A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}
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				Title: <strong>A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 08:53:29</strong>
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				Miss Johnson had just finished a much-appreciated bath in the captain's quarters, being the only young lady on board the ship.&nbsp; While she brushed and braided her long, dark-blonde hair she thought back to that morning when she had explored the large ship more fully.&nbsp; It was very long and there were so many sailors on it.&nbsp; So many cute sailors, especially the one that had taken her below deck and showed her all the different holds and compartments.&nbsp; Several times she had caught him looking at her, but he never got too close.&nbsp; He wouldn't.&nbsp; No boy would.&nbsp; It was common knowledge she was going to meet her betrothed at the end of this voyage.&nbsp; This beautiful ship was taking her to be with him, and she nearly hated the ship for it.&nbsp; Her musings paused for a moment as she thought she heard a strange noise, but she decided she must be imagining things.&nbsp; She went back to braiding her hair, just finishing off one braid and starting another on the other side of her head.&nbsp; Her thin cotton shift in soft white clung to her young body, she would celebrate her 18th birthday on this ship, in just a few days.&nbsp; No friends or family to celebrate with.&nbsp; She sighed softly and finished off the other braid.&nbsp; Leaning back on the captain's bed, cursing her fate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 09:04:59</strong>
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				Off in the distance, another ship lurks.<br><br>"Aye, she'll be a pretty catch, she will." Captain Eugene Kelpbeard muttered to himself, setting aside the spyglass and turning to his crew. "Ye boys know the plan, now haul sails and let's nab this 'ere prize a'fore they even know were 'ere!"<br><br>As his pirates leap into action, the captain of the <em>Hard Headed Hagfish</em> worked his way across the deck to his cabin, to retrieve his family's sword, pausing only for a moment to scoff at the half-dozen wanted posters for his head he had hanging from the wall. "Ehh... they got the beard all wrong. It's no' tha' long. An' they've got the eyepatch on th' wrong eye. Ye'd think they'd at least make a good portrait. Thissun, they don' even get me hair the right color! It's brown, not black!" He shakes his head,&nbsp; before moving back onto the deck and to the wheel, to command his crew from a better vantage point.<br><br>"Alright, ye scurvy dogs, let's show these lan'lubbers what REAL sailors are like! Open fire!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 09:11:05</strong>
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				The warm bath and gentle rocking motion of the powerful ship lulled Miss Johnson into a light sleep where she began dreaming of two-headed sailors that came awfully close to kissing her below deck.&nbsp; She giggled in her sleep and turned over to curl up on her side, her back facing the door leading out on deck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 09:19:16</strong>
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				The cannons of the Hard-Headed Hagfish roared like the ocean trying to outdo an angry lion. Several cannonballs quickly strike the unprepared vessel, raising a panic amongst its crew.<br><br>"Har ha! Got 'er. A few more rounds, boys, an' we'll be ready to hook 'em!" Captain Kelpbeard laughs wildly, clearly enjoying himself with a wild passion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 09:24:34</strong>
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				What sounded like extremely loud thunder woke Miss Johnson from her pleasant dream.&nbsp; Blinking and sitting up she looked around in confusion.&nbsp; It sounded like there was quite a commotion going on outside.&nbsp; Wondering if perhaps lightning had caught the ship on fire or something, she quickly began to struggle into the clean blue gown she had brought with her for after the bath.&nbsp; It seemed to take forever to fasten all the tiny buttons that ran from below her waist up to her neck, but finally she was finished, all the while listening to orders being shouted from what sounded like the captain and first mate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 09:30:56</strong>
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				The battle at sea is short and brutal, ending decidedly in the pirates' favor. Both sides had taken some shots, but the pirate ship had taken far fewer, and was better prepared to handle them. As they pull up alongside the wounded ship, grappling hooks sail across the small gap, and the battle begins in earnest.<br><br>"Remember, kill 'em only iffin they fight back, take yer prisoners, an' look fer important passengers! There might be a noble o' two, an' half o' the ransom goes to the scoundrel who finds 'im first!"<br><br>With his instructions finished, Cap'n Kelpbeard joins the charge across the ropes to bring the battle to a melee, seeking out the captain or first mate, to face in a duel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 09:38:12</strong>
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				Now fully dressed, Miss Johnson walks quickly to the door to find out that all the screams and noises are about.&nbsp; Her bare feet pad lightly across the floor and she opens the large door.&nbsp; At first she sees nothing so she climbs up the stairs in front of her.&nbsp; As she peeks her head out from the stairwell she is astonished to see people boarding the ship.&nbsp; Pirates!&nbsp; She is so shocked by the sight that she does what most people would do, stand completely still, blinking as if that would make the scene before her go away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 09:45:49</strong>
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				The battle is short, and very one-sided. More than half of the defenders are unarmed, and surrender, and those that don't are quickly cut down. Kelpbeard misses his chance at a duel with the captain, but settles for the first mate, instead. The battle is exciting, torn straight from a movie, and near the end of it, many have stopped looting to watch. The duel comes to a dramatic conclusion as the first mate is disarmed, then stabbed, falling back and over the railing into the sea below. Cheers erupt from the pirate crew, while the defeated crew mutters to themselves, wondering what their fates will be.<br><br>During the scuffle, a brutish, bald, shirtless and heavily tattooed pirate spots Miss Johnson, standing alone and unguarded on the deck, and dashes through the melee to claim her as his prize. "Well, look at this, a prize worth 'er weight in gold, I say. Yer comin' with me, m'lady."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 09:50:32</strong>
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				Miss Johnson waches the scene unfold, horror and fear stamped on her delicate features.&nbsp; When one of the awful pirates shouts and runs towards her she finally takes her cue, turning and fleeing down the steps towards the captain's quarters where there is a lock on the door and she may be safe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 09:57:53</strong>
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				"Yer no' gettin' away from me tha' easily, wench!" the pirate yells, as he shoves aside a smaller man to get to her. He manages to grab her by the sleeve of her dress, ripping it and slowing her down just enough to let him get a better grip on her. "Har! Told ye!"<br><br>As the battle finishes, he hauls her to the center of the deck, where all the treasures of the ship are being collected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 10:03:03</strong>
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				Miss Johnson's face was pale with fright, making her bright green eyes appear even larger than normal.&nbsp; &nbsp; She trembled with her fear, tyring desperately to pull away from the pirate somehow, not yet ready to give up her freedom to such vile and vicious people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 10:08:39</strong>
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				The brute's grip on her arm tightens. "Iffin I were in yer place, I'd be quietin' down a bit. Don' want t' return ye damaged when we go to collect the ransom, aye?" He chuckles to himself.<br><br>The looting of the ship is quick and efficent. The booty in one pile, the crew in another. Cap'n Kelpbeard looks over the pile of treasures with a keen eye. "Damned, not as good as I were 'opin for. They mus' be travellin' light, which means they've likely got passeng-- 'ello, now thar's a good catch, iffin I do say so meself. She'll fetch a pretty penny, aye, tha' she will..." adding, silently, "if I don' keep 'er for me own, that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 10:19:03</strong>
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				Scared at the prospect of being...damage...Miss Johnson finally holds still, standing where the pirate positioned her.&nbsp; She was, at least, grateful to hear the word ransom.&nbsp; They couldn't rape her and kill her if they mean to ransom her.&nbsp; If she was good and obedient they would have to take good care of her, and so she breathed a little easier.<br><br>The captain, however, frightened her again tremendously.&nbsp; His talk of keeping her soon had her shaking again in fear.&nbsp; She tried her best to stand there and be still and strong but her fear was to strong, her will untested until now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 10:28:13</strong>
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				The captain surveys his victory. "Alright, ye scurvy dogs, ye've done good fer the day. First, take care o' the crew. Load 'em in the ldinghys an' set 'em adrift. Give 'em some o' the food an' water." A vast majority of the crew appears releived to hear that they'll be spared, although some look disturbed at the idea of being set adrift.<br><br>"Next, who're the prisoners? A cowardly captain, two noblemen, and a lass. What can I expect as ransoms fer ye?"<br><br>The captain speaks first, a blubbering man, stating that he has many contacts and can pay a small fortune for his release. Kelpbeard considers this for a moment, then nods, telling his men to "stick 'im in the bilge, he'll at least provide a little honest labor, tha' way."<br><br>He turns next to the two noblemen, who list off their lineage and their value, if their lives are spared. Again, he nods and sends them aboard the ship, to the cabins, under watch. Finally, he turns to Miss Johnson. "Well, it's not often ye see sailors willing to challenge the deeps by bringin' a wench aboard. What's yer story, an' how much are ye worth?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 10:32:02</strong>
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				"Please sir," the frightened girl stammered out, "I was sent to meet my bethrothed.&nbsp; He is waiting for me in America, I know nothing of worth, I don't know what he would pay for me."&nbsp; If possible her face grew even paler as she contemplated the alternatives to ransom, her dress shaking visibly with her tremors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 19:17:13</strong>
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				"So, yer not of noble blood, then? That might present a bit of a problem, methinks," the captain mused. Behind her, the pirate that had captured her frowned. If she's not worth anything, he's not going to get paid for finding her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 20:14:17</strong>
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				"No...not any noble's with any money at least," she added quietly and bitterly, her eyes hardening in anger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 07:50:09</strong>
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				"Well, is that so, then, lassie? This puts ye in quite a bit o' a predicament, then. Ye see, iffin yer not worth anythin', then that means I've gotta throw ye on the dinghies with the rest o' yer ship... except yer too pretty to let go." He stops to grin at her, and the rest of the crew nods in agreement, some adding their own lewd comments.<br><br>"So, I'll put yer fate in the hands o' Jack, th' man who claimed ye, but first, I'll make 'im an offer: Ye can have a double share o' the booty, iffin ye surrender her to me!" Cheers and jeers erupt from the assembled pirates, as the burly Jack weighs his options.<br><br>Eyeing the treasure pile one final time, Jack announces, "Why do I need just one tart, when I can hire a barrel-full back at harbor with a double share! Take 'er, Cap'n, an' show 'er a good time." The crowd of pirates erupts into laughter, and Kelpbeard directs his men to stow her in his cabin, then begin hauling the loot over, before sinking the crippled vessel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 18:13:25</strong>
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				Miss Johnson wants to protest her rough handling as she's taken to the pirate ship and locked into the captain's cabin, but pirates are ruthless.&nbsp; Just because she belonged to the captain didn't mean they couldn't harm her.&nbsp; Now extremely frightened, certain the captain would harm her somehow she wrapped herself up into a little ball in a far corner under a table and cried herself to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 08:08:30</strong>
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				The rest of the pirates quickly go about their buisness; hauling the booty over to the hold, herding the crew onto the dinghies to be set adrfit, and sabotaging the ruined ship to send it to the briny depths. This task accomplished, they abandon the now rapidly sinking ship, and set sail after a new tartget<br><br>The captain's quarters are very nicely furnished. The bed is large, especially by ship standards, and covered in serviceable, yet still comfortable looking quilts and pillows. Sea charts cover the walls, except for a small section dedicated to Kelpbeard's wanted posters, and a pair of swords hung on the wall in an X. Despite impressive appearances, they're not only firmly affixed to the wall, but also merely ornamental, useless for defending oneself. A desk with several papers and an inkwell in a small drawer and a large, locked chest finish out the room's furnishings.<br><br>About an hour after being locked in the room, Captain Kelpbeard returns to examine his newly claimed prize. "Welcome, lassie, to the Hard-Headed Hagfish, me pride an' joy. Yer standin' aboard one o' the finest piratin' vessels in all the seven seas. I suppose I ought t' intorduce meself, I be Captain Eugene Kelpbeard, an' from the looks o' it, yer now mine. Do ye 'ave any questions, or am I jus' wastin' me breath?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 08:12:43</strong>
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				Having been awakened by the sound of the door being unlocked, Miss Johnson begins to rise before remembering where she was.&nbsp; She stays curled up in her little ball, staring at the captain with huge frightened eyes.&nbsp; She listens to his pretty speech and finally mutters, "You're wasting your breath."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 08:23:50</strong>
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				The captain appears a bit taken aback by her comment, but quickly composes himself. "That so, wench? A good thing ye told me, or else I'd be lettin' ye 'ave free roam o' the ship, with me protection, but now I'm reconsiderin' tha' option. So I'll jest leave ye with a warnin', instead. I'm leavin' the door unlocked, an' I'll place orders that s'long as ye stay 'ere, the crew won' touch ye. But, iffin ye want food, yer gonna 'ave to leave an' brave me crew. They won' 'urt ye, too much, anyways, but they're gettin' me permission ta 'arass ye a bit, iffin they feel like it. An' they ain't seen women for close to a month, so I'm bettin' they'll feel like it."<br><br>He turns to leave, then stops and adds, "An' if ye wanna find me, I'll be up at the 'elm, on the other side o' the ship. An' ye'll meet me back 'ere tonight, after the third bell." The last line was not delivered with the tone of a request, either. He elaves the cabin, leaving the door slightly ajar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 08:31:01</strong>
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				Miss Johnson stays curled up tight for long after the captain leaves.&nbsp; She thinks she'd much rather starve than walk amognst pirates.&nbsp; They have no right touching her so roughly, looking at her way they did.&nbsp; Though she also didn't want to be here when the captain returned.&nbsp; She frantically wondered if she could somehow escape.&nbsp; Maybe she could hide somewhere safely on so big a ship.&nbsp; Or jump overboard and hope to be rescued or at least to die without...doing whatever the captain had in mind.<br><br>Climbing out from her spot, she firmly resolved to do just that.&nbsp; She would jump.&nbsp; She wold far rather drown that have that foul man touch her in any way.&nbsp; She would not let him hurt her.&nbsp; Shoulders held back, chin lifted high, resolved upon her course of action, Miss Johnson walked over to the door and opened it, slipping through and then looking around to orient herself and find a place where she could jump over the edge without being seen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 08:31:36</strong>
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				Stepping out from the captain's cabin and onto the deck, it becomes painfully obvious that no amount of stealth will aid her aboard this ship. Already, at least four sets of eyes are on her, and all of them filled with predatory looks of hunger. The ship is crawling with men, and she stands out in the crowd like a rose among a garbage heap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 15:45:40</strong>
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				Her back pressed against the door she had just closed, Miss Johnson tries desperately to think of a way to ensure a successful escape.&nbsp; <em>I wonder if pirates can swim?</em>&nbsp; Realizing she was being ridiculous, Miss Johnson ran over her options in her mind.&nbsp; The captain had seemed willing to offer her some form of protection for cooperation.&nbsp; The problem was, she wasn't willing to cooperate in that manner.&nbsp; Still, if it kept her safe from the other pirates...<br><br>Thus resolved upon a course of action, Miss Johnson stands up straight and squares her shoulders.&nbsp; Turning in the direction of the helm, offering a small prayer for the handsome young sailor who had taught her where the helm was, she went to find Captain Kelpbeard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 07:51:10</strong>
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				As she moves across the ship, she can feel the eys watching her, and, despite her conservative clothing, she can't help but feel naked uner their stares. Still, she's making good progress, and noone's stopped her.<br><br>As she nears the helm, though, some of the crew gets a little more courage, and one snakes out a hand and grabs her ass. He's moved off into the crowd before she can see who did it, but as she turns back around, another pinches her again. Picking up the pace, she makes it the rest of the way to the helm without further incident.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 13:02:38</strong>
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				Face flushed in fear and indignation, Miss Johnson decides she is probably doing the right thing as she shyly approaches the captain.&nbsp; Her head is down and she curtsies before him, hoping his original offer still stands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 23:22:15</strong>
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				The captain has his back turned to her as she approaches, calling orders to the crew "Repair that sail, hoist those lines, watch those crates, ye scurvy dogs!" Turning back to the wheel, he almost crashes into Miss Johnson. "Gah, yer a stealthy one, ain't ye? An' bold, too, makin' yer way all the way o'er here. There somethin' ye want, or ye jus' 'ere to get in me way?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 00:25:40</strong>
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				Stepping back quickly and nearly falling, Miss Johnson quickly finds purchase on the deck and is able to recover, only flushing slightly from the slight mishap.&nbsp; "Captain, I've come to tell you I've reconsidered.&nbsp; Is your earlier offer still on the table," she said boldly.&nbsp; Her father had once been a brilliant businessman and she had learned to parlay with the best of them when the situation demanded it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 03:50:03</strong>
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				Kelpbeard scratche his beard as he considers what she says. "Ye've got spirit, lass. I like that. Alright, I'll tell the men t' stop 'arassing ye... but I still plan on seein' ye in me cabin tonight, and ye only got a few more hours 'till then."<br><br>"Didya hear that, ye worthless scum? There be no touchin' o' me lady friend, at least fer now, ye hear? An' any o' ye scoundrels that do be riskin' losin' somethin' very importan' to ye! Har har!"<br><br>"Now, then, lass, ye 'ave any questions fer me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 12:06:24</strong>
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				Miss Johnson nodded her thanks while he gave his orders to the crew.&nbsp; She was startled he would allow her to ask questions, but she smoothly covered it by saying, "Yes sir, you mentioned something about eating.&nbsp; I am starving, but would you prefer to eat in your cabin together," she hoped it might buy her a little time, "or should I eat now?&nbsp; If so, where do I go to eat?"&nbsp; She smoothed down her dress, trying to avoid looking at anyone other than the captain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-06-2006, 05:05:59</strong>
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				"That be up to ye, lass... I were plannin' on havin' me dinner in me cabin, so if ye do wish to join me, that'll be at the appointed time. But if ye be hungry now, the first call to meal was... aroun' half an hour ago. The second is in a little bit, The mess be easy to fin', though... jus' down those stairs there, an' through the big doors."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>19-06-2006, 05:41:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will eat with you then Caption, should is please you," Miss Johnson said politely.&nbsp; A statement phrased as a request she hoped he would agree to.&nbsp; She couldn't exactly smile, but she did her best to look as pleasant and cooperative as possible while she waited for him to decide.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-06-2006, 06:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aye.... aye, I'd like that, lass... I'll be askin' the cook to send up an extra meal to me quarters tonight.<br><br>If yer bored an' can't find anythin' to do until then, I've got me some books ye might be interested in readin'. Most aren't tha' good, an'; all are stolen, but iffin yer interested, I kin get them out o' the storage for ye."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>19-06-2006, 11:31:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you Captain, I will look forward to it.&nbsp; If it's no trouble I would love a book to read, thank you," she replied with a tiny, forced smile.&nbsp; He was being awfully obliging.&nbsp; She would pay for it later, but if it kept the other pirates away from her she was probably making the right decision.&nbsp; She waited silently, thinking she should probably be 'dismissed' before returning to his quarters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-06-2006, 14:33:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The captain nods to her, seeing that the discussion is over, then returns to yelling at his crew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>19-06-2006, 14:52:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Offering a quick curtsy, Miss Johnson turned and walked back to the captain's quarters deliberately.&nbsp; She hoped he had a tight reign on his crew and that his word was law.&nbsp; It looked so far as if the other pirates would obey him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>20-06-2006, 07:22:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And that they did. Noone accosted her on the way back to the cabin.<br><br>Around half an hour later, the second bell rings. Only a couple more hours until the dinner with the Captain. A few minutes after, one of the deckhands brings a pile of books into the room; mostly biographies of famous individuals, or histories, or other droll non-fiction, but a couple of romance novels are also available at the bottom of the pile, beaten and well-read, but still in decent condition.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>20-06-2006, 13:43:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miss Johnson sat at the Captain's desk, thinking about anything but her predicament.&nbsp; At the very least, she no longer had to go to her betrothed.&nbsp; Turning at the sound of someone at the door, she was happy to see a pile of books in the man's hands.&nbsp; She took them and set them on the desk, thanking him politely.&nbsp; After he left she looked through the pile and selected a biography to read.&nbsp; Her mother had felt that reading and book learning were not important and were, in fact, detrimental to a lady's development.&nbsp; But her father had encouraged her love of reading.&nbsp; She felt a pang of sadness when she thought of him, but pushed it away.&nbsp; She stretched out sideways on the bed on her stomach, her long legs dangling off the edge, and began reading the book to pass the time away until the captain returned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-06-2006, 04:59:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A couple of hours after she settled into her book, the third bell rings. Outside, the sun is setting, and the shifts are being changed for the night. Moments later, the captain marches into his cabin, looking tired. He smiles at Miss Johnson, "Ye enjoyin' the book? Dinner should be 'ere in a few, take a seat wit me," he says, as he pulls a small table into the room, setting up two small chairs by it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Pirate's Life (not for me) {Jeramiahh and Purple}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purple</strong> on <strong>21-06-2006, 07:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Engrossed in her biography, Miss Johnson doesn't hear anybody at the door so hearing the captain's voice startles her and she looks over at the door quickly, looking as if she might throw the book at the intrudor.&nbsp; Realizing it is him, she lowers the back and offers a tiny, tight smile in apology.&nbsp; Slipping off the bed she answers, "Yes.&nbsp; Thank you."&nbsp; She sets the book on his desk and reluctantly walks over to the table, sitting in one of the chairs.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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