecting anyone, but again ”Knock Knock” could be heard from the kitchen of the small shop. A soft sigh could only be formed as she took off her apron, lowering the heat on her pot and headed towards the door. Before she could arrive at the door ”Knock Knock” could be heard again. Whoever this was they were very impatient and annoying. Twisting the knob she noticed a familiar face and an important one at that. Ruffles were everywhere and the cocky, premature eyes of the prince glared at her. A normal person would think that the royal family would be trying to protect their home at this point, but not this one. She had never met such a spineless group of people in her life. However, she was a fan of the king simply because he had provided her with cooking supplies and her own shop. Often, she would visit the palace and provide him with not only meals, but also with a booty to grab on. If she was being honest with herself the prince was probably her son.
”What brings ya here today jit. I’s closed today so you gon and git now befos your father gits mad.” Her heavy accent shined as she spoke to this young boy. His eyes seemed to focus on her ta-ta’s, he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He wasn’t her type. Of course, she could take everything from this boy and get rich. However, she had pubes that were older than him so it was a waste of time. ”Who do you think you are talking to witch? You better be grateful to my family for even releasing you from your cell. Without us, you would probably be someone’s prison’s b***h. So shut your mouth you illiterate tramp. I require your assistance.” His footsteps were heavy as he walked over to Isora firmly placing his hand on her backside. Weak. His grip wasn’t even enough to slightly turn her on. Not surprising is what she thought. These people were so predictable, it was always the same no matter where she went. Men were boring. ”We own you. By that definition I can do what….”She had heard enough. This man was boring. There was no way he could handle her. Before he was able to finish his statement the force of her right hand pressed on both sides of his face which caused his mouth to open. ”Let’s git somethin’ straight boi. You ain’t man enough to handle me. I’m grateful to your father hence why he got to climb this chocolate mountain of greatness, but you. HA You. Boi I’m probably your mother. I have spices that are older than you. As your mother, I shall properly punish you.” You could tell that this boy was trying to let a scream, but he was unable. Her left hand caressed her chest as she reached into her bra pulling out a decent sized blade. Slowly, she started to slide the blade into his mouth. She wanted him to feel the blade come in contact with his tongue, his saliva dripped over it. Once it reached the back of his throat she stopped and begin to say a prayer, She didn’t wish hell on anyone even someone as scummy as this ochild. ”Papa nou ki nan sièl la, ké non ou va sanktifié. Rouayom ou vini. Ké volonté ou vi-n fèt sou la tè, minm jan li yé nan sièl la. Ba nou jodi-a pin mou bézouin chak jou.” After she finished her prayer, the knife was shove through the back of throat of the boy. The death wasn’t going to be immediate and for a while he would scream in agony before eventually falling prey to the grim reaper. ”Phew, now I got to clean and move.”
"Ghhhyaaaaah!" A unfamiliar scream could be heard from outside of her shop that was not that of the prince. She stepped over the body of the prince who was still freaking out on her floor. Her head peeked out of the door and there stood a group of people she had never seen before. They were probably one of those group of pirates who were wreaking havoc on this island. Her eyes scanned the body of the boy up and down. Body: 7. Hair: 9. Eyes: 9. d**k Print: 6 soft probably a grower. You have potential boi. That’s a nasty splinter you got there and it’s going to get infected this wood is old and filled with germs. Come inside and I’ll patch ya up. He was free to deny her if he pleased, but at this point the smell of her food had infected the air outside it even overshadowed the smell of fresh blood There wasn’t a person this planet who was able to deny her cooking. Maybe this man was able to give her the pleasure she desired.
Tch... A small, yet still clearly audible sound would leave the space between Lloyd's teeth and tongue. The sun had struck his onyx eyes from behind his eyelids as the destination of the ever so fanatical Zapp had been reached. Having been nagged into action, not once, but thrice, caused him to mellow out for a bit. Taking a nap as Zapp left the ship, Lloyd arose from his extended nap before looking for the tapped captain of the fishman and himself.
Having thrown on his school jacket he snagged his pipe rod from the corner before heading into town. While walking along the path that led to the streets did a strong sent of smoke fill his nose. A bright orange light seemed to encompass the town. Making his way out from the alleyway did he realize the rather large flames consuming buildings by the minute while pirates and bandits alike stole everything in sight. An old lady and a grown man would stab a young couple together before running off with the numerous criminals wreaking havoc along the area.
Well, it ain't my town that's for sure.
As Lloyd's exploration of the kingdom continued, to group of hoodlums had seemed to have encircled him. Each an older gentleman, sporting a dirty look with stained clothing and beer bellies that repulsed even the collegiate at their very sight.
"Aright their boy, you know the drill! Run your pockets and no one gets hurt now, ya here?"
In the distance, a loud, obnoxious, frilly cry emerged from the less burnt side of the town. As their attention was drawn toward the sound, Lloyd took the initiative and cracked one of the plunderers in the temple. He dropped suddenly before the others noticed, gearing up to run the pompadoured man just he went into action. Clashing with the young man taught the plunderers the abnormal amount of strength Lloyd possessed. After overpowering the living crap out of the drunken group, he sat over them, a pile of unconscious bodies groaning from the vicious beating that was served to them. Still, even after letting off some steam Lloyd figured that checking up on their girly captain was for the best. While it wasn't in his nature to baby a grown man, Zapp was a special case.
Maybe it was the environment in which he was raised that made him so frail. Or probably his lack of testosterone that made him seem so... feminine. There was no way to put a finger on it, but the captain just seemed so queer. It wasn't like he wasn't a ladies man, far from it actually. The dumbest broads from almost every facet of existence seemed to flock toward the pansy-man with due haste, as if missing the sight of him would spell an untimely end. It really was aggravating when they had the whole "pirate" thing going on at the same time.
Then there was this new cat Wynn. Literally came right out of thin air and he thinks himself first mate, who the heck did he think Lloyd was? Sure he wasn't a natural born navigator, sure his compass seemed cursed, having led them to a sea king's den four times before they landed in Torino. So what?!?! The more battle the better, right? What kind of pantyhose wearing ninny would pass up the chance to fight legends up close and personal?
With his mind redirected at the world before him did Lloyd see his sissy-captain and gill-breathing navigator chatting it up with a... a Zoe? Her way of tongue, the sent of blood around her hands, and those dragon feet strapped in her sandals.
Yup, straight Zoe...
While she wasn't hurt in the face, or anywhere but her feet for that matter, there was something about her that Lloyd couldn't put his finger on. Was it the more than supple flesh from her top half? The tiny amount of imagination left by her choice of clothing? It the fact she was built for a hentai doujin that Lloyd's writer hadn't seen before. Regardless, he wasn't about to let this agitation of lust get the best of his captain, he couldn't imagine Zapp turning from a pansy to a real man, it was too much to think about at once. Stepping between the two, Lloyd stood tall, domineering, intimidating, quite the look for someone worthy of the title first mate. And someday he'd have to prove it. But for now, he had to deal with this chocolate cow.
Flashback here:
Ling ago he was faced with a situation quite similar to this. Two members of the BloodSails had watched over Lloyd for the day before he found himself facing against a rather tall hurdle. His pipe-rod, the trusty tool used to smack up the foolish was taken from him by their navigator, Arhaus. Yet to play around with him, she let her rather bountiful chest do most of the detainment, with four out of its five and a half foot length hidden within her cavernous cleavage. He was told to grab it whenever he was ready. Yet a young, impressionable child like Lloyd could do no shuck thing. Cain, along with his second child, peered over his shoulder, all three somewhat bewildered by the sight before The oldest male cleared his throat as most adults do in such situations.
"Now look here Floyd! This beast here is what we call a holstaurus, related to a minotaur but more suited to provide milk to a heard.
A thunder cloud formed over the pale woman before Cain cleared his throat once more.
"Remember, not matter how frightening the monster, nothing is more terrifying than just standing there. When you look at her, she ain't s**t anyway..." Throwing the child in his arms straight at her, the BloodSails navigator looked on in dread as the child of their captain latched onto her bosom, mistaking her for a source of nourishment. The moment she caught the infant did Cain flank her, sliding the pipe-rod from her chesticals and ran off with a young Lloyd into town as she struggled not to be fed upon.
"Hold it right there, salopę! You think you can just walk in here all hoe-flexed and get whatever you feel like? Well let me tell ya something, this man here is easily gassed up. If you think by buttering his biscuits with sweet words you'll get something in return, well your probably right on the money. However, I am his voice of reason, his disciplinary action, his babysitter till he grows the hell up! So please, don't coerce him, he's got the mentality of a minor. That ain't cool."
The richness of the burgundy stalks of flesh, the meat of the curved claw and the root of his earthen lineage, would gleam underneath the cascading gleams of shriveled embers that would singe and scream its little pitiful wails before the oncoming billows of smoke would carry it away with a wish on a cloud. The sun kissed nostrils flared once with a slight inhale, the smothering essence of disarray would quickly be set aside while the scent of a sweet mixture would rise within the olfactories. The shelled navigator would start once before sighing through the grit of the pearled teeth, lined with a dye of daffodil on the backs that had seen one too many speckles of shaved ice and tasted the bitter, smooth bath of honeyed bourbon. Magnolia? Or was it something much more impacting, like rose or lilac? Hmm...a pickled sensation for the dramatic so perhaps it was the raw, rough existence of a dahlia-- and yet perhaps it was not. But nonetheless the top note of the floral variety would catch onto his hands like a sharpened hook speared through the dorsal flesh of a flipping carp, causing a spike of a vein to develop with time on the side of the auburn swept temple before a sneering grumble would surface from the crustacean pouncing with a swagger seldom seen.
"Awwughhh...gahhdammittt Zapp! Waht tha fawwk did ya covah tha wheel wit? I'm smellin' sumthin sweeht an' I's knows youse faackin put sumthin' on it." His voice lingering with a slight distaste and while there was a hint and aroma of a whine, his voice would be like the swells of a stringed instrument. The ebbs and flow of a vocal nature and yet the footwork would sway like that of a bouncing tuba. Sharp eyes catching those who would be dipping their clawed hands into the broken, shattered pieces of homes and estates. The familiar chuckles and the hollering of plunders would ring within his ears; a catch of his exhale would break his concentration as he would feel the beads around his neck be pulled in a runner's escapades. Quick would be the snarl that broke from his thin lips as he'd feel the pointed peaks of the claw snap in discomfort before they would pry open like a crooked dionaea and catch the flesh of the bulbous throat and slice clean through like it was nothing but the essential solidification of butter. The ivory and osteo beads skittering across the opened caspian flaps before they would rest like a feline, curled up against the protrusion of his collarbone as he would give the cut barbarian a rough smack of the head. Leaving the latter with a dent on the crown of the skull, smirking as the jewels between the fingers would gleam and shine to spill out in wobbling rivers onto the pavement. With the extension of his other legs, he would swiftly press them firmly down on top of each ogled piece of mineral and press them with defiance to wedge them in between the cracks of stones so each faceless visitor of destruction would spend their blood and dermis trying to free them.
A thin, blanched lipped smirk would be awarded as he would sway with the extensions before they would slowly begin to merge back into the pockets on his skin, a slight shiver rolling through the dip of his back before he would regain his focus to watch the mayhem be carried out. A flicker of his eyes glancing at the seductive dances the flames would circle to catch those passing with a sense of thrill, a measure of wildness that came hand in hand with the token of piracy. But, in following the man who had a flair of dramatics and love of budding arousal to blossom for fools that would be stopped by such a show, he would keep marching on with the intentions set out by the carnal and optimistic new blood he would sign himself to-- not of the words of a yonko that he'd never met face to face. A bemused expression would fall across the sun littered face, the petite freckles wrinkling as he'd crinkle his nose from the burning smell of decay and sewage. Passing a stall, he nabbed a piece of hay to chew on softly while offering one to the hotheaded ricochet that seemed to have been put on calmer waters to cool. Ess this wha' pirusy is abou'? Raidin' an' lootin'? Why's we gotta all ban tahgetha if it'd take a handful uh men ta git dis job dun? A soft blink would confirm his quiet thoughts, thoughts that would do no good to be vocalized since they would be ignored in the end. How he wouldn't be too inclined to follow a man who gave an order and how there would be thousands of others doing the exact same thing. How no thought and feeling would be original anymore, so spare the pride and open defiance and just keep to the sea baring pace of the rolling waves.
But at that last thought, as ruckus and maroon dribbled pistols firing in the background, he would perk and snicker before looking slowly at the captain that would be gallivanting through town, shaking his head with the quickness as the familiar holler would rest deep within the shell of the caramel ears. I's be talkin' big 'bout not follahing ah man whos' be spoutin' all thus nonsens' and yet look at whure I's is. Wit tha loudmouth of tha sea. His hands would be quick in securing the elegantly dressed jabberer's forearms before he would raise the flesh that had been impaled by a lonesome splinter. A curl of the mouth as he'd suck his teeth real quick like as he'd bend the hand back and hush his laughter. "Look Zahp, it be smilin' at chu~ Say hai~" A wiggle given to the opposite hand before it would be dropped as a nearby door would be opened, the marksman's sight sharpened and snapped like that of a wild viper and took in the image of the voice that eased out of the threshold. The deep seeded chartreuse eyes would soften slightly at the rich, warmed mocha skin that was exposed on the person and then they would catch the sight of the hanging breasts that overwhelmed the anatomy of the chest slightly and yet it would make it softer somehow. And that would be the last time he would ever lay eyes on those bouncing things. In his eyes, he would shrug at the pleasure of seeing others would enjoy watching and holding sacks of bulbous fat since it would be like watching sand run through the little tube of an hourglass. The dusken gaze quickly settled on the lively eyes that would adorn the woman's facial build and he'd hold back a snicker at the measurements, glancing quickly at Aiden before pushing the back of the "infected" captain towards the door. "Go on, git in therr. She bein' nice ta ya, don' disgrace her offah."
𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝑦 𝔪𝑦 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔣𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔦𝔫. | The pouty powdery pirate prince would look on with worried wet eyes whilst clutching the now profaned hand. Damn the pain and all of it's simplest thorn! What irony was this?! It was seldom that he would run into anything this bad [to his general awareness] but then his starstruck expression was caught with tender and smoothed into a look of self assurance. Of course, Zapp, even the world had it's shade of jealousy. Surely this was but a pluckish test. Well no matter! Oh, wait, actually. He'd pull out yet another mirror from his pocket to give himself a good looksie. It was always nice for Zapp to be empowered by Zapp, this being the fourth time he'd check. "pswh-tshwuch--hmm--eee~" Light kissy smucks made as he'd inspect his dental and smile and the mirror would toss over his shoulder, nearly landing smack over Linbert [Lloyd], his brutish Second Quartermaster he had yet to remember the name of. After the swelling had lowered [significantly concealed by foundation and primer] he gave a swell lick of his cheeks and looked forward.
It was a miracle the three of them arrived after first boarding The Peeking Prude. There appeared to have been some struggle among them on navigation. He wouldn't have known, considering how he had taken a long nap for most of the trip but when they had gotten off he was sure his ship didn't have long dragging teeth marks across his starboard with splashes of dead scales. Now how could that be? (Unaware that at Lloyd's first attempt, they went off on an unknown excursion.) He noted the mild nagging go unheard as the man of many talents--Zapp! was deep in thought shortly before cutting both of them off before reaching land of his plans on what to do after they've filled their bellies. "It saddens me, but the world...simply deserves better. And I believe we can make a change. In order to do that, we must become the order of the world." Yes, these dreams were so large and impressive, he eventually held both their hands and patted them with strong confirmation. A hmph and a nod to his own idea and he'd look at them both in the eyes before saying quite frankly. "The plan for world domination is...steep. So to take the burden off your hands, I will take the heavy mantle of autocracy. Weehn, you look like the type to enjoy his peace so don't worry. And you, Abiyoyo (Aiden), you just scare people with the way you look. Let Zapp take off the burden of many women and children crying at the sight of you to save you from a lonely future." Winking at Aiden, especially at Aiden, and at Wynn....but Aiden received two winks because he deserved it. And so it was decided...on his own of their goals for the future. So vague and yet so open with rich possibilities. "So collect as much wealth as you can, Men! The journey ahead will be unforgiving but to that I say--bring it on! Ghhr~" A definitely unneeded purr at the end but as always--he ended things sexy and stylish. Giving the two the order to not even think about coming back on board with nothing in their pockets.
And back to now...he was holding the dainty nude hand, shifty and hungry. Weariness already threatening his form as he had accidentally stepped onto a loaded pistol. Shooting somebody so square in the brain and that person happened to be a fellow looter dropping some precious bags of pricey loot. Stumbling on it for a moment he'd quietly whimper before kicking it off to the side, letting the precious pearls and raw heavy gems spill into the sewage drain off the curve in slow tantalizing slinks. "Honestly, what horrid manners! Abel! Don't dally too far behind, I'm worried your hair will get mistaken for a signpost--Ohh?"
His hand was seized by none other than his first mate. Waves of rosy sanguine and mixed floral and seductive cologne mixed together with the air of gunsaw and arson's violence but it made for a wonderful atmosphere. Especially between that of Captain and his supposed right hand. A normal man of his shoes would initially think to pull away with a variety of reasons but Zapp could see it in the eyes of the other fishman--that it was his instinct to care for his leading Commander. His eyes watered a little. "Aww, Weehn.." He remembered seeing the same eyes in Kipf before, though Kipf in actually cried from the many hours of sleep he lost from being driven as a slave for most of his ridiculous requests--yet Zapp only ever saw it as man's sensitivity of adoration and affection. He didn't think Wynn was the coddling type but he sure as hell didn't think he'd laugh.
A wimpy "Ehnh!" and he'd pull his hand back after Crabclaw let him go and he'd twist his brows at him in a matter of fact state of way. Pointing at him all accusatory like he would have endangered them all with his wisecracks. "Goddamnit Weehn! This is no laughing matter! Now, if I diah from this as I currently am, beautiful and hungreh, who will lead you both to a greater future?! After all, it would be just plain cruel for the world to just take a man such as myself after you both had just met me!" Taking a step back with a face that looks as though he saw wars would twist and bleed with defiance and pain at the thought of it, he could almost cry imagining how lost they would be without his brilliant presence. How lonely they'd be... "Ohh gawd, Oh lord hah' mercy, I can't leave you two to fend for yourselves in this broken waaarld--oh--! No, no, I can't do that. Nope, no sirree, so I need to take the first step now. And that would be--" Midway into raising his hand was it again taken into the hands of another.
Older, by the way she spoke and carried herself, the way her eyes twinkled as he looked halfway in the spin. Nubian, by the color of her skin and the rich cocoa color of exotic beyond. And overripe by the sight of tassels concealing the woman of all bedlam bibles in stories tell about, to tempt all men. His neck concealed a small gulp as he would only look at her in the eyes and not the two overly rambunctious twins living on the set of her ribs as he'd be led along. There was something about this lady though beautiful--put him into thinking that she might be---Ooooh something smelled so fine! And he was coerced by Wynn to take her hospitality---only in about a few moments would be halted by Anakin (Aiden).
He'd hear him and he decided that while flattered he had just put his entire being into fluffing up Zapp, the rest of what his Second Quarter Master was saying was not flattering enough! "Now wait just a minute, Aesop (Aiden)! Zapp can answer for Zapp! And that's no way to speak to a lovely lady." And he'd gently steer his rather apeish looking bodyguard aside and gently hold her hand to kiss it. "Ma'am.~" Was it his imagination or did her scent somewhat give off a fresh stench of blood or was it just the whole air about Torino Kingdom? Anyway,he hadn't forgotten she had said some very acceptable things about him, the last part about d**k Printing his brain had no idea on but assumed was a special word for...men of a certain Caste. Which excited him and yet also put him on his toes with this stronk looking woman. "He means well but he worries too much. And good GAWHD, whatever it is I smell I will not leave until I have the whole pot!!~"
Entering behind her as he'd hold out his hand for her to inspect. Immediately in there seeing a dead body, though to him it could only mean one thing as he'd stop, before looking up to her with a scary looking expression. "Mademoiselle." He'd point at the stiff. "He must have gotten that sweet itis eating a hunk of whatever you had! Me and my boys would like a whole serving each!" It was very apparent that although the corpse was facing down, he was a complete idiot for missing such an obvious and unnatural sign. Although he quickly leaned back to whisper to his crewmates; Check his pockets, we might be able to shave off fuel change, boys. Proceeding to tiptoe over the man to take a seat in her...rather shabby location. But, he supposed some of the best foods in the world were hidden in secret nooks and quirky corners. There he would cross his legs and pose while she would work on his hand. A sultry look on his face and yet his eyes flared with some determination. "Now that I found you, I must keep you."
If it was a line to any other woman he said this to, they would have fallen into a sweet knockout from weakened knees. Only, he meant it. Happily placing his own handkerchief over his lap awaiting the meal. "The smell alone convinces me, for I was spoiled in the tasting aspects of fine culinary. You, ma bella dame, is no ordinary individual. And when it comes to talent I have the eyes of an eagle. Therefore! I---ZAPP FLANNIGAN! Bestow upon you a higher calling---and that is a spot as Cook for The Peeking Pirates." Yes...the matter of the crew name he had yet to announce but as always, he was a spur of the moment type of fellow! And he'd smile at her with an odd pulling charisma. Too quick to waste his time on a single draw. His fingers gently interlocking with her own, leaning a little closer with a cat eyed grin. Charming was all he knew how to be and lovable in the eyes of women who could spoil him and spoil him well.
"As for tonights tab, I'm afraid I can only give you a taste of a pirate's spoils." A heavy lacquered skull made of polished ivory with two sapphires lodged within both sockets and diamonds in it's teeth would be held in his hand before setting it down over the counter. It's weight enough to authenticate it's value. It was a mystery how he came across it--no not really. He had picked it up along the way and thought it could be a good wedge for the one squeaking door onboard. Little did he know that it was worth quite the fancy penny. The baron of who it belonged to had long died since the raiding began. So now he looked at her, the left petite silk gloved finger resting on the dome of the treasured skull before slowly sliding it, without even knowing that her large swells was swallowing it from between two chocolate mountains.
"So, what is your name, Miss Boobies--I mean, Miss Ma'am?" The boyish quality in him quickly averting back to the man that he knew his papa would be proud of. Looking at her and only at her eyes--there was nothing more scarier than a woman whose chest was too ample in the ways of the world. Simply unnatural. But again, who was he to turn away another fan with her own bodily proportions?
The ever so handsome man would seem to await an answer but for no more. The watchful eyes slipping away from the backdrop of his eyes, gone unseen from his smooth convincing expression as the man would cleverly transition his wording to something else quite more clear. "Well, it seems you've all but had your fill. This is goodbye and so I leave behind my claims and belongings (stowed away on the ship concealed in one of the offshore coves), so long compatriots!! Dreams change and so do the days, ta-ta~" And off he'd go, a graceful libbed speed somehow picking up as he'd swim through the crowd. Like this all wasn't just another goldfish life he had foreseen.
It seems, I was silly after all. A quaking voice from within would croak and he'd turn away running like the foppish frittery man he was.
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Hattie washed up the port...and found himself a lofty ship, [Zapp's belongings now picked up].
Some time he would enter a tavern and...pick up the rolling jeweled skull that came his way before heading back to the mainland. Individually dropping them off before coming back to retrieve it.
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 3:07 pm
Wynn decided to follow the prior fruity captain, Zapp, and left his belongings within the restaurant he last walked into to leave the crew.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 7:23 pm
A young blood [Grimm] comes into the shop and snatches the left belongings like the dirty rat child he is.
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