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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
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:06 PM | Message # 776 |
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I hugged her, "That's for helping me when I fell down." I said beaming "Captain told me that I fell and you helped my out, You really are a good friend."
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:09 PM | Message # 777 |
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| Phoenix
I couldn't help it, I jerked away. I looked up at him with wide eyes. "Y...You're welcome," I said quietly.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:23 PM | Message # 778 |
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"Thanks again" I said, heading to the ship.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:24 PM | Message # 779 |
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I ran off again, deep into the market crowd.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:38 PM | Message # 780 |
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I headed towards my ship, ready to set sail.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:40 PM | Message # 781 |
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I was walking towards Death's ship, now an hour later, a brand new cloak around my shoulders and the hood over my head.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:43 PM | Message # 782 |
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I let her on board, extatic
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:44 PM | Message # 783 |
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"Let's just go," I said quietly.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:49 PM | Message # 784 |
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I smiled and said "Let's set sail!"
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:51 PM | Message # 785 |
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I looked up, I was leaning against the railing. Salty sea air blew the hood back and my hair fell loose, the long strands of red blown back.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:51 PM | Message # 786 |
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Wow, She looks amazing.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 9:54 PM | Message # 787 |
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I sighed quietly and looked down. Dolphins were leaping alongside the ship, singing. I smiled gently, remembering how my dad would sit me on the rail and we would watch together as the dolphins jumped.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:01 PM | Message # 788 |
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I sat next to her and looked at the Dolphins
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:13 PM | Message # 789 |
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| (Any room left for me?
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:17 PM | Message # 790 |
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| (Duck, give me the link to the typewith.me? I need it for my iTouch)
Phoenix
I looked at him. "Is there any way to forget something?" I whisperred.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:19 PM | Message # 791 |
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| (Oh. No problem Matey!
BTW, can i be a scourge?)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:21 PM | Message # 792 |
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I sighed "There is no way."
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:24 PM | Message # 793 |
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| (sha, but I'd suggest being a part of Death's crew for now for we are on an epic journey)
Phoenix
I looked back down at the dolphins, silent.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:25 PM | Message # 794 |
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| (I could meet up with you and Death FOR the journey.)
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:42 PM | Message # 795 |
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| (that's the thing, they're on it and Dillon, bump!)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:43 PM | Message # 796 |
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| (Mm...
So, they are ON the journey...could I join in on the way?
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:45 PM | Message # 797 |
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| Death:
"It's okay," I sighed "Just tell me, how are we going under the sea."
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:50 PM | Message # 798 |
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| Phoenix
"You'll see when it's time," I said quietly.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 10:56 PM | Message # 799 |
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Name: Terra (Real name, Steve. He goes under Terra.)
Age: (>18) 16, the youngest of the scourges.
Gender: Male.
Personality: (You're a pirate! Arr) He is usually rather warm. However, he is prone to extreme rage and has a short temper.
Appearance: (See above) His pants are brown and stained, as well as his white shirt. He wears a grey plain coat most of the time, his skin is bright white, his hair is brown and shaggy. His eyes are purple and stormy. He wears no hat, although Naru, his pet cat, sometimes naps on his head.
Weapon: (No fancy guns...) He has a Huge sword on his back. People wonder how he can wield the 3 foot monstrosity. The reason: It's hollow.
Items: Nothing accept his sword and a plank of wood.
Bio: (Optional, but I'd have a greater respect for you if you did) The youngest of the scourge, his ship, "Leviathan" Has been around the other islands, occasionally looting. However, he has a particular fondness for Death. His position with Phoenix...Not so much.
Other: Nothing much.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 11:02 PM | Message # 800 |
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| (Phoenix is the youngest scourge, sorry D: it must remain so)
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