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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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 Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:10 pm
*Coming to the brig to check on John, the Captain reads a letter that was recieved from his correspondent on the mainland that reads: Quote: "Thus far, no doctors have been found. I'll send word once I've found you one for hire." He sighs and goes to John's cell.* "Hey, John. I've recieved word from my man in Bristol. So far, no physician has come forward that is willing to come aboard the Lady Washington. You seme to be doing well. I've made the choice that I'll be lettig you rot here for another few days and then if no word from any doctor comes in, I'll let you out on probation. Though for now, you'll have to stay here."
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 5:07 pm
Omi yawned as he woke up from his long nap. Once again he head fallen asleep in the oddest of places this time it was a pile of wroundup rope on the ship deck. "Mmmm...fooooood.." Groand the boy as his stumic my its self known. With a strech of the back and a pop of the neck he was up and on his way to the lower part of the ship to search for food.
((Sorry I haven't been on in so long ^^; I've been busy with things.))
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 5:49 pm
((Besides schoolwork...what else? Coldstone Ice Cream?)) *Coming up on deck, Kurisutofa walks to the bow and tightens some loose rigging. Belaying them, he jumps upon the windlass, walks up the anchorchain to the bow-rail, leaps over it and sits among the sprit-lines on the tip of the jib. This was his personal santuary. No one, spare the figurehead Martha, dared come out here when he was present on his jib. It was punishable by death to interupt his thought process.* 
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 8:01 pm
Captain Kurisutofa ((Besides schoolwork...what else? Coldstone Ice Cream?)) (( xp Maaa...next time I get Coldstone I wont give ye any than. domokun Just kidding. ))
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 8:12 pm
[[ Could anyone tell me what's happening? ]]
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 8:22 pm
-{-{RECAP OF RECENT EVENTS:~ ILOR, ARES & KUBAIN HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED A RECON MISSION ASHORE ON GIBRALTOR. JOHN HAS BEEN SENT TO THE BRIG FOR SCURRVY & DEMENSIA AND I AM SITTING ON THE BOW WRITTING YOU THIS PM}-}-
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 6:33 am
Destiny went in search of Kubain, to get him to begin her blade self-defense work.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 7:28 am
*sees destiny in search in kubain, and walks over to her*
If your looking for more training, your better off getting training from the captian, I'm about to leave for an assignment. plus, the sword is used in a completly dfferent style then the daggers, daggers are focus on pure offense from a vertical angle, while the sword is used both as a offense and defense.
*he readies the boat some more*
the styles won't mix if your looking to train from both of us, you'll forget one or the other eventually, so its pointless for me to teach you such a different style...
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 11:57 am
Destiny curved her lips into a pout.. " You say you'll train me, the Captain says he'll train me only after you finish... now you won't and the Captain wont... now what?"
She crossed her arms, pooched out her lips, and huffed off back to the galley, looking alltogether like a teenager in a snit, which is what she was...
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 5:29 pm
*See's that no one is listening to his not so much of a tale, tale*
Oh well, tis' the jail life.....
*starts playing a origami hermonica*
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 8:04 pm
Destiny made her way back into the galley, fuming and frustrated. As she set about doing what was nessecery for the running of the galley, she decided to scrub down the tables well, then oil and polish them, to keep that glowing, gleaming, glossy look.
She got a bucket of water, and grabbed a cake of soap, and a stiff-bristled brush, and set to work. One by one, the tables fell to her brush, becoming very clean. Through the afternoon she worked, concentrating on scrubbing, and nothing else. Finally, she finished scrubbing, then she began wiping them down with an oil-wax mixture, buffing them till they shone like mirrors.
Then, from behind her, a voice came.. She had been so hard at work, she hadn't noticed anybody come in, so she jumped and uttered a squeak. Whirling around, she pulled her dagger, ready for anything....
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 4:04 pm
[[KUBAIN YOUR AN IDIOT. SMALL ARMS TRAINING IS ALWAYS THE FIRST STEP TO SWORD TRAINING. ONCE THE BODY IS PRONED TO SPEED AND AGILITY, ONLY THEN CAN THE SWORDSMANSHIP SKILLS BE TAUGHT. UNTIL THEN, DAGGER TRAINING IT WILL BE. IF YOUR NOT GOING TO DO THE TASK ASKED OF YOU, IT'S A FLOGGING AT 3 BELLS. I'LL WEILD THE CAT-O-NINE MYSELF. THEN I'LL TEACH DESTINY.]]
*Realizing how long he'd been on the bow, the Captain removed himself from the jib and returned to the main deck. Seeing that there was nothing to be done, he went below to the Galley to see what Destiny was up too. She always found a way to entertain herself.*
"Destiny! You down here, las?"
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 7:10 pm
[[ Tehehehe...Sorry..my mind is moving low...Anyways, yeah, I'll pop in the convo soon..oh! And a happy late Halloween! ]]
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 7:16 pm
-Sparrow awoke, coughing and hacking up a rather disgusting thing for a young woman to hack up. She groaned, rolling over in the crows nest. How she'd managed to get to het post, she was amazed. Opening her blazing eyes, all she spotted was herself, twisted in the crows nest and empty bottles littering the nest. She'd been out cold for..however long its been. Grumbling, she manged to climb down the rigging and stood on deck with un-sturdy feet. As soon as she landed, she ruched to the side of the ship. She had a right to be sick, and didn't intend on going anywhere. She slid down the railing and lay on the deck, close to the edge just in case.-
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:08 pm
When Destiny realized who it was that had startled her, she flushed a bright red. It was the Captain. Hurridly, she sheathed her dagger, and said" I'm down here sir. Did you need something?"
She walked over to where he was and looked inquireingly at him, curious as to what would bring him to the galley in the afternoon. It was too early for supper, and too late for lunch.
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