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The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
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Maribel ~~ no ship and soon to be part of something else?! *inner yay*
A seagull's call had been echoed throughout my hearing range.
"What in bloody hell's name?" I looked up slowly at my feathery companion, and i cursed. What had happened last night? No one will know really. I remember going to the main land with my crew and drinking a little too much of that island rum, I sighed and slowly got up expecting to be in a little boat in the sand, the joke of the crew. They always did that, "captain of your own mighty ship!" they would banter me. I looked down at my clothes, of course they had put me in the usual "captains outfit". My clothes were back at the sip and I wretched up, "damn my head hurts....." I mumbled
I jerked my head around, all water. I looked right, water. I looked left, more water, I did a full 360 turn, all water. I put my head between my legs, those idiots forgot about the morning's high tide and now I was alone and in the middle of the ocean. At least I had some run still left, something I could use to keep my sanity. I rigged up the small sail and set forth onto the unknown.
I sailed all day and eventually saw a ship in the distance. My weapons were attached to my costume that those idiots had put together and I played with the knives. Ahead was a ship, being shot at by another ship, I laughed.
More pirates eh?
I looked around at the faceless ocean. "Onward crew!" I shouted to no one in specific and I went as fast as my little dingy would carry me. I smirked at how much fun I would have, someone fell off the boat and landed in my ship with a thunk.
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
Carl- captain of the wrath- currently fighting on the siren:
He stepped over one of his men's dead body, he was on the upper deck and was facing a woman.. The captain, "Hello 'ere puppet," he grinned and slashed his sword at her, she ducked to the other side, Carl pulled out his gun and shot, it hit her on her shoulder. SHe yelpped in pain but continued fighting. She hit Carl on his leg with her sword.
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
She was lying on the ground, a clearly horrible position to be in during a fight. As she slashed at the captain's leg with her sword, she swung up with her arm and knocked the gun out of her hand.
"How do you like 'em apples?" She asked, pulling herself to her feet. "You don't seriously think you could win against me with just guts alone, do ya? Without your gun you're nothing but fat!"
Ellisa laughed, and pulled the sword up against his throat, her breathing ragged, her eyes fierce. "Don't tell me this is the end of the line for you Friday. I thought you had more in you. But judging by the seas tonight, Davey Jones is looking for another. It may as well you be. Your fat body will quench his hunger for a while, I'm sure!"
Mutt barked at the top of the stairs. They both turned their heads to look. Carl Friday took that moment to jump back and reach for his sword. Despite the throbbing pain in her shoulder, Cap'n Ellisa motioned with her head for him to come. She knew a thing or two about fighting, even if she was a lady.
- - -
Again, sorry.
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
He spun the wheel as hard as he could, then held it in place. He had no idea why Altaya seemed so bent on making an enemy of two ships at once, but if she wanted to do that, he might as well make sure that they could hit them with a full broadside attack.
The ship gradually started to turn, even as it pushed on towards the two joined ships. Samuel gritted his teeth, it was going to be close. At this rate, he was worried that they'd collide with the other ship.
Damnit! I need to get myself a weapon, but if I stop holding the wheel, we'll crash for sure!
Serrino Fortner - Crew
Serrino had the good grace to look surprised at the sight of the two ships they were closing with. Everyone else on deck was doing something - battle preparations or the seemingly futile attempt of preventing their ship from running into one of the others.
He sighed and slipped off his coat, it would probably only hinder him in the battle that was fast approaching. He checked that his rapier was at his side and his flintlock pistol loaded.
Now...how am I going to get out of this one? he thought. He looked around, Well, we don't really have anything of value, so maybe I can convince whoever we'll be fighting that shooting at us is just a waste of amunition...
Of course, that wouldn't have made a difference if they were fighting the authorities, but luckily, he'd seen no national colours being flown from either of these ships. So he supposed they were a little lucky in that regard. "Thank god for small mercies," he muttered, leaning against the mast as the distance between The Phoenix and the other ships began to get less and less.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Maribel~~ Captain of...a dingy... needs a real ship.. like now..
"WEEEEEEEE!" I cried as the raging canon balls dodges my little toy boat. I smiled at the fun I was having, the thunk turned out now to be a body, but a bag of potatoes. I had the bottle of rum and the wheel of the dingy in one hand. I laughed and giggled, I was gonna die now so why not be drunk while I was at it?
A white ladder on the side of the boat caught my attention and I quickly drove over to it. I hopped off and climbed the ladder. I avoided the stabs and bangs and walked over to the captain's bunker door.
I collapsed when I stepped inside and went to a deep slumber.
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
He saw the other captain flung at him with her sword. carl jumped on the floor and the slash missed his head by inches.
"i'm sorry but I am more than only fat," He laughed and kicked the woman's leg from under her.
He took his sword and stood up his sword pointing at the captain's throat. And then he hit her... with the blunt side of the sword... on her wrist, she yelped and let go of her sword. Carl snatched her by her collar and brought her up, then he took his gun and pointed it at the woman's head.
"I don't want ye dead.... People who still breathe are of much mor use.
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
Okay, seeing the ending that you made, I'm going to pretend you're holding her captive, okay?
Cap'n Ellisa Jones~ Siren Song
The blade bit into her neck as Fat Carl Friday pulled her to her feet. She felt tears brimming at the edges of her eyes, but she blinked them back. The old captain would be so disappointed in her right now. This had never happened to him.
Carl dragged her down the steps. Mutt was barking and yelping, afraid that his master would be hurt. Mutt. "Mutt! Kill command!" Cap'n Ellisa managed to bark out hoarsley. The dog came bounding towards the two, jumping up at Carl. He made Carl stumble forward, losing the grip on Ellisa's collar.
She dragged the dagger that was in her cape pocket, and held it forward, as Mutt pinned the man to the ground. Carl, though, started to scramble up. Mutt, however, knew that he hadn't been called off, so he bit at Carl's legs and hands.
- - -
Is that okay?
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
The crew was preparing for the battle that was quickly approaching. The two ships ahead were swarming with fighting pirates and the blast of pistols and the deep boom of cannons could easily be heard. Samuel was at the helm, fighting desperately to keep the ship from plunging into one of the others.
I grabbed the first weapon I saw, a small pistol, and took the stairs two at a time to reach my first mate. He glanced over at me, uncertainty clear on his face. I handed him the pistol and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"I've set Liam to watch the wounded and take in any injured we get. You know what to do if anything goes wrong, right? Try to find the captains, and if things get out of hand then retreat."
He nodded firmly and cast his eyes back out towards the other two ships. They were getting closer and closer, and the sky was a dull gray overhead.
I drew my sword from it holder and stared forward grimly. Today wasn't turning out to be the best of days.
Be the cartoon heart. Light a fire, light a spark. Light a fire, flame in my heart. We'll run wild, we'll be glowing in the dark.
"OUch damn mutt," He hissed. He kicked the barking dog on it's nose making it fly down the stairs with a thump when it hit the floor.
He took his gun and pointed it at the woman, tthw woman pointed him with her dagger, right at his neck.
"What a pickle, ain't it?" He grinned.
"What now?" Aksed the other captain,
"Well I can only express it with one word.... Fire ALL CANNONS!!!"
The was a hughe roaring sound as the cannons hit the Siren straight to it's lower side making both Carl and the other captain loose balance.
THe woman grapped the railing, but seeing that carl was already on the ground.. he kicked her legs under her... again.
He took hold of the railing and walked down to the deck, "It seems that your ship has got some serious damage to it," He took out a rock from his pocket, "It wouldn't last too long anymore,"
He took some hay from his other pocket and dropped it on the floor. He took another rock and then he hit the two rocks together over the hay.
"Let's have a little bonfire now would we?"
**Is that okay?**
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
"Fire the cannons? You said that's one word... that's three Friday." Ellisa growled, lying on the floor of the deck. She stared up with dark eyes, her beautiful face smeared in blood.
Mutt was lying motionless on the ground. Please. Don't let him be dead..., Ellisa trailed off. Friday was busy doing something. "Let's have a little bonfire now, shall we?"
Ellisa's eyes widened in horror as the flames burst into the sky, the sparks cackling at her, practically saying "What a fool you are, mortal!"
As the flames bit at the railing, slinking their way up, Friday was readying himself to jump off the boat. "May the Siren's drown you!" Ellisa called out. Panciked, she hopped up. Using the rope, she swung down onto the main deck, and grabbed the keys, unlocking the door to her office. "Get out!" Ellisa growled at the 'Cervantes de Leon' man, and freed his hands. "Its your fault this ship is burning. I hope you burn in Hell!" She cursed him, her tongue ready to fire off a few more words.
She hurriedly ran out, yelling commands to her ship. But as another round of cannons were fired, a ship in the distance rose. As if from the shadows of the navy sky behind it. There were no masses, no flags... no lights. "The ghost ship...," Ellisa practically whimpered.
Annelise was behind her in a snap. "We have to abandon ship!" Her voice was filled with haste. Ellisa held a hand up. The fighting that was raging on the deck soon subsided as everyone stared in wonder at the ghost ship, heading straight for the burning Siren Song.
- - -
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
"It is your fault the ship is burning! I hope you burn in Hell!" She roared at Leon but before he could make a comment she burst out through the doors again, leaving him standing there bewildered.
"Oh dear. I believe that was fairly a mean thing to say." Leon muttered to himself slipped out through the door and onto the ravaged deck. People were fighting savagely, some were even jumping ship. But what alarmed Leon was the fire rising on the one side of the ship. "Damn it! At least my hands are untied!"
Leon bolted to the other side of the ship, just narrowly missing a sword flying his way. "What the hell is going on here!?" Leon called out to the fighting crew. Some turned their heads over in surprise. Most just continued fighting.
"Oh t'ere you are! The Captain'd looking for you!" Leon turned and saw Mr. Collins staring up at him.
"Damn it."
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Sorry, for not posting sooner. I was unable to get a hold of a computer.
~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
Samuel steered the ship drastically closer to a ship that looked chaotic from a distance. As Altaya examined it she noticed flames that licked at the wood and blazed bright red. A mast was beginning to tumbled, crackling till it snapped like thunder on the deck of the ship.
"Cap'n there's fire!" Her voice went up two octaves. Doc came to stand next to her and gazed through the thick fog. The rain wasn't lighting up and it wasn't exactly the type of weather any of them wanted to fight in.
"Aye," was his only reply.
"Aye! Aye, he says! Lot a good that does!" She burst in his face and quickly lit the cord leading to the cannon. There wouldn't be a fight that she wasn't part of.
"What are you doing!" Tanya's voice came out of nowhere as she suddenly appeared and pushed the cannon in the other direction. A boom shook the air as a cannonball was released, only to land somewhere in the ocean.
"What in Davy Jones locker are you doing," Altaya tackled Tanya and managed to slap her until Doc pulled her off.
Screams echoed from one of the two boats and all attention was turned back to the fire. They would have to deal with this squabble later. Samuel's voice could be heard shouting out a command.
**Hope that's okay**
If I can impact one person, just one, with my writing before I die, then I've lived a great life
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