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08-08-2006, 08:57 AM
It was just before dawn, and the Black Pearl was docked in Tortuga. It was unusually quiet out, and the only sounds were the creaking of the boats and the gentle splashing of the waves. The smells, though, were completely not gentle, what of vomit and blood.
Lovely, isn't it?
On the ship, a girl sat on the railing, handcuffed to it. Mostly because, well... She'd snuck on. And now she was in deep, deep trouble. Her hair was black, her eyes green, her skin pale, and her clothing cloth breeches and her shirt a sleeved vest with a high collar. It wasn't easy to tell she was a girl, except for the fact she'd forgotten to put on her hat.
Far, far beyond the island, we dwelt in shades of twilight, through dread and weary days, through grief and endless pain. It lies unknown, the land of mine! A hidden gate to save us from the shadow fall. The lord of water spoke in the silence words of wisdom. I've seen the end of all: Be aware, the storm gets closer.
Blind Guardian
Av by Miranda_
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