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Maribel~~ on the wrath?

I looked around the captain's cabin for more drinks and discovered none, probably hid them..I thought to myself in my drunken state, get it together Maribel.

"Why in the god's name are you on my ship?" the large fellow finally asked me.

"It is a funny story really.." I tried not to slur

"How did you get that island brew?" The scary person commanded and I covered my ears.

"Leone...." Carl simmered

"I came from the izlands," I stopped and composed myself again, "My crew thought it would be funny to put me in a dingy on the," I stopped and composed myself again, "the tide caught it on the beach and off I went to almost Davey Jones locker, the idiots me hearties were."

"Lass are you a captain?"

"She can't be, she is too young." Leone mumbled.

I rolled my eyes at his comment and went back to tlking to the captain, "I'm she, the youngest Lass to run her crew"

"Never heard of ya" Leone commentated again.

"Ye own your own crew?"

"Aye" total lie but it could most likely deem me more useful than a first mate.

Just to let all of you know, most of you are spelling Leon's name wrong. It is just plain Leon. But I understand if you purposefully spell it wrong when it is dialogue because they are pirates after all, and they always mis-pronounce things. And you don't always have to call him Leon. You can think of any nick-name you want. I call him Leon because it is easier than spelling out his whole name everytime.

The Wrath~ Cervantes de Leon.

"Okay! I understand why her crew would send her off on a dingy randomly because it is quite obvious she is a hopeless drunk," Leon got a well-deserved unappreciative look from Carl at this moment. "But, there is no way in the world she could be a god-forsaken captain! She is way to young."

"But Leonne, remember the young poppet over d'ere?" Carl responded, gesturing Captain Ellisa's way. "She barely looks o'er twenty."

"Fine then, but one more thing!" Leon straightened up at this moment, trying to define his hieght difference between Captain Carl and him. Leon tended to use his abnormal height as an advantage at times like these. "Why would the crew send their own 'Captain' away on a dingy!?"

"Because they were sick of her." Captain Ellisa scoffed.

"You dare mock me!" Maribel stood on her tippy toes trying to use the ame effect as Leon, but with one movement of the boat, she fell back onto the floor.

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~Incognito

Cap'n Ellisa Jones~ The Wrath of the Siren (<- XD Incognito)

"Everyone, get to your stations! Its time to get this ship out of here!"

Carl broke off. "What? Who do you think you are! This is my ship, not yours! You are a prisoner on my ship!"

"Look," Ellisa slammed her foot down onto the wooden deck and crossed her arms over her chest, "you were the one who so gracisouly invite us aboard. We could've declined, but seeing your frazzled appearance just convinced me to come aboard and help. Obviously you haven't the faintest idea what you are doing. So, in honour of the fact that we have double the captains, double the crew, and double the drunks"-- Ellisa jerked a thumb towards Leon and Maribell-- "I think we should call ourself the 'Wrath of the Siren'!"

"No, we won't because this is my ship!"

"This is my ship, wa wa. I don't care!"

"Now, Annelise, Leon! Swab the decks or you walk the planks!" She said, her voice lowering with intensity on every word.

"No." Leon said simply, but Annelise already had a mop in hand.

"What do you mean no?" Ellisa was standing on her tippy-toes trying to intimidate him. He was still much taller. "Why does he refuse, Carl?"

"It's Captain Carl, to you there, poppet," Carl huffed. "Why does he refuse? Obviously the point of the matter is because this is my ship! Not yours, mine. And secondly, Leon never does anything, poppet. I don't even know why we keep him here."

"To kick me when I'm hurt and broken, just to get your entertainment?" Leon guessed, his voice filled with anguish.

"Ah, yes, that's it!" Carl declared. "Now, everyone, to your stations! Get this ship out of here!" Carl began pacing the right side of the desk. Ellisa took her cape and pulled it tight around her soaked and frigid body, and strode along the left side, in sync with Carl. "What he said!" Ellisa yelled, her voice as loud as his.
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Did I get Carl right? And Leon.

Maribel~~~ *i like it!* Wrath of the Siren

Maribel looked out onto the crowded deck of the ship, her head pounded and every sound was her enemy. The two captains were arguing and it was quite annoying, she wanted to be back on her ship with her crew but it was impossible when to tell her next meeting. She wandered down to the kitchen and picked up a few stray pieces of bread and munched. She wasn't doing anything so she went to the crow's nest and did what she always did when she was bored, sleep.

She was interrupted with a boom of voice, "WHAT ON BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?"

*you got carl right alright, (he is like the hybrid of Jack sparrow and Barbossa)*
Carl- captain of Wrath of the siren:

He looked at the mast lying on the ground, then he turned to look at the ghost ship, he saw even another ship starting to shoot at the ghost ship but didn't watch the rest.

"Miss Jones why in the blazes did you shoot the mast of MY ship?"

"For the same reason you burned MY ship,"

"Well I hope ye have a good builder 'cos I don't,"

"As a matter of fact I do," She beckoned one of the rowers to her side and pointed at the mast, then the man went to gather a few men and walked to the mast.

"Ah, the woman was of some use,"

"More than you and yer fat stomach will be," She snapped and turned her back at Carl.

Carl Hmped, "Hmp," he went.

Cap'n Ellisa Jones- The Wrath of the Siren

Ellisa was busily making her way around the ship, introducing herself to the crew. Many of the men didn't believe that she was really a captain, she would load the gun it put it to their chin. "Does that convince you more, now?" Ellisa would purr, and yell a command in their ear.

"This is my ship!" Carl yelled.

"Well, I'm doing a better job being captain of it than you are!"

"I think not!"

"Ya-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

So the two captains had their childish fight. Whoop-dy-doo. Twas a loud night on the Wrath of the Siren. Not many were able to speak because of the constant bantering between the two captains.
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Is that okay, Anzius?

Of course

Carl -captain of the wrath of the siren:

They were loosing the dhost ship while the other ship was shooting at it.
"Men! We've lost the ghost ship!" He shouthed.
There were a few shouts of Hoorayhs.
"And now... The prisoners in chackles."

The old crew of the siren stood up and Elissa walked to Carl "What is the meaning of this?"

"Aye, Mi poppet, did ya really think ye had any authorithy on my ship?"
"Now see here without my crew we would be dead now,"

"Aye, your right... Men release the crew, and chackle the lady!"

"What! No! Carl you cannot go through with this!"
"Don''t ye be going telling what I shan't and what I shall do mi poppet, I'm the captain here."

She took a step back and drawed a dagger, "Don't take a step closer,"

"Collins!"

There ´was a fush and the dagger was on the ground, Collins was standing tottally still, with a bow in his hands."

"Now poppet I see ye have a few choises, for ye freedom, I need a favor, or more... Or ye can hang in the cells or I can just kill ye now,"

"You wouldn't get away with it,"

Carl turned to the crew "If I were to kill this lovely lady here, who of you would have something aggainst it?"

Ten men lifted their hands.
"You there, the bearded guy," Carl waved.
"Why would you feel bad?"

"It would be a pity to loose something so lovely,"

"And you "Smiley" Sam Sammson?"

"She could be used to more than one thing on the ship," He said with a smile.

Carl grinned "She could, couldn't she? And you long guy?"

"Well I feel it would be unethical and-" There was a shot and the long guy fell down.

"Any one else feel strongly about the subject?"

"No!"

"Good... And throw that carrcas overboard."



"SO what is your reguest Carl?"

"Nothing much... I just need you to lead me to the Island death,"

"Well that's an unimaginative name."

"We pirates don't have much head for names poppet,"

Elissa sighed "How can I lead you to the Island of Death, I don't know where it is,"

"Yes but I do... The problem is that only a female captain, like yerself, can sail a ship into the island."

*OH MY GOSH! You are the most clever person ever! -high fives-*

Cap'n, and Captive, Ellisa Jones - Prisoner of The Wrath of the Siren.

As Carl's first mate, Mr Collins, shakled her wrists, Ellisa felt so ... so ... filled with rage. The intensity was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. But she didn't want to hurt just those men who'd made those rude comments towards her, but she wanted to hurt herself.

She felt like she deserved all the stining pain that the metal shackles sent pulsing through her arms. After a few hours of sitting in a dingy dungeon, Ellisa finally slipped the tight shackles from behind her back, and-- with a bit of struggling and piercing pain in her knees, hips, and shoulders-- pulled her watch from her pocket.

Eleven fifty-nine, fifty-nine. Almost twelve a.m, it said. The clock had once been her old captain's. It'd stopped working at the exact time when he'd died. Gustav, her first mate, said it was some sort of coincidence, but Ellisa believed it was something more.

The door creaked open, a shrill and piercing sound in the musty and dark room. Light streamed in, but was soon blocked out greatly but a rather plump figure. "Whadya want, Carl?" Ellisa hissed, staring at the golden hands of the clock. Her sad reflection stared back at her, reminding her only too clearly of how much of a failiure she truly was.

"What time is it, poppet?"

"Eleven fifty-nine, fifty-nine, poppet," Ellisa mocked Carl, with an extremely horrible impression of his voice, screwing her face up, and pulling her head back into her neck as she did this. Carl shot her a hostile glance. "Up ya get, Jones," He flicked a finger in the air.

As Ellisa hesitated-- or took too long, it seemed-- Carl had Mr Collins pull Ellisa up off the floor. Mr Collins slung her over his shoulder, Ellisa protesting the whole way.

The wind whipped in her face as they stood on the deck. The atmopshere had changed. Every crew member-- including her own-- were gravely concentrated on their job as if it were some crucial part of a procedure. Finally Mr Collins threw her down on the deck next to the steering wheel. Night was pulling in, sending a pink reflection across the waters. The sirens would soon be singing. I'm not going to take any pity on them, Ellisa thought. I'll just dump 'em from the ship and keep going. But, of course, she'd have to save her own crew from the sirens, first, before she let the other crew walk the plank on their own accord.

"We'll be nearing the Island of Death by nightfall," Carl squinted into the distance, his face concentrated. Ellisa grudingly opened her mouth to speak. "How do you expect me to steer a ship with these"-- Ellisa raised her hands--"on?"

"We'll figure something out, poppet."

Ellisa kicked Collins' shin. As he jumped up, hugging in and yipping in pain, Carl pointed a gun at her chin. "Pull that trick again, poppet, and you won't make it to tomorrow alive." He hissed in her ear.
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That all right?

**high-five**
Carl- captain of Wrath of the siren:

He pointed the gun at Elissa, and she calmed down.
He started tucking something into his ears.

"What's that?" asked Elissa.

"Seaweed poppet. See it's not the song of the sirens I'm worried about but instead the outlook of them." He smiled.

"Oh yes And there is one more thing you should know... After we get through th sirens, there shall be a pathway of hills, of rocks and dead men. It is a labyrinth... And only I know where the map is."
He grinned again.
Elissa looked at him like he would have read her mind.

"Men! Tie yerselfs to the poles!" Carl tied his both hands to the railing of the ship.

"Yo ho ho, it's a pirates life for me,"

The Wrath of the Siren~ Cervantes de Leon

He slipped onto the deck surprisingly quiet. In his hand he held a bottle covered with a brown bad. He took a swig and staggered onto the deck into a daze. The over-sized crew swirled around him in a blur making Leon turn in circles trying to find his way around the ship. He stumbled, nearly dropping his hidden whiskey but regained himself. the ship seemed so be very unfamiliar in the regained shade of twilight.

Hollers of sirens could be heard in the distance sending Leon reeling towards the railing of the boat. Their shrill cries melted into pleasant voices whispering in his ears, calling him forth into the see.

"Leon, come join us. We have been waiting for you." The femine voices breathed. "We want you with us. We will grant you anything you desire."

The taunts were becoming more and more appealing as the time went on. But with one look back, he realized something was out of place. The crew was not actually working. They were all standing their tied to the masts or anything that was bolted down, except for Ellisa in shackles at the wheel and the Captain who stood at her side, arm around her shoulders as if she was his prize possession.

Leon turned back and saw beautiful girls in the water beckoning to him. Waving him into the cool blue waves. He nearly climbed through the railing but quickly stepped back.

"No! I will not fall unto your trickery!" Leon shouted. He tried to get over to the two captains but then he felt a cool wet grasp on his shoulders. He dropped his whiskey autmoatically, the glass shattering instantly into a thousand pieces. Leon turned his head and looked at the assailant. There stood the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her black hair was splayed around her marvelously. She wore no clothing and she whispered sweet nothings in his ear, she tried to pull him to the side, and Leon nearly followed, but then he remembered.

He resisted and the siren looked back at him, the beautiful face melting his heart once more. Mixed feelings of hatred and desire rushed through his veins. She coked her head to the side and smiled, revealing razor sharp teeth.

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~Incognito

Fat Carl Friday- captain of the wath of the siren:

He looked at the girl on the deck, he was mezmerized. He almost started walking towards her but then he felt the rope on his hands and remebered what she really was. He saw Leone who hadn't tied himself to anything. it was a blessing that Carl couldn't hear at the moment.

He took out his pistol and pointed the Sire, on the lowerd deck.

Bang went the barrel. The siren jerked and then fell, there was a hole in her head, she turned to water the minute that she hit the floor.
There was a slight rumble, the ship jerked. Soon a horde or sirens were starting to climb onto the ship, their faces were changing shape from angelic to demonic in instants.

Carl let himself get off from the railing and ran down to the deck, he pulled out his swords, he was about to hit one of the sirens, when it changed its form back to angelic, Carl's swing stopped in midair, and the Síren turned back to the monster that it was and hit Carl on the stomach making him bend double.

THat was when the drunk girl came and hit the siren with a bottle.

(I'm so lost because there hasn't been any posts from my ship mates.)

(Well, AmberAngst, I do not know what to say to that. Maybe LaReina has a suggestion because she is the ever-devoted conductor of this show.)

The Wrath of the Siren~ Cervantes de Leon

The bullet rushed forward, just narrowly missing Leon's head. It impounded itself into the siren's head, a silent scream filled Leon's ears. He covered them and fell to his knees in pain. He felt the spray of water as the siren melted and landed on the deck. He lifted his head slightly, the scream still echoeing in his ear drums. There stood Captain Carl standing triumphantly near the ships turning wheel. But then came a giant shudder that struck the ship sending Leon to the deck floor once more.

The shuddering seemed to be trying to shake off all the wood and the people from the pathetic excuse for a ship. "Damn it." Leon swore trying to get to his feet more, but then after he thought this hell was over the piercing yell of a thousand sirens erupted around him. There demonic forms rose from the water all around the ship, their horrific cries rendering Leon useless. There was no hope in this foul world.

Hell broke loose. The crew cut themselves loose from the masts or where ever they were tied to and drew their swords to fight the deadly assailants. Cries of pain and triumph joined the high pitch shrill scream of the sirens. The sounds of combat were joined in the deadly harmony. He got up just in time to see the drunkard Maribel smash one of his whiskey bottles over a sirens head who was about to kill the Captain. The scent of the salt, and the scent of blood arroused his senses and he managed to pull out a sword from his sheath and to plunge it into the chest of another siren who turned into water as quick as it had come.

And there standing tall at the ships helm stood the great Captain Ellisa, wind blowing back her long golden tresses. Her cold and hard expression showed nothing of the true feelings she felt. She steered the ship as best as she could, undisturbed. It was at that moment that Leon would actually have to awknowledge that that their stood a real captain saving the crew and leading them to shore, unknowingly and proudly.

Something about his military past made him straighten his back, stand tall and strong. He brought up his arm in a fluid movement into something that slightly resembled a salute. How foolish he was being, digging up memories that were not supposed to ever be brought back up.

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That kind of gave another insight to Leon at the end.

~Incognito

*Is anyone going to post for this Storybook? I am afraid it has turned to stone. How unfortunate.

~Incognito

I wouldn't mind working with this again, it's just that no one ever posted from my ship and I have completely no idea where we left off. I think it would be cool though if we had it so that my ship was attacked by that ghost ship and the other ships find us or something. Or is this really dead?