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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on May 12, 2009 17:01:26 GMT -5
"Ay hows our mate lookin' ?" The Skipper asked him. Sounds our cannon fire could be heard on deck as well as the occasional splintering of wood. The Beast on the floor in the galley had been in the line of splinters that shot out from the hull as a cannon ball shot through. It was an otter and blood was beginning to pool up in large amounts.
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on May 12, 2009 17:06:39 GMT -5
**Ay swept his eyes over the otters body quickly, he shook his head** Nuthin I can do skipper, he's just bleedin out! **he pats the otters arm, trying to ease the passing. the otters eyes glaze, and Ay closed them gently. luckily a quick passing. He put his hand to his heart, he knew the otter, then dashed over to a mildly injured otter a few yards away**
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on May 12, 2009 17:28:40 GMT -5
Undertaker rushed in from the deck putting his Cleaver(which was dripping in fresh blood) back in his holster at his hip. His footpaws left bloody imprints on the floor. He grabbed the dead otter and drug him up the stairs, about to use the carcass as a projectile. The limp otters form left a trail of blood up the stairs. The skipper paid no heed and started up the stairs to meet with Sunce. He walked casually even though beast were killing injured everywhere and cannons fired in every direction. "Sunce! Where are ya mate! I need a Report!" He shouted
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on May 12, 2009 17:41:39 GMT -5
**Sunce hobbled out, her condition being much better than a few weeks ago. she ran up to skipper, using her crutch expertly after the practise** Here skipp! things aint going so well his time round, we've lost a few beasts now! **she closes her eyes and thinks for a second** aboutt, 15 to 20 crew lost, and a few of the guns. the ammo isn't in a great situation either.
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on May 12, 2009 17:51:54 GMT -5
The Skipper thought for a monument. "Load every cannon...Sink tha' ship...I don't care about the loot anymore mate..." He said quiet stressed. The skipper wasnt in a good mood...not in a bad mood...just not in a good mood...
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on May 13, 2009 10:46:01 GMT -5
Aye skipp **She salutes and hobbles off surprisingly fast. she calls out to the crew members manning the cannons and guns** Fellas! we're gonna sink the ship as ordered by skipper. get ready!... aim! **a pause**FIRE! **The shots hit home, through the keel and hitting the gangway. the ship begins to slump into the unforgiving blue depths** good job guys.
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on May 14, 2009 11:41:12 GMT -5
The Skipper slumped back in his chair in his Quarters rubbing his eyes. The moral of the Crew was dropping...They needed something to keep their mind occupied while they reached Mossflower. It would be a good 2 weeks before they arrive and that thought alone wasn't helping. "Sunce!" he shouted peering out of his quarters through a crack in the door.
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on May 14, 2009 12:50:21 GMT -5
**Sunce walks absentmindedly towards the door, she opens it with her long muzzle. She shakes her head, waking herself up from the daydreams** Yes skipper? **she says as she shuffles into the room. she trips over a gap inbetween two floorboards and trips forward slightly. she bounces herself up with her crutch, like nothing happened,obviously used to tripping over with her god darned injuries.**
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on May 14, 2009 13:12:06 GMT -5
As Sunce opens the door its hits the Skipper's snout as he's peering out. A Thumping crunch could be heard on the other side of it as it hit. The skipper fell to his knees grabbing his snout with a moan. He pulled a paw away...blood....of course...
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on May 14, 2009 13:18:30 GMT -5
**Sunce stand there stock still for a second, utterly surprised** uh, oh, I'm sorry skipper, I didn't know you were there, sorry! **she sees the bleeding and takes a cloth out of her pocket, she hands it to skipper to help the bleeding** Shall I go get Ay or the undertaker?
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