Lia Rushden (_notatragedy) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-04-19 17:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 april, ophelia rushden, seamus finnigan |
Who: Ophelia and Seamus
What: Dreaming!
Where: Their dreams!
When: Monday night or something
Rating: arrgggg there be pirates
The blue waves of the ocean lapped quietly against the side of her ship as she laid in wait, knowing this stretch of sea was often used for shipping the more valuable of trade items, items that would catch her a pretty penny upon their eventual return to port.
Staring out at the sea, it sparkled against the hot afternoon sun, causing Ophelia to squint her eye for just a moment. But she could see it on the horizon, their mark. Another ship she had heard of that she knew would contain plenty of riches to keep them going foe another few weeks, and more importantly buy more rum.
After a moment she smiled wickedly, Adjusting her eyepatch and drawing her sword, pointing it in the direction of the oncoming ship.
"NOW YE SCALLYWAYS. RAISE THE FLAG AND THE SAILS, LOAD THE CANNONS! CHARGE EM DOWN AND TAKE NO PRISONERS!" She cried, adrenaline rushing through her veins as her ship charged forward. It was a beauty of a vessel, and fast. Perfect for pirates.
When they came close she called out to the other crew, "PUT DOWN YER ARMS AND GIVE US THE LOOT OR FACE YOUR OWN DEATH. YOUR CHOICE! BUT THE LOOT WILL BE OURS!"