..::happiness is a warm gun::..
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				Title: <strong>..::happiness is a warm gun::..</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 06:19:19</strong>
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				Isis dropped the basket to the ground as she saw her home town. she could see the homes burning but had no idea what had happened. <br>Isis ran trying to reach her home. On&nbsp; the edge of town she was greeted by the thick black smoke that seemed to consume the whole town. <br>the sent was horrifying. it was sweet, sickeningly so. Isis knew almost immediately what the sent was; burning flesh. <br>"ma'ma!" she yelled as she started to run in to the darkness. <br>"dad! Thaiva! someone!" <br>Isis yelled as she ran. All Isis could think about was her family and hoped they were ok. This fire seemed to have gotten so big so fast. but how?<br>Isis stopped in her tracks as she herd voices she had never herd before. they spoke the same language but with an actsent. <br>What was happening?
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 09:04:44</strong>
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				Captain Ethan Krueger had just taken care of another village. It was becoming boring and un-challenging to him now. He told his men to not take any prisoners and kill them all. It made things a lot less difficult when he went house to house stealing, gold, jewlery, anything of value so they can sell it. <br><br>As he stood in the center of the village, he smiled at his men's work. <br>"I'm impressed, they are getting very good at this." he said looking around. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 22:03:58</strong>
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				Isis could hear the man speaking. It was not rocket science to understand what had happened here.&nbsp; Isis tried to find her barring in the dark smoke. Even tho she had lived there for her whole life things looked so different now that they were burnt to rubble. <br>Isis started to know were she was she she could&nbsp; faintly make out the pillars for the fountain in the center of town. The idea that the soilders were still in the town had never crossed her mind. Isis placed arm over her face trying not to inhale the smoke that was starting to burn her lungs. <br>Isis reached the fountain still not able to see much. but the air was cleaner here. the running water from the fountain seemed to&nbsp; help&nbsp; the smoke dissipate. <br>isis knelt by the fountain coughing abit. the lower she was to the ground the better the air seemed to&nbsp; be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ..::happiness is a warm gun::..</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 05:42:59</strong>
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				Ethan heard coughing coming from a cloud of smoke and knew there was one more person in there. <br>He grabbed his knife and walked to the smoke, moving through it like it was nothing. He found his way to the fountain where he heard coughing. He leaned down close to the ground and saw a pair of legs. He crawled over to her and grabbed her then standing up and carrying her out of the smoke. He put her on the ground looked down at her, his looming shadow covering her. <br>"Who are you?" he asked pointing the knife at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ..::happiness is a warm gun::..</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 05:48:49</strong>
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				Isis coughed more as the smoke cleared from her lungs. It took a moment before she looked up. She jumped as he spoke to her, knife in hand. she pulled her legs close to her afraid of him. <br>"I-i-" she stuttered over her own name . Isis wanted to&nbsp; run.&nbsp; everything inside of her screamed to run as far and as fast as she could but her legs just did not do as thy were told. <br>"Isis" she finally got her name out.
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 08:07:49</strong>
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				Ethan's men came running up and looked at her. <br>"can we kill her?"<br>"I want to see the Captain' do it!"<br>"Yeah! He is the best!"&nbsp; his men shouted around him.<br>Ethan's head raced with them shouting. "Shut up you lot'!" he yelled at them. His eyes ran over her face and for the first time he felt pity for someone. <br>"No, I think we can keep her as a trophy...or my personal slave", he said to them. His eyes went soft as he looked at her. "Tie her up and put her in the cargo. I will deal with her later" he said turning and walking away and two men grabbed her and tied her hands and feet together. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 20:40:33</strong>
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				Isis fought hard with the two men that bound her tight. she fought till her wrists had rope burn. her legs were less of a fight now that she realized how much the&nbsp; ruff rope hurt her skin. <br>Isis screamed for help as if some one who cared could hear her. She had no idea how pointless it was .<br>Isis felt her body flop on to the hard wood of the ship . she could feel the rocking of the sea. <br>"hey! Hey!" she yelled for her holding place.<br>"I know you&nbsp; can hear me!"
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 20:49:06</strong>
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				"Shut up ye' wrench!" one of the shipmates yelled. "before I personally come down there and kill you myself." he yelled before walking away.<br><br>Ethan waited until all of the cargo was loaded before setting sail. He left the wheel to his first mate before walking down the cargo. <br><br>"Well, how did you manage to survive all of that, my lady?" he asked walking to a chair in front of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ..::happiness is a warm gun::..</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 20:58:48</strong>
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				Isis looked up&nbsp; at him as she tried to hold on to the floor.&nbsp; Her body was not used to the tossing of the ship. she looked a bit pale. Isis looked up&nbsp; at&nbsp; the man as he spoke to&nbsp; her.&nbsp; <br>"I was out" she knew that is why she was not killed like everyone in her town. <br>the ship shifted again with the waves; Isis slide on the floor.<br>She looked abit panicked, She had never been out at she and the rocking of the ship threw of her equilibrium <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 22:08:49</strong>
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				"You'll get used to it." he said watching her. "You'll have to. We already a couple miles from port." he said standing up. <br>"I should go ahead and kill you. You will be nothing but another mouth to feed on this vessel and we don't have enough already." he said eyeing her. "But, there's something about you."
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 22:35:45</strong>
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				Isis just looked away from him. At the same time she wanted to beg for her life she wanted to be killed. It made the most sence or so she thought. she had lost her family had been stolen&nbsp; dragged in to a ship. what was there for her. Still at the same time she was afraid of dyeing much like any&nbsp; on would be.<br>"please dont" she finally spoke meekly. her voice trembling <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 22:44:12</strong>
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				"You can be my personal slave." he said after looking at her for a few seconds. "You can sleep in my quarters so you dont have to stay with the shipmates." he said looking down at her. He walked to her and cut the ropes off.<br>"There's no where for you to run to now." he said turning away. "Be in my quarters in 10 minutes so we can talk about your first job as my slave." he walked up the stairs and returned to his room. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 22:52:35</strong>
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				Isis rubbed her wrists they hurt fomr the rope then found her way up from the ground. <br>Isis more or less followed him. She took a good amount of time longer then him. Granted she was grabbing on to anything she could find so that she would not fall.&nbsp; Once on deck the mix of salt and sun burnt her eyes. She looked around for him. Not seeing him she made took a guess as to were he would be. <br>Isis scrambled to the large doors that shut the captains quarters off from the rest of the ship. <br>She could feel the looks from the rest of the ships crew as she stumbled around. She was walking a bit better by the time she got to&nbsp; the door. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 23:04:19</strong>
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				"Ah. you finally make it." Ethan said walking to her. "About damn time." he said to the crew members, who laughed.<br>"You may sit down for a while. We were just about to eating." he said sitting down at the table.<br><br>"Capta'n, Why does she get to eat? She is only a slave!" a crew member shouted at him. <br><br>"Because, I say so." he said grabbing a cup and pouring some rum in it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 23:10:40</strong>
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				food was the last thing she wanted to think about with the way she felt. Isis kept her eyes on her plate as the others around her mocked and jeered at her expense. At least one person was defending her. Isis pulled part her food into small bites. She really did not want to&nbsp; eat but she knew it was a good idea. <br>with all the yelling Isis dropped her hands hard on the table a sound like it may get attention<br>"please. I want to go home" She stated firmly asserting herself. <br>Isis really never thought before she acted. she just went on impulse 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 18:40:27</strong>
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				Ethan looked at her then held up his hand knowing the crew members would start going crazy from that disrespect.<br>"I'm sorry miss but we are already miles from port. And we wouldn't exactly let you go anyway. You're my slave." He stood up and walked behind her chair. <br>"You're fairly lucky I'm the one that found you because my men were told to kill anything that moves in the village."
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 19:13:46</strong>
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				Isis got up&nbsp; and stun around facing him&nbsp; as he&nbsp; walked&nbsp; behind&nbsp; her chair. She placed her hand on the table behind her so she would not fall. <br>"how is that lucky?" she asked. " my family&nbsp; is dead everything i once knew and loved is gone. the only thing i want is to&nbsp; be home a properly morn. yet i am on this ship with the men that committed these crimes"<br>she narrowed her eyes. <br>"I do not consider myself lucky" 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 19:21:18</strong>
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				Ethan took a step towards her and put her hands on the table behind her. <br>"unless you'd rather be dead, by all means I'll have my men tie you up and throw you over. It won't bother me none." he said looking into her eyes. He looked around and started to walk back to his chair.<br>"I'm giving you a lot of stuff slaves wouldn't get like to sleep in here with me, no chains that barr you to the ship and your life." he said sitting down.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 19:28:15</strong>
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				As he came close she tryed to pull away from him but the table kept her in place. Isis trembled as he was inches away from her speaking about how he could not careless about her.<br>Isis took her seat once more and tryed very hard to&nbsp; eat.&nbsp; She looked up&nbsp; from her plate now and then takeing in what was happening in the room. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 07:30:46</strong>
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				Ethan looked at her. His men already were questioning his judgment with her. They didn't understand why he would keep her on the boat, let alone, alive.<br><br>After they got done eating, Ethan stepped onto the deck and grabbed the wheel. Their next target was a small island almost a day's worth away. As he looked to the east, he noticed the clouds becoming darker. It was going to be a stormy night for them. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 07:39:14</strong>
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				After eating and then cleaning up&nbsp; Isis wandered out to the deck herself. She was fianlly standing with out fallin over herself but she still did not feel so great. <br>Isis wandered to the port side&nbsp; and leaned on the railing she looked out to the sea seeing nothing but it's cool blue nothingness. She watched as the sea started to become choppy and the air smelt like rain.<br>she started to wonder how the night was going to be. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 04:55:57</strong>
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				"It's going to be a wild ride tonight." he said loudly. His eyes kept looking over her. He didn't know why he had saved her but maybe he would put her to some use tomorrow once, the seas had died down.
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 03:41:33</strong>
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				Th ship started to rock in the waves. The ocean started to grow. waves crashing over the side and getting bigger. Isis clung to the railing. she did not know what to do. a wave came over the deck drenching her. <br>Isis clung tight and closed her eyes.<br>It did not take lng before she scuttled over the the latter that led up&nbsp; to&nbsp; the deck the wheel stold on. she clung tight to&nbsp; this since it was far away from the rushing water. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 02:49:13</strong>
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				The waves grew higher as the it started to rain and lightning. He held the wheel tightly as the boat rocked from side to side. He moved his eyes across the deck as he barked orders to his crew.<br>"Hold the line!"<br>"Don't let go!"<br>"Damnit! You 'ill be the death of us all!"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 05:30:09</strong>
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				Isis clung tight to&nbsp; the latter. the rain drenching her and the salty sea water that crashed on to the deck did not help. Every time the ship&nbsp; tossed or a wave hit her she swore it would be the end of her. She herd him yelling at the men on deck. she watch as some pulled ropes and other released them. <br>she had no idea how these things worked what rope did what or what difference some of them even made. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 17:54:59</strong>
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				Ethan saw her flopping around and knew the best way to not get her killed was to get her inside. "Get her inside so she doesn't go overboard!" he yelled at one of the crew members, who grabbed her and pushed her into Ethan's cabin.
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 20:58:00</strong>
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				Isis clung on to the man that dragged her away from the only place she felt safe. Once inside she watched the door close. This place made her worrie more she was alone and could not see what was happening for all she knew the ship could be going down and she would be inside this room trapped. <br>the violent seas still tossed the ship around and now Isis ready did not have any thing to&nbsp; hold on to. <br>she was <br>Isis soon lost track of time in the room alone. She just begged for the sea to stop. for the air to calm and to still be alive at the end of this. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 06:10:11</strong>
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				After what seemed like forever, the waters calmed enough that Ethan could go to his cabin. He walked in seeing her laying on the ground. He grabbed a chain and put it around one of her wrists then the other to the post on his bed. <br>"Sleep for now, tomorrow I will think about how I can put a good use to you." he said sitting down on the bed. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 09:43:21</strong>
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				Isis watched him walk in as she shivered on the floor. She did not fight him when he chained her to his bed. her arms went limp in his hands and the fell back to were it was. She had started to&nbsp; dry off abit&nbsp; but she was still very cold. her wet dress only added to&nbsp; that. she pulled her knees close to her body and tried to keep her arms between her chest and legs. <br>As much as she was afraid of Ethan she kind of hoped he wold tell her to&nbsp; come by him at least she would be warmer then over here alone. Isis watched him sit as her teeth chattered. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 23:21:05</strong>
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				Ethan wasn't the kind of man to take pity on anyone but seeing her sitting there alone and cold made him feel a little guilty. He shook his head as he tried to ignore her but her eyes pierced through him. <br>"Come up here and lay...just don't let my crewmen see. Got it?" he said finally unlocking her chain and making room for her<br><br>(This is my 1000th post ;D)
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 07:23:41</strong>
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				Isis moved slowly. unsure if she could trust him but she was so cold. She&nbsp; curdled&nbsp; up next to him but not touching him. She nodded to his question. she pulled part of the sheet over herself trying to trap in what little heat her body was giving off. <br>Isis looked back at him. "Thank you" she spoke softly. She felt as if it needed to be said. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:19:59</strong>
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				Ethan didn't say anything only laid his head down and closed his eyes. He couldn't let his crew see him being nice to a slave. Tomorrow he would have to show them his strength and to prove he wasn't losing it. <br>&nbsp;The next morning, when the sun had just broke the horizon, he got up and went to the deck to watch the ocean. Ethan left her in the bed and didn't bother moving her.<br>He enjoyed the salty air in his nose and the cool breeze on his skin. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 08:03:48</strong>
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				Isis tripped out not long after him. He moved and it had woken her up. she was so happy to see the sun&nbsp; after that night. there was a time were she honestly tought she would never see it again. <br>She looked around at everyone working wondering were Ethan had gone. He was the only one she really knew at all&nbsp; on this wooden death trap so&nbsp; she assumed it the best idea to&nbsp; stay close to him.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 22:01:49</strong>
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				Ethan watched her come out. <br>"Up here." he shouted. He kept watching the water but knew she heard him. One of the crew members saw her and looked at him. <br>"Blood hell! Why are you treating 'er like an equal?" the guy shouted. Ethan shot a glance at him and realized what he was doing. He would have to prove he didn't look at her that way. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 07:29:14</strong>
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				Isis looked over at the two men.&nbsp; Because of the night before Isis was not as afraid of him ad she once was still; she worried that he was not all he seemed to be. <br>Isis walked up&nbsp; to&nbsp; were he was slowly. She had so trouble getting up&nbsp; the latter to&nbsp; were he was. she tripped abit on her dress&nbsp; but there was not to far to&nbsp; fall. aparently ships and dresses did not mix. <br>Finally she dragged herself up and she slinked over to&nbsp; him. She looked at the ground as she stood next to him unsure of what to do now. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 20:49:06</strong>
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				Ethan looked over at her and smiled. "Good morning." he said so only she could hear him. <br>He nodded to a crew member who stepped up to the wheel. "Follow me" he commanded before walking down the steps and into his chamber.
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				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 02:47:25</strong>
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				Isis had just gotten up there now he wanted her to go back down. this was a bit frustrating. she almost fell again as she climbed down but managed to keep her balance. she stayed far behind until she reached the door. she was a bit worried about what would happen now. she tryied to clear her mind he hand been nothing but kind well as kind as he would really be considering her took her from her home killed everyone she knew. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:41:29</strong>
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				"Do you know how to cook?" he asked once she stepped into his chamber. "My men will need something to eat tonight and we are days from land now." he said as he looked at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ..::happiness is a warm gun::..</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:48:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"umm no not really" Isis looked at the floor. she really never tried to cook her mother took care of that. <br>"i mean i am sure i could try. but i can't say it would even be edible" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ..::happiness is a warm gun::..</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 06:04:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope it is. My crew isn't as forgiving as I am." he said walking to the door. "We have some supplies in the cargo area. Figure something out. Make it for 4 people." he said putting his hand on the doorknob. He turned his head and looked at her. Her innocent eyes felt like they pierced him. <br>"You have three hours." he added hoarsely before walking out the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ..::happiness is a warm gun::..</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aifa Yasha Jaganshi</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 07:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isis looked at what she had to work with some dried beef and vegetables. She was kind of glade hey had stopped in her town. at least there was some fresh food to put into dinner. Isis took the beef and used some&nbsp; of the fresh water to draw out the salt making it almost soft once more. she really was not to skilled in the kitchen but she had seen her mother do something like this once she could only hope to mimic it. <br>Isis some how pulled a stew together. It was not to bad she thought it was one of the best things she had ever cooked and hoped it better then what they had been eating on the ship before she had gotten there. 
			</dd>
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