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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:40 pm
Death Wind was once a ship used in the Orient to transport stolen goods and rum away from the authroities. It was captured by the Santo Columbia when it lost its way in a fog bank and got caught on a reef. The three mast Junk makes up in speed what it lacks in fire power. The Death Wind can sail circles around an opponent before they have a chance to fire back. Even though it is deadly it still maintains the eloquence and beuty of any oriental ship, the chinese lanterns add send a senastaion of beauty and mystery into all who look upon her.
The Death Wind is currently docked at Tortuga. She is cpatained and owned by Storm and a part of Don Miguel's fleet.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:51 pm
Now hiring, muhahahhahaha!
Captain: Storm
Firstmate:
Deck Master: twinkle__twinkle
Cockswain:
Gunner(s):
Powdermonkey: Maida
Navigator:
Cook: Zia
Doctor:
Deck Cleaners:
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:58 pm
Storm strolled aboard her new ship, a hand trailing behind a step along the wood, apprecietivly. She grinned, thinking of how quickly Death Wind would glide through the water. The smile faded, however, at the thought that the moment she did something Michael didn't like, her new ship was likely to return to the ocean.
"Ah well, that was a deffinet possiblity when I signed on with him."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:20 pm
Deep in the shadows, a figure hides. He was confident in his escaping abilities, should anything happen. He was sent, and given a small amount of information, and that was enough for him. He had his ways of finding out more. Allen Jamison was the perfect reconnaissance man. Agile, Limber, and perhaps most important of all, a skilled Atermancer.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:41 am
Storm was leaning on the rail, watching Tortuga come to life as the sun set into dusk. She smiled, hearing Zia and Maida skip happily up behind her and turned to face them.
"Seems we have a little birdy in the shadows over there. Fetch him for me, will you? There's a bag of jelly beans for each of you if he's still coherent when you get back."
They laughed, suluted and skipped off, heading the exact oppisite way Storm had directed them, only to disappere and reappear about ten minuets or so later next to Jamison.
"Hullo!" "Hullohullo!" "Storm says hullo as well!" "But she wants you to come with us." "Private diner and all." "Very fancy wine tonight!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:35 am
Jamison: I will do no such thing.
He was about to clench his fist, extinguishing their lives, when he glanced at their faces. He recognized them as the Crow sisters, the ones who Kibo had explicitly told him not to harm, under any circumstances. Instead, he places his hand on the wall, sinking, literally, into the shadows. He reappears next to Storm, and once again recognizes someone Kibo had told him not to kill. He was frustrated, but didn't let it show. He could kill some other time. However, he was almost positive Kibo had revealed the names of all the captains in his fleet, so his real name must remain a secret, for now.
Jamison: Hello there. I take it you're Captain Storm. I am Gregory Ingrit, captain of the Norbrook. I was told you wanted to see me?
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:46 am
"Tell Kibo when you report back to him not to worry. Tell him all is well and goes according to plan."
Let Michael's spies stew over that one! Storm had no doubt that his ship was bugged and she vowed only to say things that would mess with his mind. She gestured to the closed captain's cabin door.
"Join me for dinner? Zia prepared it tonight."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:49 am
Jamison: Alright then. I heard she makes pate? I looove pate.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:58 am
Storm raised an eyebrow.
"No, no such luck tonight. We shall have to make do with steak and red wine. Shall we?"
She proffered her arm to Jamison.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:04 am
Jamison: *sigh* Alright. I'll take mine rare. Very rare. As in, just cook it til it stops mooing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:17 am
A servant, wearing a rediculouse flowered and much abused apron, was setting out a basket of rolls, some sort of spiced and minced potatoes and poured some wine into crystal goblets. All was set on silver dishes. Once done serving, the servant smiled.
"How would you like your stakes, mistress and master?"
"Ingrit here wants his bearly stuamachable and I would like my medium rare. That will be all for now."
The servant turned and left. Storm motioned to a seat.
"Please. They will be out shortly. You never did tell me why Kibo was watching my new ship."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:23 am
Jamison: Oh, come now. You've made your berth with the man Kibo's been dying to kill, and you've been given a ship. Why wouldn't he want to spy on you?
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:39 am
Storm shrugged and took a sip of wine.
"He trusts his dear, old friend?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:49 am
Jamison: He seems to, but in addition to a friend, you're also an asset. One that Kibo seems very very reluctant to give up. He's quite fond of you, you know. Not as a lover, but as a close friend, one of the closest he's ever had.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:58 am
Storm sighed regreatably.
"Shame and here I was going for lover. Oh well, his days aren't at an end yet. There's still time for that later."
She was silent for a moment, thinking.
"Why would he think I was such an asset? Surely he knows that most of the time I am more a hinderence then help."
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