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Capt. Jaden Smythe
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Date Posted: 11:47:38 05/14/06 Sun
In reply to:
Salty Bob
's message, "Re: Cloak and Dagger" on 07:37:09 05/12/06 Fri
::The good Captain was indeed out at sea, having a few other business ventures that turned out to be a bit more profitable than the nonexistant pigeon. In fact, the Captain was in no hurry to return to Westwind, still fuming over the whole fiasco, actually. Westwind was far too wealthy a port to completely avoid it. But the mixture of salt breeze in her nostrils, and mist upon her face with the sun to warm her skin did much to smooth ruffled feathers. Not to mention a tall fellow with bulging muscles, a hammock on a sandy beach and an unending stream of rum and juice, it did wonders. She raised up, brushing back the blonde hair, bleached even lighter from days in the sun, letting his large hands grip her around the waist:: Jest one more drink, and one more...::a saucey smirk and a thrust of the hips:: Realluh now...::she then reached for the pitcher, perched on a nearby table. The hammock listed dangerously, but the captain was determined, strrrretching:: jest a lil more..:: The hammock capsized, spilling the man of the moment on top of Jaden. With howls of laughter and crashing waves, the captain said her adieus. The moon would be rising round and full when the Osprey weighed anchor::
Where to Cap'n? ::The bald mate, with rings through ears and nose inquired::
back ta Westwind, o'course.
::the navigator gave her a curious look::
Come now, Curleh, Ah aint one ta let a grudge be standin in de way o'profit. harr harr harr ::Her laughter rang out over dark waters. It would not be long::
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