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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 25, 2006 23:36:28 GMT -5
Blade hauled up a rope that was attached to a bucket onto the deck which was now filled with seawater. he threw the contents on the otter dibbun to calm him.
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Post by Taggle on Nov 25, 2006 23:43:57 GMT -5
Taggle calmed down a little. He looked over at Blade, and his arm "does it 'urt?" the small dibbun asked. Taggle had never seen that kind of injury before.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 25, 2006 23:50:51 GMT -5
He threw the bucket overboard and leaned against the rail. "No physical pain i have endured to the day can come close to what iv exsperienced in the past..." he said.
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Post by Taggle on Nov 25, 2006 23:53:27 GMT -5
"have you evva been thwo a bad bad stowm?" Taggle asked. He hated only four things in the world. Storms,Vermin, bath, and bed.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 26, 2006 0:04:22 GMT -5
" My past has been a stowm... eh I mean storm..." He said accidently Jumbling his words." One day your living a life ontop of the sea...next your all alone becuase you had some crazy idea to run away from home...then when ye get back you'v lost it all...only to be capture by some other beats...tortured....enslaved...not only that but the emotional scars left behind...Not to mention the physical...." He said putting his seacoat on to cover the scar his past left.
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Post by Taggle on Nov 26, 2006 0:09:37 GMT -5
Taggle didn't understand most of it, but he picked up on one word. "enswaved? like on a piwate ship?" Taggle asked, his eyes hardening. COrsairs had murdered his entire holt. mother and father included, and enslaved him. It was only by seasons race he was not still a slave.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 26, 2006 0:13:42 GMT -5
" Indeed...A big one...really big...hundreds of slave would be on ship....at least ten would be killed each day too..." Blade could see he was saying a bit too much for the little one to handle...
((Moving Blade and Taggles part to The sea....Irv and blackshun will stay here for now))
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Post by Bhlacksun on Nov 27, 2006 22:54:16 GMT -5
Bhlacksun shook his head, and slowed his pace. Looked the otter in the eyes and nodded, trying his hardest to keep his cool.
"I'm sorry.. I have my fathers short temper..."
He took a deep breath and continued running now taking precautions to ducking around trees, instead of running into them and shrugging off the pain.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 28, 2006 22:23:06 GMT -5
It was beggining to get brighter and irivne was starting to get tired "Alright Matey..." He said. " Lets stop for a break...Afterward if ye wanna keep going ye can strap me to yer back!" he said as a joke.
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