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Taking in the never ending sunshine, Jeanne rested inside of the hammock that had taken her longer to set up than she would have admitted. If only the damned thing hadn't kept slipping down the trees, there's no way it was her knots that weren't holding. Imagine, a pirate who couldn't tie a knot?! She would have been the laughing stock of her crew...<br/>
<br/>
Well, that was if she hadn't already accomplished that. Surely as they sailed off the boat she had had worked hard to acquire they were all moste likely laughing their asses off.<br/>
<br/>
"Useless traitors." The grumpy woman groaned to herself as she tossed within her hammock. She had already spent years unleashing her anger out on the island. Tearing down trees, stomping on any foilage that was unlucky enough to end up under boots, and using all the scraps to set the largest bonfire that deserted island had ever seen.<br/>
<br/>
Well Jeanne had to admit it wasn't entirely deserted. There was that small tribe of civilized people, but they weren't kind to strangers, or maybe they just didn't liek the fire starting kind of strangers. Whatever their issue may be, Jeanne quickly made up her mind to accept the independent life.<br/>
<br/>
After several years of leading her crew on a wreckless adventure for revenge, the men had grown tired of their captain's needless desire for more and more and more and more, and yes, even more death and destruction. What was it that Jeanne was even avenging, her crew didn't know and the spiteful pirate had to admit she couldn't remember anymore either. Now, after a few years of being trapped on this one damned little island, she was almost thankful they had abandoned her.<br/>
<br/>
She wasn't exactly grateful for the getting thrown overboard part, but hey for a bunch of sleezy pirate men that was the best outcome she could ask for.<br/>
<br/>
Last night there had been such a terrible storm, similiar to the one that washed her up on to this island several years ago... maybe that was why these memories of the past were creeping in. Well Jeanne wouldn't allow it, she was filled with too much pride to allow men who abandoned her to fill her thoughts. So up she got, out of her hammock to find a way to keep busy. Being alone meant that there was always work to be done.<br/>
<br/>
Throughout the night she heard the loud and all too familiar sound of large chunks of wood slamming in to one another. She was certain that the storm had washed in some old wreckage. Maybe she'd even be lucky enough to find a nice big crate of food! It had only happened a handful of times, but hey, a girl could dream.<br/>
<br/>
Making her way down to the shore, Jeanne passed several wildlife creatures along the way. Large lizards, exotic birds, even a small primate here and there; they had all learned to accept the feisty pirate woman that had settled in their home. Despite her harsh tone, the woman still had a kind nature. The ever so pleased look on the face of the primate she was petting was proof that at the very least she could be affectionate.<br/>
<br/>
As each animal came to receive their round of attention, they all froze as an unfamiliar sound tore through the peaceful moment. Ears perked, tails coiled, and then suddenly they all ran. Each one scurrying over the other in an attempt to hide away from the loud scary noise. Meanwhile, Jeanne, well she just needed a reason to be angry.<br/>
<br/>
With brow furrowed she marched her way down to the beach only to realize the loud sounds were words... from a man?<br/>
<br/>
Ensuring to stay out of site, her eyes had settled on the poor fellow, trapped beneath what looked like the remains of his ship. Traveling the world made her familiar with the more exotic species of peoples that inhabited different lands, and this fluffy fellow seemed to be one of them. "Now who could this unlucky bastard be?" She had whispered to herself, wondering if this was someone who could be trusted... or that was worth her time. While Jeanne was capable of kindness, she was still a pirate. Was it worth it for her to help this man? Guess there as no way to find out without talking to him.<br/>
<br/>
So Jeanne casually made her way closer to the wreckage, coming around from behind. She stood a good distance away; prepareing for the off chance that he was setting a trap, but any concern couldn't be seen as a sarcastic grin settled on her face. Not all men were cut out for the sea, and the female pirate couldn't help but be amused when she witnessed one learning that harsh lesson.<br/>
<br/>
"Looks like you're in need of some assistance, sir. You must be blessed by the gods to have such a kind lady pirate like myself find you." A cunning, teasing look rested in her eyes. " It's your lucky day! Now you have the wonderful chance to prove your are worth saving, So let's hear it! Tell me why I shouldn't shave off that fluffy fur to stuff in my pillows before I let the shore come in and wash you off my pretty beach?" Her witfilled tone put heavy emphasis on the 'my' part. Considering the lack of any other person coming to rescue the lad, she figured she could make any outlandish claims that she wanted. Besides who was going to challenge her, the fluffy man caught under his boat? Just the idea brought out a small chuckle from the surly pirate.<br/>
<br/>
With hands on her hips and the ocean breeze in her hair, Jeanne waited for his answer.</div>