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 Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 3:41 pm
Morgan blinked her eyes a few times to get rid of the blurriness. She lifter her head forward so she wasn't leaning against the wall anymore. She tipped her hat up and looked around.
What happened? I must've fell asleep, but I ne'er fall asleep... Morgan looked down at the open flask in her hand. That was her weakness, the drink, and as a result she had been drugged before. Was I drugged... It was my flask... but Gerard had it for a while.... Oh, Lord... Morgan thought, and put the flask away in her oversized black coat. She shook her head and looked around. No one had seemed to notice her rest, her clothing camoflashed her perfectly in the shadowy corner. She looked around and noticed the changes in the bar since she had last woken up, folding her hands together subconciously. She looked down, and noticed her family ring was gone. The one her da had given her when he had died.
Gerard, she thought, consider yourself dead.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 3:57 pm
"Aye it be a fearsome tale laddie. And are ye sure it just wasn't a hermit... who lost his pants or something? Anyways, me name is Igby Daines. What is yours? I believe we've met but weren't introduced."
He then takes a gulp of his grog as an idea hits him. He uses his high stance on the table to shout to the rest of the buccaneers in the pub.
"Hey! Anybody be needing a Navigator... or me guess I can settle fir first mate, but me'll be needin' some rum in advance!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 4:08 pm
Everything Zen "Aye it be a fearsome tale laddie. And are ye sure it just wasn't a hermit... who lost his pants or something? Anyways, me name is Igby Daines. What is yours? I believe we've met but weren't introduced." He then takes a gulp of his grog as an idea hits him. He uses his high stance on the table to shout to the rest of the buccaneers in the pub. "Hey! Anybody be needing a Navigator... or me guess I can settle fir first mate, but me'll be needin' some rum in advance!" "Warwood. My Uncle goes under the name Master Daithes, his informal name is Vincent." Warwood took a drink from his mug, and looked at his pocket watch."Navigator, eh? How far have you been from the mainland?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:56 pm
Sam watched the two men exchange stories as he took slow sips of his rum realizing that he himself had only a few in his belt. Sam was a simple man, we sailed and drank. Anything that had been of ill fortune came from others dragging him in.
The pirate joined in on the introductions, "I'm Samuel Romey, son of Captain 'Wiggy' Edward Gunn." He held his hand out to Igby.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 12:51 am
"Aye, I've been quite far. 'av you ever heard of a place called Canadia? It is a strange place with only one road. You'd best be hanging on to ye grog in Canadia, they damage the contents and man.... wine, ewwwww!"
Seeing the man in the dress put out his hand and introduce himself, Igby shook it in delight. "Hmm, Edward Gunn you say? Any relation to that governor?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 4:49 am
The man knew more then he thought.
"Aye, I'm her haft brother. She was more open into sakin' father's name."
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 7:47 pm
He was on his second mug of grog. Or was it his third? Fifth? Whatever mug it was, it was certain that he was becoming more open.
"Now see here...damn fools. My Uncle...b*****d..is hiding something. He walks about the Isle all carefree and gentleman-like, but he is a goddamn poser I say. I've read his documents, how he dreams of taking all of Provoka's gold and investing it to build himself a large fleet to overtake the mainland...*hic* don't let him foool yoooou~..."
"..."
At this point, he swaggered a bit, then stopped.
"On the other hand, I am a gentleman, I would do nothing to my uncle. Uncle. Ulke....uncle. I says I am a gentleman, and I mean that I want that deed...yes. You have any idea how many men he has hiding in the caches of that damn place?! 15!! It gets better! He pays them decent wages! HAH! NOTHIGN CONSPIC-QUE-OUS THERE, EH? EH?!?!
He falls off his stool, out cold.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:32 am
Arthur Rudd entered the pub. He took a seat, and grabbed himself a mug of grog.
"Ahhh..."
He took a deep drink from his mug, and slumped over the bar. A silver pocketwatch came loose and fell out of his pocket, and hung from its chain as he dangled over the bar in attempt to reach the tap.
"Damn...pub setup..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 6:27 pm
Warwood awoke, his head aching and his mind jumbled. He noticed the man reaching over the bar, but decided he had better things to do than to help him.
"Gurghrm...tahts intershing, nhice wathch..."
Warwood slunk out of the pub, unnoticed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 11:20 pm
Perdue emerged from the depths of the sea of patrons like an inebriated canary, an uncanny slinking grace in his drunken gait as he approached the grimy counter. "I bought her fine ribbons to tie in her hair," he paused mid-note, fumbling with the empty flask at his hip as he plopped down rather unceremoniously beside Master Rudd. "She offered to marry and stay by me side, but then in the morning she sailed with the tide," he continued dulcetly, spindly fingers drumming against the surface of his oaken stool as he awaited his turn with the tap. "If I were a blackbird, the wind 'neath-" Pausing once more to focus his attentions upon the seaman before him, he furrowed his brow and allowed a curt, hiss-like sigh to escape his pursed lips. "You must be new to the Pub and its Island," he mused aloud with a puckish spark in his eye as he considered the man's unfamiliar features and his evident difficulty with the infamously stubborn grog dispenser.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 8:44 am
Sam turned from his seat at the new comer.
"Shose words sound like I heard shem before? Where be shey from?"
He took a drink of what was left in his glass.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:06 pm
Abandoning his attempt to refill his limp leather flagon at the sound of a new voice, Perdue craned his head to fix his keen grey gaze on the proprietor of the probing words. "I'm not surprised," he drawled genially, shifting in his stool to better face Master Romey. "'Tis a rife Scottish tune I reaped in my days in the service and comp'ny of Cap'n Donnie Mulholland." Reclining against the counter behind him, he donned a smirk that bespoke mischief and nostalgia and allowed a wheezing chuckle to escape his parched lips. "Daft buggers, the Scots."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 11:58 pm
"Haven't met one personally."
Sam pushed around the empty glass around the counter top creating a sliding noise.
"I haven't heard shat song either. I shink it's just the ribbons for the hair part shat reminds me of another."
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 11:32 pm
"Count yourself among the blessed few," Perdue retorted with a snorting scoff as he hooked his booted feet beneath the rungs of his stool. Combing his scraggly mane with a calloused hand, he sighed wearily and allowed his eyes to wander about the deserted common room. "I reckon ribbons in a lass's hair is a right pop'lar image," he murmured when he could no longer bear the silence.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 5:03 am
"Pretty much anyzhing looks good in a woman's 'air. Ribbons, flowers, combs and beads. Three out of four are pretty cheep too."
Sam's mind began to wonder.
"Do you 'ave a lass?"
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