Treasure

TIM


Tim looked at Velna, "Tim, duh! I'm not an idiot! You think'd I'd be so stupid to change my name as well! God! I may act like a guy, but that doesn't mean I'm as stupid as one!"

Velna looked back, slightly irritated, she looked rather angry, it made Tim angry right back, "Look I came here to ask you if you could please keep . .. my . . . secret .. . a secret, but now I think I really just don't care what you do!"

Tim nearly pulled her hair off, "Gods! YOU ARE SO IRRITATIN!G!!!! Can't you ever be nice?"

Velna just stared at Tim as if she was crazy.

"I give up."

Tim started crying, the tears suddenly flooding from her eyes, "Why can't anyone ever be nice to me?"

She was now on her knees resting her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably, "Why? Why . . . why can't anyone . . ever be . . .nice to me?"



*wholey moley what happeend to the tough as steel Tim? Well you'll find out ^^*

Velna:

"Um, Tim, we've all tried being nice. You just keep being mean to us. I can't help that I don't want to be nice to someone that is constantly mean to me." Velna said crossing her arms. "You ok?"

*grrr*

*CAN I STILL JOIN?*

Name: Fat Carl Monday
Age: 32
Height: 175 cm
Weight: heavy
Nationality: English
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Role: A fat, slob pirate.
He is a rouge pirate, changes sides all the time (like jack sparrow ) He is very stubborn and loves gold and treasures, otherwise a great pirate.

http://home.flash.net/~dadis/pirate/Pirate.jpg

Fat Carl Monday:


Fat Carl Monday was was walking around the ship looking for his rum bottle, when he saw Tim crying.
He looked with foolish amazement.
Why is the lad crying? he thought.
"Oi. Tim, why are ye' crying, lad?!" He shouted
Tim looked at him for a while and then continued his crying.
Weird lad, that one. He thought. He put his hand into his pocket to get his pipe but his hand touched a bottle. He pull out the old ale bottle.
"It ain't rum but it will have to do."
He walked to Tim
"Tim, mi lad, take a sip of some ale. Brighten up. I can't stand to see a grown man crying'."
He held the bottle close to Tim. Tim took the bottle.

(Lord Anzius, people see Tim as a guy and only I write her as a girl, okay? That clear up things a little? ^^)


TIM


Tim first shouted at Velen, "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M OKAY!?!?!?"

Velna sniffed and walked off, then a middle-aged pirate began to talk. AFter he finished Tim took the bottle from his hands;Tim looked at the slobbbish pirate and threw him a half-hearted grin, "Thanks."

Fat Carl looked at him as if he was crazy and said, "Just drink it, it'll calm ye down some."

Tim nodded and downed the whole bottle in one gulp. Carl stared at her in amazemnt; Tim smiled and gave him back the bottle, wipiing away tears she said, "Thanks. Thanks alot for being nice."

Carl looked at her for a moment then replied . . .. . .

Fat Carl Monday:


"Don't mention it, lad." Carl said
He turned. "I got to go and find my bottle of rum." he said under his breath
"see a later lads."

(Uhh, Lord Anzius, I appreciate the ale in all, but please put some grammar and punctuation into your sentences, it's extremly hard to read. ^^)


TIM


Tim nodded and a devious grin grew on her face, "You wanna know where they keep the stock?"

Carl froze and turned around sharply, "RUM STOCK?"

Tim raised an eyebrow, "Interested?"

Fat Carl Monday:

Carl could feel his every part turning warmer only of the idea of that large amount of rum.
He helped the boy up.

"I'm very interested, indeed." He was grinning like a maniac

Fat Carl Monday:

The boy walked infron of carl as the headed towards a trap door that Carl had not seen before.

TIM


Tim grinned her mischeivous grin, that many did not ever see and live to tell the tale.

The trap door led to a hiddren basemnt, Tim whispered, "And this is where the sotkcs be."

Carl's eyes widened as they rested upon the barrels of rum stacked ontop of each other.

Tim laughed, mirth and joy fueling her actions. She gestured towards it, "All you can drink."

Carl stood in shock, . . .

CARL:

Carl looked in awe at the huge piles of rum "You mi' lad have been sent from the heavens above." Carl remarked before he took a 10 empty bottles from his pockets and went to fill them up.
He filled one small silvery scotch bottle and threw it to Tim. "'Ere you'r lad. Thanks for showing me this place." Carl smiled

Tim smiled back his mischievous grin

Chris

He cleared his throat behind the two of them, "Carl? Tim? Could you two please explain what you're doing here? Stealing from the captain's stock wouldn't put him in a great mood, so I'm sure you've got a better reason for being here."

Fat Carl Monday:

Chris stood behind them. Carl turned around sulckily "Well, Chris mi' lad. How are ye'? Well me and I, were getting a little bit thirsty and mi' lad Tim here came to help me with mi' thirst, I came here to get a little sib." Carl smiled

Chris looked at his hands "A little sib with ten bottles?" He asked

Carl did not stop smiling "Well it is a little sib for me"

TIM

Tim paused unsure to turn around or not, but Carl took the situation in fast and she backed him up.

"Yeah, he was just looking for a little sip."

She quickly shoved the silver falsk into her shirt.

Biting her lip she slowly put back a couple of rum bottles she had been about to hand to Carl.

Chris was still talking to Carl and she stood silently waiting for something more to happen.

I'm bringing this back to life! Come on guys! This was actually one of the successful ones!

Tim

Tim screamed, the ship shook as somehting hit it. She lost her balance and fell to the floor. Some came down, "We're being ttacked! It's the NAVY!"

Tim looked around, if they were captured she would set free of this place . . . but she was beginning to like it here.

Another canon hit the ship and it rocked violently. She held onto some of the barrels to stay up.

Chris walked out first followed by Carl then Tim, they each held onto the railing as if it was their life; which in fact it was.

Tim began, "If we're captured . . . am I a hostage or part of the crew?"

Chris and Carl looked at her, and she dreaded their answers, "Dont' answer if you don't want to!"

SHe stormed off, but was knocked off her feet by another canon blast hit them, she grolwed, "By the time we're captured this whole thing is going to be a bloody piece of riddled cheese!"

Chris and Carl looked at each other, than Carl took a large swig form some of the rum he had, "You heard the hostage, we have to move!"

Tim heard Carl's reaction amd smiled, "That's more like it!"