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Post by Gyre on Jan 22, 2007 11:54:17 GMT -5
Guinn stood with her paws tucked in the small of her back. She stared hard at the otter's back as she answered. "The small village offshore," the cat walked up beside Rinn, and pointed to a small break in the treetops. "There. Middlegrove... Centergrove, something to that effect." The wildcat’s eyes didn't leave the distant spot, "We've happened upon a well, and we are going to drink from it..." ~~~~~~~~~ Pitach leaned back in his chair, reaching for a small flask on the warped and water damaged bureau beside him. He took a sip, then spoke, closing his eyes and smoothing his ears. "Artimis.. You are a goodbeast, and your proposal is tempting, but I can't." The hare opened his eyes only slightly, and gazed out the window as he told his binding story. "I'm indebted to Guinn. She saved my tail when I was a young beast. It was foolish, but I snuck aboard a pirates' ship, looking for a life of adventure, but they took me and damn near killed me. Wipped me, beat me, the whole nine yards. "She was a deck hand on the ship; a real young pirate, what I wanted to be. Well, when they were through with me, they were so tired, they left me on deck, said they'd throw me overboard in the morning. "Then, this pretty, young wildcat comes and brings me below deck. She tends my wounds and hides me until I began to recover, and I'll tell you, it took weeks.. I was all sorts o' broken and battered." The hare touched his nose, which in the dim light, looked crooked; badly broken at one time. He took another swig from the flask. "I didn't learn her name for a long time, and when I heard it, I knew that I'd spend the rest of my decent days beside this beast... we took over the ship," he tapped the wall beside him, and smiled slightly, "this ship, and we've grew to be great friends.. though you wouldn't guess that now."
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Post by Cerridwen on Jan 22, 2007 13:40:10 GMT -5
Rinn nodded, she now knew what she needed. Being in the wildcat's presence was begining to rile old feelings and she knew that this was one fight that would have to wait. "There was once a time that I would have killed you on sight for what you are. I used to hunt your kind out on the open seas." Rinn said offering he paw, "But I will leave your ship in peace instead. I will be watching you, Guinn."
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Post by Gyre on Jan 22, 2007 14:07:22 GMT -5
The cat excepted the otter's paw, and shook it firmly. "And I you," She said. "We are not very different, you and I," she added, turning to return to her cabin. As she strode by, her crew parted to let her through, dropping thier work to stay out of he way. ~~~~~~ Captain Usarrian stood on the deck of Broadwing, servaying the shore once again. In the day and a half the Aquila had been birthed in the bay, he had kept his eyes on the shoreline, as well as the distant form of The Cutter. The sun was sinking behind the ship's mainsail, burning it to a tuscan sillhouette in the western end of the bay. The night would be clear, and the moon full. The big hare rested his paw on the worn wood of the rail and heaved a sigh. He tapped his claws, then with a grunt of frustration, swept down the steps and away to his cabin.
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Jan 22, 2007 17:35:05 GMT -5
When the otter and wildcat parted Wayra droped a little to avoid being seen. When he was sure there were few enough on deck he could sneak in he jumped ofer the railing and hid behind some crates as a deckhand moved by. When he Deck hand was gone Wayra chose to move to some barrels. Unfortunatley when he was about 3 feet away from the barrel's 2 Gaurds started to walk up. Having no time to think he quickly opened the lid of one of the barrels and got inside the barrel fast. Luckily the gaurds didn't see him and stopped to lean on the barrels and started talking to eachother. Not really paying attention to thier conversation, Wayra noticed it was quite warm in the barrel, And having nothing to do combined with the warmth of the barrel he found himself starting to doze off. He eventually fell asleep and snored very quietly.
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Post by Sen on Jan 22, 2007 17:40:48 GMT -5
Artimis wearily took in what he heard. He reached his left footpaw down and pushed on the floor so that the hammock would rock slightly. "I see what you mean, mate.." he said softly. His voice was soft and clipped; he felt sorry for the young hare. "I assume I will have to work on this ship in order to stay alive? That cat...Guinn, or whatnot...she looked like she wanted to skin me alive." Artimis smiled a wan smile and lay his head back, closing his eyes. "I feel so foolish, leaving Thomas and my father behind...and...maybe Kayla..." he frowned slightly. "Not to rain on your parade, but I do hope that hare you sent after him doesn't harm Thomas...you'd understand that." ~ ~ ~ Thomas grunted, heaving himself over the edge of the Broadwing and darting behind a barrel of grog. He was breathing heavily. It was true: Thomas was afraid. Climbing aboard a pirate ship was way out of his league, even though he and Artimis had played it in the trees, being careful not to fall into the shark-filled water below, which was actually a leaf bed. Thomas pulled his blade from his teeth and layed it down beside him, never taking his paw from the hilt. He was outnumbered if he was to attack, he knew that. A north wind ruffled his fur. He looked up to see if there was anybody in the crows nest. Thomas peeked out from the barrel. Nobody in sight...yet. ~~~ Kayla heaved a weary sigh and lay back against the trunk of an oak tree, staring at the ships. Artimis is probably aboard there having a jolly old time...unless some nasty pirates kidnapped him... Kayla doubted it. Unless he surrendered, which Artimis isn't likely to do, pirates couldn't take him. He was too strong. He could fight them off, and then come to Kayla. Yes, he is probably having a good time. I'll just wait.
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Post by Cerridwen on Jan 22, 2007 20:10:55 GMT -5
Rinn watched Guinn return to her cabin before looking back to the shore. She hated being shore bound but her dislike of pirates and their ilk even more. After all they were responsible for the death of her family and that was a wound yet to heal. With a sigh and a shake of her white head Rinn accepted the fact that she would have to return to the shore once more. The ship had not moved far from the shore but far enough to where it was back in the deep water where the shore sloped off steeply. Walking to the railing, Rinn jumped over the side into the sea below and swam to the shore. Standing on the shore once more she watched the wildcat's ship, part of her felt the same twing of regret as after the sinking of her own ship three autumn's past...
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Post by Gyre on Jan 23, 2007 9:32:41 GMT -5
"Aye.. You're friend maywell have outrun poor old Firr." Pitach rubbed his temples, "that hare's got himself a bum leg.. not much of a distance runner..." ~~~~~~~~~ Firr woke up in the infirmery, back in Centergrove. The rosy hue of sunset was slanting in the window and stung his tired eyes. He turned away, and scanned the room. The old hare found himself, alone. The beds, in rows on either side of him were empty, but neatly made up. "Ohh.. " he groaned, as he gingerly touched his swollen face. He had a cut across his nose, a black eye and one of his front teeth was broken jaggedly. "By the fur an' teeth, I never want to see another squirrel again.." Firr kicked off the blankets, then took his leave via the open window. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The two hares on deck burst out laughing, and thte one leaned on the berrel slamed his fist down hard on it. "Mate, that was a good one, I'll tell ye' Guinn makes that face when ever she sees those sharkbeasts.." He ontinued to laugh quietly, as he took the berrel in two paws and pushed it on its side. "Help me roll this below deck, will ya? Ha har, ye funny, funny beast.." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Broadwing rocked gently, and consiquently, Tine was dozing off in the crows nest. The young hare didn't see Thomas board, but it was only a matter of time before one of the crew happened upon him.
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Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Jan 23, 2007 16:55:52 GMT -5
Wayra was woken abruptly, he was slamed against the deck sideways and he began to roll. When they finnaly reached some stairs maybe the barrel was lifted up and carried by hand hearing. "ugh..This ain't no joke, matey..." An Hare said. "Ye' don't see me laughin do ye?" another said, There were a few chuckles at this. When he finnaly was set down, rolled some more then Set upright he heard the grunt from outside. "Glad that's over and done with matey." One Hare said. "As ye said matey, no joke." They departed with hoots of laughter. When he was sure everything was quiet he peeked outside the barrel There was no one anywhere in the storage room he was in. Time to find out where that squirrel is....or some food perhaps... He thought as he got out of the barrel and started to open the door.
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Post by Gyre on Jan 23, 2007 17:30:21 GMT -5
The hares had just pushed the door closed, and the latch caught with an echoing click. The room was empty, and weak light streamed in through the small cannon window. One was left open, swinging with the gentle rocking of the ship. It slammed, and opened, caiuseing the lighting in teh storage room to flicker rythmically.
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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jan 23, 2007 18:14:22 GMT -5
Thor stood at the door to his cabin on the Primary. He surveyed the scene before him grunting slightlyThat dumb wildcat Guinn always goes to shore first, just cause her ship is smaller than the others, tis crazy. He looked at his crew already at work, two hares, youngins, were raising the anchor. A big male badger was carrying barrels down below, two at a time He's workin hard. Thor looked at the shore and at Cutter and at the Broadwing"Alright ya scurvs! Git inta gear, we gatta mak it ta shor yesterda!" His heavy norse accent sounded in his gruff deep voice as he made some drowsy hairs jump."Praise Odin fer our safe voyage. An ifin thar be beasties ta fight, I axcpect you lot ta be ready to enter the halls of Valhalla!" He looked around as hares, otters, and the three badgers on his ship took to their work. He surveyed them all the whole time, helping where it was neccesary. He walked over to the steerbeast, an aged sea otter named Dagrunt."Take us along side the Broadwing." "Wha side be to we go?" "Starboard, away from the Cutter and her captain." Of all the other captains, Thor loved annoyng Guinn, almost a hobby now. He'll send her grog watered down with sea water, yell shark when she gets in the water. He loved the way she screamed and fussed about. He felt the water spray as the Primary crashed headlong into an oncomming wave."I t'was born ta do jus wat I do." He looked at the Broadwing as they approached. He loved being,as he called it, a seaward 'Vegabond' he dosen't like the term pirate.
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Post by Gyre on Jan 23, 2007 18:24:49 GMT -5
Guinn sat at her the desk in her cabin. With a look of sereniy on her face, she wroe. Her longhand was slanted and elegant, but as she looked up out her small window, she saw the Broadwing in the distance, and behind i, the sillhouette of The Primary , Thor's ship. With a deep sigh, she set her quill down and scowled. That damn badger would wreck the ship. Trying to steer such a large, clumsy vessel so close to shore was brash and arrogant, and for what? After watching even Usarrian struggle to guid the fleet into the rocky bay, the badger ought to know better. With a haughty smirk, the wildcat dipped her quill, and went back to her parchment.
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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jan 23, 2007 19:34:13 GMT -5
Thor watched as his ship got closer and closer to the rocks, he smirked. Dagrunt was recently picked up as the new steerbeast, at the last port Thor found this wonderous beast. A gift from Odin himself was all Thor could say."Dagrunt! Racks ahead ov us." Dagrunt's blind eyes stared ahead."Aye Captain!" He raised his rudder and slapped it down hard on the deck, instantly all movement on the ship stopped and it went eirly quiet. Another rudder thump, in Dagrunt's head, a sonar image formed of the ship and the water ahead, he saw all the rocks. He measured the distance between the rocks and the ship, it would be a tight fit. He steered the ship masterfully shouting as he did,"Gat anchor be reda to for drop!" A young hare,Gibbon, shouted"Aye Sah! Shall do!" He kicked out at the lever mechenism to the anchor chain and there was a dull click that resounded through the ship temporarily blinding Dagrunt. The anchore fell, and by Dagrunt's measurements and equations at how fast the anchor fell to the seabed were correct. The anchor hit, and the chain went taunt right as they came beside the Broadwing. Thor smiled smugly as he looked across the deck of the Broadwing to the Cutter. He grabbed an empty barrel and a pile of old cloths and robes. He tied the robes to the barrel and grabbed a peice of parchment from his cabin. On the paper he wrote,'Dear Guinn, you soggy no good kitten. My steerbeast is far superior to your washed up crew all together. I hope that the seawater grog I sent last time has kept you satisfied. An ta the next rainstorm, get wet this time. Its funny. Yours truly, the far better then you Thor.' He laughed and jammed the note into a hole in the top of the barrel."Now." He grabbed his war hammer and looked from his ship to Guinn's. He stuck his finger in the air and nodded,"Parfic." He pulled back and swung a tremendous blow striking the barrel on the cloth which dulled the blow and kept the barrel in one peice. The barrel lifted from the deck and flew towards the air clearing the Broadwing and flying straight for the deck of the Cutter. He smiled at the resounding thump as it hit the deck.
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Post by Gyre on Jan 23, 2007 19:48:56 GMT -5
(Yeah.. I'm done posting for the night, sorry. My rat is dying. )
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Post by Cerridwen on Jan 24, 2007 1:35:27 GMT -5
Rinn turned away from the ships gathered in the cove and headed back towards the dunes. Not being much of an inland creature, she had scratched a meager living from the sand and surf. Before she disappeared into the dunes Rinn paused to seach the rocky tidal pools for edibles. After having gleened enough various shell fish and other sea creatures she returned to her makeshift home among the dunes. The following morning she would strike inland to find the place that Guinn had spoke of...
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Post by Gyre on Jan 24, 2007 9:32:40 GMT -5
Guinn jumped in her cabin, causing her writing to jut downwards and across another paragraph. In anger, she slammed her fist down on the tabletop, and swept out the door, hissing. "What the hell was that!" She bellowed, as the door to her cabin exloded open. A single hare stood stunned, the berrel, cracked all up one side, lay only two feet before him. "Cap'n.. 'tis rainin' berrels..." he looked to the sky for more, but the wildcat shoved him backwards and knelt over the berrel, her tail swishing maddly. She pulled the note from the bung, and unrolled it. She punctured it at the top with a single claw, and pulled it down to read. Upon finishing, she tore it down the middle with her extended nail. "Gudner," Guinn spoke withouth taking her eyes off The Primary. The har she'd pushed over, stood at attention. "aye, cap'n?" "Bring me parchment and ink..." ~~~~~~~~~~~ Back in Centergrove, Firr was in a terrified state. After promising himself, that he would never have to see a squirrel again, he stepped out into the streets, and there they were. They were everywhere, with thier bushy tails, and tiny ears and little evil eyes.. Waiting for him. "By the fur and teeth! Let me be!" Fearfully, he ran through the streets toward the wood, recieving many strange looks as he went. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sun was just going down, and the three ships sat, rocking abreast in the shallow water. Usarrian stood on deck, his paw resting on the wheel. His gaze was fixed on the shore. He saw the otter messing about in the tidepools. Why she'd left the The Cutter he didn't know. The big hare knew that his companion Guinn was not the best hostess. Deciding to retire for the night, the hare turned and started walking down the stares, when an arrow hissed past him, barely grazing the chest of his suit. Usarrian froze, his eyes wide. After looking down to see the tiniest of tears across his fine coat, his face became a snarl, and he went directly to the portside, and bellowed. The sound of Usarrian's anger could strike the fear of death into anybeast, even Guinn. He hardly ever raised his voice. "Guinn O'Hara! What in the name of Hell's gates are you doing?" The cat stepped foreward, holding a longbow, and looking like a foolish dibbun. "Explain!" "I- Thor asslaulted my vessel, sir." Usarrian went to starbard side and shouted with the same ferocity for Thor. Guinn's arrow had birried itself deep in The Primary's Mainmast, a small note bount to the shaft, elegengtly explaining the wildcat's distaste for the badger, and his entire race and their brutish ways.
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