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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, 23.August.11, 4:47 PM | Message # 826 |
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| (Forgive me for that Duck...I had to stay in character D:)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 4:51 PM | Message # 827 |
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| I turned to her.
"RUIN everything....Say, where is that GEM you stole from me?!" I said, trying to hold in my anger.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 4:56 PM | Message # 828 |
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| Phoenix
I smirked. "At the bottom of the ocean," I giggled. "I had no need for it,"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 4:57 PM | Message # 829 |
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| "THEN WHY DID YOU STEAL IT?!" I said, throwing my hands in the air.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 4:59 PM | Message # 830 |
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I looked at him for a moment. "I only do things to make you mad, you have the funniest reactions. Here," I tossed him the gem. "I lied.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:03 PM | Message # 831 |
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| I looked back at her. I smiled.
"Thanks." I said. "Now...What about the Tri-Shot?" I said, pointing another finger.
(She doesn't know what that is...)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:06 PM | Message # 832 |
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| Death:
I walked away and headed to the cabin.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:10 PM | Message # 833 |
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| (Now, you know that the golden gun is her father's and if you imply that it's your she's going to blow your head off...right?)
Phoenix
"Fudge off," I growled. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm going to go lay down," I said, walking towards the lower cabins.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:11 PM | Message # 834 |
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| "Arrghk...She stole that too." I muttered to myself, sitting on the railing.
(No, it's HIS gun, the Tri-shot.)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:11 PM | Message # 835 |
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| Death:
I looked out into sea, ready to see my dream.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:14 PM | Message # 836 |
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| (Why...is he just staying, I'm confused...And it'll be in her cave of treasure, inaccesable by any but herself and her first mate but she doesn't normally steal guns...Can't we just say he blames her?)
Phoenix
I sat down on the bed, afraid to sleep really. I looked at the inviting bed and sighed.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:15 PM | Message # 837 |
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| (He blames her for most everything. That's part of the problem.)
I jumped back into my boat, and wandered down the corridors.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:21 PM | Message # 838 |
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| Death:
"Terra, your staying with us." I called out to him
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:24 PM | Message # 839 |
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| Phoenix
I sighed and laid down, staring up at the ceiling and before I could stop it, sleep overwhelmed me and I drifted off.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 6:41 PM | Message # 840 |
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| I walked back onto the deck of my ship, my face wearing slight confusement. "Ok then..." Added (23.August.11, 4:41 PM)
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"Just one thing i need to take care of..." I shouted to Death, storming off down the corridor.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 6:55 PM | Message # 841 |
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I jerked awake, coated in sweat, pale, shaking. Twice now, that horrid dream...once more and it'd count as a recurring. Please, please no...I want to forgive and forget...
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 6:56 PM | Message # 842 |
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| I woke up, and quickly looked to my left.
Yes. The glass case was untouched.
And the thing inside...My Greatest Creation.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 7:09 PM | Message # 843 |
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| Phoenix
I sat up weakly, holding my chest.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 7:18 PM | Message # 844 |
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| The Tri-shot.
It resembled a British musket. Accept for the fact that it had 3 barrels and one handle.
An intricate network of gears made sure it was rotatable and multi-shoot able.
It had taken me a year to make.
And in the handle...Was a emerald, gleaming green. A family heirloom.
That Idiot Phoenix had robbed me of everything accept for this and my sword.
Carefully opening the case, i pulled it out. It was loaded.Added (23.August.11, 5:18 PM)
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I turned the barrel, hearing the click of the gear system.
As per usual, he walked over to his port window, which faced the sea. He aimed down the sights, and let off 3 quick blasts in successive.
BLAM
BLAM
BLAM.
They were not as loud as a cannon, though they were definitive.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 7:24 PM | Message # 845 |
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| Phoenix
I jumped in surprise at the gunshots and closed my eyes. Geez...
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 7:26 PM | Message # 846 |
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| I laughed.
I'm glad i made this.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 7:29 PM | Message # 847 |
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| Phoenix
Is hungry. I made my way upstairs to eat.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 7:32 PM | Message # 848 |
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| I made my way out of my room, onto the deck. My sword strapped to my back, along with the Tri-shot, fully loaded.
"Death said he wanted me to stay here...So i will. That sadly means getting along with Phoenix."
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 7:50 PM | Message # 849 |
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| Phoenix
I was irritable, not having any actual sleep. Heavy bags lay beneath my eyes, the whites of my eyes bloodshot. I yawned.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 7:51 PM | Message # 850 |
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| Half-rested, i climbed the rigging's to take down the sails.
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