High-ho, the mighty sea 2a/?
anonymous
January 14 2010, 15:44:41 UTC
A few weeks ago…
The commander’s office had become a living hell when damage reports which were written in honor of a certain damn pirate and his friends landed on the desk. Immediately a conference was held in order to catch that notorious Brit once and for all. Prestigious captains were summoned and a number of attack plans and trap were proposed but none of them could be used, because someone said it was not good. The conference room soon became a chaos, until…
BANG!
The door was swung open and here was our hero entrance, Alfred F. Jones. Despite his young age, he had showed the superior his talent in tracking, cornering and sinking criminal ships. So he climbed the rank as fast as a yacht met high wind.
Alfred had insisted using a bait to lure the pirate into dangerous waters full with underwater rocks then the navy would use sheer brute force to capture them. He himself had chosen the companies for the quest: three other captains who were close to him and two extra ships, one merchant ship acted as bait. This force was quite too much for one pirate ship but who would know what was going to happen, when said notorious Brit had recently made friends with some others infamous pirates. And besides, they were not allowed to sink the Black Victoria or kill Kirkland, so the overwhelm number would do the job.
Arthur sat silently alone in the cell. Being captain had earned him a little special treatment, like a separate cell in Captain Jones’s ship, instead of joining his crews in other ships, a pair of quite new hand shackles… and top of that, a lecherous French man as a chit-chat company.
High-ho, the mighty sea 2b/?
anonymous
January 14 2010, 16:03:38 UTC
Arthur glared at the French outside of the cell, who had just arrived but already winking at him and sent off perverted aura.
“Who the heck are ye? And quit doing those gross things or God will make ye impotent!” “Tsk, mon cher, you’re such a hot head. My name’s Francis Bonnefoy, captain of the Blue L’amour.” He winked. “Don’t tell me that yar ship is the one that caved a ridiculous big rose in the front?” “Oui, that’s my ship. Such an honor that you know it with just a glance.” Francis winked again.
Arthur felt sympathy for the battle ship to have such a lame name and lame decoration (according to him).
“So what the fuck do ya want?” Glaring met winking. “Nothing. I’m just curious who this infamous captain Arthur Kirkland is.” Francis scratched his chin playfully.
What the…?!
Arthur fumed. He wasn’t some kind of display things for curious bastards to take a look at. He wished he could get out of the cell and gave that frog a punch on face. That scene was really enticing but reality prevented him from doing so. He snapped out of his thought when Francis happily shot more perverted aura at him.
“Do you want to go to my ship? I wouldn’t lock you up in this cramped cell but instead, I would love to lock you in my bedroom…”
What the…?!
No, punching is not enough; he would kick that frog in the gust and then kick him in the groin, hope that the kick would make the frog impotent, thus saving any poor victim’s soul in the future.
“Are you gay or something?” Arthur shot back. “Don’t be so straight like that, mon cher.” Francis pouted. “I just happen to have a big heart and big love for everyone around me.” “Big heart and big love my ass.” Arthur choked again the (nonsense) logic.
“…uhm Captain Francis…” A new and quiet voice came in.
The commander’s office had become a living hell when damage reports which were written in honor of a certain damn pirate and his friends landed on the desk. Immediately a conference was held in order to catch that notorious Brit once and for all. Prestigious captains were summoned and a number of attack plans and trap were proposed but none of them could be used, because someone said it was not good. The conference room soon became a chaos, until…
BANG!
The door was swung open and here was our hero entrance, Alfred F. Jones. Despite his young age, he had showed the superior his talent in tracking, cornering and sinking criminal ships. So he climbed the rank as fast as a yacht met high wind.
Alfred had insisted using a bait to lure the pirate into dangerous waters full with underwater rocks then the navy would use sheer brute force to capture them. He himself had chosen the companies for the quest: three other captains who were close to him and two extra ships, one merchant ship acted as bait. This force was quite too much for one pirate ship but who would know what was going to happen, when said notorious Brit had recently made friends with some others infamous pirates. And besides, they were not allowed to sink the Black Victoria or kill Kirkland, so the overwhelm number would do the job.
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Arthur sat silently alone in the cell. Being captain had earned him a little special treatment, like a separate cell in Captain Jones’s ship, instead of joining his crews in other ships, a pair of quite new hand shackles… and top of that, a lecherous French man as a chit-chat company.
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“Who the heck are ye? And quit doing those gross things or God will make ye impotent!”
“Tsk, mon cher, you’re such a hot head. My name’s Francis Bonnefoy, captain of the Blue L’amour.” He winked.
“Don’t tell me that yar ship is the one that caved a ridiculous big rose in the front?”
“Oui, that’s my ship. Such an honor that you know it with just a glance.” Francis winked again.
Arthur felt sympathy for the battle ship to have such a lame name and lame decoration (according to him).
“So what the fuck do ya want?” Glaring met winking.
“Nothing. I’m just curious who this infamous captain Arthur Kirkland is.” Francis scratched his chin playfully.
What the…?!
Arthur fumed. He wasn’t some kind of display things for curious bastards to take a look at. He wished he could get out of the cell and gave that frog a punch on face. That scene was really enticing but reality prevented him from doing so. He snapped out of his thought when Francis happily shot more perverted aura at him.
“Do you want to go to my ship? I wouldn’t lock you up in this cramped cell but instead, I would love to lock you in my bedroom…”
What the…?!
No, punching is not enough; he would kick that frog in the gust and then kick him in the groin, hope that the kick would make the frog impotent, thus saving any poor victim’s soul in the future.
“Are you gay or something?” Arthur shot back.
“Don’t be so straight like that, mon cher.” Francis pouted. “I just happen to have a big heart and big love for everyone around me.”
“Big heart and big love my ass.” Arthur choked again the (nonsense) logic.
“…uhm Captain Francis…” A new and quiet voice came in.
Yay for Francis XD
Thing is going illogical ;___;
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