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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on Apr 29, 2009 11:49:59 GMT -5
**Sunce grabs Ays arm and turns both of them towards the ship. She appears to be struggling with her swimming very slightly, but she ignores whatever problem there is, trying her best to hide it. When they reach the rope, Ay gives her a casual shove up and she climbs it, holding on tight with her damp paws. She reached the top and flipped over onto the deck, shortly followed by Ay. She looks kind of out of breath, but she bows her head respectfully, as is the custom where she comes from, and Ay follows her example.** Thank ye, for letting us aboard your ship captain skipper. **She says after she had got her breath slightly back. Ay scratches his muzzle with a pointy claw and bows his head also. He appears to be the subordinate of the two**
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on May 4, 2009 1:05:45 GMT -5
The Skipper crosses his arms and taps his footpaw on the deck. "Iv already shown more mercy than I should have....Now what do ya' want!?!" he asked with a bark in his tone. The fat, half-blind, otter stood next to the Skipper with a spear in his paws pointing it between the two.
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on May 4, 2009 14:42:32 GMT -5
**Sunce nods as does Ay** We would like to join your crew, we'll do any work. its been our dream to join this crew for many years, and we have previous experience on a pirate ship. **Sunce says in an enthusiastic but not too exciteable tone. Ay nods mutely and holds his paws in front of him**
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on May 4, 2009 16:36:01 GMT -5
The Skipper turned to the fat, Half-blind, otter and snatched the Spear from him. He swung it around. The rest of the crew swiftly moved out of the way. The Skipper swing the spear fast and hard breaking it across the Otter's back sending him to his knees. "Think before you say somethin' about attackin!" The otter moaned before he dropped to the deck.
"First off...We arnt a pirate ship...just tha' opposite I'm afraid. Any pirate come on board mah' ship...get gutted...and served on a plate..." he grabbed motioned to an otter to bring him something. He returned bringing a couple of mops. "Ya want a job?...Fine...Swab tha' deck..." he said throwing the mops in front of their feet and storming off...this was quiet unlike him...
((No yer job aint a deck swabber lol....But Perhaps if you can show the skipper how persistent you can be....eh?))
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on May 4, 2009 17:09:53 GMT -5
**Sunce leaped on the mops, and hands one to Ay. They begin mopping enthusiastically, making sure every inch, every millimeter, is clean. Sunce seems to wince a bit as she reaches into all the awkward places, but again, she ignores and tries to hide whatever it is.** Ay, you missed a bit there. **she nods toward where he missed, and he goes over to it and mops at it. ** sorry sunce. **he says in a very quiet and slow voice**
((OOC; its all cool. Ay doesn't speak much. heheh. And as for sunce, well you'll have to find out))
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on May 4, 2009 19:42:44 GMT -5
The Lancebreaker was unlike anyship on the sea. The wood was a dark brown/blackish color. At night it seemed to be a shadow floating on the water, while in the daytime it revealed its true beauty....Beauty was one thing to call it...
The deck of the ship was horrific...Blood stained the wood as if each beast killed was gutted on the ship and left to rot away(though they never were). The ships deck had never been washed before so the Blood was simply soaked into the wood. On the cabin wall next to the door there were several stains where it could be seem where a beast had been killed or cut. Besides the blood, there was a terrible smell they made itself known to every beast that stood aboard. The smell death...
The size of the ship was quiet a bit larger than the average cutter. It could be compared in size, in between a cutter and a frigate. What gave the Ship its name The Lancebreaker? The ship had been built with power and speed in mind. The hull of the ship was reinforced with an iron plate that could be used to clip the side of a ship. If done precisely it could collapse a ships hull causing it to sink. This had only been done twice in The Skippers time. He didnt do it often for fear that it would catch up with him.
This Skipper's ship was no doubt the fastest ship on the sea being able to power through storms and reach its destination in time. Speed...and Power...
The Ship was outfitted was 40 guns on either side with two larger cannons in the hull pointed front for pursuit.
The Skipper was in an touchy mood. He had been in pursuit of a ship for more than week. Suddenly in a fog it had vanish and fled straight into the storm. The Skipper pursued only to loose sight of it. This made the Skipper not a beast to be annoyed.
He exited his cabin and walked over to the side of the Ship and stared out towards the sea with his charts in paw. He spread them out over a barrel and began examining them.
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on May 5, 2009 17:37:02 GMT -5
**Sunce saw as the Skipper looked at the charts, but had to turn around to mop another piece of the floor. she bent over to get into an awkward bit, and her body spasmed, her paw snapped open and she dropped the mop, but just managed to flick it back up with her foot in time. she carries on scrubbing away at the dirty decks, trying her best to make them clean. they mop for a good long time, just showing their persistance. after a while longer of mopping and watching the goings on, they stop mopping, obviously finished. the deck is as clean as they could possibly get it. they falter, not wanting to disturb the skipper, but not wanting to look lazy and stupid.**
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on May 6, 2009 11:47:24 GMT -5
The Skipper walked over to the two while still looking at the charts. He took his eyes away from the charts briefly. "Go below deck and make sure all the guns are cleaned..." he said simply before his eyes returned to the charts as he walked back into his cabin.
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on May 6, 2009 15:58:36 GMT -5
**The pair nods and heads down below deck. they marvel at the many guns, cool and readily awaiting a battle.** get an eyeful of these Ay. **Sunce says to Ay as they begin their scrubbing. Ay smiles to himself.**
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on May 6, 2009 17:08:55 GMT -5
The Skipper fell back in his chair with a great sigh of frustration. He set the charts on the desk and propped his footpaws on his desk and began rubbing his eyes. "Could this week get any better...?" he said to himself. He lay there for a monument and fell asleep. an hour later he awoke falling out of his chair to the sound of a cannon fire.
"Nail me' rudder! What was that!" he said as he picked himself up walking out of the Cabin. He ran to the side railing and looked over. No ship. he looked down to see one of the cannon's smoking. His eyes squinted as he thought..."Tha' two..."
He opened the hatch to the galley and walked down with a broken broom handle in paw...
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