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Post by Grylvak on Sept 1, 2009 23:36:25 GMT -5
"Nay...im feelin' t'e marks ye made on mi arm. Not drunk enough. But fer ye, I go' mi special drink. Yer favourite. Common. Open it up. I kno' yer gonna love it."
Ceasar motioned again the cabinet. Hey lay back down. He removed his bandana and threw it away. He removed his belt that held his sabre and pistols and also threw it on the carpet.
"If yer no' gonna let me drink, then id like ta confess then."
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Post by Kiri on Sept 1, 2009 23:45:23 GMT -5
"How about you confess first, then maybe I'll consider you to drink if I believe it." She winked, leaned forward and rested her head in her hand. She looked intently at him, her expression patient. She'd only get the drink after he'd confess.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 2, 2009 0:46:35 GMT -5
Ceasar lay his arms on his chest. He slowly closed his eyes, and made a deep sight.
"Ye....so il confess.....I wanna go out ta t'e sea. I wanna go so much. But I go' ta stay 'ere. Tha', is mi first confession."
He opening his eyes and looked at the ceiling, watching the grand scene it originated from. This port used to be nothing, a few huts and barns. But there was a lot of fighting for this worthless place, because it was the only place one could land properly for leagues and refill food and water. Many groups of many countries fought for it, mix it along with pirates and you had a very nice battleground. This painting, was the defense of his grandfather. With only 10 boats, he managed to repel 20 ships led by a general, and 5 other pirate ships. His grandfather managed to defend it for a whole month, with just 10 ships. An artist, a close friend of Ceasar's grandfathers, was with him during that bloody month. But he promised, that if he lived, he would paint his greatest painting, anywhere his grandfather asked.
And the ceiling, Ceasar was watching, was the very painting.
"Ah....mi other confession......I foun'.....love.....Ye kno' when it burns in yer gut n' yer no' sleepin at nigh'? There be just....a problem with t'e lass.....Il tell ye t'e problem if ye gimme a bottle o' tha' scotch, n' ye drink from tha' spirit ye like so much."
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Post by Kiri on Sept 2, 2009 11:55:44 GMT -5
Enouska's eyes widened at the mention of a love. "Aye!! That does call for celebration!!" She cheered and quickly got up. She went to cabinet and pulled the beautifully carved doors open, "So! Tell me about this lucky girl!! There can be no problem with this!" She excited exclaimed; happy that he was finally able to find someone. She grabbed the bottle of scotch, walked back over to him, grabbed a few mugs and sat back down. She quickly opened the bottle, took a swig from the opening, then poured a fair amount out. She thrusted the mug into his hands and carefully drank her own; awaiting his response.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 2, 2009 14:28:05 GMT -5
Ceasar emptied his mug in one go. He made a loud sigh.....small tears began to flow on his cheek. He normally wouldn't cry....but all the drinks he had didn't help his strong emotions that ran through him, setting fire to his belly.
"She's.... a pirate...." He began to whisper... almost wishing Enouska didn't hear it.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 2, 2009 14:56:34 GMT -5
Enouska looked at him and almost pitied him. Almost. "Well..." She began, then paused. "Nothing can stop love..." She added; this definitely wasn't her subject. "Perhaps you can persuade her out of her pirate ways." She suggested, then refilled his mug.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 2, 2009 15:09:33 GMT -5
"Ye kno' I can't do tha'. It's against t'e law." Ceasar said gulping down yet again his drink. "Ah....il fin' miself anotha maiden o' mi dreams. 'Ow bout ye? Nowe tha' were alone, ye got anythin' ta say?" He asked, asking for another refill.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 2, 2009 15:43:05 GMT -5
Enouska laughed and refilled his mug. "I know you'll find someone else, someone that is much more than her. Someone that can take care of you." She took a long drink from her mug and sighed out. "Well... You know the Pirate Guild: 13? Pg:13?" She asked softly, then looked at her mug. "When I was in the Western Lands... We had to aid each other... or all of us were going to die. We both have a high respect for one another; the leader and I..." She stated softly, then took another long drink; draining her mug.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 2, 2009 21:01:51 GMT -5
"Ye....ye slept with a .....pirate. And on top o' tha' ye slept with t'e leader o' PG:13..... A troll. I knew ye were t'e adventurous type.... But with a greenskin....!" Ceasar stated. He gulped down his drink again, but did not ask for another glass. What he just heard was...... just too much.
"Tell me yer joshin' me lass...."
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Post by Kiri on Sept 2, 2009 21:12:56 GMT -5
Enouska's eyes shot open, "No!! I would NEVER sleep with a pirate!" She yelled at him. "I would rather kill myself that ever do that!" She added on, nearly infuriated. "I had to repair my ship and we were all being attacked! We aided each other, ya hear me?!" She screamed at him then stood up, the bottle tightly gripped in her hand.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 2, 2009 21:28:40 GMT -5
"Then wha' did ye do with tha' captain, eh?" Ceasar asked, almost staring at her playfully.
"Oh...n' im arragin' sparrin's tamorrow. If ye go' time, im sure many o' mi men wan' a duel o' two with ye."
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Post by Kiri on Sept 2, 2009 21:42:29 GMT -5
Enouska smiled and sat back down, "Only swords, no guns." She winked. "And that's easy... I was about ready to kill some of them, then he stepped in and we negotiated... Let's just say they will never come to this port while I'm here... Once they know where I live. Let's hope they wouldn't come here in the first place." She muttered, brought the scotch to her lips, leaned her head back and finished the bottle.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 2, 2009 21:57:18 GMT -5
"Aye, no guns, n' wooden swords ta. Sorry, bu' if I gave ye a real sword, none o'mi men could work properly in t'e morrow. " Ceasar gave a slight chuckle. Thank god he had changed the subject, or else he would be the one not being able to work tomorrow....or maybe a few months considering Enouska had the bottle and a few drinks in her.
"N' there will be t'e famous course run. Now that....you will have a lot of competition. It has become quite the hobby for many sailors."
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Post by Kiri on Sept 2, 2009 22:03:03 GMT -5
"Aye, running hasn't become very useful for me except for running to battle." She smiled. "But I don't know, my speed is still unmatched." She winked and slid down in her chair. "So will it be just a fist-fight with the course?" She asked, then yawned; followed by a hiccup. She set the bottle on the floor and tiredly looked over at Ceasar.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 2, 2009 22:59:47 GMT -5
" The cours ain't bout runnin'!! It's 'bout agility!" Ceasar stated as he sat up, surprised she mentioned "Running". She didn't know of the course, maybe the other sailors did have a chance. Tomorrow, would indeed be interesting.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 2, 2009 23:06:36 GMT -5
"Do you realize the last time I was on land?" She asked, her voice dangerously low. She gave another yawn, another hiccup. "It's been at least 7 months, and before that I had only a day back! The voyage before that was around a year!" She snapped; the alcohol and tiredness setting in.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 3, 2009 9:40:34 GMT -5
"Then tamorrow.....ye gonna get yer legs strechted as if ye been a good land-lubber all yer life." Ceasar stated. He really wanted to see if her swordplay and marksmenship could help her at all during a agility and dexterity course.
"I was thinkin' o'arragin' group sparrin'. Ye wanna be mi partner o' ye gonna find a betta' lad ta join ye?"
Ceasar leaned back into the sofa, bringing his two arms up on the top of the sofa.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 3, 2009 11:15:31 GMT -5
Enouska stared at him, stood up and plopped down next to him. "Of course I'll be your partner. I just don't know how I'll do since I'm more of a fighter and not a running." She grumbled out. She leaned against her side, her eyes dropping slightly. "Just had to get drunk, didn't ya..." She grumbled out as well.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 3, 2009 14:30:33 GMT -5
"I though' ye knew be betta' then tha'. It takes moar then a bottle o' two ta get mi drunk! Hic!" Ceasa stated.
"N' groups ar' fer t'e sparr's! Not fer t'e course. N' I kno' betta' then ta spar with ye. The duo tha' can beat most lads wins."
*Ceasar's voice now very drunk....good thing he was in his quaters. His bed is close.*
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Post by Kiri on Sept 3, 2009 16:05:48 GMT -5
Enouska shook her head and hit his chest; hard, "You're drunk! You had more than 2 bottles! You were drunk before we even got here!" She shouted tiredly. "We'll beat the most, there's not argument there. And when we do beat the most, even if we don't, we drink till we can't walk straight!" She called out.
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