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 Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 9:51 pm
Gwendolyn spoke to herself.
I cannot rest at a time like this. Fresh...sea air would do me good.
Gwendolyn walked up to the main deck then to the bow. She took out the pouch with the silver dust in it and dumped the whole contents into the sea. Then she spoke in a soft whisper.
Your debt to my sister has been paid. Serve mine and my sister's will no longer.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:17 pm
Kibo walks over to Gwendolyn, and leans on the rail beside her.
Kibo: So, have ye made a decision?
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:40 pm
I've decided to resi--
Suddenly the wind rose and then died down as suddenly as it had come. Gwendolyn pauses for a few moments.
Aye. I'll stay!
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 10:19 am
Kibo pats her on the back, smiling.
Kibo: Glad to hear it! Now, you really should get some rest. Lightning isn't something many people can stand up to.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 11:22 am
Gwendolyn raised her eyebrows.
Honestly Cap'n. Do think me, who can stop hurricanes, summon tornadoes, and the blood of my great pirate sister running through my veins, am a regular human being who need rest at just being struck by lightning? On the contrary, I feel great! So Cap'n, orders?
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 11:50 am
Kibo: Fine. Just don't complain when ye collapse. Help the rest get those sails back up. We have a date with a little lass I like to call revenge.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 12:09 pm
Gwendolyn laughs.
Aye aye Cap'n!
She rushes towards the mast where other crewmen were and helped pull at the ropes.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 1:15 pm
kibo_botch The wind picks up. Kibo smiles as he stares down the impedning storm. He grabs the wheel with both hands, and holds on, knuckles whitening in the roaring wind. Kibo: Barret! Get to work! The sails are down, so I'll need you to step on those two pedals alternately. The right one controls the right side oars, and the left, the left side. Barret: Aye, sir! Barret grabs onto the side of the ship, and begins pressing down on the pedals.
*Seemed just fine out in the firece wind, holding onto nothing and not being budge by it except that it was whiping my hair around.*
"The best thing about sailing is the smell of the sea, the spray of the waves and the wind in your face! But skerting a storm is one of the pleasureable things in life, wouldn't you say captain?"
*Stumbled forward into Kibo as the ship shuddered from something.*
"What in Umberlee's name was that?!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 1:24 pm
kibo_botch Kibo: Uh oh. Barret, bring Moral up here. He needs to hear this. Barret brings Moral up, and Kibo tells the story to him, but leaving out the term "monster." Kibo: So, there ye go. Yer father ate *points to Gwendolyn* her sister. Kibo turns to Gwendolyn, a look of resentment on his face. Kibo: Yer a great pirate, Gwen. Whether ye were thinking ye were yer sister or not, ye did great. Ye even stopped a hurricane, which is more than most of us can do. I'd like ye to stay, and continue being a member of my crew. The ship shudders, and begins to turn slightly. Kibo: Think about it for a while. You still need some rest. And I need to steer this ship. The rest of ye, get these sails back on the mast! We're dead in the water right now! A perfect target! Hurry up! *He stands there, shocked, not saying a word* ........... *then he jumps out into the water and to the bottom of the ship*
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 5:14 pm
Gwendolyn calls to the Captain.
Captain! The sails are up. Do we have a heading?
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 7:28 pm
*Walked up to the wheel and the captian soaking wet up with a faint roasey glow in my cheecks.*
"Well that storm certainy kept us on our toes. Not too bad damge though. A few snaped lines a tear or two in the sails."
*Shruged and leaned agaisnt the rail, smiling and stareing into the enticing dark blue depths.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:40 pm
Kibo: Tears in the sails? Oh well, nothing we can do about that now. *looks over at Gwendolyn* We're heading... *looks at positison of the sun* ... that way! *points over the port side of the ship* There's a small chain of islands over there. It's a great spot to wait for someone to leave Tortuga. The inhabitants are pretty well off, money wise, as well. Waddya say we fix that?
A slight maniacal grin appears on Kibo face as he spins the wheel, turning the ship a full 90 degrees, to face the islands. The wind picks up, and the ship begins to slowly lurch forward.
Kibo: Heh heh. Our first act of piracy. Storm! Take the wheel!
Kibo steps away from the wheel, walking to the bow, and staring out into the open sea. Suddenly, he spins around, and stares at his crew.
Kibo: Oy, everyone! I need to ask ya'll a few questions before we hit land. I know pirates are supposed to be viscious and all, but I want to tell ya'll right now, ye shall not kill a single man, woman, or child, unless they attack ye first. It takes much longer for someone to forget the face of a murderer than the face of a theif. Got that?
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 11:06 am
kibo_botch Kibo: Tears in the sails? Oh well, nothing we can do about that now. *looks over at Gwendolyn* We're heading... *looks at positison of the sun* ... that way! *points over the port side of the ship* There's a small chain of islands over there. It's a great spot to wait for someone to leave Tortuga. The inhabitants are pretty well off, money wise, as well. Waddya say we fix that? A slight maniacal grin appears on Kibo face as he spins the wheel, turning the ship a full 90 degrees, to face the islands. The wind picks up, and the ship begins to slowly lurch forward. Kibo: Heh heh. Our first act of piracy. Storm! Take the wheel! Kibo steps away from the wheel, walking to the bow, and staring out into the open sea. Suddenly, he spins around, and stares at his crew. Kibo: Oy, everyone! I need to ask ya'll a few questions before we hit land. I know pirates are supposed to be viscious and all, but I want to tell ya'll right now, ye shall not kill a single man, woman, or child, unless they attack ye first. It takes much longer for someone to forget the face of a murderer than the face of a theif. Got that?
*Grabed the wheel before we ended up geting turned around again.*
"Aye captian. T'was my intention anyway."
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 11:34 am
kibo_botch Kibo: Tears in the sails? Oh well, nothing we can do about that now. *looks over at Gwendolyn* We're heading... *looks at positison of the sun* ... that way! *points over the port side of the ship* There's a small chain of islands over there. It's a great spot to wait for someone to leave Tortuga. The inhabitants are pretty well off, money wise, as well. Waddya say we fix that? A slight maniacal grin appears on Kibo face as he spins the wheel, turning the ship a full 90 degrees, to face the islands. The wind picks up, and the ship begins to slowly lurch forward. Kibo: Heh heh. Our first act of piracy. Storm! Take the wheel! Kibo steps away from the wheel, walking to the bow, and staring out into the open sea. Suddenly, he spins around, and stares at his crew. Kibo: Oy, everyone! I need to ask ya'll a few questions before we hit land. I know pirates are supposed to be viscious and all, but I want to tell ya'll right now, ye shall not kill a single man, woman, or child, unless they attack ye first. It takes much longer for someone to forget the face of a murderer than the face of a theif. Got that? *Comes back on deck just in time to listen to the Captian" Aye, sir!
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:23 pm
Kibo wlkas back towards the wheel, and leans against the rail behind it, facing Storm.
Kibo: *mumbling to self* Good... I think...
Kibo eyelids start to droop.
Kibo: ...it's time...
His eyes shut completely, and his crossed arms flop to his sides.
Kibo: ...for some sleep...
Kibo pitches forward, landing on the deck, unconscious.
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