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Pirate Island
NarutardDate: Th, 04.August.11, 7:51 PM | Message # 1
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The seas have disappeared. Most of our ships are stuck in the sand of what used to be ocean. New continents have been formed but population has drastically fallen. Why? It rarely rains now and when it does, it's only near lakes and rivers. But, we of Pirate Island have created irrigation systems for our crops and easily domesticated animals for our meaty needs.

Pirate Island is one island of secen harbored in the one last ocean in the world, the Atlantic. No one really knows why, but it's led to rumors that the Americans, the ONLY prostering country, are the ones who stole the water of the world. Anyways, seven islands remain in the low water levels of the Atlantic ocean and they are all owned, well, ruled, by pirates. Our Pirate Island is ruled by Captain Phoenix, one of the Seven Scourges of the sea. Naturally, the other six islands are owned by the other Scourges.

Captain Phoenix is the youngest of the scourges, and suprisingly harbors the fieryist personality, hense the name. But the personality is only half of it, her bright red hair carries the name for her. Oh yeah, did I mention Captain Phoenix is a hirl? The only girl Scourge, 16 years old, and Captain of Pirate Island. We are her crew and now her colony, and we prepare for war. Captain Phoenix has angered the Scourges again and now we have to wage battles against all six crews of the most powerful pirates in the world. Personally, I'm not worried about us, the crew, we're trained and stubborn. The one I'm worried about is Captain Phoenix. She has to fight each and every Scourge and though she is a Scourge herself, she is the smallest, youngest, least experienced and, more importantly, a girl. But, all we can do is cheer her on and fight our own battles.

Xander, the Pirate, Lieutenant Captain


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NarutardDate: Fr, 25.November.11, 2:16 AM | Message # 2501
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"Maybe,"


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 25.November.11, 2:38 AM | Message # 2502
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I tickled her "Definatly"


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NarutardDate: Fr, 25.November.11, 2:43 AM | Message # 2503
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I giggled. "Stop..."


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 25.November.11, 2:45 AM | Message # 2504
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I stopped and said "Got you to laugh...I missed that"


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NarutardDate: Fr, 25.November.11, 2:47 AM | Message # 2505
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I looked down. "I miss you,"


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 25.November.11, 2:53 AM | Message # 2506
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Grim:

I looked down as well 'I know..but...people...have to die."


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NarutardDate: Fr, 25.November.11, 2:59 AM | Message # 2507
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I sighed. "I know, imagine a world without death," I shivered.


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 25.November.11, 3:08 AM | Message # 2508
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I shiverd to. 'I...could try to cut back...even since Natayla told me about what happens to...our son..I...was thinking about this more and more"


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NarutardDate: Fr, 25.November.11, 3:13 AM | Message # 2509
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"About what?"


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 25.November.11, 3:23 AM | Message # 2510
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"About...abandoning my family...I...don't want to be like that'


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NarutardDate: Fr, 25.November.11, 3:31 AM | Message # 2511
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"We both have important jobs to the world," I said.


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 25.November.11, 3:41 AM | Message # 2512
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I sighed "Yeah..." I then paused and handed her the Hour Glass of Time.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 25.November.11, 3:45 AM | Message # 2513
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I blinked. "How do you have this?"


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 25.November.11, 3:55 AM | Message # 2514
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"I'm Death it's self..." I looked at her and said "Everything...dies...even time"


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NarutardDate: Fr, 25.November.11, 3:57 AM | Message # 2515
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I looked down. "What will you do...if everything dies?" I asked.


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 25.November.11, 4:02 AM | Message # 2516
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I laughed "Die myself"

(gonna post on pokemon...then i"m going to bed0


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NarutardDate: Fr, 25.November.11, 4:06 AM | Message # 2517
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(Okay :3)
Reagan
I hugged him close. "I don't wanna think about that,"


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Dillon0909Date: Fr, 25.November.11, 10:52 PM | Message # 2518
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I smiled and hugged her back.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 25.November.11, 11:41 PM | Message # 2519
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(timeskip to Death's island?)

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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 26.November.11, 1:02 AM | Message # 2520
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Grim:

I walked on Death's island, and smiled as we walked to Irish's bar.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 26.November.11, 1:03 AM | Message # 2521
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I bit my lip anxiously.

(You wanna take Natayla back now? You were better at her)


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 26.November.11, 1:18 AM | Message # 2522
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Natayla:

I looked at Dad and Mom talking to each other, arguing about the curtains to my bably room.

(You weren't doing bad...but okay)


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NarutardDate: Sa, 26.November.11, 1:21 AM | Message # 2523
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I walked in behind Grim, head down.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 26.November.11, 1:30 AM | Message # 2524
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Natayla:

I saw Reagan, and got up walking to her. "Reagan...can I...talk to you for a second?"


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NarutardDate: Sa, 26.November.11, 1:47 AM | Message # 2525
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I looked at her. "Yes," I Said quietly.


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