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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 4:37 pm
Shrugs slightly
"Auntie's a Pirate too. And Uncle and Great grandpa. And Sam. Mommy says Sam is a horrible pirate and that he had a different grandma."
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 11:21 am
"Phh. The Governor certainly likes ta' slag people, but yer' Da'? That's low. How can yer' uncle...or Da'...er...how can 'e have a different Grandmother anyway?"
John asks, wondering if 5aMmaP even knows the circumstances of her conception and regretting slightly his loose-toungue.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 11:56 pm
"I should've been a bleedin' tanner," a low voice grumbled beneath the crashing sound waves of the Tavern's rabble. Plopping down upon a spare stool, the newcomer ordered quietly and fiddled with the wilting plumage of his broad-brimmed hat. Catching the pewter mug with a cat-like precision from where it had slid across the grimy counter, he stared into its contents and arched a dark eyebrow. "Oh, mother." Shaking his head, he raised the glass to his lips to take a healthy swig and with a severed sigh, he slouched in his seat and allowed his eyes to wander about his surroundings.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 12:52 pm
Vincent walked through the doorway of the pub, the floor still stained with the blood of the yesteryear gorilla D.K. He took a seat near the newcomer, his face worn and a queer look in his eye meant he had something in store for his comrades.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 9:44 pm
After the newcomer drained his battered mug, he winced and the pungent after taste, shrugged and called for another. Catching Daithes's eyes in his own grey gaze, he inclined his head with all the geniality he could muster and sniffed impassively. "Guid e'en."
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 12:22 pm
Vincent looked over towards the newcomer, assuming he had been in through something rough.
"Nice night for a drink on the Isle..."
He paused, and looked up at the moon through the doorway.
"...perfect evening for a small stroll. They call me Vincent around here, I tend to keep to myself."
Vincent turned back towards the bar, contemplating on weather or not to return back to the Isle. Bridgetown was as silent as a ghost, with the exception of Bellamy and the ramblings of the governor and her family trying to keep each other sane.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 5:58 pm
"Aye, that it is," the seaman answered as he seized his second pint, slightly surprised to have been addressed again. After his companion's slightly detached introduction, the newcomer cocked an eyebrow and craned his head to face this Vincent. "Is 'at an invitation f'conversation, or are you suggestin' that I let you alone?" He queried in the roundest manner, an earnest expression smeared across his face and an inquisitive spark in his keen grey eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 12:09 pm
"Eh, I would walk, but I have been sailing for the past three days. I would like to sit and converse..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:40 pm
"Is 'at right?" He mused, raising the frothing mug to his thin mouth as he drew his brows together in an expression of mild interest. "All I want to do is amble about like a lost pup when I hit home - the sea's my goddess, but nothing will ever replace the feelin' of familiar soil beneath a man's feet." Running a filthy, calloused hand through the nest of ringlets a top his head, he shifted in his stool to face his new companion once again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 4:39 pm
Po-Na sauntered into the pub, brushing the hair out of his eyes, he scanned the room. A slight smirk appeared on his face, as he made his way over to the bar. Leaning on one elbow, he said "What's it take t'get a drink 'round these parts?"
Acknowledging the others nearby with a slight nod, he waited for something alcoholic to appear in front of him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:36 pm
A figure in black walked into the pub. She was new to the pub- the whole island actually. She took a chair in the back and took a seat, leaning her head against the wall as she pulled out a flask and took a sip. She loved the sea, but after the ship sank- well, she didn't trust anything but the ground she walked on. She studied the room, raising her eyebrows as she took in the details. Sighing , she put her flask away and pulled out a key and began to study it instead.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 9:04 pm
"That is an interesting key you have there, miss." the creamy voice spoke out from near her just low enough that only she may hear. From her left came long thin lines of smoke curling about her ear and disappearing from the disturbance of Black's breath. Them seemed to have licked her ear.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 5:57 pm
"Why thank ye, sir. Too bad it will open nothing." she said, paying no attention to her ear.
"May I request an introduction?" she said, putting the key away.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 6:19 pm
The man sat across from the young lady and laid back into the seat. The smoke from his f** followed along after him in the air like a trail. In a smooth velvety voice he spoke, "Everyone calls me Natas. I if were to introduce myself in any other way no one would know who you are referring to when you speak of me." He stopped to take a drag from the f** and let the white smoke float up before his face.
"What's the point to having a key if it does not open anything?" His expression barely changed when he spoke keeping a constant cool about him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 6:57 pm
"Well, Natas, thats not entirely what I said, was it? I said it will not, never can not." she said cooly. She took out her flask again, taking a drink and putting her flask back in her coat pocket and looked at his f**.
"I see we both have bad habits." she said, nodding to the f**.
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