The Old Man continues to hide in the crowd of prisoners, seething his fury to the point where his legs almost give way.
*throws a hot dog at you*
The hot dog harmlessly bumps into the door. Hearing a loud thud, the Old Man pokes his head out of the door and sticks his tongue out before retreating back into the kitchen.
OOC: So, where shall we head to next? I hear a legendary captain of the Hedgehog Revenge once owned a secret port...or we could visit the second Tavern within this roleplay.
OOC: Hmmmm...Florida? I don't know, I'm thinking about creating a new character or getting someone to create a new character to create some conflict.
OOC: The "Tropical Islands" topic presents a wonderful opportunity for exploration. Shall we direct the ships to head there? (The more characters the merrier! For the sake of organization, you'll need to post it in the Pirtate Bios. I finished my Bio for the Vulture Captain Varrow and will be posting it shortly.)
OOC: Hmmmm...Florida? I don't know, I'm thinking about creating a new character or getting someone to create a new character to create some conflict.
OOC: The "Tropical Islands" topic presents a wonderful opportunity for exploration. Shall we direct the ships to head there? (The more characters the merrier! For the sake of organization, you'll need to post it in the Pirtate Bios. I finished my Bio for the Vulture Captain Varrow and will be posting it shortly.)
OOC: Sure, let's head down there! I'll post my bio soon.
The hot dog harmlessly bumps into the door. Hearing a loud thud, the Old Man pokes his head out of the door and sticks his tongue out before retreating back into the kitchen.
"Stick ye tongue out again, and I'll be slapping it!"
The hot dog harmlessly bumps into the door. Hearing a loud thud, the Old Man pokes his head out of the door and sticks his tongue out before retreating back into the kitchen.
"Stick ye tongue out again, and I'll be slapping it!"
Opening the door, the Old Man sticks his tongue out once more and is surprised when a small snowflake gently lands ontop it. Looking above him, his face is soon covered in snow.
"Stick ye tongue out again, and I'll be slapping it!"
Opening the door, the Old Man sticks his tongue out once more and is surprised when a small snowflake gently lands ontop it. Looking above him, his face is soon covered in snow.
Opening the door, the Old Man sticks his tongue out once more and is surprised when a small snowflake gently lands ontop it. Looking above him, his face is soon covered in snow.
IC: Boarding Kane's ship, Emilano salutes him. Her eyebrows are frozen, and she is unable to blink.
"We've hit cold weather, sah!"
Her falcon, opens his stiff beak and lets out a tired screech, afirming her assesment.
Aye. *Turns South.* Let's head to Florida.
Emiliano slowly moves her stiff arm and salutes. "I sssecond dat."
Just then the Old Man bursts out of the Captain's Cabin, balancing on his head and arms an array of warm dishes that immediately freeze upon coming into contact with the cold air.
While the captured enemy crew break the ice surrounding the vessel with ridiculously large javelins, one of Emiliano's men start to whistle a sea shanty.
Emiliano slowly moves her stiff arm and salutes. "I sssecond dat."
Just then the Old Man bursts out of the Captain's Cabin, balancing on his head and arms an array of warm dishes that immediately freeze upon coming into contact with the cold air.
While the captured enemy crew break the ice surrounding the vessel with ridiculously large javelins, one of Emiliano's men start to whistle a sea shanty.
"You know what, I don't know?
If what's worse is gators or snow."
Jack: Well, I ain't sure. Either of 'em can take your fingers.
Emiliano slowly moves her stiff arm and salutes. "I sssecond dat."
Just then the Old Man bursts out of the Captain's Cabin, balancing on his head and arms an array of warm dishes that immediately freeze upon coming into contact with the cold air.
While the captured enemy crew break the ice surrounding the vessel with ridiculously large javelins, one of Emiliano's men start to whistle a sea shanty.
"You know what, I don't know?
If what's worse is gators or snow."
Jack: Well, I ain't sure. Either of 'em can take your fingers.
Returning to her vessel, Emiliano eyes the faint shape of an island and orders her crew to steer the ship in its direction.
Goodbye LMBs...
Goodbye LMBs...
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