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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: Th, 11.August.11, 4:15 PM | Message # 376 |
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| Phoenix
I shoved my packed bag under the bed. I would leave in the morning...I walked out to Storm and sat next to him. "How's it going?" I asked. He sat a plate in my lap in response.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 4:18 PM | Message # 377 |
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I smiled at Irish, who kissed my cheek.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 4:25 PM | Message # 378 |
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I dug in and my eyes widened. "This is really good," I mumbled and he smiled. I ate the rest quickly.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 4:28 PM | Message # 379 |
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I smiled at her and she simply took me to her bar.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 4:37 PM | Message # 380 |
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We talked for a while and I immediately knew she was better. I picked her up after she had fallen asleep and placed her in her bed. I walked out smiling....
(Timeskip?)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 4:41 PM | Message # 381 |
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I streteched awake, smiling with myself. I got up, and headed to port.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 4:46 PM | Message # 382 |
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I was standing at the edge of the ocean, looking across the wide expanse of dead land, what once used to be sea. My long red hair blew in the wind and I shoulder my pack grimly. I took a step onto the cracked land and immediately felt the temperature change. I took a deep breath and began to walk. I had a VERY long way to go...
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 5:07 PM | Message # 383 |
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I smiled at Irish, and set sail.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 5:12 PM | Message # 384 |
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I felt so...wrong to be away from water, and it's true, there was no water anywhere here. I sighed and drew my hat lower, bowing my head to the burning wind.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 5:22 PM | Message # 385 |
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I set sail, and stopped at the Dead Sea. I got out of the boat and headed for a legendary stone.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 5:27 PM | Message # 386 |
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This...was..so...hot...my feet dragged against the ground as I trudged through the Dead Sea, dehydrated. I paused and took a desperate drink from my canteen. Almost gone. Shit...I placed it back in my pack and kept walking, if you could call this walking...
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 5:30 PM | Message # 387 |
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I was smart, I brought a dog. He mushed me across the dehydrated Dead Sea, and I stopped him for a break whne I spote Phoenix. I shouted "HEY PHEONIX!!!"
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 5:33 PM | Message # 388 |
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I looked over and my eyes widened. Oh bloody hell...I turned and began to run, searching for the large crack I could hide in.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 5:36 PM | Message # 389 |
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That didnt' work, because I tossed her on the sled, and gave her some water. "See, that's why I pack." I said smiling, as the dog began mushing again. "So, where you headed?"
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 5:45 PM | Message # 390 |
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I didn't respond, glaring at the sled floor.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 6:14 PM | Message # 391 |
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"Well, I'm looking for a stone, that said to have the location of the lost treasure of Blackbeard." I said smiling
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 6:21 PM | Message # 392 |
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I bit my lip. "I know where it is," I grumbled. Because Blackbeard was also lost with it....and Blackbeard was my sensei.
(Lol, completely played by ear xDD)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 6:31 PM | Message # 393 |
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"Great." I said smilign "I'll drop you off first, then you can tell me where it is"
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 7:03 PM | Message # 394 |
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"Eh...you're going to be sticking with me for a while..." I mumbled. "Cause we're both heading to Anarctica,"
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 7:10 PM | Message # 395 |
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"Great," I said smiling. "I already brought my coat for my puppy." We sledded for a while, when I stopped and said "We...should set up camp for the night."
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 7:21 PM | Message # 396 |
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"Hmph," I jumped off and walked a great distance away and set up the mini tent I brought, starting my own fire. There was no way I was sleeping within fifty feet of him, we were rivals...and my chest still hurt.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 7:25 PM | Message # 397 |
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I set up my tent, and my dog was a sleep. I sat down however, by my own fire.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 7:28 PM | Message # 398 |
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I poked the coals sadly, my knees drawn to my chest. I fingered the phoenix around my neck and pressed my forehead against my knees. This was all for the better Storm...
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 7:30 PM | Message # 399 |
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I looked at Pheonix and said "Hey, if your cold my fires big enough for two"
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 11.August.11, 7:45 PM | Message # 400 |
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I looked over at him. "I'm fine," I said quietly, looking back at the gentle flames. I blew on it and they grew bigger. I simled.
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