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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 10:43 pm
I'm well, Tavin, I thank ye. I hope ye are, also?
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 10:47 pm
*Tavin looks at Maggie and grins*
Maggie, we have a pir.... a seafaring adventurer with us! I used to be one as well, a long, long, long, long time ago.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 10:49 pm
*studies the man*...er eye.... The names Captain Mercutio Cross.... and the winds blow fine and fair...save when they blow trouble me way, but thats not important.... a fellow seafarer ye'say..? what ship didja sail on? perhaps I've heard of ye.. *eyes his clothes*.. and perhaps not.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 10:54 pm
*tilts her head* Truly? I ne'er knew you were a seafarer.
I daresay it must be an interesting sort of life.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 10:57 pm
*Tavin turns back to Cross and nods*
Well, perhaps ye have, Captain Cross. Yer reputation has reached me ears what seems a lifetime past. Back when I was a younger, and more brazen lad I set sail from Tortuga aboard The Western Sabre under the leadership of Captain Severn Montagnia. Ye may have known him better as The Bloody Captain Severn. Aye... 'tis a long time ago, it was.
*Tavin looks back at Maggie*
Oh, indeed. The unadulterated freedom of the sea... the smell of salt in your nose, the crash of the waves in your ears, the touch of the cool sea breeze as it carresses your face..... There's nothing like taking to the sea and leaving civilization behind.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:04 pm
*smiles at his description* I can tell ye must have loved it, te hear ye speak of it.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:04 pm
The Western Sabre! Thats the Shi... *and then he fades out..... leaving the rum on the bar..*
((be back later!^_^))
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:10 pm
*Tavin is unfazed when Cross fades away, and sits down, twirling a glass of Rum on one finger*
It really was quite a time, Maggie. Its a brutal life, full of hardship... but a rewarding one at that.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:14 pm
*listens, thoughtfully* I dinna doubt that it was. *walks over to sit near him*
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:18 pm
Oh, how to explain it, Maggie? It was thrilling and terrifying, and astounding all at the same time. We hunted our prey, and yet were ourselves the hunted. They were dangerous times, but still... In some ways more civil than later days.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:20 pm
*props her chin up on her hand, her eyes distant* Ye've done and seen a great many things in yer life, haven't ye, Tavin?
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:27 pm
*Tavin frowns for a second, reflecting on what he can remember*
When one is an Angel, Maggie, one has all the time in the world to do whatever it is that he wishes to do. It seems funny, though... When you have all the time in the world.... There never seems to be enough time when you get to something that really counts.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:32 pm
*Maggie looks away from him, frowning as well, his words reminding her . . . *
Tavin . . . *her tone is suddenly quite serious* Have ye been able to get te yer family?
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:38 pm
*Tavin looks away, ashamed*
No. No, I haven't. I'm supposed to the one in charge of this place... This grand place that intersects all time... And I can't even find a way to go back and see my wife or children..... I... I can only pray that they're alright..... That they will be.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:42 pm
*turns her head to face him again, reaching out to grab hold of his arm, and tells him urgently* Keep trying, Tavin! Ye mustna give up, whate'er happens.
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