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[Nov. 28th, 2010|09:54 am] |
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What the hell is going on? Toby, why did I just wake up in a pub somewhere in the middle of London? And why am I wearing men's clothing? Oh god. WAS I HIJACKED?! |
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[Nov. 21st, 2010|01:23 pm] |
This is an official SOS, I am in need of assistance. The intelligence I've been sailing with has done something with all our spare boats and oars, and we currently can't get close enough to the dock because the same intelligence let it go too soon and the anchor is somehow lodged down below. This is your Admiral, formerly Commodore Norrington asking for any and all assistance available to me at this time to please, for the love God, rescue me from my fate. I fear one more minute spent in Mr. Turner's company will result in one or both of us flying overboard and should Ms. Smith ever come back, she won't be pleased to find that her companion has mysteriously drowned.
Really, this is beyond intolerable so I thank you, whoever you are, in advance for your help. Oh and uh, God save the King. |
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| Five |
[Nov. 4th, 2010|09:26 am] |
Hmmm. A question to anybody who might have the answer. Or at least a general musing:
James Norrington died while he was still Admiral of the East India Trading Company War Fleet. On a technicality, does that mean that he still is admiral now in this topsy turvy fictional world? This is a very important question, as it depends entirely on whether I actually have command of an entire fleet or not. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2010|09:49 am] |
Ugh. I hate being a red head. SUN BURNS KILL.
Seriously, there is not enough aloe in the world for this shit. Why oh why did I think it'd be a good idea to take a nap out on the deck, today? Whhhyyy. Ow.
I'm a lobster. If you saw me you'd probably mistake me for one and not realize it until you'd already had me boiled and buttered.
... And now I'm hungry. Great! And we're out of like, everything. Sigh. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me?
Edit: 20 minutes later ... Uh. Toby? You know how we thought this port looked familiar when we docked awhile ago? Preeeeetty sure it's Port Royal... |
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[Sep. 5th, 2010|12:02 am] |
There really is nothing quite like being out in the middle of the ocean, the wind in your hair and the view from the crows nest. Also waking up before your captain in order to booby trap the place before sneaking off the ship for the afternoon.
HAHAHAHAHA GOT YOU. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2010|03:53 pm] |
Ahoy, all you landlubbers! First mate of the Flying Dutchman checking in again after a couple weeks of blissful sailing on the open seas, only to come back to find you all... well, apparently drugged up to high heavens on some kind of truth serum and spilling every last dirty secret you've got? Awkward.
Heh. Uh. Well! Look on the bright side, at least you guys can all go on land whenever you want? My poor captain Tobias is totally stuck on this thing except for one day out of every ten years, it sucks. But it's okay though, since I totally bring land to him. Like literally, sometimes I gather up some dirt in a jar and bring it to him, just for shits and giggles.
Um, what was I saying? Oh, right! Aunt Deidre, I should be able to take the MTN to wherever you are (where are you again?) tomorrow around noon? |
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[Jul. 8th, 2010|04:34 pm] |
Another port, another day on land. And I guess I've finally gotten bored enough that I'm going to make use of this thing right here. I've been a reincarnate since October but being out at sea all the time, well. The Dutchman has many things, but not one of them is WiFi.
Hi all, I'm Kaylee Smith, reincarnate of Commodore James Norrington. Been sailing the seven seas with William Turner for the past five months, if you can believe that. It's been grand!
Tobias, you're lucky I didn't break my neck this time. Do you know how dangerous it is to booby trap a clutz? |
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