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 Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 8:21 pm
Welcome to the largest completely Pirate port in all the world (or at least the parts civilized folk care about), Divvytown! No need to worry about pesky militias or those fun-murdering soldiers; Divvytown has no form of recognized government or any other peace-keeping force to spoil your enjoyment of the less than legal side of life.
Anyone can post here, non-pirates are free to interact with any pirates currently in port, or you can grab a mug of ale at the tavern.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 11:22 am
Rachel walks down to a secluded area near the water, and casts out her line. She sighs slighty, "Now, hopefully some sort of fishie will bite," she waits calmly for a tug at her line.
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 4:13 am
After spending an hour or two or twelve in the local tavern, Katherine headed inland towards a certain warehouse she knew of that could provide some very entertaining... entertainment for a reasonable price.
She was thusly rather surprised but not all that put out to find herself back at the docks. After all, the wharf rats were notoriously good company if you happened to favour games of chance and didn't mind waking up nude and pennyless.
Walking (hardly stumbling at all) towards a pile of barrels that looked likely to be lair of debauchery, the ever observant Captain stumbled over what appeared to be a pile of rags. After a moments careful consideration, Katherine determined that the rags were in fact a person. A person that happened to be around her boat alot.
"...Rachel? What are ye doing down here all by ye onesie?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 1:34 pm
John wandered about aimlessly. Divvytown held no real interest for him and he feared running into most of his ship mates after all few of them seemed to have scruples about what they slept with and most of them were apt to be drunk. As he was nearly penniless John new shopping was out which was sad becuase he had a feeling that there were soem intresting things to buy around here.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 4:18 pm
Jamie's heeled boots clicked against the cobblestone streets of Divvytown. Her blue eyes narrowed as she looked ot the signs hanging above each of the shops. She shook her head, her long braid swaying as she did so. Where was the tavern? Her brow furrowed and she bit her lower lip unconciously. The pub had always been a place she could count on when she needed a place to simply relax and drink.
A sly smile spread across her features as she caught sight of the tavern, music bellowing from the building as a man opened the door, the noise welcoming him in, and then shut it behind him, muting the streets behind him. The curvy female straightened herself, tightening her corset as she walked, and made her way into the tavern. A drink sounded very nice, especially after the battle at sea.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 5:29 am
Jonathan takes a leasuirely stroll through the town, looking for a decent book store. After a bit of walking, he finally finds one out of the way in an alley. Dusty and old tomes fills the shelves, attracting his eye like a child in a candy store.
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 9:45 am
Rachel just pulled a fish out of the water, as some drunken fool stumbled over her. She falls on her side, holding a flipping fish in her hand as she glares at who ever that was, "watch where you are going you drunken..."
She sees it is Captain Kruel and she quickly changes her tone, "Oh, I didnt realize that was you captain," she tries to hide the fact she is pissed off that someone, even if it was the captain, stumbled over her while she was fishing.
She hears the captain ask her why she was alone, "Oh, I had nothing to really do in town other than getting drunk, and I didn't feel like getting drunk today," She replies with a slight smile, "so I decided to use my father's old fishing rod out here."
"What brings you to this secluded little dock that I decided to catch a few fish at?" She asks the captain with a slight bit of worry that she will try and get on the ship, and stumble right into the water.
(( sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 6:56 am
"Let's see," Fawkes muttered to himself as he walked around aimlessly, "Where can I find a tavern that will provide me with favourable company?" He looked at all the shophouses he had walked passed, frowning at each one before one caught his interest.
"This one will do!" He smirked lightly, as he saw a familiar female out of the corner of his eye walking towards the same tavern. Smiling lightly to himself, the male found himself walking in after a quick glance around the place. Without hesitation, he walked directly towards the counter.
"My good man, a glass of beer please." He grinned as an overflowing glass of beer was slided to him, and he took it up drowing it in, waiting for the female to enter.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 1:32 pm
Jamie narrowed her blue eyes as she glanced about the tavern as she entered. Her hands rested on her curvatious hips for a moment before she made her way towards the counter. Her gaze flicked towards Fawkes, though only for a flash of a second. She settled herself into a cushioned stool and crossed her legs, resting her elbow on the counter as her chin fit into the palm of her dainty hand. She looked to the ruma nd ale behind the counter, eyeing the barman before speaking.
" A pint.." She finally requested to the bartender, pointing to the barrel of rum nearby. " ..If it's not to much trouble, hun. " She added, turning her charm on automatically, winking to the man.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 4:25 pm
Nicolas had been feeling quite more like himself since the battle. The site of bodies falling from his blade caused him to grin more like a mad man, than he would have liked. The memory was already becoming a fond one, however, and soon he needed to pry himself from the thought. Shaking his head and running a gloved hand through his hair, he smirked.
A pair of long legs soon caught his attention and his eyes travelled up to view Jamie, one of the more attractive females on the ship. Nicolas had made a point to keep seclusive on the ship, but taking in the site of her short skirt and tight bodice, he decided she would be worthy of him breaking his mental promise. His sly grin remained on his face as he followed her into the pub and took a seat a stool away from her.
Looking forward, he ordered himself a drink and remained silent.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 4:34 pm
Jamie caught sight of the man as he sat a stool away from her. She smiled inwardly and held her pint of rum with both hands on the counter. She felt his eyes on her and mentally told herself that the show had begun. With that she straightened, arching her back slightly to show her thin figure, lifted breasts and the legging straps leading under her skirt. She didn't look at him yet, but merely dipped a dainty finger into the foam of her drink. She took it out and examined the foam before placing her finger into her mouth slowly, licking the bubbles off of her finger.
Now she looked to him from a sideways glance, tilting her head a bit to view Nicolas. Her light blue eyes shone brightly against her dark lashes. A sly smile spread across her full lips and she looked away, lowering her finger to scoop more bubbles.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 4:45 pm
Sin winced. His head hurt. His neck hurt. His arms hurt. Which would be the reason he had half near fallen into the tavern. He had walked into the dim and din of the place in silence, almost unnoticed. He had slunk to a darker table, and after catching the attention of a wench had ordered a pint.
Now he was nursing it, watching the antics of people, the flirting of a girl(he thought her name was Jamie, but he couldn't be sure) with a male he had seen in the fray earlier.
His mind turned over the events from before, the men he had killed as they threatened the ship he dare not call home. He took a swig, and stared into his glass, thinking. "Too many females,' he muttered, leaning back after his drink, still observing the patrons.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 5:01 pm
Nicolas' smile only grew as he noticed the woman's behavior. Grabbing his pitcher of rum, he quickly tipped the glass into his eager mouth. Unlike other's the man's cheeks remained their normal hue. It would take Nicolas quite a bit of alcohol to truly impair him or add color to his cheeks. Leaning onto the counter, he smirked and set down his glass. With this woman he would not need to hide his gaze. She seemed eager to snatch it up and he would give it to her.
Recollecting the fond memory of the battle, he remembered seeing her on the opposing ship, fighting much more brutally than one would guess when looking upon her. Amused by how much she put into the battle, the male scooted onto the closer stool and spoke clearly, with a suave tone, "What's a beautiful lass like yourself doing in a filthy bar like this?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 5:11 pm
Jamie took a moment to reply, making sure to clean her finger of the bubbles thouroughly with her tongue. Her dark line eyes looked to the male as he scooted forward. she recognized him now as the new male on the ship. She hadn't caught his name, but she did remember his face. She smiled in return and lifted her drink to her lips, taking a swig before placing it down on the counter.
" I may be beautiful ont he outside. " She admitted. " But I think I'm pretty much at home in here. " She replied. His cool tone caused her to shiver slightly. This was new. Usually the men int he bars all had the same scratchy, mumbling voice. He was different and she now was slightly grateful he was a part of her crew.
" You fought well, Mr. - ?" She asked, brushing her bangs from her eyes. She made a mental note to fix her braid when she got back to her cabin. It was most likely a mess due to the battle. She didnt let it bring her confidence down though as she continued to eye the male next to her.
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