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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, 7:54 PM | Message # 851 |
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| (Why...are you taking down the sails?)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 7:59 PM | Message # 852 |
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| (you'll see.)
Although the Terran Territory was the smallest, it has the most amount of islands. They were just small, and spaced rather far apart.
They were rich in iron and ore. And littered with genius...
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 8:50 PM | Message # 853 |
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| (I don't believe you understand...it's not territories, just seven small city-state sized islands that are each ruled by a scourge. One island, one scourge per. And now we're sailing along the coast of Europe...)
Reagan
I slid against the wall of the cabin into a sitting position. I held my head in my knees.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 8:55 PM | Message # 854 |
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| I stopped what i was doing for a second.
There was no promise it would work. The pistons still to be fired, the entire thing still to be tested...
Ah well. That's part of the fun of it.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 8:56 PM | Message # 855 |
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| (I...can't do anything now...)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 8:59 PM | Message # 856 |
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| (Mm...I'll make up a reason...I know!)
I finished my task, and told the people to test when i got back. I jumped back onto Death's ship.
I needed to make an apology. To Phoenix.
With my luck, she will probably punch me in the face and steal my gun.
No, it's time to make peace.
I wandered down the halls, which one is her room...
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:08 PM | Message # 857 |
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I blinked a few times and looked up tiredly, I had fallen asleep against my knees...I got up with a yawn and opened the wardrobe. My eyes widened. That drunken bastard bought me dresses! I ASKED FOR TUNICS AND TROUSERS! Oh...I clenched my fist. Grim, you will pay. I sighed and undressed, pulling the dress over my head. I grimaced, watching it fall over me in a weird way. Halter top...silk...floor sweeper. This is horrible. Horribly.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:10 PM | Message # 858 |
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| Which ONE?!
I can't tell a door from a door!
I guess i have to wait until she steps out into the hall. I turn around and begin to walk back down the corridor.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:15 PM | Message # 859 |
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| Reagan
I walked out, grumbling and adjusting my dress in agrivation.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:16 PM | Message # 860 |
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| I looked behind me. There was Phoenix...
...In a dress.
Silently smiling, i went on deck.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:18 PM | Message # 861 |
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| Phoenix
I walked to the deck grumbling. I can't believe Grim bought me dresses. He will pay...
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:19 PM | Message # 862 |
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| I looked back at Phoenix, storming along.
"I'm sorry Phoenix." He said.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:20 PM | Message # 863 |
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| Phoenix
I paused and looked at him. "What?"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:22 PM | Message # 864 |
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| "I'm sorry. For blaiming you. For everything." I said, looking down a little.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:25 PM | Message # 865 |
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| Reagan
I admit it. I didn't mean this. But I was in a pissy mood, and I was tired, and still slightly scared of Grim. "Finally," I snapped.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:29 PM | Message # 866 |
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| "I know. Whenever something went missing, i thought it was you. Driveshaft missing, it's Phoenix. The smallest nut, it's phoenix. The family ruby collection, It's Phoenix..." I said. "Most of the time, i found the thing lying around only 2 minutes later. Though i never found the ruby's..."
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:47 PM | Message # 867 |
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| Phoenix
I would regret this later. "Wonderful. Lemme ask, how often did you thnk of declaring war on me?" I growled.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:48 PM | Message # 868 |
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| "When the Tri-shot was almost stolen, i was down to my last straw. I was stewing for a month about declaring war."
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 10:01 PM | Message # 869 |
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| Reagan
"I hate dresses."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 24.August.11, 9:52 AM | Message # 870 |
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| "I can tell by your mood. You look more...Angry, today."
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| Narutard | Date: We, 24.August.11, 5:52 PM | Message # 871 |
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| Reagan
"Oh really?!" I snapped. "THANKS CAPTAIN OBVIOUS!"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 24.August.11, 6:21 PM | Message # 872 |
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| I raised an eyebrow.
"your welcome." I said, smiling.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 24.August.11, 6:36 PM | Message # 873 |
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| Reagan
"Oh, leave me alone," I growled, storming off.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 24.August.11, 6:37 PM | Message # 874 |
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| I rolled my eyes. She knew how to grind my gears.
I took out the Tri-Shot, and turning it over in my hands. I smiled.
I wanted another target.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 24.August.11, 6:39 PM | Message # 875 |
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| (Get on typewith.me...and write...)
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