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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Sept 25, 2009 16:38:15 GMT -5
Late night shifts on the crows nest were always the best...for the those that had them. It meant you could lay over the railing and snooze a bit being able to wake up every now and then to look around, then it was back to sleep. However it was bad for the others safety on the ship, for those that were sleeping. You never know when one might make their way to the ship during the time the crows nest is asleep...
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Post by Stark Murphine on Sept 29, 2009 15:44:06 GMT -5
**Stark sailed up to the huge, hulking ship in complete silence. the waves lapped quietly in the still, arid night as he slung the grappling hook up with skill. It hit with a slight clink, and he froze, perking up his ears. Nobody shouted, nobody awoke. He climbed slowly, up towards the deck, and slipped over the side, detatching the hook carefully and palcing it on the floor. He crept along slowly, towards where he supposed the skipper's cabin would be, his black cloak billowing slightly with his movement. He glided silently up to the cabin door, and knocked softly on it.**
Skipper of Sea Otters, we need to parley. I come in the name of the clan of Murphine. **he murmered, his grey snout close to the planks of the wooden door.**
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Sept 29, 2009 16:03:36 GMT -5
The Skipper rolled off his head bed hearing the knocked. He moaned a pawing grabbing his ribs. Who in tha' hell would knock on meh door at this hour..., he thought rolling onto his side trying to sleep again. "Knock on mah' door one more time an' you wont 'ave any paws to knock with...Now go away..."He said, pulling the covers over his head...on the floor.
Skipper of Sea Otters, we need to parley. I come in the name of the clan of Murphine.
All Skipper heard was Parley and clan. He let out another moan. "Fine..."He stood up throwing the covers back on his bed and strapped on his cutlass's. He walked over to the door and opened it just enough and walked over to his chair and desk, and sat down. "What are yer terms of surrender?" He said half-awake.
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Post by Stark Murphine on Sept 29, 2009 16:35:33 GMT -5
**Stark sttod uncertainly in the door, a bemused expression on his face. There was a slight pause, then he tugged back his hood and said hesitantly**
Uh, are you quite sure you're awake, Skipper? **his lips tugges into an awkward smile and he said** It would be morr practical if you were concious whilst I conversed with you. **he waited for a moment, seeing if the powerful otter was fully awake now**
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Sept 29, 2009 16:51:05 GMT -5
On the table lay a dagger, and not by simple chance. The Skipper's ship was full of weapons and each one placed within reach of the crew and only the crew. The dagger was inches from the Skipper's paw. The skipper smacked his lip and bit and rubbed the sleep from his face
"It would be more practical if you were conscious whilst I conversed with you."
"Practical yes but,..." The skipper suddenly had the dagger in his paws as he waved them around explaining. "...But, we be practical when ya' can be spontaneous. Take Yerself for instance. Dress yerself do ya'?" He said, a sleepy smirk on his face.
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Post by Stark Murphine on Oct 8, 2009 11:18:58 GMT -5
**Starks face crinkled in confusion, and he said after a slight pause** What? **Then he sighed, and said** Just wake up a bit, Skipper. I'm a stranger, possible enemy in your eyes, and I'm on your ship in the middle of the night. In your cabin no less. **His lips were pursed like a shrewd old woman's, and he drummed his fingers on the wall impatiently** I came here to talk to the great Skipper of Sea Otters about my father, not to try and wake him up.
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Oct 8, 2009 13:29:05 GMT -5
Just wake up a bit, Skipper. I'm a stranger, possible enemy in your eyes, and I'm on your ship in the middle of the night. In your cabin no less.
The skipper tilted his head back giving a silent laugh. "Yes! I know! Funny isn't it, how one can so easily intrude on ones on living quarters without permission? You walk in to my private living quarters making a statement that you simply could...possibly to intimidate me? Aye?" The skipper said tiliting his head in thought. "Or...perhaps to impress me..." He flip the blade part of the dagger to his paws and threw it into the wall beside the beast's drumming fingers. It made a loud thump upon impact sticking in a good half-inch. Skipper was getting dangerous. Not only was he irritated, he was half asleep...
"Well congratulations...I'm impressed...." he said crossing his arms.
I came here to talk to the great Skipper of Sea Otters about my father, not to try and wake him up.
"You come to settle a score? Kill me perhaps cause I, killed your father or something?" He inquired. "We'll c'mon then on with then...."
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Post by Stark Murphine on Oct 8, 2009 13:43:04 GMT -5
**Stark chuckled at the idea** No, not trying to impress you. So as to not cause any trouble on the ship...I hate it when there's misunderstandings. **He raised his eyebrows as the Skipper said
"You come to settle a score? Kill me perhaps cause I, killed your father or something?" He shook his head vigorously** No! No.. the complete opposite, Skipper. My father... He fought alongside you, in the great battle. His name was Tuft Murphine, Ma told me he was often called Swift... for his middle name. **The tall, black-furred wolf suddenly looked a lot younger than ebfore, and he bit his lip** You two made a promise, when he... when he died.
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Oct 8, 2009 14:32:05 GMT -5
No! No.. the complete opposite, Skipper. My father... He fought alongside you, in the great battle. His name was Tuft Murphine, Ma told me he was often called Swift... for his middle name.
Skipper Perked up. "Swift ,'eh?" he said standing up from his desk and walking over to the Wolf. He placed a paw on the wolfs shoulder looked him straight in the eyes as if searching for proof. "So you're Swift's kid..."
You two made a promise, when he... when he died.
The Skipper Stepped away from the wolf and walked back to the dresser to pour himself a drink. He picked up a clear,glass bottle with a brownish liquid in it and started to pour it in a glass. "When I found yer father..." he started with a slight smile, remembering the past. "He was layin' on his back with a large spear in his gut, next to a wildcat. 'E was bleedin' out...'e ask me a favor...he said when his son was old enough to give him a place on tha' crew...." he smiled taking a swig of the glass and looking over at stark. "The Clan of Murphine....I remember that name now....it was one of tha' only clans to join tha' cause...and you that and that alone i'll honor his request..."
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Post by Stark Murphine on Oct 8, 2009 17:26:18 GMT -5
**As their eyes met, Starks eyes were, for a single moment, exactly like his father Swift's. Dark and unfathomable, as dark as the sun was light; so mysterious. Then he broke the eye contact, and listened to the Skipper's words with his claws drumming on his leg in thought. Then he looked back up at the Skipper**
Thank you, Skipper. He told me you were a beast of your word. **He pauses momentarily, then speaks again**
I wouldn't have come if I didn't think I could be of any use. I want to be a real member of this crew, not just here because of a promise between great men. **He looked down slightly into Skippers face, his eyes gleaming**
I want to be your first contact. **He said with the excitement of a puppy, but the certainty of a full-grown warrior**
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