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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 10:36 pm
Insert Cert Here~It was the wrong time to be new blood, Cortez thought with a dark scowl. He was facing the ocean, a tiny figure sitting on the beach just out of reach of the cold waves as they lapped up and down. The sky was as clear as the deep blue stretching out before him, and for the most part the waves were small, almost feeble. Cortez didn't blame them - it was too friggen cold!
"Seriously, you doing your job?" the young cub growled up at the sun overhead, shivering. He had wanted to do so much the second he could walk and talk, and in this case he had wanted to learn how to swim. But like heck was he going to touch the cold water now! Cortez half-wondered if he should wander towards the dens reserved for girls to try and cause some trouble. Least he wouldn't be so darn bored.
Plus he did need to start making a name for himself if he wanted to be Captain one day. Hmm . . .
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 10:41 pm
With the new litter that came with the female he had taken in.. he had become increasingly awkward. Pirato did not do well with cubs. He just preferred to live a life that was all his own.. Cubs hindered that ability. When he saw the small creature sitting in front of the rushing waves he groaned. He'd have to talk to this one wouldnt he? He stepped closer, his paws touching the sand. Yes it was cold, but the sand was always warm.. Always giving some kind of relief to the rushing cold waters.
He sat next to the cub without speaking, then looked down, opened his mouth to speak, and closed it looking back out into the ocean.
His face was a face of confusion. How the hell did one start a conversation with a cub? That was just not his forte'.
"See anything?" He asked, not looking at the cub, but leaning in as he spoke. It was true, he had eaten a bit of fermented fruit, and now.. he was a bit inebriated.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 10:51 pm
"Nope."
Cortez wasn't particularly perturbed to have a random male come up and sit by him - after all, most of the pride was of the male gender. 'Course, he didn't notice it was the commodore himself til he bothered to turn his head and see the guy for himself. So . . . how exactly did he go about talking to the greatest guy Mom - er, Makena - knew? Were pirates supposed to do something when they saw him?
Guess not, since Pirata was already asking him something. The cub could have sworn he smelled something foul . . . Or maybe that was just the lion normally. Cortez stood a little more at attention, though, since he needed to get it good with the commodore from the beginning. "I'm Cortez, Commodore sir, in case you didn't know. One of Makena's."
Yup, he was calling his mom by her first name because that was what cool pirates did. Pirates didn't say "momma" unless they were saying something like "Awww, look at the thing cryin' for his momma!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 10:56 pm
"Good..Me neiver." He said, his 'th' sound not really making it and sounding more like a 'v'. He looked at the cub, making sure not to touch it. It, he was calling this cub an it. Well thats what it was! It was no crew member, not yet. It was a youngling, and for all he knew it was female and the voice meant nothing. Pirato wasnt very good with determining gender as cubs. He truly didnt care. He couldnt flirt with females of the age, and males were really of no use but to train. However, it was the mothers captains job to train her younglings.. After all, her cubs would join her crew should they be crew, and not wenches.
What was this cub? Wench? He kind of doubted it..
"Aye, I know who you are. Not your name, but of you." He responded.
He had a fondness for Makena. She was a sweet female, who gave her all to be loyal to her pride. Even as a female she had heart. Normally Pirato didnt give a damn about heart..But what others could give him.
"Cortez, eh? Least your name sounds male." Aha, so this cub was a male. He loved that he was smart enough to figure that out. Though he was unaware of just how easy it would have been, had he not been so inebriated.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 11:11 pm
Well, "knowing of him" was enough for Cortez! He grinned up at the older male, finding the comment about his name a compliment. "And I know you, 'course. Mo- Makena likes ya." Which was an understatement, but whatever. Seriously, what was that smell? Maybe it was one of those weird fer-whatever fruits his brothers mentioned . . .
"You know the rest of my family too, commodore?" the cub went on to ask, curious if Pirata was as interested in their family as his mom was of him. "Omari and Schylar'll make decent crew, you'll see. Or Ormari will, he keeps his head down a lot." Not himself, though: No, he had better goals than just being "crew'. "Sis, not so sure though . . . But I'm gonna be a cap'n, you'll see!"
You know, because proclaiming your life's goal made it official.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 11:17 pm
Ah. Okay so one was female. He'd have to figure out which on a different day. Right now he was talking with the little mate, and such. He was wondering why the cub was so.. go get 'em already. It was a good thing, but with Pirato being such a slacker, he really.. had always been slacker. How he had managed to get a group of motley lions together was beyond him. He supposed it was his superior authority.. Of which he didnt know he.. didnt have.
"I know your mother. Till just now, Had no idea what you guys were besides cubs." He said with a nod. His white mane floating over his eyes as he went to move it with his paw. Of course, his paw missed, and he managed to have to try again.
He wasnt even aware of the scent he had. He had never been told he smelled, but that might have been due to the fact that the others were always as intoxicated as he was.
Omari? Schylar? He supposed those were the brothers. He should likely talk to Makena to see who was who.
"A Cap'n, eh? Aye mate, maybe you will be. Long road to go. Lots of proving and what not."
Of course, proving himself merely meant making Piratos life a little more comfortable. He really wasnt the most fair in terms of work, but he always shared the loot. He may not have gotten it all himself, but it was the least he could do to pay his crew. Right?
Paying your crew, kept others from being a bunch of rag tug mutineers who deserved to walk the plank. Figuratively speaking.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:04 am
"Yeah yeah! I'll prove ya, sir. Arrrrrgh," the cub growled enthusiastically, his tail whipping about. "I'll be the toughest, meanest ol' pirate you'll ever know, Commodore sir!" Apparently Pirata's laidback attitude didn't seem to bother Cortez. If anything, it seemed to make his excitement all the more pronounced.
Looking over his leader, Cortez's eyes kept being drawn to the oddly colorful feather upon his head. "Wassat, Com'dore sir?" he inquired, bi-hued eyes trained upon it. It was so . . . kinda shiny. He wanted it!
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:10 am
"Good. Prove it to me." He answered absent mindedly. He wasnt really paying attention anymore, Pirato had the absolute worst attention span. But he did acknowledge the boy, and that was more than most usually got when he zoned out. But he nodded, returning his gaze back to the little black cub. He would have tried examining his markings, but they were so complex Pirato half wondered if they would make him nauseous if he actually tried.
"King, mate. A commadore, is like a king." He said, though he really had no idea. He didnt know what a Commadore -truly- was, only what he wanted it to be. He saw the cub look at his feather, and instinctively, he became suspicious.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:15 am
King . . . That was a new word, one that he liked. If commodores were kings, then captains had to be like . . . kings of their ships under the bigger king. Cortez definitely could see himself as a king, and this made his chest puff out with a grin - in spite of Pirato's new suspicious look. "Then I'll be king under you, king com'dore sir!" he yipped, still eyeing the feather. Maybe . . . Hmmmm.
He paused for a few seconds, bunching up his legs. If he was king, let's see how good he was at it! The cub launched himself at Pirata, wanting to snatch the feather away from the leader's bandages. HE could bring it back to Makena and be all "I'M SO COOL RIGHT" to his siblings, and they'd have undeniab;e proof that he was the best of the lot from stealing from the captain!
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:20 am
He went to open his mouth to respond to the male, and when he did, he closed it again. The cub looked like he was scheming. Pirato knew that look too well. Staring at his feather was too much, so the pirate king was already on edge. But once the cub lunged at his feather, the male let out a cry that was far from lion. It happened so fast, before he knew it he was on his back, and trying to back away from the cub.
"'EY!" He said, eyes wide. He gave the cub a firm look, before snorting, and fixing his feather. The cub might have had a chance had he actually been tall enough to get at the feather. But now the male was standing, and aware of the cubs plans.
"Touching the Kings feather is an offense!" He said, though his eyes werent angry and he was more trying to scare the cub away. He wasnt angry, but he certainly wasnt thrilled.
"Get your own, little Heathen." Yes.. He was right the entire time about these cubs.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:37 am
The fight was short but sweet. Cortez didn't regret it! It showed he had guts, moxie, courage!
But an offense? Baaaaah. Cortez back off at the unmanly yelp with slightly docked ears, though his intent on procuring something of equal or more value was clear. If couldn't be the commodore's, well . . . he'd have to go out looking himself! But for now he kept his cool and began nonchalantly scratching at an ear, as if he hadn't just semi-assaulted the leader for something as small as a feather. "Wassa heathen?" he asked curiously. He could tell it was an insult, but . . . it was just such a funny word! So that was two already he had learned from the commodore, and the cub was quite pleased with his increasing vocabulary.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:41 am
When the cub had backed off, he settled a bit, though he was now cautious. He would no longer trust this little rat. But.. he supposed he was alot like himself in his younger years. Not that Pirato could remember much of his cub years, but he could imagine. He looked the cub over, and at his question scoffed a bit.
"Its what you are, mate. Ask your mother. She should be able ta 'elp." He said, nodding, and holding his head a bit taller.
"Matter a'fact.. Go find your mother. Im sure she misses you.." Then as if that wasnt enough..
"Dearly.."
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:57 am
Cortez rolled his eyes superbly at this statement. "Makena don't miss me," he declared rebelliously. "She lets me do whatever I want." And frankly, he didn't need "Com'dore" knowing that the cub secretly enjoyed his mother's affections. Pirates don't love their mamas! Pirates pillaged and got shinies and went around with other pirates and made names for themselves, not sit and get cooed over by girls. Plus, he frankly thought he had a second chance at that feather if he waited long enough . . .
It wasn't mutinous if he wold give it right back after taking it, right? "You know lots more about stuff than Makena anyways!" Cortez went on admiringly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 10:01 am
So his plan had failed, the cub hadnt just gone away like he had wanted. He sighed, rolling his own eyes. Though it was likely less visible than the cubs was. He shook his head. Makena would need to get on her Corsairs for not making sure they paid closer attention to this cubs whereabouts. Not that he would remember later on, but for now he attempted the mental note.
"Aye, but only 'cause I been a pirate for many, many years, mate." He said with a short nod. If Makena knew more than him, after her short time there, he would be supremely impressed.. And likely a bit insulted.
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