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| Ah Hoy Hoy!; Chapter One | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 11 2004, 12:55 PM (188 Views) | |
| Korbek Garbuncle | Jun 11 2004, 12:55 PM Post #1 |
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Cap'n Garbuncle raced around his half of the ship, ignoring the daggers he was getting from his co-cap'n. So what if he had the last piece of cake? It was on his side of the plate, of the table, of the bloody cabin! 'Arr... get yeir be'inds te work, ye useless lo''! he growled at the shipmates, his current crew. The few who had not yet passed the line into the other half of the Saucy Potato. Those who had not, in a manner of speaking, jumped ship. |
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| Greldik Bottlebeard | Jun 11 2004, 01:24 PM Post #2 |
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Up his end of the Saucy Potato, Cap'n Bottlebeard was busy plotting. Plotting how to take over the other half of the ship. As he heard Cap'n Garbuncle order his half of the crew to work, Cap'n Bottlebeard decided that his half should work, as well. "Righ'! Get ter work, all o' yehs!" |
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| Korbek Garbuncle | Jun 13 2004, 11:07 AM Post #3 |
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'Would ye stop orderin' me croo aroond?' Korbek demanded from his side of the white line. Greldik really was getting too big for his pirate pants lately... 'Eh!' Korbek stopped another sailor from jumping ship. 'Yeh stay on MY ship, ye hear?' |
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| Greldik Bottlebeard | Jun 13 2004, 11:23 AM Post #4 |
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From his side of the line, Greldik looked at Korbek. "Yer crew? These'r my lads 'ere on this side! An' any bloke 'oo wants ter join my crew c'n cross tha' bloody line whene'er they want!" A few of Greldik's men went to cross the line. "Oy! Not you!" |
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| Korbek Garbuncle | Jun 13 2004, 11:37 AM Post #5 |
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'Noo they're no!' Korbek insisted. 'Thar me lads, ye double crossin theif!' He paced up an down his side of the boat angrily. Bloody Greldik... |
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| Greldik Bottlebeard | Jun 13 2004, 11:48 AM Post #6 |
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"Me?! A thief?!" Greldik roared. "Arr, ye wrong thar, matey. The thief be young Tom Ato o'er thar!" Greldik pointed to young Tom, on Korbek's side of the ship, who promptly threw himself overboard. |
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| Korbek Garbuncle | Jul 4 2004, 02:16 AM Post #7 |
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'Achk!' Korbek exclaimed angrily. 'Nae ye be a-cussing mah men of theivery?' He paced angrily over his side of the ship. 'Aye hope yer ready fer war, Greldik me lad!' he threatened. 'Cos thas' wha yer be getting!' he turned to his crew. 'Lads! Man yer guns! We'll get rid o' this parasite ship ye'!' |
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| Greldik Bottlebeard | Jul 9 2004, 11:05 AM Post #8 |
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"Ge' ready fer battle, matey's!" Greldik roared gleefully, not thinking that there was something a bit strange about declaring war on the other half of your own ship. "Load the cannons! Prepare to die, yer scab'rous dogs!" he shouted, shaking a fist at Korbek. |
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| Korbek Garbuncle | Jul 18 2004, 06:37 AM Post #9 |
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'Nae! Ye prepare te die, yeh scury-ridden maggats!' Korbek screamed, reaching out for the nearest piece of ammunition... his shoe, and threw it at Greldik. 'And take tha, yeh splitter!' |
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| Greldik Bottlebeard | Jul 25 2004, 05:12 AM Post #10 |
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Greldik watched the shoe fly at him, and stepped to the side at the last moment. "Haha! Ye missed me, yeh consciencious objector! An' now ye ain't gettin' yer shoe back! Haha!" He picked up the shoe and chucked it overboard with a malicious grin. |
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| Korbek Garbuncle | Aug 7 2004, 05:54 AM Post #11 |
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(OOC( What is it with me and losing my shoes?? )) Korbek grumbled. Damn, that was his shoe. Ah well, at least he was wearing six pairs of socks. He took Greldik's favourite toy, oh-so-carelessly left on HIS side of the ship, and hid it in a pocket. 'Ah've gotcha slinky!' he teased. |
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| Greldik Bottlebeard | Aug 9 2004, 04:23 AM Post #12 |
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"NOOOO! NOT ME SLINKY!!!!" Greldik shouted, falling to his knees. "Not little Slinky...Anything but that!" |
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| Korbek Garbuncle | Aug 9 2004, 11:55 AM Post #13 |
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'Yes, yeh bottle-brained git, yeh slinky!' Korbek teased, dancing about his side of the ship, and stuck the slinky inside his codpiece. (ooc- me sorry Shezza... It was RUSSIAN!) 'And a'hve got yer rubber ducky too!' he added, squaeking the duck. After all... ... this was war, was it not? |
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| Greldik Bottlebeard | Aug 11 2004, 08:27 AM Post #14 |
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(OOC: *shudder* NOOOO! Not the Russian codpiece! It's scary...heh heh heh) Greldik froze mid-sob and glared over the white line at Korbek. Getting to his feet, he marched over and glared even more at Korbek. If looks could have killed, Korbek would have been given a burial at sea. "Nobody," Greldik began, "takes me rubber ducky. This means war, yer scab'rous scum!" |
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