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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2006 20:51:37 GMT -5
((And then the happy boat sailed into sunshine and rainbows and they all lived! They arrived in a happy wonderland called Tortuga, to look for a new quest of doom.))
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Post by Kat on Dec 30, 2006 3:45:07 GMT -5
[shadow=purple,left,300]((...D'you want to keep this going, mates?))[/shadow]
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Post by Huntress on Dec 30, 2006 19:25:49 GMT -5
((I do, but unless we get a few more people into this, it'll be beating a dead horse.
And unless this thread proves to be so Shiva-tough that it'll actually get up and bite the beaters, it wouldn't stand much of a chance. Sad ><))
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Post by Huntress on Jan 24, 2007 12:18:40 GMT -5
((Awright, the last post was kinda off the mood. *cracks knuckles* Let's put it that way...))
Days had passed. The adventures on Mystery Island and near its coast were distant memories, hazy and unimportant. Life had been pretty and quiet these last several weeks, they had sailed to Krawk Island to celebrate the narrow escape and to stock some food. Now the White Weewoo sailed on under the azure sky, white sails full of wind and the ocean stretching out in every direction, glittering in the hot sun. The deck was quiet and warm, as there really was nothing to do.
Huntress was sitting in the shadow of the main mast, taking a nap. She spent most of her time taking a nap these days. The meepits took care of everything on the ship, steering it whenever necessary, tying the sails and keeping an eye out for other ships. And they kept an eye on many other things, which is why one of the dark blue meepits suddenly landed on Hunty's stomach, causing her to jump up and gasp.
"Houston, we have a problem," said the meepit, as Huntress glared down into his beady eyes, now recognizing him as Bloody Mary.
"So I see, apparently ye've been drinking too much," she snarled, leaning back against the mast. "Get back to me when ye remember my name again."
"I'm serious, Hunty," hissed the meepit. "Listen."
The deck remained quiet for another few minutes, then Huntress got up and looked around, Bloody Mary on her shoulder. Nobody was around, the deck was clean and clear, only some of the smaller rum barrels stood near the railing. The pirate glanced at them, her eyes narrowed, calculating quickly, then she kicked one of the barrels, sending in flying into the opposite railing.
The barrel had been under pressure, so now it simply exploded. Rum flew in every direction and the ship careened for a second, shaking as it flung back upright. Huntress took a deep breath. It was not her place, she was only a quartermaster, even that a self-proclaimed one. But in the light of current news...
"UP!" she roared, causing Bloody Mary to jump down and cover his ears. "Up, ye lazy braindead bunch o' seadogs, enough beauty sleep already! Do NOT force me to get down there!" She huffed, having run out of air, then gazed at the other remaining rum barrel and added, "First one here gets a barrel of rum!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2007 19:56:16 GMT -5
Echo peeked out of the galley at the explosion. "What was that?" She asked Hunty, pointing ((well, it was more like jabbing)) with her trusty wooden spoon. It has a promising dark sauce dripping from it onto the deck. She accidently flung a bit of the boiling sauce onto one of Hunty's many meepits. Which one, she wasn't quite sure.
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Post by Zylaa on Jan 25, 2007 19:06:45 GMT -5
"Alcohol is a snare for the soul," Zylaa said as she came up the steps, squinting as she emerged from the shadows into the bright sunlight of the deck.
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Post by Huntress on Jan 26, 2007 11:05:14 GMT -5
Huntress sat down on the deck again, thoughtfully sucking on her hair. Flying rum had a better hitting range than she had expected. Nice, now I'll stink like Rider's cabin fer the rest of th' day. "Bloody Mary, care to repeat what you told me?"
The meepit plodded over the deck, reaching his paw out to taste the sauce on Santa's head. "Needs salt. Anyway, ladies, here's the deal: we're broke. The hold is almost empty. A handful of shinies is all we have, the rest has been spent on food, rum," he shot a glare at the remaining rum barrel; meepits didn't have a nicer view on alcohol than Zylaa, "and weapons, but unless we get some more ka-ching fast, you'll all have to tighten your belts a little, y'see."
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Post by Zylaa on Jan 27, 2007 18:39:42 GMT -5
Zylaa looked at the meepit for a second. "Can't we just fish?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.
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Post by Huntress on Jan 29, 2007 11:56:48 GMT -5
Bloody Mary raised his eyebrow as well, at least judging by the moving of his small face. "Fish for fresh water and new cannonballs and ammo and-"
"Compounds for acid for my crossbow," noted Huntress from the mast.
"And bolts for the crossbow," the meepit added smoothly, "and toilet paper, as I've heard, and I ain't sure what you females do with those little-"
"Bloody Mary..." bit Huntress.
"Anyway, we're a little short on just about all supplies," said the meepit.
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Post by Zylaa on Jan 29, 2007 22:30:54 GMT -5
"Fresh water, we could just do that sciency water-distilling thingy..." Zylaa trailed off at the meepit's last comment and gave it a long, weirded out stare. "Ahem. Well, don't ask me, I don't steer this thing."
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Post by Huntress on Feb 1, 2007 10:12:09 GMT -5
"Distilled water has no taste," stated Santa the meepit, earning a suprised glance from all her furry buddies.
"And normal water does?" asked Bloody Mary.
"Try drinking sea water and see how tasteless that is," said Huntress. "Well, gotta agree with the weasel. Haven't seen Cap'n on the deck for weeks. This ship's been steered by the wind for a while now."
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Post by Zylaa on Feb 4, 2007 19:02:13 GMT -5
((Clearly Rider has been abducted by the sharks. We could mutiny. ^_^))
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Post by Huntress on Feb 5, 2007 8:50:13 GMT -5
((Clearly the same goes for the rest of the crew. We could play rock-paper-scissors over who gets to play the captain and who gets to play the first mate xD))
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