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Tonight Pintel was on the beach. He seemed to be on the beach a lot lately, though not usually at night. Maybe it was the moon, reminding him of the curse and all. Whatever the reason, there he was, on the beach, roaming, as he tended to do since he came to the island.
As he walked though, he found himself stumbling over something long, sharp, and metallic. He looked down, a cut had appeared on his ankle, and just ahead of him, jogged out of it's previous position in the sand... A sword. A cutlass. More specifically, his cutlass. He could pick that thing out of a thousand copies if he had to. He reached down, grabbing the hilt and holding it up in the moonlight. Pintel swung it back and forth for a moment, and then giggled like a rather sadistic schoolboy.
Whuk!
He buried the blade into the bark of the closest palm tree. Oh, it felt good to have his sword, how it got here, he didn't know, nor did he particularly care. It felt right, the balance, the feel of the hilt, just as he remembered.
[ OOC: Pintel is being a little violent right now with his sword. He won't hurt anybody. :P Do not feed the pirate, however. ]
As he walked though, he found himself stumbling over something long, sharp, and metallic. He looked down, a cut had appeared on his ankle, and just ahead of him, jogged out of it's previous position in the sand... A sword. A cutlass. More specifically, his cutlass. He could pick that thing out of a thousand copies if he had to. He reached down, grabbing the hilt and holding it up in the moonlight. Pintel swung it back and forth for a moment, and then giggled like a rather sadistic schoolboy.
Whuk!
He buried the blade into the bark of the closest palm tree. Oh, it felt good to have his sword, how it got here, he didn't know, nor did he particularly care. It felt right, the balance, the feel of the hilt, just as he remembered.
[ OOC: Pintel is being a little violent right now with his sword. He won't hurt anybody. :P Do not feed the pirate, however. ]