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[ofgvbrielas-blog]

❝don’t ask me where we are because i can’t tell you and i also don’t exactly know. just cause i have great knowledge of the seas don’t at all mean that i know everything.❞ gabriela laughed to herself, opening up her flask and took a swig, only to find it was empty. she scowled. ❝brilliant, my day just got a thousand times better.❞

[ffaidan-blog]

the exhilaration of skin touching the scrunching, tickling sand left the brunette with more than a small grin on his face. there was just something so INVIGORATING about this whole experience – well, the whole kidnapping from his wedding and now on a strange island with a couple of pirates who are holding royals for ransom. the fact was, though, that the crinkle in his eyes and the flexing of the muscles in the apples of his cheeks was an expression worn for the past two weeks on the sea. he was HAPPY to have been ridden of the wedding (alas, a thought he would tell only a few) and even more jocular at being surrounded by the pirates he had only read about in books. he, after all, did IDOLIZE them in some form. in any case, the taste of FREEDOM was absolutely spectacular. 

his outlook on the whole situation was, of course, not reflected by other pirates and royals alike and the GLOOM that filled the area was one aidan disliked. STRONGLY. he took off his suit jacket, throwing it onto the dry sand, and rolled up his sleeves, as if preparing himself for something GRAND. his feet landed with a jump onto the nearest collection of rocks and he stood there akimbo. “ this whole journey here, i have prepared the most EXCELLENT of jokes for my fellow friends and family alike. i have racked my brain for only the best form of entertainment for you all. i must suggest you sit down, as this might just BLOW you away.  are you lads ready? REALLY ready? you sure? —- ALRIGHT. how do pirates know that they are pirates? they think, therefore they ARRRR!! ” the crown prince extended his arms out, hands shaking with some form of pride. “— ta dah?”

[mooreimogen-blog]

“there was a lass i met one day, one day on the shining sea. a smart young lass with long gold hair, pretty as pretty can be.” imogen sang the shanty to herself under her breath as she strolled down the beach, kicking rocks occasionally as she went along. she’d abandoned her shoes long ago and let her hair down. she had finally gotten a little moment to herself, and she took advantage of it to wander the island on her own. “she smiled at me and stole my heart, for my heart it was hers to be. but then one night she ran away, left me on the shining sea--” she reached down to pick up a shell, and as she bent over, she got the sinking feeling that she wasn’t alone. she sighed, straightening and slipping the shell into her pocket. “might as well say something now, unless you want my fist in your face.”

[athenamanos-blog]

athena was frightened, not only for her own life but for all the other royals who were taken captive with her, and although she was thankful she made it through the days on the ship–treacherous as they were– it did not sustain her hope in staying alive much. However, she refused to show it, she would not be crying or throwing tantrums like some of the people she had seen do, she’d remain calm and as collected as possible while finding a way to get home. In order to do that she had to try and keep her mind off the anxiety aspect of it all, “I have never been so dirty in my life,” athena’s voice was flat as she spoke honestly, “is anyone else in dire need to bathe? i suppose they weakened us even more by letting us bathe multiple times a day...” she was thinking out as she spoke of the many people that raised her.  

[xiamaras-blog]

with gun powder streaks all over her cheek and elbows, the gunner placed one of the weapons on her hip gun holster and spun her second gun in her hand. “ would ye mind pickin' up that wee apple o'er thar, placin' it on yer head, 'n standin' about 30 meters away, lad? ”