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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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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 11:03 PM | Message # 801 |
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| (DARNIT.
Fine. He is 19.)
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 11:15 PM | Message # 802 |
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| (okay :D)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 11:41 PM | Message # 803 |
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| (Now...)
The LEVITHAN wasn't a big ship.
It was slightly small. It only had 6 cannons.
But that was enough. Anyone who saw it's purple-dyed sails fluttering would know who's it was.
Terra.
I stepped onto the deck. The morning was fine. Warm, but still a little chilly. Naru dozed on my head.
In the distance i could make out a ship. Who's?
"Bring us in closer." I barked to the helmsman.Added (21.August.11, 9:37 PM)
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(Comeon, post.) Added (21.August.11, 9:41 PM)
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"It appears to be Miss Phoenix." I muttered. Naru sat up and hissed.
"Should we board?"
"No. She's too strong. Although she DOES have something that belongs to me..." I said, thinking.
After a few minutes, i made up my mind. "They appear to be going to where we are. Crown jewels of Europe." I said, loud enough for the crew to hear. "That treasure is OURS, Smegit! For SO LONG Phoenix has marred my victorys and glorys...But now...I shall victor. ONWARD!" I yelled, pulling out my sword and lofting it. The crew cheered.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 11:47 PM | Message # 804 |
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| (DARNIT IT DIDNT POST! it's Death's ship, Phoenix is technically their prisoner)
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 11:48 PM | Message # 805 |
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| (And the crown jewels...are back in Europe)
Phoenix
I looked up. Oh shit. I jumped down, backing away from the rail. Death...where was he?!
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 11:50 PM | Message # 806 |
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| (Oh. FaceDesk.
Well, he does know that Phoenix is on the ship, right?)Added (21.August.11, 9:50 PM)
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(Ok, i am a LITTLE lost.)
"Smeg, she has something that belongs to me! I want it BACK!" I shout to my crew.
We begin to zero in on the ship.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 11:56 PM | Message # 807 |
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| (I doubt it...but I gtg so this has to wait! Night! <3 U!)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 21.August.11, 11:57 PM | Message # 808 |
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| (Dangit. Night!)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 4:52 PM | Message # 809 |
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| (....cannot post until Dillon is on....)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 4:53 PM | Message # 810 |
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| (Arrghk.)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:28 PM | Message # 811 |
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| (Someone fill me in please?)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:29 PM | Message # 812 |
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| (I'm headed to your boat, on my boat.)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:31 PM | Message # 813 |
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| (And Reagan has paled and is slowly backing away)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:31 PM | Message # 814 |
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| Death:
I watched from a distance, and had my hand on my flintlock, ready to shoot if nessisary.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:33 PM | Message # 815 |
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| "Ho, Death." I said, raising my sword. "It's been a while."
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:34 PM | Message # 816 |
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| Phoenix
"Death...that's Terra," I said quietly.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:35 PM | Message # 817 |
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| (You're still to far away to do that...)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:37 PM | Message # 818 |
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| (Oh.)
We sailed in a little closer. I was visible beside the helmsman, staring ahead.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:38 PM | Message # 819 |
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| Death:
"Let him aboard." I said sighing.
Grim:
I saluted and helped Terra on the ship.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:40 PM | Message # 820 |
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| I stepped on board, sword still in it's sheath. Naru dozed on my head.
I noticed Phoenix, and turned to Death.
"Greetings, old friend." I said, smiling.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:40 PM | Message # 821 |
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I stood beside Death, hood back, glaring at Terra. I crossed my arms irritably.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 6:53 PM | Message # 822 |
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| I glared back at her.
I didn't really know why we couldn't stand each other.
Whatever it was, it was her fault.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 0:15 AM | Message # 823 |
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| Death:
"Terra, why did you come here." I said growling.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 3:34 PM | Message # 824 |
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| "I was about to ask you the same question." I said sneering.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 4:46 PM | Message # 825 |
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| Reagan
"Obviously because he wants to ruin everything again," I sneered, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "He always does.":
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