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03-11-2006, 12:52 PM
"Could be years!" said Kiana happily.
Kaine picked her up and put her into the arms of one seaman, "Run, quickly." RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass.     |
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03-11-2006, 12:58 PM
"Now, you were saying?"
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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03-11-2006, 01:00 PM
"I'd like to join your crew. I have seven years experience; I was First Mate on the Dolphin."
  No, you don't get it, that's why I'm telling you. You think you get it, which isn't the same as actually getting it. Get it?
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03-11-2006, 01:02 PM
"Just as well, the last First Mate got killed a week ago."
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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03-11-2006, 01:12 PM
"So, do I take his place? I feel like a change of scene; besides, the crew of the Dolphin won't be ready to sail for a long time after the last fight with the Skulls."
No, you don't get it, that's why I'm telling you. You think you get it, which isn't the same as actually getting it. Get it?
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03-11-2006, 01:13 PM
"If you want his place, you can have it."
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03-11-2006, 01:15 PM
A young-looking man happened to be walking by, his dark red hair fluttering in the wind. His left eye was blank with a scar running vertically through his eyebrow and cheek. His other eye was a too-light yellow, and it saw them. His clothing were dark blue jeans and a strangely white long sleeve shirt, and it made him obvious in large crowds.
He walked over, the sword sheath tied to his belt tapping against his leg. "Are you the captain of this ship?" he asked Kaine, narrowing an eye.  Devour, Devour. Suffocate your own empire. Devour, Devour. It's your final hour. Devour, Devour. Stolen like a foreign soul. Devour, Devour. What a way to go! - Devour by Shinedown (Sig base by CCG.) Here's a tip: DON'T TRY TO FRIEND ME. |
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03-11-2006, 01:22 PM
"Thank you," said Nikki, smiling unseen under the mask. "When do we sail?" She put her right hand on the hilt of her scimatar as the man with red hair came up.
No, you don't get it, that's why I'm telling you. You think you get it, which isn't the same as actually getting it. Get it?
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