#playing pirate

[rachelsmoneytree-blog]

Kelsey yells sea monster.

Brendan takes the wheel while Cooper and Louisa Munch (Elsa Bjergsen and Lucas Munch’s daughter) man the cannons.  I had too much fun going in cas.fulleditmode and creating the next generation of sims.  Waylon and Louisa aren’t the only sims I created that way.  You may meet the others later or they may just be background sims in the game.

Cooper and Louisa look out for sea monsters.

Louisa tells Brendan to turn the ship.

[rachelsmoneytree-blog]

Olivia and Amaya become friends.  Olivia spots something ahead and aims her cannon.

Then Chad sees something ahead.

He is so proud of himself for shooting Hugo with bubbles.  Don’t worry.  Hugo is only sleeping and bubbles are cooling on a hot day.

[rubysanimalcrossing]

Yarrr

[golden-ffxiv]

"Lookit 'ow cute mah'anglah fish is!" @elibraddock

[s-writinglog]

Playing Pirate Part 2 - 5/9/11

    After saying grace, the girls picked up their utensils and started to eat, one more ravenously than the other. Melanie shoved large spoonfuls of the delicious beef stew into her mouth at a rather alarming rate. After she realized that, she gasped and looked up, expecting to get strange looks from her hosts. But instead, Allison just laughed, and her parents sighed and shook their heads, smiling. She blushed and sat up straight, shoveling a small spoonful into her mouth. After supper, Allison's mother bade them to wash up and get ready for bed. Normally either of them would complain about this, but they were rather worn out from their play earlier, and thus consented rather easily with weary nods. Now, lying in the same small bed next to each other, Allison snuggled up against her best friend and almost sister. Melanie looked to her right at her companion. She had long, frizzy blond hair. At the age of eight, two years younger than Melanie, she was a very handsome girl. She had large, blue eyes and was a very pale complexion. Melanie turned to herself now; her normally olive skin tanned, as if dirty, her thin, short hair clinging to her head, wet from the bath earlier. She was very short for her age, and Allison was almost taller than her. Still, she wasn't going to complain.  She had her own good qualities: she was very strong and very fast, good for helping carry things about the house (and getting away from a tough situation more than once); she had a very cute face- her teeth were perfect regardless of her past, her hazel eyes had a natural glisten as if she were about to cry any minute, her cheekbones causing cute dimples to show any time she smiled. She didn't want to seem haughty, but she fancied herself quite attractive, if only she were a bit taller. Thinking of things, she finally felt the brunt of her exhaustion come drifting down as sleep came upon her.       Melanie was awakened by a smell so wondrous that at first she thought it to be a part of her dream. When she finally opened her eyelids, she saw Allison's smiling face shining down on her.       "Good morning, sleepy head! Did you sleep well?" Melanie let out a small moan of confirmation, not being much of a morning person. For a moment she forgot where she was, but when she looked around the nicely furnished room, she remembered the events of the last few weeks…   ----------       She sat on the corner of a street holding her hands out. Wearily, her shifty eyes judged any and all passerby's. Earlier in the day she had determined she didn't want to beg anymore, right after a middle-aged man shoved her to the ground harshly. She touched the spot where her elbow had hit the cold brick, and her hand recoiled as it stung. So there she sat, pleading with her eyes to any kind soul that would give her money. It had been two weeks since she had left the orphanage. She honestly couldn't even recall where it was at this point. She had wandered somewhere and found herself lost with no help. She had seen other waif's about, but all they did was give her dirty looks and rush elsewhere. Her once respectable dress was now stained brown from the dirt of the streets. Her matted hair went everywhere. But she didn't particularly care for her appearance. She'd rather concern herself with food. She was starving. She hadn't had anything to eat since three days ago when she found a half eaten biscuit strewn to the side of an alley. She had quickly devoured it, hoping none of the local gangs had seen her. Now, thinking of this feast, her stomach agreed with her thoughts by rumbling quite loudly. She blushed a bit at the sound, even though there was no one around to hear. As the sun started to set and the street lanterns started to be lit, she stood up, and started off wandering in another direction.       After a while, simply not being able to walk any more, she collapsed. It was dark and all she could see were the small spots dimly lit by street lanterns. She didn't know where she was, nor did she care for her personal safety anymore. If she would die then she would die. There was nothing to do about it. No one would miss her. Even her friends from the orphanage had abandoned her, she knew this because no one went chasing after her or even looking for her after she left. She had no living family, no true friends. No one would miss her. A tear slid down her face as she concluded that she'd be OK dying out here, as long as she didn't have to suffer anymore. As she wallowed in self pity, however, she heard soft footfall nearby. Still barely conscious, she looked up at the figure. A girl that looked to be about her age, maybe younger, knelt smiling next to her. "Are you alright?" The girl tilted her head curiously. Melanie shook her head slowly. More tears were starting to come out of her eyes. The stranger stopped smiling, and stood up. After a few seconds of silence, Melanie shoved her face under her arm. She's already gone, she didn't really want to help me. No one wants to help me. Pitying herself more and more each second of silence, slow sobs began coming  from her lump-of-a-body on the street. "Come on, take my hand! I can't stand here all night, as much as I'd like to." Melanie's body jolted as she heard the voice. The girl was not gone. She was once again smiling and holding a hand out to Melanie. She looked at the hand offered to her, and without hesitation, grasped it with all the firmness she could muster up. The girl pulled Melanie up and led her through the gates of a very, very large house she had noticed she collapsed next to.       "Allison! Dear Lord, where are ye'? I swear if you've disappeared a'gin', your father'll 'ave a fit!" The form of a small, stout, red-headed woman was the first thing she saw when Allison opened the door. The woman, rushing about it a most comical manner, turned when she saw the door open. Her red face showed a quick flash of relief which was soon replaced by one of anger. "Girl, 'ow many times do I've to tell you not to leave the house a' night? This is NO' a very safe part of-" Her words were cut off when her eyes shifted to Melanie. At once she remembered her condition, and blushed as she made a small curtsy at the woman. "And 'oo might this be?" The woman stalked up to Melanie and got uncomfortably close to her. When Allison remained quiet and looked expectantly at her, Melanie spoke up.       "My name is Melanie, Ma'am. I-" At this, she was cut off by her new savior.       "She wandered too far from her family's home one day when she was playing, and she's been lost ever since, the poor thing!" Allison hugged Melanie fiercely, and Melanie looked at her very confused. "Melanie, this is my Nanny Miss Hadley." Miss Hadley looked at Melanie doubtfully, then sighed.       "Well, let this be a lesson to ye girl. Wander too far from home and ye could end up like this poor gal. Now, let's get 'er cleaned up 'afore your father gets home." Miss Hadley walked into a nearby hallway, then shortly reappeared. "Come along, girl," she said, motioning for Melanie to follow. "Alli, you may as well come along too. Can't 'ave you wand'ring' outside a'gin'."

[s-writinglog]

Playing Pirate Part 1 - 9/25/10

“Avast, ye swabs!” The Dread Pirate Maurice wailed. “Prepare to board the enemy’s decks!” “Watch out men, be ready to protect the ship! You there, pirate!” Huhes, head of the queen’s royal navy, pointed at the captain of the oncoming ship. “There’s no way a disgusting pirate like you could ever overcome one of the Queen’s great ships!” At this, the pirate scoffed.                 “I could say it the other way around! There’s no way some wussy soldier could ever defeat our mighty crew. Haven’t you heard all the tales? It is very rare that the military wins!” He put both of his hands on his hips and let out a hardy laugh. Huhes clenched his fists and put his arms straight to his sides, indignant. His face started turning red with anger.                 “I’ll show you!” The young captain of the guard called. He knelt down, scooped up a bit of sand and packed it into a ball shape, then yelled, “Men, fire cannons!” The sand projectile whizzed through the air. Before the Dread Pirate had any time to duck or evade, the cannon hit him right in the head, getting drenched sand in his eyes, mouth, and nose. He coughed and sputtered, whipping all of the sand out of his face. As soon as he cleared his eyes, he looked down to see the head of the navy preparing more cannon fodder, with a sly grin on his face.                 "Fine, if that’s how you want to play… “The young pirate stooped down and started making his own weapons, but this time larger, and with many small rocks inside. When they both had enough to start shooting, the soldier had the first shot. He missed, however, and the pirate laughed again. “Is that the best you’ve got?! Here, have some… of… THIS!” Maurice hurled his mighty cannon ball. Huhes panicked, and couldn’t escape it. He let out a small “Eep!” Before being hit with what was way more painful then he imagined. He was knocked to the ground, letting out a small “Owwww,” And reached for his head, where the main force of it hit. When he looked at his hand, it was covered in blood. He started crying.                 “Waaaaah! You’re so … sniff… mean! Why … hic…would you do that! That’s … sob… against the rules!” Huhes complained between wails. The pirate Maurice ran over to his enemy as quickly as he could. The look on his face was one of pure dread.                 “Ohmygoodness, I’m so sorry!” He knelt down beside the injured person. “Here, let me look at it.” The pirate reached for his adversary’s head, but the soldier swatted his hand off.                 “Don’t touch me! You’re the one that did this; you’ll only make it worse!” Huhes stood up, still holding his head, and started walking up the beach. The pirate put his hands on his hips again.                 “Let. Me. See. It!” He pounced on his rival’s back and pinned him to the ground. This incited more crying, but Huhes wasn’t really able to resist the stronger, older ruffian. Maurice moved Huhes’s hair out of his face. The injury was very small, two button sized spots were bleeding, but other than that he was fine. “Man, you’re such a wuss. This is nothing. Get on your feet and we can keep playing!” Maurice got off of his adversary. Soon, the younger of the two was also up, sniffing and wiping his nose.                 “I’m gonna’ get you back for that, you stupid pirate!” Huhes roared as he ran in the direction of Maurice. Maurice grinned wickedly, and then started to run away from him. After a few minutes of chasing, both of them laughing their hearts out, Huhes finally tackled the swashbuckler and they both fell to the ground. The looked at each other and laughed, holding hands. After a while, both of them stopped laughing, and all you could hear was their heavy breathing and the sounds of the beach. The waves hit the shore and the gulls called to one another, or perhaps to just anyone that would hear them. Maurice looked out onto the beach and dwelled in the ocean’s splendor. It was starting to get dark. Huhes looked in the same direction, but looked instead at Maurice. “I’m glad you could come over for the summer.” He whispered. Maurice turned his head around and smiled hugely at his now friend. Before he could open his mouth to reply, however, a call came from far away.                 “Girls! Giiiiirlssss!!!” The voice called, getting louder, closer. “It’s time to come in, girls! It’s getting late!” Both children let out a large moan as they heard this.                 “The Queen is calling.” The once pirate looked at his counterpart and laughed. “You’d better get going, you don’t want to keep your great ruler waiting.” Huhes sighed, and stood up, still holding Maurice’s hand.                 “You have to come too, you know. I can’t just leave you here on the beach. It’ll be high tide soon, and if you lie there any longer, you’ll get swallowed up by the ocean. Now, come on!” The captain yanked on Maurice’s arm. Maurice, however, just turned to the side, looking at the ocean again, and thought, maybe that would be best. Shaking the thought off, the older of the two stood up on her own, still holding her friend’s hand.                 “I wonder what’s for dinner..?” Allison, formerly a pirate, looked towards her companion.                 “I think mum said we were having roast tonight. But I can’t be sure.” As they climbed up the hill that separated the beach from the house, they started seeing the candle lights and smelling the wonderful smell of a home cooked dinner.                 “Last one to the kitchen’s a rotten egg!” The older cried and let go of her friend’s hand. Melanie sighed, and started walking at a quick pace. “I don’t really feel like running right now.” She complained to herself, as Allison was already in the house and asking Melanie’s mother what was for supper. When she got in the kitchen, she noticed Melanie was gone. “Where did Mel go?” She asked her mother, who was preparing supper. “She’s washing up, just as you should be!” Her mother looked up from her job and examined her daughter. She let out a gasp when she noticed the blood on her face. She dropped what she was doing and ran over to her child. “What in the world happened to you?!” She knelt down and observed the wounds. “Nothing, mother, I just fell down on the beach. There were some little rocks poking out and I tripped on a bigger one, hitting my head on the littler ones.” She started walking towards the washroom, trying to avoid her mother’s strong gaze. “It was completely my fault… And it doesn’t even hurt anymore. Now, I’m going to go wash up!” She quickly ran over to her mother, who was still bent over, and kissed her on the cheek. Melanie then ran quickly into the washroom without knocking.

[morganwolfe]

Johnny Depp & Gilles Marini - Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

[libertyinreason]

Playing Pirate

John was barely in the door when Sherlock grabbed hold of his arms.

"John!" He ignored the fact that his hands were filled with groceries that he was nearly dropping. "John I've been waiting, I require your assistance!"