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[2013-05-23 22:40:18 +0000 UTC]
"Dark!England Account"
(United Kingdom)
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Watching: 65; Pageviews: 3582; Comments Made: 1478; Friends: 65
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Comments: 395
((Dat account, dat account !))
Francis looked up towards a beaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuutiful ship. "Woaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!"
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The Green Lady was indeed a very amazing ship and at the side of it stood the Captain, Arthur Kirkland. Looking down across the docks they were tied at, he noticed the man standing there marveling at the large galleon and couldn't help but smile smugly. Finally, after a moment of thought he waved to the man in hopes it would signal him aboard.
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||*Squeals* A France likes my account!||
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( a France loves your account
this needs love
lemme love it
please )
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||I would let you, but sadly I'm having major trouble with trying to write. I can try, but it might not be pretty.||
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( l'amour doesn't care about beauty ^^
really though it's fine I'm feeling lazy today so that's good )
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||I'll see what I can do. Is there anything specific you want?||
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( nope, not really ^^
whatever you do )
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"How're you, little lass/laddie?"
//Smiles wolfishly
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[[lass*eyes widen even more* y-y-you aren't talking to me are you? *shivers slightly*]]
<--looks at mun
<--kind of going 'wtf' in his head
<--looks at the other him
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"I don't think there's any other person here to talk to."Β
//Can't see the other him
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[[*squeaks* I-I um *blushes* .....eep! *covers face, embarrassed*]]
<--facepalms
<--Really mun? Really!?!??
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//Chuckles
//Licks face
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[[*yelps and jolts back from* Wh-Wha-y-you jus-WHY DID YOU DO THAT!? *really embarrassed now, great*]]
<--okay yeah, this has gone far enough
<--growls slightly and steps in front of his mun
I think that's enough now
<--glares at the other him
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//Squints
"Excuse me?"
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<--scoffs and rolls his eyes
You heard me perfectly
[[*just gonna stay behind muse yep*]]
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//Grumbles
//Doesn't want to fight
//Starts to leave
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[[*peeks out* WhyisheleavingArthurdidyouoffendhim?]]
<--looks at mun
You can't be serious. He was flirting with you and you're worried about me offending him?
<--rolls eyes and throws hands in the air
I give up-
[[Hey! it's not my fault okay! Now go apologize! *shoves Arthur forward*]]
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//Pulls a bottle of rum from his jacket
//Takes a swig of it
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<--sends one last glare at mun before tapping the other on his shoulder
Oi, Why the hell were you even flirting with her?
<--that's...not an apology
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||Haha, thanks ^^ he's just the main muse here though. It's a dark England account.||
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||*Shrugs* However dark I think to make him.||
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"The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum."
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//Walks off towards his cabin
//Still eerily singing the song
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"Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!"
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"Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!"
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"Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum."
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"It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men."
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"The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike,
The bosun brained with a marlinspike,
And cookey's throat was marked belike."
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"Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum."
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"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum."
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"Do you think I should change my personality? Y-You know, so people won't ignore me so much,"Β
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"Well...it may help if you tried not to be so shy and spoke your mind a bit more, Matthew. Not your full personality though. You're a very nice boy."
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((It was fine ^^))
Captain Kirkland had been sitting quietly in his cabin enjoying his morning meal along with a book. His brows furrowed together slightly out of aggravation as he heard the voice of his crew-mates calling out for him. Letting out a groan of frustration he set the copy of The Tempest down on his large desk before throwing on his jacket and hat. Waltzing over to the door the threw it open to step out onto the deck where his crew was found standing around the net that they used when in need of food. "What's wrong, lads. Unable to do the work on your own?" he growled to himself, moving forward across the deck with his chest puffed out proudly. Coming to the edge of the net he stopped to stare down at the creature that had been captured.
His green eyes became wide as he looked down at the beautiful scales on the tail of their catch. They then rose to look over the face of the creature as well, wondering just how this merman could have become stuck in their net. Beauty he guessed, didn't come with brains. "Well, well, look what we have here. Quite the catch, eh boys?" he laughed, crouching down to take a hold of the merman's chin which he rose to look in his eyes. Waving a hand at one of the crew members he commanded him to take a few men down below to get the case.
Quickly they moved and soon from below the deck a large glass case was brought out to be set on the deck. Arthur stood up hastily getting a few other crew-members to fill with the sea water they had stored in the hull. "Careful now as you set him in it. Those of you that have taken scales have already damaged him enough and you'll find yourselves in a bit of trouble later," he growled, waving towards the case. His men were quick to grab up the merman before setting him in the large case that was big enough for him to just turn in and sit up while still being encased in the water.Β
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(( ;u; ))
The merman put up quite a struggle. He twisted and turned in the grasp of the men, blunt, nibbled nails scraping at the bare, sunburnt back of one of the pirates, leaving just barely noticeable marks. Obviously, it didn't have much effect, as the marks were very small and not very painful. These men were too strong for him to fight back against. He would just have to allow it... Allow it and find a way to get out of this situation later.
...If there was a later, that is.
Once Alfred was set in the large glass case, he was quick to fix his position, finding the pose that would be most comfortable, which ended up being a position where his hands were pressed against the bottom of the case, tail kicked up behind him. It wasn't exactly easy, as the case was rather small. Big enough for him to turn around and sit up in, but still, it was small. He wasn't used to teeny-tiny glass cases. He was used to the wide, vast, and blue ocean, where he could swim around freely, not having a care in the world. Here... He felt trapped. And trapped he was; on a pirate ship, in possession of pirates, in a case belonging to said pirates. He'd met some pirates in his days. Not very friendly fellas, that was for sure. They planned on stripping him of his valuable scales, and had he not escaped at the last moment... Well... He'd practically look no different than a half-human worm.
Anxious blue eyes glanced around, observing each and every one of the crew mates. Humans staring at him from all sides. Some looked curious, some looked a bit agitated... The merman looked over to Arthur, nervous blue eyes studying the green-eyed male. He would have asked 'What do you want from me?', had one of the crew members not spoken up first.
"You gon'a keep 'im, Captain?"
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((The file gave my computer a horrible virus; therefore, I can't use my computer until I can take it somewhere to get it fixed...))
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Ah, well hello *tilts his hat* what's your name?
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Oh, shouldn't a man introduce himself first?
/ small smirk
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A wanted man never reveals his name before he knows who he's dealing with.
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