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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: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:02 AM | Message # 7451 |
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| Thalia
I sobbed in her arms, holding her tight.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:08 AM | Message # 7452 |
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| Natayla:
"THIS WILL BE GREAT!"
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:10 AM | Message # 7453 |
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| Thalia
I nodded.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:11 AM | Message # 7454 |
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| Natayla:
I smiled and said "Lets go"
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:13 AM | Message # 7455 |
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| Thalia
I nodded.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:14 AM | Message # 7456 |
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| Natayla:
I smiled and kissed her on the lips and laid on the bed.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:16 AM | Message # 7457 |
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| Thalia
I curled up next to her.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:16 AM | Message # 7458 |
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| (T.S. to the ship setting sail?)
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:19 AM | Message # 7459 |
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| (Sure)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:24 AM | Message # 7460 |
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| Natayla:
I nodded as we all got on. Sally looked at me and said "Is miss Reagan coming"
I sighed and looked out. "I hope...if not...well...we're on our own"
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:26 AM | Message # 7461 |
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| Reagan
I balanced on my crutches and looked at Grim. "I'll miss you.."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:30 AM | Message # 7462 |
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| Grim:
I smiled and kissed her "I'll miss you too"
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:31 AM | Message # 7463 |
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| Reagan
"Help me over..." I limped to the ship, holding my crutches tightly.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:31 AM | Message # 7464 |
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| Grim:
I sighed "Dianne...I don't care what your mother has told her...heal her damn side...and try to ignore what she is saying to you"
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:35 AM | Message # 7465 |
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| Dianne
"No Dad...I fear her more than you," I said.
Reagan
I got on my boat to sail over. "Grim, come on!"
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:38 AM | Message # 7466 |
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| Grim:
I sighed "Fine than" I got on the ship and sailed off.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:39 AM | Message # 7467 |
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| Thalia
"Hey...she's coming!"
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:40 AM | Message # 7468 |
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| Natayla:
I looked over with glee.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:42 AM | Message # 7469 |
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| Reagan
I leaned on Grim.
Thalia
I smiled.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:43 AM | Message # 7470 |
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| Grim:
I helped her aboard and said "Keep her safe Natayla"
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:44 AM | Message # 7471 |
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| Thalia
I helped her to a seat. "Yes sir, we will."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:45 AM | Message # 7472 |
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| Grim:
"Than...happy sailing"
Natayla:
I smiled and set sail, my crew just gushing over Reagan.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:48 AM | Message # 7473 |
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| Reagan
I smiled weakly.
Thalia
I looked at Natayla.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:50 AM | Message # 7474 |
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| Natayla:
I smiled as the crew started to ask her abillion questions
Sally:
"So how did you meet Grim?"
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 12.June.12, 2:53 AM | Message # 7475 |
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| Reagan
"When Dillon kidnapped me."
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