I have no idea what this is.
I am also not at all certain that I am alive. That, in itself, is perplexing. But I am free. Free from obligation to look after those pathetic excuses for pirates. Free from my bosun's continual simpering, Starkey's bumbling, from savage redskins, whining children, and most importantly, free from PAN. I may have lost the
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I wouldn't worry too much, though. Everyone here is from a different world...chances are people won't know what you were talking about. I sure didn't.
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You were killed as well? How many of us here are dead?.... In any case, I am glad to know someone who seems to have as much of an idea of where we are as I do. I hope that the two of us will not soon butt heads.
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....Tell me, supposing for a moment that you ARE dead....is this what you imagined the afterlife to be?
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Name's Alessa, by the way.
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I thought I sent you to the crocodile!
ooc; OHHH SNAP.
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What am I doing here? What about you? I'm here because I died. And you, boy? How did you die? I'd be happy to know; I hope it was painful and involved some intense stupidity on your part. Then I'll be able to sleep better at night.
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I know you died! But the dead don't come back! Or they didn't 'till I came here.
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