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black sails, I
Describe my blog in terms of "came for the _____, stayed for the _____"
Nelson’s pride. The HMS Victory.
[ Half on the-shattered-shield for the day, loves. I'll still be on here, though. xx ]
"Why did you do that?" ((hello there!
Cocking a brow, I turn around in surprise. “I just… I… Why do you ask? Are you following me?” Granted, I’m probably looking more than a bit guilty as I stand there, a bucket of fish in hand.
[ Hey there! ^.^ ]
Slurring my words a bit drunkenly, I shake her hand in a careful manner. “She looked hungry, what can I say? Don’t you agree?” I look away for a moment, admiring the sun on the horizon, swaying a bit on my feet. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Jacky cut her eyes between the drunken Captain and the saucy mermaid figurehead, resisting the urge to roll them.
"Charmed. I’m sure." She replied, focusing on Flint again. "I suppose since you took such care to feed her so carefully, you won’t mind climbing up there and wiping her mouth clean when you’re sober now, will you?"
"Right. Well. Of course. She can't be messy, now can she?" Giving her a messy, lopsided smile, I merely nod and wander off to clean the blasted bucket. "I shall be back later, then."
[ Be back in a bit. Making holubtsi with my mum. ]
"Why did you do that?" ((hello there!
Cocking a brow, I turn around in surprise. “I just… I… Why do you ask? Are you following me?” Granted, I’m probably looking more than a bit guilty as I stand there, a bucket of fish in hand.
[ Hey there! ^.^ ]
Pulling a face, as if I know damn well that I’m in trouble, I try for a timid smile. “I just, I, er, was in the middle of something. Worry not. Rotten fish and all. It’s better not to ask questions.”
Setting the creaky, wooden bucket down upon the dock, I glance back in her direction again. “I’m Flint. Captain Flint. Of the Walrus.”
Jacky glanced at the offered hand and accepted it hesitantly, “Jacky Faber, Captain of the Lorelei Lee. Now that we’ve gotten the formalities out of the way, do you mind telling my why you thought my poor figurehead was hungry enough that she’d want these rotten fish?”
Slurring my words a bit drunkenly, I shake her hand in a careful manner. “She looked hungry, what can I say? Don’t you agree?” I look away for a moment, admiring the sun on the horizon, swaying a bit on my feet. “It’s nice to meet you.”
"How did you get in here?" //What the heck.. I'll bite out of curiosity.
"Shit," comes a quiet mumble, my head flicking the direction of Tess’ figure. "How did /you/ get in here? This is a private residence." I won’t mention that I’m breaking in as well, apparently. Or that it’s not in fact my own home.
The roots of the word “piracy” come from the ancient Greek πειράομαι, or peiráomai, meaning “attempt;” i.e. an attempt to rob for personal gain. This morphed into πειρατής, or peiratēs, meaning “brigand,” and from that to the Latin pirata, where we get the modern English word pirate.
"Why did you do that?" ((hello there!
Cocking a brow, I turn around in surprise. “I just… I… Why do you ask? Are you following me?” Granted, I’m probably looking more than a bit guilty as I stand there, a bucket of fish in hand.
[ Hey there! ^.^ ]
"No, I’m not following you, but that happens to be my ship you’re standing in front of, and I don’t take kindly to strangers who enjoy tossing fish at my figurehead.”
Jacky put her hands on her hips, doing her best to make her five foot two figure look intimidating.
Pulling a face, as if I know damn well that I’m in trouble, I try for a timid smile. “I just, I, er, was in the middle of something. Worry not. Rotten fish and all. It’s better not to ask questions.”
Setting the creaky, wooden bucket down upon the dock, I glance back in her direction again. “I’m Flint. Captain Flint. Of the Walrus.”
"Why did you do that?" ((hello there!
Cocking a brow, I turn around in surprise. “I just… I… Why do you ask? Are you following me?” Granted, I’m probably looking more than a bit guilty as I stand there, a bucket of fish in hand.
[ Hey there! ^.^ ]
Send me one to see how my muse reacts!
"Shut up!" "Please, talk to me." "I have no idea…" "I know what this is!" "Why did you do that?" "How could you do this?" "Let me do it!" "Leave me alone." "Don’t leave me." "Kiss me." "Don’t touch me." "Why weren’t you there?" "Why are you here?" "What are you doing?" "Don’t look!" "Just look at it!" "How did you get in here?" "How did you escape?" "Help me." "I want to help you." "You’re a monster!" "You’re not a monster!"
[ I'd literally kill for an Eleanor to write with. Not even joking. ]
"James Flint~"
"That’s my name," I utter quietly in reply, an amused grin touching the very corner of my lips. "Make sure you don’t wear it out."
"To have your blessing is a bit of a surprise," I tell her, eyes drifting lazily over to her face. "Thank you."
"If you fool me, you will drown.” she told him, turning to make her leave.
"I may be many things, but a liar and a fool I am not," I say as I watch her turn to leave.