✗ o11; action; ota
[The sky had turned gloomy as of late. And normal people would be inside, curled up in a chair or doing something else that kept them happily dry.
But with gloomy skies came one thing. Rain. And with rain came: Puddles. And that meant. Small bodies of water scattered through the campus.
Well. Naturally after being deprived of his oceans and monsoons Jack was seasick in a different manner. He missed his Pearl.
And you know what. He was in a good mood as of today. And there was quite a storm outside.
So here was Jack, boots in hand, and pants rolled up around his knees, splashing childishly through puddles and waddling through the rare knee deep ponds on the lawns. He may be humming to himself, and there may be an empty rum bottle somewhere near by. But does Jack care?
No siree. He'll just keep right along being a pirate who's reputation of madness earned him some playtime.]
But with gloomy skies came one thing. Rain. And with rain came: Puddles. And that meant. Small bodies of water scattered through the campus.
Well. Naturally after being deprived of his oceans and monsoons Jack was seasick in a different manner. He missed his Pearl.
And you know what. He was in a good mood as of today. And there was quite a storm outside.
So here was Jack, boots in hand, and pants rolled up around his knees, splashing childishly through puddles and waddling through the rare knee deep ponds on the lawns. He may be humming to himself, and there may be an empty rum bottle somewhere near by. But does Jack care?
No siree. He'll just keep right along being a pirate who's reputation of madness earned him some playtime.]