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Name of Nightmare: "Captain" Jack Sparrow
Fear: Pirates
Home: -unknown at the time-
NM's Personality: ???
Name of Human: Sarah Nightingale
Human's History: Born near the shores of Key West, Sarah grew up hearing the countless tales of the olden days. Days were pirates were real. Towns were pillaged, left of it's riches. Boats were shot down, it's cargo taken while the bodies of sailer's were left for the navy to find. Pirates were always said to be a heartless bunch, never caring about the welfare of anything other than themselves. While they followed a code.. they even turned on each other.
One day Sarah found a gold coin at the bottom on the reef when she was taken out to help her father fish. It was intricate, a skull appeared to be woven inside of the beautiful, precious metal. Her father insisted that she keep it, and even fastened it onto a chain for her. She wore it with a sense of ... humility. She felt as if she was wearing the remains of the people themselves, the one's that had most likely died for this coin. She shivered at the thought of what would happen if pirates were still around, waiting for the opportune moment to take back the sea that they had worked so hard to tame.
-info stated here is subject to change as all is not yet documented-
Name of Nightmare: "Captain" Jack Sparrow
Fear: Pirates
Home: -unknown at the time-
NM's Personality: ???
Name of Human: Sarah Nightingale
Human's History: Born near the shores of Key West, Sarah grew up hearing the countless tales of the olden days. Days were pirates were real. Towns were pillaged, left of it's riches. Boats were shot down, it's cargo taken while the bodies of sailer's were left for the navy to find. Pirates were always said to be a heartless bunch, never caring about the welfare of anything other than themselves. While they followed a code.. they even turned on each other.
One day Sarah found a gold coin at the bottom on the reef when she was taken out to help her father fish. It was intricate, a skull appeared to be woven inside of the beautiful, precious metal. Her father insisted that she keep it, and even fastened it onto a chain for her. She wore it with a sense of ... humility. She felt as if she was wearing the remains of the people themselves, the one's that had most likely died for this coin. She shivered at the thought of what would happen if pirates were still around, waiting for the opportune moment to take back the sea that they had worked so hard to tame.
