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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 31, 2007 22:15:14 GMT -5
Skipper suddenly leaned backward hitting the deck allow the arrow out of his direction he kicked at the squirrel's feet.
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Post by Silas on Jan 31, 2007 22:24:37 GMT -5
The Squirrel, who was wearing an odd sort of camoflage, suddenly leapt back, shot the arrow into the deck, threw his bow away, and drew a One-handed sword with a black pommel. Tom raised his own sword, holding it above his head. The squirrel looked up at tom, and said, again in the odd dialect "Jen... Jen cah ne oln Reguba? Dej? " Tom responded in a more laboured version. "Ya, Se Tef Reguba."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 31, 2007 22:29:22 GMT -5
The Skipper lept to his feet keeping his own Sword pointed at the Squirrell. " Tom....Tell me what going on...the only thing i understood was Rugerbah....." he said kepping his eyes on the squirrell.
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Post by Silas on Jan 31, 2007 22:37:51 GMT -5
"Well, from my understanding, he asked you if you spoke his language. And my guess would be that he and his group mistook us for pirates." Tom explained. "And the word Reguba means Warrior, in their language, the language taught throughout the generations of squirrels. That's part of How I got this sword. They use the same kind. Light, single-pawed, effective weapon." He Turned toward the Camo garbed squirrel. "Ge heb Fa Nerakaj. Ge heb Moranovas. Ien Ge fe Ter Locan?"
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 1, 2007 12:14:50 GMT -5
The skipper got iritated and thwacked Tom over the head with his paw. "Would you like to Tell me more?!? Maybe teach me a bit? Eh'?"
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Post by Silas on Feb 1, 2007 21:19:22 GMT -5
Tom winced in pain, but said, "We'll go to their leader. He can teach ye more than I can." As the Skipper hit tom, though, the Camoflage squirrel raised his sword until the point was at the skipper's neck. He glared threateningly. " Jen Du Tenc Afir, Ic Keb Jen."
"Ah." Tom said knowingly. "Since you hit me, that makes you an enemy if you do it again. guess I'd better tell him you aren't." He then gibbered something in the native's dialect, more rapidly this time. The camo squirrel laughed and shook Irvine's hand. " Jen cah Flidec."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 1, 2007 22:09:09 GMT -5
The Skipper glared back and pushed the squirrel's sword out of the way. He and re-hit Tom on the back of the head then smiled and shook the squirrels hand. "What excactly did you tell him?" He asked hitting him once more.
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Post by Silas on Feb 2, 2007 17:01:01 GMT -5
Tom said, "Well, I told him you're just irritated, and he forgave ye. Now hold on." He then went into a lengthy conversation with the camo squirrel, then looked over the side, and suddenly dove over the side. There was no splash, though.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 2, 2007 22:17:18 GMT -5
"Wells thats just great...." he said leaning back on his sword"....Give me a bow and I'll find him...."
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Post by Silas on Feb 3, 2007 0:49:17 GMT -5
Tom called from the rowboat he landed in, "C'mon Skip! Ya wanted to learn the lingo didn't ya? Besides, they'll probably want to search the ship anyways." In a bound, the camo squirrel landed amidships in the rowboat, which sent it rocking crazily. He gripped on to the rail in an attempt to regain balance. Tom took the time to look around at the boat's occupants. There were what looked like three older versions of the camo squirrel, each unique. The one farthest aft said in passable normal speech, "Who is this? Beasts do not just fall into my boat." "Well, I'm Tom Calver of the Northern Peacekeeping army, and these are our ships. Feel free to search them. We have nothing to hide."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 3, 2007 22:43:28 GMT -5
Irvine umped in cuasing the small boat to lower more and shake considerably. He steadied himself then sat down leaning backward placing is hands behind his head. "Im the Skipper of Sea otters matey...."
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Post by Silas on Feb 3, 2007 23:03:22 GMT -5
"Well, hello. We have not seen your kind since we came here." The middle, older looking squirrel said. He then requested the other two older squirrels to row the boat into shore, where the sandy beach was overlooked by jutting cliffs.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 4, 2007 22:08:12 GMT -5
"Well We aint seen yer kind here ever matey...."He said truthfully but in a joking fasion. He turned to Tom. "Hey tom....how long we gonna be here?"
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Post by Silas on Feb 5, 2007 0:33:44 GMT -5
Tom shrugged. "I dunno, Skipper. Depends on how long it takes them to search our ships. Besides, I have a few questions to ask these people. And you said it yourself, you wanted to learn the lingo. Here's the most likely candidate who can unravel your confusion." He gestured towards the Squirrel who spoke earlier.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 5, 2007 15:09:00 GMT -5
The skipper threw his head back hitting wood of the rowboat. He moaned in pain then looked over at the Squirrel. "Well Matey....Lets hear it...." he said rain pounding upon his head.
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