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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:52 am
Leo sits on a barrel on the deck, watching the sea in the moonlight as his crew sleeps. He had no intention of waking them and often kept watch while they slept as he hardly ever slept himself.
He turned his head and looked at the lights in the various windows in Tortuga.
"It's good to be home" He said to himself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 9:00 am
*Michael wtched this new ship from the docks.*
(Thought) Another captain...
*Michael removes th eblack book from his pocket*
...another name.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 9:01 am
Natasha boards the large ship.
"Leonardo Black, it's a nice ship you have."
She grins at her old friend. Then looks at Michael, her look of joy turning into one of mistrust and anger.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 9:02 am
Storm drapped an arm around Michael's shoulders compaionably.
"Come now, you don't plan to destroy this poor man's ship as well? That get really won't get you invited to the christmas parties."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 9:11 am
Leo's gaze shifted between the three people stood on his deck.
He smiled at Natasha before turning towards the other two people on the ship.
"I am Leonardo Black and this fine vessel you're standing on is the Lockheart. Welcome aboard."
He bows.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:12 am
Michael: A man of class, a rare quality on this siland. I am Captain Don Miguel of the Santo Columbia, but other Captains may adress me, simply, as Michael.
*Michael extends his hand to Leonardo.*
Michael: It seems you already know these two associates of Admeral Kibo Botch.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:19 am
Storm bowed low in respect.
"Storm Hasnari at your service, master Black."
She strightened, silently laughing at the irony of the lastest choice of surnames.
"Like Natasha, I serve with Admeral Botch as a captain on the Dagger."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:26 am
*Michael turned to Storm*
Michael: The Dagger? Hm... You never told me the name of your ship before.
*Michael flipped his book open to the page with the L' Espadon and whispered into the pages.*
Michael: (whisper) Arronax, find the Dagger and send our message to Mr. Botch...
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:29 am
Storm shrugged, ignoreing the queer act of talking to one's books.
"Must of just slipped my mind, I assume. Or else you never asked. Natasha's now his Flag Captain, though. She's always been a favorite of his."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:36 am
Michael: Truely a shame, that your talents are not being recognized. Should you ever tire of Kibo's command my offer remains.
*Michael turns back to Leo.*
Michael: My apologizes, back to buisness. I am building a fleet care to join mr. Black?
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:40 am
Storm laughed.
"My lord, my talents have no use in the now, on the surface. Or very little, at any rate. I doubt serving under you would change that much."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:43 am
Michael: Am I to understand you are doubting me? Remember ms. Storm that you are not just choosing between Admerals, but whether or not you wish to share the same fate as this island.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:50 am
Storm smiled sadly.
"Share the same fate? I am a survior, Michael. I couldn't've thrived this long if I wasn't. Whatever happens to the island, or anyone else, is up to them and you but I will live beyond them. I could care less what you do to them. String Kibo up by his eyelids, if you so wish. I'll just walk past his battered frame, ignoring any pleas he might have for me, for that is the way of the drow, and that is my way."
She brushed a stray silvery white strand of hair that had escaped her single, well-oiled braid and fallen into her face behind one pointed ebon ear with a similarly midnight hand. She glanced at Natasha, knowing full well that she might tell Kibo her words.
"But until the moment that he's stung up, I'll do all in my power to prevent that from happening, for he is my friend."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 11:14 am
*Michael looks over at Natasha and back to Storm.*
Michael: Worried? Perhaps these walls have ears? hahahah You know where to find me, where even Kibo can't reach...
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 11:25 am
Storm inclined her head slightly.
"A lovely offer, but once more I shall have to decline. Although, it is an awfully tempting one."
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