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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 6:09 pm
"'Bout time we left that dreay pile of priceless tresures."
Storm laughed and followed Kibo out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 2:38 pm
Ranu took 4 bags himself, in the same was as Kibo. They were rather heavy but he'd manage. He glanced swiftly back at the stone Kibo hit as they left, memorising it incase of an emergency. He'd already memorised the route to the chamber. "And so to jolly ol' England" Ranu sighed to himself, then begun to whistle, finishing up with a song;
"Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain;
For it's we've received orders for to sail for old England,
But we hope very soon we shall see you again.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Then we hove our ship to the wind at sou'-west, my boys,
We hove our ship to our soundings for to see;
So we rounded and sounded, and got forty-five fathoms,
We squared our main yard, up channel steered we.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman,
Then Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness,
Until we came abreast of the South Foreland Light.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet for to anchor,
All in the downs that night for to meet;
Then it's stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters,
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Now let every man toss off a full bumper,
And let every man toss off a full bowl;
And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,
Singing, here's a good health to all true-hearted souls.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues."
He panted slightly as he stopped singing, realising he'd sung it louder than he'd intended.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 4:13 pm
Kibo: It's been many a year since I've heard that song. I personally prefer some of the beautiful organ work of a... now what's his name... Bach, that's it. I hear he plays wonderful organ music in Germany. I've heard one of his masses, years ago, and let me tell you, it was positively enthralling.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 3:31 pm
Ranu nodded, "I've heard a little bit about him. Not much, I admit but still a bit."
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 4:11 pm
Storm shrugged.
"Your not missing much. Germans and organs don't mix very well nowdays."
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 4:24 pm
Kibo: Well, there's always those tiny exceptions. And that's the stuff legend is made of.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 6:10 pm
Ranu patted his sword scabbard. "I know. That's why I remove them."
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 6:47 pm
Kibo: And what is that supposed to mean?
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 3:38 pm
Ranu started to grin, "German's Organs. Hearts and such."
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 8:43 pm
Kibo: Enough with the riddles. Plain english, please.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 2:05 pm
"It was plain English" Ranu replied, "I fought a Prussian in a duel and cut out his organs. Therefore, as Captain Storm said, "Prussian's and organ's don't mix"
[They were known as Prussian's in the 1600'
German is from the late 1800's if I recall correctly.]
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 3:15 pm
((So that's why it's called King of Prussia mall...))
Kibo: Oh, I get it. I'm just a bit slow sometimes...
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 4:02 pm
[ Yeah. I only just remembered. x_x; ]
Ranu grinned slightly, remembering the kill. "My first kill, but it had angered me," He tapped his check over his scar, "He gave me that."
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 6:20 pm
Storm watched the two banter, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Ah but Ranu, scars aren't only medals of honor, but also mental reminders to move faster next time."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 6:30 pm
Kibo's eyes widen as a sudden realization hits him. He grins maniacally, and tosses his bag of gold onto his back, grabbing Storm and Ranu around the waist, and flying off to the ship.
Kibo: Come on! We've got to hurry!
He puts them gently on the deck, and runs to the wheel, crossing his blades, and making several spirits appear.
Kibo: Get those sails unfurled, and that anchor up! And you! Switch the flag with the one in my quarters! Go!
Within minutes, the ship is ready to go.
Kibo: Let's go! We have an agenda now!
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