Right then. She's yours.

[tarannon]

As the sun rises, the stone gates of Osgiliath silently part just enough for a woman to be shoved out into the custody of the impatiently waiting corsairs. Dressed only in a light shift, she is clutching a basket of cats and sporting a fresh shiner on her cheekbone, but to be fair the man who gazes down stonily from the ramparts above has a split

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*Thoom*

[corsairsofumbar]

*Thoom*Thoom*Thoom*

The Corsairs stand at attetion, in two rows at the gate of Osgilliath.

*Thoom*Thoom*Thoom*

They quickly move forward, to each carefully take one of the cats.

*Thoom*Thoom*Thoom*

Tarannon and Beruthiel

[captainmathias]

Come, Beruthiel, my men will take the cats, and I'll bear thee with me.

Corsairs, throw the oxen and the beer into the river.

TARANNON!

I reject your hospitality! You are a wife-beater and a fool! Enjoy your city of stone, as cold and hard as it is. It suits you!

But I give you no kings curse, but just the fell words of a man of the sea!

Should you find yourself upon the great sea, may you wander lost and alone until someone gives you a kind word!

Come on. We've got to get to Minas Tirith.

[annlarimer]

What a fucking dipshit.

::drops gift baskets of catnip, sardines onto ships' decks::

::calls down::

Bibi! Come over for lunch when you have a free day!