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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 6:07 pm
kibo_botch Mad nai Rackham? Well, I don't know anything about that, but... *looks at you closely* You look like a "Mary" to me. ah that works. Mad Mary Rackham i am!
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 6:57 pm
Kibo: Hmm... It sounds good.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 8:08 pm
kibo_botch Kibo: Hmm... It sounds good. Alrighty then. *clears throat* Cap'n-- orders?
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 8:13 pm
Just relax for now. I still be looking for crew members. We'll be setting off in a few minutes.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 3:28 pm
Cap'n! theres a storm a blowin from the west! and i dont think we'll be able to get those barrels of rum on board.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:34 pm
Kibo: Heh heh. Don't worry about it.
Kibo unsheathes his spirit-tied blade, which begins to glow a bright white. He also unsheathes the third blade from his back, the one he hadn't unsheathed his whole stay at Tortuga. He pulls it out, revealing it's night black blade. He crosses the two blades, and stabs them into the ground. A bright light shines from the crossed swords, and suddenly, a human-like, though translucent, figure appears before Kibo.
Kibo: Hello again, Barret. Could you do me a favor?
Barret: It'd be my pleasure, sir.
Kibo: I know you can hold all these barrels. Could you take these over to the Godspeed for us?
Barret: Yessir!
Barret salutes, then grabs the barrels. His arms seem to small, but he picks up all five barrels, and steps off the dock, landing on the water, and standing up straight, the deep water somehow only lapping the soles of his sandals.
Kibo: Careful, there, Barret!
Barret looks up, smiling.
Barret: Ye need not worry, Kibo. you know I can carry twice this amount easily.
Kibo: I know, my friend.
With that, Barret begins to run across the water, towards the sillhouette of the Godspeed, on the horizon.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 7:13 pm
*Storde lightly down to the ship and heads up the boarding plank.* "Kibo, I'm here. Where are you assinging me to and am I a common sailor or Task Master or what?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 7:51 pm
Actually, since ye were the first of my crew, I've assigned ye to be first mate.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:00 pm
"Well that's very kind of you captain. So how many crewmen do we have all togather?" *Steps a bit closer to him our faces only a few inchs apart.* ((By the way, I posted in tortuga))
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:09 pm
Kibo: *smiles slightly* Well, including me, there's only four physical crewmen. But I've tied spirits to pretty much anything and everything in the ship, so altogether, we have about 30 crew members.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:33 pm
kibo_botch Kibo: *smiles slightly* Well, including me, there's only four physical crewmen. But I've tied spirits to pretty much anything and everything in the ship, so altogether, we have about 30 crew members.
"At least we hav enough men to sail this thing. So where we off to, anyway Kibo?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:37 pm
As Kibo says this a giggle is heard behind him. Mad Mary Rackham appears with a sly smile on her face. How many crew members Cap'n? She takes a small pouch out of her coat pocket and from it she takes a handful of silvery dust. She sprinkles the dust onto the deck and almost instantly five little men appear all wearing blacks vests and black caps.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:37 pm
Kibo: Well, we're going to taking care of a bit o' revenge first. Your friend Hantore will be helping us, I think. Let's sail out a bit first, before any details are given. You never know who could be listening, especially when the enemy ship is so close.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:42 pm
kibo_botch Kibo: Well, we're going to taking care of a bit o' revenge first. Your friend Hantore will be helping us, I think. Let's sail out a bit first, before any details are given. You never know who could be listening, especially when the enemy ship is so close.
*Bowed* "As you wish. How will Hantore help if he won't even come near your 'over sized, half-baked pea of a rowboat'?"
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