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Post by ireland on Oct 25, 2010 16:56:29 GMT -8
"I'll call it whatever the hell I want too. I am captain after all." She smirked, but it fell off quickly. Huffing at the memory of her old grudge, she began stalking off in a faster pace towards the others, hands crossed over her binded chest. "I-I have no idea what crayon you are talking about!"
After a moment or two of silence, she slowed her pass, glancing over her shoulder to answer his question. "This island was used by a company to store rum. We're digging it up. And, like I said. Watch it. You piss me off too much and I'll leave you here!"
Not that she ever would.
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Post by scotland on Nov 23, 2010 19:55:16 GMT -8
"Your kidding me! I've been living off of coconut milk!" Dylan said with a sigh. If he had only known what was underneath the sand he wouldn't be so desperate to get off this God-forsaken island! He would be drunk, most likely half naked and red as a lobster in steam and down and out. He chuckled at the idea of his sister finding him like that. She'd probably gut him and tell her men to keep moving. Ah no love.
"Now now Sis don't leave me here." He said with a puppy dog pout. He'd do anything even if it meant him to be his little sister's lap dog. Of course he hopes that she wouldn't make him do anything to bad. He had his own reputation to uphold. Whatever was left with it after all. Oh what is he going to do?
"So, what are we doing?" he asked as he continued walking beside the Captain. He wanted to get off this place and actually do something. His days here have been so boring. He'd gladly scrub the decks just for something to do!
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Post by ireland on Dec 11, 2010 20:27:43 GMT -8
She had to snort at Dylan's exclamation, reaching over to smack him over the head. "Honestly, coconut milk? You're such a caffler. How did you survive on your own?"
Really, she wanted to know. Because if he managed to get stuck on an island. She scowled a little too as she thought back to when they had parted. Along with the two brothers she'd left behind. Part of her wanted to ask just where Emrys was, if he was still home. Or if he had actually gone off to join the military.
... For his sake she hoped not. She couldn't imagine her brother being an enemy.
Dylan was talking again, and she rolled her emerald eyes. "Oh for the love of- I'm not leaving you behind. And we're getting the rum before shipping off to sail around."
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Post by scotland on Dec 20, 2010 14:33:12 GMT -8
"How did I survive on my own? No clue! but I'm still alive so I have to be doing well~" Dylan said with a big smile as he wrapped around an arm his sister's shoulders.
"Also thanks, I really do appreciate you not leaving me behind...I don't think I'd last another day! I was already thinkin' about makin a coconut buddy and namin it Ness or Will or something." he said with a bark like laugh. His stomach growled loudly at the want of real food.
"Aye sorry bout my tum." He added in as his face turning redder from embarrassment and not the sun.
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