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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 8:53 am
Storm laughed. She was feeling suprisingly well for just ordering a man to his death.
"It's never to late. Unless, of course, you miss the deadline completely. But then, all you'd need to do is create a new deadline."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 2:03 pm
Kibo: By the end of the month? Well, aren't we the ambitious one? What if there's someone here to stop you from taking Tortuga? Hell, without really trying, I've already taken your arm.
Kibo points to the bony hand, covered by the glove.
Kibo: Who knows what'll happen to you if I actually apply myself?
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 5:05 pm
Michael: Mwahahahahahaha! Mr. Botch, you've proven to be an interesting captain, and I do not give such compliments often. I really wish you would reconsider my request at an alliance. COme on Mr Botch such an island as this is beneith you come and sail with my fleet, not under my command but as an allie. Nations will fear the sound of our cannons and tremble beneith the shadow of our flag!
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 5:18 pm
"Nations have no need to be feared by more then one soul, sir."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 5:27 pm
Kibo: I already told you, I don't negotiate with fools.
He said the last word through gritted teeth.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 5:47 pm
"You know, it is really sarting to become tempting to really sell my soul for some peace between you two."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 5:49 pm
*Michael sat behind his desk and placed the book in his coat pocket.*
Michael: A shame. If that be the case then our buisness is concluded, it has been interesting. Ms. Storm, i'll keep the ofer open to you should you reconsider. May I also ask that you reffer your customers to me for work? Or if it is just easier, should an unruly customer come 'round or if your just looking to have a bit of fun. If you can knock em out send me word and i'll have my crew pick 'em up.
*From beneith his desk a quick stomp could be heard and two crewmen opened the doors to the office.*
Michael: Good night.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 5:53 pm
Kibo: Aww, I was hoping for a decent fight. I haven't had one in ages. Oh well, I'll just have to be patient a little longer, I guess. Good bye, Miguel, we'll see you again at the end of the month! Hopefully we'll be able to fight then.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 5:59 pm
"Refer my customers? I won't have any soon enough, if I do that."
Storm had to laugh; everything seemed to amsued her these days.
"How long are you in port?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 7:07 pm
Michael: Till the end of the Month.
*The two walked out of the office and the crewmen shut the doors behind them.*
Michael: I could use a godd fight myself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 7:17 pm
Storm turned back to the door behind her, a little mad at being marched out like that.
"How rude. He could of said please, or something."
She had half a mind to go back in there and tell Michael so or to turn his pretty ship into pretty floatslam, but thought better of it. After all, he did find out about her little trick. She did, however, indulege herself and kicked his main mast very hard her foot. Of course, as one is won't to do afterwords, Storm went spinning away, hopping on one foot, holding the other and cursing up a storm in her native tounge.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:04 pm
Kibo: Well, that wasn't very bright, was it? How old are you? Shouldn't you have learned that would've hurt in all those years?
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:17 pm
Storm glared at him.
"No oceans in the Underdark, therefore, no ships. Who knew it would be so hard?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:20 pm
Kibo: How long have you been here? You told me you had ships of your own. I assumed a Captain, possibly Commodore, would know the hardness of the material her ships were made out of.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:27 pm
"Yes, the hull. I've never actually payed attention to teh mast before. Besides, it's not eaxactly on the tourests list of Things To Do When Exploreing the Surface. I've always wanted to do that anyway, since I came up here. And now I know that when one kicks 'em, it really hurts your foot."
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