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Post by Galio on Dec 27, 2010 12:08:26 GMT -5
Shanks was incredibly ready for a fight. After having his feathers royally ruffled in the hold, combat was a welcome concept.
He heard a voice call over the water from the other vessel saying, "Ooi, there! Who's pirate's be ye?"
Terrifically disappointed, Shanks hauled up and booted the railing with all his vigor. He roared back, "I am nobody's pirate, ye mortifyin' maroonin' maniac's of morbid... disnheartenment! I be Cap'n Geraldo Shanks! Who's lubbers be ye?"
The voice came back ecstatic, "Cap'n Shanks!? We thought ya was dead!!"
Shanks slowly turned around and faced his loyal comrade. "Toby, m'boy, the crew be reassemblin'." He gave an 11-toothed grin.
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Post by NµKe on Dec 30, 2010 4:03:23 GMT -5
Toby's jaw dropped. His eyes widened.
"Th-th-th-... crew?" Toby was a bit nervous, considering he owed one or two of them quite a sum of money... he ran to the railing and scanned the approaching crew to see if his loaners were present. Not seeing them he called out their names...
"Sven? Bullor? Reven? Smee? Robert? Peter? Will? Adort? Thomas? Sesame? Nigel? Demetrion?"
The other crew must have thought he was simply calling roll, but only replied as 'Present!' and that was Sesame. Toby smiled peacefully. He only owed Sesame a back massage and three helpings of food... and one get-out-of-the-brig-free pass. Suddenly becoming very excited, Toby began to dance around the deck with as many willing participants as he could find.
"We're an elite fleet of meat-beats!!" Sweet! We're an elite fleet of meat-beats!!"
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Post by Galio on Jan 1, 2011 23:05:01 GMT -5
Shanks' excitement grew with Toby's until he started with the "meat-beats" routine. The present crew started chiming in along with Toby. Shanks' eyes widened as he spun around to face the great ship.
With the obnoxious tumult blaring behind him he called again to the ship, "Who am I addressin'?"
An illiterate response echoed between the ships, "It's Bullor, Cap'n, and the ruddy crew be happy of your return to the crew... cap'n sir."
Shanks' eyes darted upward. "Bullor... you been hitting the ale again or have you just not gotten any smarter?"
After a spell of silence, Shanks realized there was going to be no rebuttal, he commanded, "Send us a line! I'm coming aboard!"
The ships were pulled together and there was an awkward reunion aboard the large vessel.
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Post by NµKe on Jan 4, 2011 14:13:32 GMT -5
Toby was a hugger.
Whether the other mates of the new-found crew enjoyed the hugs or not was up to them. Toby was very glad to see them. Sesame got a very big hug and a wink to remind him that the deal was still good. Sesame gave his large toothy grin. The man's name was deceptive. Most people might think Sesame to be a smaller, spicy, perhaps Italian sort of man with much chest hair and bad breath, but a quick wit and a way with the ladies. Sesame was pretty much the opposite. He had unnaturally good breath. In fact, it was remarked by most of the others to smell like the islands when you've been away from them for a very long time along with a tint of mango, strawberry and the freshest peach you've ever laid nostrils on (if you do that kind of thing, that is). Sesame was also six foot eight and weighed a good three-hundred and seventy-two pounds (which is a liberal guess, to be honest). He also had absolutely no way with the ladies, even though he loved them dearly. All of them. He had no hair on his chest--it had all migrated to his face, but not his scalp mind you, he was as bald as the moon (he even had some matching craters from bar brawls and the like). Thick chops, no mustache, a good piece of chin hair, and thick eyebrows which were all black were the decorations of Sesame's face. So, when he smiled he did resemble something of a large... very large ape. But much happier, of course.
Toby and Sesame immediately began their jokes and pranks again. Bullor was tapped on the shoulder and as soon as he turned and blamed Toby he was bonked on the head by Sesame who claimed the bonking was done in the name of "Injustice Served to Sir Toby". Both giggled, then cackled, then guffawed as they ran away to commit their next dastardly deed.
Fun was had all around. Eventually, once people were greeted and most debts were made equal, (or given more time) the crew gathered as Cap'n Shanks prepared to address them...
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Post by Galio on Mar 27, 2011 2:02:00 GMT -5
Shanks leaped atop a barrel aboard the greater ship and raised his hands into the air. "Well, ahooooooooy, me mateeeeys!!!" His introduction was answered by a resounding tumult of boisterous guffaws and cheers. "Ahaaaa... these are me mateys, me brothers from ages past. Many a new song been sung 'bout the terrific plights aboard the Balmy Augury!" An even greater cacophony clapped over the waters. Shanks continued, "Now allow me to present my petition. Seein' as it is me ship, I'll be takin' over again." A voice rose from the crew, "Oi! That wudn'a petiti..." Shanks drew his pistol and shot the man's hat off of his head. Everything was silent save for the mutterance, "Oi, me 'at." Shanks blew the smoke from the barrel of his beloved pistol that had never come through like that before and slyly asked, "Anymore comments? Questions?" Perfect quiet. "Yoho, then!! Let us make for open seas!"
He trundled down to his old and spacious quarters intending to collapse into a wonderful sleep. He opened the door... and it happened again. That slippery, sticky-fingered, slutty, saucy, seductive, sensuous, sinister sister of sin was lying in wait for him... quite literally. She sat up in his great bed and attempted to justify herself, "Well I couldn't rightly bed down with the..." Shanks cut her off, "I know what you're up to, you little versatile, vexatious vixen! You want me booty, and ye shan't be havin' it!" A sly grin slithered across her face. Shanks frowned and stuck his jaw out. "Me gold, you siren. Me gold."
[[Yes, I am having way too much fun with this. I'm thinking since Julia is probably not going to take this girl, we could split control. I don't know what to do with her.]]
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Post by NµKe on Apr 9, 2011 22:26:49 GMT -5
[[You smutty little boy...]]
The vixen smiled... and rolled over to the one side of the bed and stood up. There was an unusually tall slit in her ridiculously ravishing dress... she used it well. She strode up to Shanks and placed a finger on his chest pushing up backwards up against his walk-in closet.
"You... sir... owe me a favor, actually two and a half favors. Don't you dare even think about A) Calling for anyone or B) Pretending that you don't remember EXACTLY what happened when you last stopped in at Rill's Evening-Tide! 'Come aboard me' vessel!' you said! 'Help steer the ship!' you said! You LIAR!"
As she went on with her incredible speech about the unfaithful Shanks Toby began to come right on into the captain's quarters. He heard the voice and stopped dead in his tracks. He listened. It was definitely a woman. He peeked in a little. Shanks was dumbstruck. The woman wasn't. He saw the slit... and fainted.
Toby fell directly forward right onto his face but the impact did nothing to his unconsciousness. He was long gone before the splinter ever entered into the right side of his nostril, though he'd definitely notice its entrance later on.
The woman turned and smiled.
"Who is this, Captain Shanks? Isn't this the man that caused that "fight" that got you out of Rill's tavern? Don't look like such enemies now, do you?"
The vixen walked up to Toby and stroked the side of his face... then grabbed the dagger out of his belt and stood up to Shanks, holding the dagger against his stomach, prodding and poking every now and then to assure Shanks of its... effectiveness.
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