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| Narutard | Date: 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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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:37 PM | Message # 3876 |
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| Reagan
I swallowed, looking at Grim.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:41 PM | Message # 3877 |
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| Grim:
"Go ahead and try." I smiled and walked slowly to him "She's immortal"
Heron:
"Immortals can die if they lose thier heads"
(Yes, I am a fan of the Highlander series)
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:49 PM | Message # 3878 |
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| (...should I?)
Reagan
I paled and looked down at the blade against my throat
Joey
I laughed, smiling. "I'll do it too."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:51 PM | Message # 3879 |
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| Dillon:
A shot rang out, as Joey fell to the ground holding his side. I picked up his sword and gave it to her. "Shall we?"
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:53 PM | Message # 3880 |
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| Reagan
I grew infuriated and drew my gun, spinning it around my finger until the barrel of my gun rested upon Heron's brow. I snagged Dillon's gun as well and pointed it at Joey. My eyes were dull. I clicked the hammer's back.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:55 PM | Message # 3881 |
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| Dillon:
I looked at her and took my gun, and shot Joey's head. I walked back and looked at Reagan.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:57 PM | Message # 3882 |
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| Reagan
I smiled at Heron. "I will kill you but out of the goodness of my heart, any words?"
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:58 PM | Message # 3883 |
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| Heron:
"Please don't kill me" I said scared
Dillon:
I heard something muffled.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:59 PM | Message # 3884 |
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| Reagan
I looked at Dillon. "What was that?"
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 11:40 PM | Message # 3885 |
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| Dillon:
I walked to a closet door, and opened it, revealing a tied up atlantian, bound and gagged.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 11:53 PM | Message # 3886 |
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| Reagan
I kept Heron at Gunpoint, watching Dillon.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 11:56 PM | Message # 3887 |
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| DIllon:
I untied the guy, and revealed it was a girl, who jumped on my and knocked me down kissing me all over. Irish pulled her off of me,and she just blushed "Sorry..." she said "My names Umino, I'm the...Empress of Atlantis...I'm sorry, i was just grateful"
I got up and looked at Irish, who just rolled her eyes at me.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 01.March.12, 8:08 AM | Message # 3888 |
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| Reagan
I turned to Heron, smirking. "Can I blow his head off now?"
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 01.March.12, 1:29 PM | Message # 3889 |
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| Dillon:
I smirked "Go ahead"
Umino:
"Thank you all so much, you now have my permission to leave atlantis, we'll even guide you to your ship"
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 01.March.12, 6:35 PM | Message # 3890 |
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| (Howdy partner)
Reagan
I pulled the trigger and smiled as he fell back, a splatter of blood hitting the walls and my face, I dropped my hands. "I want to know what happened first."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 01.March.12, 6:39 PM | Message # 3891 |
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| (howdy)
Umino:
"These idiots," I said pointing to the dead bodies "Tied me up, and held me hostage for five months...you...just saved my land" I said smiling at them.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 01.March.12, 10:33 PM | Message # 3892 |
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| Reagan
I wiped my face, only succeeding in smearing it. "Can you get us to our ship? We have children."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 02.March.12, 0:37 AM | Message # 3893 |
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| Umino:
I tapped my staff to the ground, "You're more than welcome back here." I said as we were right next to their ship "Have a nice day "
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 02.March.12, 8:14 AM | Message # 3894 |
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| Reagan
I smiled. "Thank you."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 02.March.12, 12:37 PM | Message # 3895 |
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| Dillon:
As we set sail, Irish on my side, Grim and Reagan next to each other, we looked out into the sun set realizing that this...was it for us.
(Okay your idea now, Timeskipping to certain parts of Natayla's Storm's and Dianne's childhood starts now, and you first)
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 03.March.12, 1:36 AM | Message # 3896 |
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| (Nrrgh, really sorry but I'm competition tired and stressed so I'm going to do this Sunday)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 04.March.12, 9:34 PM | Message # 3897 |
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| (okay I'll start than)
Dillon:
I looked at Natayla, now 3, holding a pop gun and pointing it at me. "Freeze, Daddy"
I chuckled and tickled her, kissing her head. She than pulled out something from my shirt, but I didn't notice.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 04.March.12, 10:16 PM | Message # 3898 |
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| Reagan
I stood at the sink, washing dishes. Diane was sitting next to me, handing dishes. I looked at her. "Will you say something for Mommy?" I asked her. She shook her head.
(I'll say that Storm is with Grim)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 04.March.12, 10:20 PM | Message # 3899 |
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| Grim:
I smiled at Storm, who looked at me, and said "Daddy...why is Dianne not speaking for mommy"
I shrugged, and walked with him
Dillon:
I looked at Natayla, who pulled out my gun. "Bang, Bang, Daddy"
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 04.March.12, 10:23 PM | Message # 3900 |
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| Reagan
I sighed and kissed her forehead gently. "Sometime soon..."
Dianne
I smiled at her giggling.
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