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[21 Jul 2010|11:46pm] |
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Insufferable BASTARD! After valiently saving the not so damsel in distress the good Captain Fitzroy didn't even bat an eye before he tried to take over my ship. A sword fight insued and I can honestly say being weighed down in thirty pounds of white took its tole on my fighting ability and I resorted to underhanded measures to win. I kissed the bastard in order to steal his flintlock then made the right git walk the plank. Best moment of my life. The making him walk the plank...not the kiss. The kiss was wretched. Now he has the nerve to call me ungrateful. I didn't need saving.
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[20 Oct 2009|10:50am] |
Adjusting to this world is taking a great deal of time. I have never spent this much time on land since I was twelve and joined a pirate crew. Working at Phin's pub though is rather fun. It passes the time. It is also the only skill I know that is of use in this time and place.
The High Prince is safely tucked away after I saved him from a Starbucks. I bought him a cup of coffee first though and brought him some clothes. That makes twice I have saved him. I'm going to keep a tally. Though I am only one up on him. He did save my life from the gallows. I will admit to that.
I have to wonder how long it will take some of the others from our lives to show up. I have no ship for that nasty vile cut throat scallywag to steal so I can only imagine what he will try to take from me. He will probalby be cross with me for stealing his flintlock and using it to get him off my ship. I would rather The Gail burn than let him have it. It was the reason my father entrusted me with it.
I discovered yesterday at the grocery I can talk to fish. My cruel creator had told me we all had special powers associated with out stories...our Tales. Apparently I can talk to sea creatures. It was rather depressing that all the lobsters were huddled and crying in a tank. I felt like liberating them. I'm never going to be able to eat fish again because of this.
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[11 Sep 2009|11:41pm] |
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This is just bloody great. I get dropped in some ridiculous parody of what my life was to come face to face with my creators and they are so far from godlike it is ridiculous. A pub owner that thinks he knows everything and a pocket sized translator? Really? I suppose I shouldn't complain they are feeding and clothing me till I can...what work? I don't work! I am a pirate! I have been a pirate since I was in pigtails! I want my bloody boat and I want it now! I have made men that loved me walk the plank for trying to take that ship from me and now it doesn't even exist except for in a work of fiction!
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[01 Sep 2009|08:34pm] |
[Entry looks as if it was written with a quill and ink]
Well...this is quite certainly the strangest turn of events that has ever befallen me. I do not know where it is I am. Last I remember is being on the ship after my rescue. It is so lovely when a man cares enough to rescue you but not enough not to try to steal your ship. And then that mangy prince! Really though I saved that little weasels life and he repays me with an ultimatum like that. Marry me or be hanged for high acts of treason and piracy. Bah! Completely ridiculous! Next I see that overgrown boy I am running him through and dancing on his bleeding corpse.
The most pressing matter at the moment is me not knowing where it is I am. All the large boxy spires of crystal are confusing. I have never seen a port such as this. They must be truly prosperous to have all metal ships...though not a one of them has sails.
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