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[curse_ye_hector]

FELLOW DENIZENS.

...I am bored and dissatisfied. Of late, I find something - several things - lacking in my life. The oldest and noblest of pirate needs. Salty wenches. Rum. And freedom.

Freedom, gentlemen. Freedom. With the open horizon beckoning, nay, taunting us, how can we possibly sit back and ignore it, eh? The seas are calling, gents, all we

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[cagebreak]

There is rum.

1/3

[curse_ye_hector]

2/3

[curse_ye_hector]

There is?

3/3

[curse_ye_hector]

WHERE, MAN, WHERE?!?!

[speak_of_the]

I haven't even seen the sea here! A lake, yes, but!

[curse_ye_hector]

Lake? It can't be a lake!

There's probably a very good reason why there's no port in sight...

((And so LJ went down for maintenance right while I was writing my tags...))

[speak_of_the]

Maybe the waters are far too treacherous.

...

Will this forming crew of yours be needing coffins.

[curse_ye_hector]

Only if the coffins themselves are seaworthy. Never know when a good coffin could come in handy...

[fontechnophile]

...You're looking for a way out, aren't you.

[curse_ye_hector]

There's always a way out eventually. Trust me, lad, I've been in a Kraken. I should know.

[fontechnophile]

What's a Kraken?

[curse_ye_hector]

A cephalopod, my good sir, a giant one. Could suck your face clean off.

[signal_lost]

Good luck with that.

[curse_ye_hector]

Does a life of adventure not appeal to you, love?

[signal_lost]

I enjoy a different kind of adventure.

[aqueousnocturne]

The ladies I've met here don't look very salty. Does that mean they're doing it wrong?