'Tis bright and sunny today. I reckon we could port at a harbor by afternoon. Everyone's up and running around with a mug of coffee in their hands. Nat's thinking of buying a nice parrot. Reni says they chat too much. I say getting a parrot means more swabbing the deck, 'cause of their droppings. xd Leo says it better not get into the soup. Wood throws up (over the side, thankfully).
Well, what do you know? A nice, fat trader ship shows up. Now it's up to me to think up a good trick so we can grab it. It appears to fly French colors, so the men are loading up their pistols and whatnot. Swords are good enough for me, and much more fair too. However, with this pistol (its here in my hand), I can joke around about the oh-so blowable-offable ears of 'em. The crew we mean to plunder o' course. Not The Gift's crew.
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Account Upon The Sea
Just a place to put my daily ramblings about how bad the weather and such is...you know, complaints and stuff.
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