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Post by Dante Reach™ on Jan 11, 2008 17:40:49 GMT -5
Dante jumped up when he heard her say sailing. Dante hated sailing he threw up all the time. Dante thought maybe this would be where he split up from the group. Dante was about to tell them this but then he thought that he would finally get to sit in the crows nest. He got a smile on his face them said.
[glow=blue,2,300]Alright I'll go! It sounds like fun.....If I can survive the sea sickness....[/glow]
Dante checked his bag and made sure he was stocked up and ready for what they were about to do.
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Post by Rehjul on Jan 11, 2008 19:07:41 GMT -5
"I'm going." Knight said, matter-of-factly. He took a moment to think. "So, which island are we going to?" He asked, as he quickly checked to make sure he had all of his items. ((Sorry for the short post, I gotta go. I'll edit it soon.))
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Post by Elka on Jan 11, 2008 22:38:51 GMT -5
"I guess I'm coming too," Elka said, though not entirely sure yet of where they were going. She also wasn't so happy about the idea of having to ride in a boat. Although she did not get seasick, every time she rode in a boat she had a nagging fear of sinking and not being able to swim away.
"What kind of boat is this, exactly?" she asked hasitly. Nightmarish images of enormous man-powered boats like those used by Vikings popped into her head, and she shuddered at the mere thought. But no decent pirate would use a boat like that, she thought.
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Post by Peregrinus on Jan 11, 2008 23:50:12 GMT -5
"Oh you think so?" Pere remarked to Anne.
"I wouldn' have to worry about anybody dragging behind if I went myself, but since everyone's going already, I might as well go with ya'll. Someone has to watch your backs." The ranger placed his glove on his hand, and let go a long whistle, Sly zoomed in from the sky landing lightly on his hand.
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Post by Fearn on Jan 12, 2008 0:05:43 GMT -5
"And hopefully not stab them... I've never been sailing before. I hope I don't get sick," Fearn said, shrugging Anne off of her shoulder. She pulled a squashed biscuit out of her bundle of clothes and began munching on it.
"Aref fe goimph back toph the inf?" she said through her mouthful, before she realized what she was going and swallowed her food, even though her previously small amount of dignity was now nonexistent. "Wow, a pirate ship. I wonder how that'll work out."
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