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<div class="bbsetlinks" style="padding-left:5px; display:table-cell; vertical-align:middle"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>THIS IS CLOSED. SORRY, NOT INTERESTED IN CONTINUING THIS. THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO'VE PARTICIPATED.</b></span></div></div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 26px"><b><span style="font-family:Aref Ruqaa">O'er the Sugar High Seas</span></b></span>​</div><br/><div style="border: 0;font-color:transparent;border-bottom: 3px dotted #808080;background: transparent; margin: 7px 0px 7px 0px"></div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><img src="https://i1.wp.com/www.themanylittlejoys.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/What-to-do-with-leftover-Halloween-candy-Learning-activities.jpg?resize=720%2C480&amp;ssl=1" style="width: 400px"/>​</div><br/><br/>Flotsam Harbor. Seemed fitting that he'd wash up here yet again. Although, who Kit blamed, it was hard to say. Could be the scraggly crew who'd had zero imagination and not a pint of faith in him. Or, it could just be himself for thinking his old ship mates were worthy of trust in the first place. After all...this wasn't the first time this had happened. Barely a month out to sea, the sour sea dogs had mutinied on him and left him for dead out on Littlefoot Isle, so named for its diminutive size; it could barely be called an island, being just a plot of land out in the middle of the Salted Caramel Sea ...or, no, wait, that's what an island was.<br/><br/>Anyway, now he was back, with a brand new ship to captain, here at the well-known harbor, looking for men to join him on his crew. A<i>new</i>crew, an imaginative crew, fresh men and dames who would trust a Captain to see them through to the end of the journey. There were always candy pirates and sailors here looking for vision and work, the fame and glory that came with a sea-faring adventure. And Captain Kit-Kat had faith that this time, he'd snatch the attention of a dependable crew. He had an ace up his sleeve, after all.<br/><br/>Before, he'd just been working on rumors and memory of a map he'd seen once, but this time, Kit had solid proof that the legends were true.<span style="font-family:Aref Ruqaa"><b>The Legend of the Chocolate Sailor. </b></span>Once, one of the most terrifying candy pirates in all the sweetened seas, it was said that the damnable Captain Toby McNougat had made a deal with a sweet witch and sold his soul to the Deep-sea Trench Gods for the power to accrue a fortune of a lifetime. Whatever deal he'd made, the sweet witch had been in love with the damned cretin but he'd betrayed her. Thus their deal had gone sour like a lemon Warhead, and he'd been cursed by the Deep-sea power that had once given him all his glory, turning his entire body into solid, living chocolate and giving him the ability to turn everything he touched into chocolate with his finger. The Chocolate Sailor was a formidable captain for many years, roaming the oceans in his chocolate galleon, the Hugs & Kisses, turning every foe he encountered into chocolate. However, things supposedly took a turn for the tragic when out for a long voyage, his crew turned on him, eating him alive all the way down to his magic finger. And somewhere out there in the sweetened seas, on a hidden island, there was the Chocolate Sailor's hoard, with his magic chocolate finger remaining amongst the goods. Whoever ate the finger whole would gain the powers of the Chocolate Sailor and be able to create his own candy fortune with just the touch of a finger.<br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>A candy-addicted pirate could retire on such a fantastical hoard and rebuff any enemies who came up against him with either bribery or add them to his chocolate collection. And Kit knew where the island was. ...er,<i>sort</i>of. That had been the sticking point for the men in his old crew. Because Captain Kit-Kat had once stumbled upon a very old library and seen for several minutes, a map of the sweetened seas and marked on the map, the Chocolate Sailor's Island. He didn't<i>have</i>the map with him, and that's what had made his old crew pissy. But Captain Kit-Kat had a very good memory and he knew what he saw on that map. Out in the Licorice sea, way out in those black, choppy, man-eating eel-infested waters, had been the special island he'd sought all his life.<br/><br/>He wasn't a small man or even a wimp by any measure, standing 6' tall, with a mohawk of electric, white-blonde hair and a black, skunk striped beard. In his leather vest, with piercings and tattoos, and black pants and boots, he looked like a tough guy and he exuded that command. After all, he should, being a seasoned candy pirate.<br/><br/>Taking a swig of flat butter beer from a flask, rubbing the excess liquid from his lips with the back of his hand, Captain Kit-Kat sauntered into the Black Dog Tavern to go searching for his new crew.