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The youngest Captain in the Heartens Island Merchant and Navel Fleet (HYMN), 17 year old Kaine Green strode across the gangway of the just docked “Victory”. Heartens was his birthplace and he felt most comfortable standing by it’s shores.
To look at, you would think that Kaine was an actor. The handsome face and slim toned body gave that impression. However, look into his eyes, green as the sea itself, and there was steel. His hair was a coal black, falling over his forehead and into his eyes. There was a cutlass by his side and a fresh scar from his right eyebrow to below his cheekbone; acquired from the last run-in with the Skulls. 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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A young woman dressed as a boy walked confidently forward. The name her parents had given her was "Nicola", but she always prefered to be called "Nikki". She had run away from home a few years back to become a pirate, dressing in boy's clothes rather than the heavy skirts and bodices that women were supposed to wear. Her skin was creamy, her eyes were green, like emeralds. Her hair was black, with reddish lights in it.
Now, seven years on, she was still lightweight and slim but muscled. There was one difference tho; she wore a silver plated full face mask, due to having been scarred horribly in a battle with the Skulls on the last boat she'd been on. The battle had been hard won, but she felt that she needed a change of boat. She liked the look of this one; and the name, "Victory", appealed to her. 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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Kaine seemed to looking around for someone.
Kiana ran down the beach, her eyes sparkling. She herself was a tomboy, but her brother refused to let her out sailing until she was 16. Today was her 16th birthday, and her brother was home. She was wearing a long t-shirt that reached to 3 inches past her waist, calf-high dark blue boots and dusky blue leggings. With a yelp of joy, she wrapped herself around a not-so-surpised Kaine. "Your back! Your back!" she squealed. "And I'll be dead soon, if you don't let me breathe!" 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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Nikki watched, unmoved. She was 20 now, and memories of her family had grown distant. Her invalid mother had smothered her with suffocating love and her father had been stern, wanting his daughter only to make a good marriage and raise a family. He had been lenient with her brothers, which had angered Nikki to the point of her final rebellion, when she ran away.
She was dressed all in black, with only the silver of her mask marring the look. She waited patiently; she would ask the ship's master if she could join his crew when the moment was right. 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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Kiana jumped away from her brother, grinning.
"Are you Captain yet? Are you Captain yet?" "I heard you the first time, you know." 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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Nikki thought to herself, "I was First Mate on the other ship... doubt I will be on this one. Still, time for a change, whatever that change brings."
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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"Are you? Are you? Are you?!"
"-_-;; Oy... yes, I am. Now quit it." 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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"Can you wait until I shut my psycho sibling up?" Kaine asked her as he tried to cover Kiana's chattering mouth.
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. |