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Post by Henry Morgan on Jan 22, 2006 5:46:13 GMT -5
With the clunkity clunk of boots on the wood Captain Morgan walked up the stairs his black beard and everything looking ratehr nasty in the mirror. He was in the local Tavern he wanted a nice place to sleep he had not had a good nights rest in so long. He saw the bed mainly made out of feathers but that could be nice he arched his back and walked over to it the British had been paying him and his fleet to sink and destroy French Ships so he was alloud in this area. He would wait till his first mate came in to wake him and he sat down on the bed throwing his arms behind his head and looking at the door. "Bea'utiful." He mutttered as he closed his eyes and drifted off into a daze.
Hours later he would wake up the room was dark it had to be late at night no sign of Willl arround of anything. He rubbed his eyes and pullede the blanket off him and got up out of the bed. There was the jangle of coins he had in his pocket from praying on ships of the French Fleet. He loved being a privateer or a Pirate to the French. No one knew he was pain well his crew did and they where a good Crew till it hit him. They had left Will had taken his ship and left the port that would be the thing they would do. His stomach dropped and he looked around, "Ye'boy better not have." He put his hand on the sword end as he walked to the door just in time to see it open.
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Post by Will Turner on Jan 22, 2006 6:39:48 GMT -5
Opening the door with a loud creak, He was surprised to see his Captain standing right there with his hand on his sword he looked down at his hand resting against the sword arching an eyebrow slightly "Planning on stabbing someone? Because I don't feel like getting stabbed tonight." He said gazing from left and then right before right back to Henry or Captain Morgan per-say whatever he wanted to be called anyway and he was Will's Captain after all so he just went with his nickname or what he was known as the famous pirate Captain Morgan. William had to admit he had a better nickname then he would ever have people called him Bootstrap Bill Jr. it wasn't the best nickname but he lived with it. "Sorry I didn't burst in and wake you up... earlier I got caught up with a few things." He said in a light awkward tone but gave him a smirk.
"So hows Ol' Captain doing? Had any Rum today?" He questioned looking at him as he held the door knob of the door still looking at him as he stood there his hand still on his sword which was the only awkward part about speaking to him, he seemed a bit fussy today but he could be wrong... he mostly was wrong half the time anyways. "Because I have some rum with me... If you want some but that is if you don't already have some."
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Post by Henry Morgan on Jan 22, 2006 7:11:19 GMT -5
"You'd be wised not to just bardge in e're." He said as he pointed to the door and walked aroung the clinking of the sword on his belt and everything hitting his leg. Arching one of his eyebrows he looked at him and then shook his head. "I take it you found a girl at a Tavern and went into a room to woose her trumpet?" He asked and arched one of the black eyebrows that he had over his eyes and he walked over and got a match out of a drawer stricking it with shish sound and it lit and he lit a candle with it. "I wanted to wake up so we could set sail early Turner." He muttered and then sat down in the chair looking up at him. "We are loosing time." He said as he looked at his notes and flipped open his ink bottle taking a quill and dipping it in the black ink and scratching out some stuff.
He heard him say something abour rum and dropped the quill making a huge black line of ink on the page, "Did you say Rum boy?" He asked and got up and walked over to him. "Where? Is the rum?" He asked and looked around and then looked back down at his pants. "How are you carrying it?" He looked back around he was use to rum in bottles and he wasn't use to this. "I have just sent cases of rum from the King Himself into the She-Devil Willium but I will take some of yours." He peered around the dim lit room the fire on the candle flickered a bit as he looked at him and then turned and walked to the bed sitting down and looking back over. "Oh...I just messed up my letter to the king..." He pressed his fingers to his lips and then muttered, "Oh well."
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Post by wowposter on Oct 29, 2008 2:53:49 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Nov 3, 2008 17:44:15 GMT -5
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