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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Jun 3, 2009 0:34:44 GMT -5
He thought for a monument with a laugh, the pipeweed clouding his mind for a monument. "I cant say it does, You'd have to ask the Undertaker tha-...." he said stopping himself. He looked away for a monument then back at Sunce. "You didn't hear that...Ask him nothing...The name means nothing..." he said taking a last puff of his pipe before extinguishing it. He walked over to the other side of the railing. He needed to learn to be careful of what he said. He didn't want to say anything or put Undertaker in a position he didn't want to be in. "Its getting late...Lets get some rest..." he said walking towards his quarters.
Undertaker was at the back of the ship sitting of the railing staring at the stars with an expressionless face. His piercing red/gray eyes gazing up at them as if navigating. He walked back up to the helm and held tight to the wheel adjusting the course. The Lancebreaker was always moving on the sea. It hardly stopped but to trade good and intercept ships. Other than it was always moving. Undertaker leaned on the railing after adjusting course and began staring up at the stars again... He and Sunce were the only ones on deck. The rest of the crew would be asleep or getting ready to be.
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on Jun 3, 2009 4:23:49 GMT -5
I will in a minute skip. goodnight. **She heard skipper close the door to his quarters as she leant against the rails. She looked over at the Undertaker, wondering whether or not to ask him anything. maybe if she phrased it right...** Undertaker.. **she started slowly** I know answering questions ain't your bag an' all. but, I'll ask you something anyway, ya'll know you don't have to answer. **she pauses for a second, then says** Do the names Zendra Talba or Rakana Tolini mean anything to you?
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Jun 3, 2009 16:53:57 GMT -5
Undertaker threw a sharp glance at Sunce. His red/grey eyes seeming to bore a hole into her. His Brownish black fur appearing as a mere shadow in the moonlight with a slight streak of light shinning off his back. His tall figure towered over her as he stepped closer. "Zendra Talba...Iv heard the name In time past...Not one to toil with...Not a problem...but not one I wanted to deal with..." He said stopping in mid sentence. He walked over to helm again and took the wheel adjusting course.
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on Jun 3, 2009 18:02:03 GMT -5
**She does that thing she always seems to end up doing; which is meeting his eyes. she blinks and looks away** Thanks for that, that's useful to me. Goodnight Cellero- **she widens her eyes, and gasps** oh, by the seas breath! I'm sorry, I don't know who I am or whats happening. I must know you,I don't know. I'm sorry. **she looks confused and distraught, her memory is in a whirl, she dashes towards the door to get to the barracks; images flashing through her mind, she knew udnertaker, knew him from a long time ago, when she was small...**
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Jun 3, 2009 18:21:53 GMT -5
Undertaker gave another sharp glance as she escaped away. He quickly locked the wheel in place making sure nothing was in the ships way and bolted down the stairs. He hopped the railing landing directly in front of her with a surprisingly quiet pat of the paws. His dark fur masked his appearance in the shadow which would more than likely cause her to run into him. He grabbed her by the shirt and swung her around landing her quietly on the deck. He drew his massive cleaver in a backwards grip and held it in a backward grip at her neck. "You will not speak that name..." he said calmly and quietly. "Where did you hear it...." He demanded.
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on Jun 3, 2009 18:34:06 GMT -5
**Sunce winced as she was slung by the undertaker** I don't know, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry. I lied to the crew, I don't know who I am, I don't remember anyting since before about two years ago! **she grits her teeth, her ribs still hurt even if they are healing well. she has completely lost any idea of what's going on for a split second, then she pulls the little knowledge she has together** I'll never say it again, I don't even know my own name, I won't go against my word, I'm not like that... I promise on my corsairs honour.
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Jun 3, 2009 18:39:09 GMT -5
Undertaker leaned in close. "Zendra Talba...I suggest you keep that name to yourself...Like I do mine..." With a quick flick he had re-sheathed his cleaver under his cloak behind his back. He lifted her back up by her shirt.
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on Jun 3, 2009 18:48:15 GMT -5
**Sunce, or is it Zendra? stands where she was left, and her arms hang limp by her sides. after a while, she decides to push off, and wanders off to go to sleep. if she can. Ay is on duty, so she slumps down onto the cloth blanket, and goes straight to sleep, despite her stress this evening.**
-Morning-
**Sunce wakes with a start, very early. She sits up stiffly and looks around the room. nothing out of the ordinary. she stands up and instead of going anywhere else, grabs a book and a lump of cheese she's had in her backpack for a while. It's so early she doean'y actually need to go on duty yet. she'll calm herself with twenty minutes reading, then get up early.**
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Jun 4, 2009 16:11:37 GMT -5
Undertaker tried to keep his real name hidden. There was too must of his past in the name. Mention the name to the wrong person and trouble to be started. His very life and everything he had treid to escape could suddenly come back to haunt him...or hurt others...
Undertaker adjusted course once more...
-Morning-
The Skipper came out of his quarters stretching his limbs. He scratched his back and looked around. Beast were already about their duties. Good... He thought walking up to the helm. "Get some sleep Undertaker." he said relieving him of his duty.
((Im stuck...))
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Post by Sunce Lakala and Ay Kamara on Jun 4, 2009 17:52:20 GMT -5
**After a while Sunce got bored of cheese and books, so she decided to get up. she yawned and stretched gingerly, then sat up slowly. she was still thinking, thinking hard. She grabbed her shoes and stuffed them on her feet carelessly.**
**Out on deck she nearly walks into skipper** Morning skipp. **she grins, her pointed teeth showing with a white gleam. her eyes have an odd glint in them, like a new piece of a puzzle being slotted in; like giving you a clue to what the picture is of.** Hows this fine day seein ya'll?
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