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 Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 10:52 am
Meximuncher Haplo and Dog Meximuncher Philly noticed the dog looking at him. Somehow the dog's stare unsettled him a bit. He saw the man Kibo, seemingly noticing someone entering, leave. Philly then drank up some of his grog and watched the other folk in the tavern, wondering what the man called Haplo was looking for. Dog seemed to looked worried and held up one paw for him to shake. For some reason he couldn't figure out, though admitaly he found Humans quiet strange, is why they enjoyed this simple movment so much. Philly stared at the dog for a while without blinking, trying to understand what this dog and man were doing here. He took a swig from his grog and glanced over at them again. Was the dog trying to shake his hand?!
Haplo stood up tiredly after trying futily to call Dog back. He walked over quietly and resinged himself to a seat next to the man, sipping his drink. Haplo watched him and Dog quietly from the corner of his eye.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 11:00 am
Philly tensed as the man walked over and sat down wordlessly. He kept his right hand on his bottle of rum and his left hand lying on the table. The knives under his left arm inside his sleeve were hidden well but were more there for comfort than for any plans of fighting. Besides, throwing knives wouldn't be that useful in close range combat. Philly then took a long draught of his drink and asked the man:
"What be your story?"
He then glanced towards the man and raised an eyebrow waiting for the different, possibly dangerous, man next to him to answer.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 11:42 am
Meximuncher Philly tensed as the man walked over and sat down wordlessly. He kept his right hand on his bottle of rum and his left hand lying on the table. The knives under his left arm inside his sleeve were hidden well but were more there for comfort than for any plans of fighting. Besides, throwing knives wouldn't be that useful in close range combat. Philly then took a long draught of his drink and asked the man: "What be your story?"He then glanced towards the man and raised an eyebrow waiting for the different, possibly dangerous, man next to him to answer.
Haplo shruged then lied easily.
"I saw this small island and had half a mind to vist it. Perhaps even become a pirate."
Truth be told, that was the fatherest reason for his visit. But as far as Halpo considered this Mench didn't need to know that, now did he?
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 1:32 pm
Philly closely watched the man's hands as he spoke. The man's hands didn't shake at all and therefore he wasn't lying or was considerably good at hiding a lie. Philly wondered where a man such as this could have come from, but he knew better than to ask. For some odd reason people here that weren't totally drunk and using their loot had the tendency to be up to something and wish to keep a good amount of mystery about them. Philly cast a glance towards the dog while asking:
"What of the canine?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 5:22 pm
Meximuncher Philly closely watched the man's hands as he spoke. The man's hands didn't shake at all and therefore he wasn't lying or was considerably good at hiding a lie. Philly wondered where a man such as this could have come from, but he knew better than to ask. For some odd reason people here that weren't totally drunk and using their loot had the tendency to be up to something and wish to keep a good amount of mystery about them. Philly cast a glance towards the dog while asking: "What of the canine?"
Haplo looked down and fondly petted Dog's silky ears.
"What of him? He's a faithful hound and a loyal comapion willing to charge into a fight with me jsut as soon as he'd eat a sausage."
He grimced rembering Dog's habit of stealing some everywhere they went. Dog's ears priked up adn he looked aroudn hopefuly at the name of his favoirte snack but then, seeing none, he layed his head back down on his paws remorsfuly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 12:49 am
Matthew walked onto the port from his grandship. He was told that this was the place to get a pirate crew. Almost immediatly a drunk came flying at him and asked for some rum. Matthew sighed and gave him a shilling. Almost immediatly a swarm of them came flying at him. Before they could reach him, Matthew jumped into the water and swam his way to the island. He climbed up on to the soft dirt and looked at the businling town. "Great, a party town." He said and then walked to a building he thought was a hotel. He walked in there and it seemed nothing more of a tavern. But this was the most packed and noisy, and smelly tavern he had ever seen. Matthew walked over to a table and sat there...just waiting. Whell to be more precise, watching for a man even remotly sane other then him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 3:19 am
Philly watched the dog quietly. He then moved his gaze to Haplo.
"If'n ye not be here for the drinks then i s'pose ye're here to be on a crew, or ta find a crew, or ya are waiting for someone ta meet ye here, or p'haps something of that nature?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 11:44 am
Meximuncher Philly watched the dog quietly. He then moved his gaze to Haplo. "If'n ye not be here for the drinks then i s'pose ye're here to be on a crew, or ta find a crew, or ya are waiting for someone ta meet ye here, or p'haps something of that nature?"
"You could say that."
Haplo couln't help but smile at the irnoy of the Mench's words. He perfectly mimic his tone and speech.
"'ho are ye ta be asking though?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 12:50 pm
Matthew looked back and forth in the tavern. Everyone was drunk! Well there was one other person he thought looked kinda sober but they disappeared behind the constantly moving crowd. He sighed, got up, and left. The streets were hardly quieter. "Would anyone be know'inwhern I can get a place to sleep?" A shakey looking man laughed at him. "Why sleep when there's time to get drunk!" He held up his jug and smiled. Matthew thought as much. He walked back to his ship, luckily not attacked again, and boarded it. He was even suprised that no one had raided his ship! He then thought for a sec and looked down a floor. Almost all 14 beds were full of drunk men, totally knocked out, and some were on the floor. Matthew shot a bullet across the ship into a support beam, so no damage was done. All the men woke up instantly. "Off my ship! Or Ill recruit you and send you to a womenless death!" Immediatly everyone got off the ship and telling everyone one the way the captain of Matthew's ship was a mad man! Matthew went up on deck and took up the ladder. He then sailed out onto the ocean, but still in shallow water as to not drift out while he slept. To be sure, Matthew dropped the anchor. Then he fixed himself a sandwhich and went to bed on dock like every clear night.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 5:14 pm
Kibo looks at the silhouette of the new ship on the horizon, and decided that he was going to rob it. He hadn't done much true pirating since his visit to that island, so he was running low on funds. He walks upto the ship, and without saying a word, climbs the anchor chain, pulling himself onto the deck.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 8:47 pm
Gwendolyn sat cross-legged on Tia Dalma's porch. The light of the moon falling upon her. A light breeze rustled her hair off her shoulder. She had her eyes closed. She whispered strange words and made mysterious hand signs. When she stopped all was still. Then Gwendolyn smirked.
He's going to raid a ship. He needn't bother. There's nothing of value in that ship. If he's thinking about pirating, he should try going farther into sea. Speaking of pirates, I wonder what Captain Jack Sparrow is doing....
She made the hand signs again while muttering under her breath. She stopped but a moment later she jumped and opened her eyes.
Davy Jones!
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 10:31 pm
Jaxxon tiptoed from the staircase, her bright eyes peering from fourth step. Another day in Tortuga, she thought. When would the Black Pearl dock here? she wondered. She craved for adventure, craved to be aboard the famous ship. She continued the rest of the way from the steps, her feet touching the boarded floor. Her hair cascaded in a ray of wild fire.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:49 pm
Gwendolyn sat on Tia Dalma's porch as usual watching the setting sun. A black butterfly fluttered around her and the alighted on her finger. Gwendolyn smiled to herself.
A butterfly. The symbol of change.
Then the butterfly took off and fluttered out of sight.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 7:50 pm
As Kibo headed towards the door belowdecks, a small bird flies to him, and lands above the doorway, chirping quietly.
Kibo: Hmm... Thanks, little guy.
He bird flies onto Kibo's shoulder, and takes a sack of see he pulls out, before flying off into the distance.
Kibo: Nothing of value, she says...
He pulls out one blade, and carves a large "KB" in the deck before running to the side, and diving off the ship, landing in the water, and swimming to shore.
Kibo: Well, what's this?
He spots young woman walking along. He runs up, but as soon as he sees the look in her eyes, he knows recruiting her would only end in failure. He quickly made up a lie, and prepared to walk away.
Kibo: Oy... nevermind, lass. I mistook you for someone else.
As he turns, he waves his hand around nonchalantly.
Kibo: Good luck with the Black Pearl. Jaxxon, isn't it?
Without waiting for an answer, he begins to walk away, looking for a tavern where he can get a decent rum.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:14 pm
She blinked. The Pirates these days kept getting weirder and weirder. But this one topped them. 'How did you know I was waiting for the Black Pearl?" She stood with her arms folded. "Let alone, how do you know my name? I've never seen you before sir and I rarely forget a face...." She murmured, following him as he looked for a tavern....
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