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Pirate Island
NarutardDate: 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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Ilovedogs2Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 3:39 AM | Message # 76
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Emily

I shouted a few instructions as the crew docked the ship again while they get their belongings.

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Watch your back next time you sail.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 3:55 AM | Message # 77
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I chuckled at that and then helped Irish clean after the crew left. Irish smiled and said "Okay, why did you give her the gun back?"

I sighed "It was her fathers. I almost lost my true treasure like that, and that's how I earned my nickname. I slaughtered an entire crew for this neckless."

Irish laughed "I know Captain Death. It's just that was a little wierd."


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:08 AM | Message # 78
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Phoenix
Father...I miss you...we all miss you, but it is because of you Death and I are rivals rather than allies. That one mistake you made...even I admit, it was idiotic.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:11 AM | Message # 79
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Irish sighed "You gonna tell her about it, she already knows it was you." She said looking at me.

I sighed and said "No, I'm not gonna do that. I like this little rivalry we have. It's kinda fun."


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:17 AM | Message # 80
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I threw my knife into the wall angrily and turned over, glaring out the window.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:23 AM | Message # 81
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Irish gave me a glare and,I looked out the window, and sighed "Fine, you're right, but if you hear gun shots I'm blaming you." I said getting in a mini ship, disquised in a black cloak. I set sail and came up to port.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:26 AM | Message # 82
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Phoenix
I couldn't sleep. I was pacing through the village in silence, my long hair blowing.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:29 AM | Message # 83
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I saw her and realized there was no one else around, so I tossed the cloak off, still wearing my normal clothes, and just waited.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:33 AM | Message # 84
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Phoenix
I wasn't watching where I was going, to lost in my thoughts, and i ran into something, falling back.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:36 AM | Message # 85
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I got up and sighed,"Okay not what I had in mind but." I got up, and made sure I had all my weapons. I did.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:43 AM | Message # 86
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Reagan
I jumped to my feet, my hand automatically flying to the butt of my gun. "Why're you here?" I growled.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:46 AM | Message # 87
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"Came to talk, not to fight." I said having my gun pointed at a point blank range. "The gun is here incase you get any bright ideas." I said, kinda smirking. "My bar manager convinced me to talk to you about what happened with Me and Your father"


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:50 AM | Message # 88
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Reagan
I gripped the butt of my gun tighter. "Go on..." I said quietly through gritted teeth.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:51 AM | Message # 89
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"Did you hate me when I took your gun with me?" I asked plain as day.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:55 AM | Message # 90
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Reagan
I paused. "No, I was just majorly pissed," I growled.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 4:59 AM | Message # 91
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"Well your father did the same thing to me." I said slowly. "He took my neckless, it belongs to my grandfather, and awoken the killer in me." I said summing it up. "Pirates face death constantly, from the sea, from disease, from famile...but most of all from their fellow pirate. The best I can give you is an apology, but that's all you are getting." I pulled my gun down and walked away.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 10:06 AM | Message # 92
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Reagan
I looked down. "You made me kill a man who didn't deserve it then," I growled. "I thought I had already gotten the killer...seems I was wrong,"


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 12:19 PM | Message # 93
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I stood in the middle of my mini boat, and looked at her island. "Sorry Reagan." My eyes had a small tear, "I'm so sorry." I set sail, with the intent on going asleep.


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Ilovedogs2Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 1:21 PM | Message # 94
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Emily

I watched them with a frown.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 6:26 PM | Message # 95
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(How are you watching us? The islands are miles apart...)
Reagan
I fired fourteen rounds into the walls of my room, crying heavily. I didn't care anymore.

Storm
I pushed through the now destroyed door and grabbed her arms. "Stop before you kill yourself," I growled. She looked up at me, tears pouring from her eyes and I sighed. She's still so young...


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 8:38 PM | Message # 96
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I set sail for another island. I haven't spoken to her in a while, but I want to know about the death threat, Emily.


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 8:52 PM | Message # 97
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Storm
I shut the door to her room again, finally having gotten her to sleep. I ran my hand through my hair and made my way back to my own room, grumbling.


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Ilovedogs2Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 9:17 PM | Message # 98
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Emily

I sat in a chair reading the letter my dad sent that been read quite a few times. I miss you dad...I promised I'll be back home soon. I'd pull out our family picture.


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Dillon0909Date: Sa, 06.August.11, 9:19 PM | Message # 99
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I pulled up to port, and shot in the air to get some attention. "Emily, I know you are on your Island for once. Time for a little Chat."


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NarutardDate: Sa, 06.August.11, 9:24 PM | Message # 100
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I patroled the island, grumbling.


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