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I've just seen the Pirates of the Caribbean 2 movie and I tire of these land legs and shall be setting sail soon! All those who want to join me to taking to the sea sign up now and state ya position and skills! We be setting off tommorow! Yaaaaar!

I be Scott, Master of the Cannon Balls, and I use the giant sholder Cannon (which is not quite as big as a Cannon but pretty darn big for a gun)!

Yaaaar!

<span style="font-size:xx-small;">(Yes, this is just because this movie fooking rawked but tommorow I shall be drawing the crew altogether, so sign up if yee wants to be a pirate! )</span> <p><div style="text-align:center"> </div>
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<div style="text-align:center"> </div></p>Edited by: [url=http://p068.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=choark>Choark</A]&nbsp; at: 7/7/06 11:29

I was signed up before you even made this thread. My anticipation for the movie makes me burst at the seams!

Ship's cook. I can make some mean grub when the mood takes me, know how to make real tea(Ask Jak, he will atest to this), and I'm not half bad with a kitchen knife in a scrape!

Also, I know how to keep various citrus plants growing in planters. No scurvy for us! <p><hr /><div style="text-align:center"></div></p>

Aye, the man knows how to make a cuppa. Has me approval, yar.

Well ya both on then, but what can ye do lad? <p><div style="text-align:center"> </div>
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I be tellin' fanciful tales about man eatin' mermen and talking to me good friend, Bird. That and making sure there aren't any worms in the apple barrel.

Blatantly obvious stowaway that no one ever notices as out-of-place, check! <p><hr /><div style="text-align:center">dictionary.com | encyclopædia dramatica</div></p>

I'll be the disarmingly friendly pirate who always seems like he's too nice to ever do anything, well... pirately. I can help Bes cook.

Completely unrelated, I'm very good with knives. >:D

Can I be the old sea dog with a pegleg who always seems to know more than he lets on? <p>-_-___-___-___-_-

"The universe is all in the mind that perceives it, and sensation is the first and only reality. If a tree falls in the forest with no creature to hear it, then there is no tree."
-Dungeons and Dragons: Complete Arcane, page 167

Arch mage144: Spleen doesn't bother with penis size contests; instead, he goes straight to penis number.</p>

Welcome aboard lads! (and the lass who I think I noticed.. Is she crew or not?)

We'll take the seas by storm! Yaaar! <p><div style="text-align:center"> </div>
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I'll be the short yet physically imposing ex-slave. Years toiling in the sun make me strong!

Oh, and I can swab the entire deck in 4 minutes flat. Less if I don't blink.

Ex-Ace-Starship Captain here. I'll tag along and point out how we do it in Space.

I'd still be up there, were my crew not eaten by space-aliens and my ship's hull turned into a parking garage. :(

Not to mention raped by f*rries.

What ship is complete without the disease-ridden vermin in the hold? Perfect for taunting captives and <s>eating all the food</s> discarding rotten crap alike! <p><hr />

<span style="font-size:xx-small;">"Their rhetoric... You didn't put communists in his bed did you!" came Amber's indignant reply.

"Why not? All I had to do was open a gate to his bed and stick up a sign saying 'Hot virgin willing to make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of international socialist fraternity.'"</span>

<span style="color:blue;font-size:xx-small;">Excaliburned:</span> <span style="font-size:xx-small;">Ah yes, I'm thinking of having the USS Bob be preserved outside the Arena as a monument of sorts</span></p>

NAVIGATOR. I can find my way anywhere without a compass or by using the stars!

<s>It'll just be the WRONG way. Ahahaha!</s>

I can also hide daggers in my cleavage! You need someone who can do that on any crew y'know.

Can I be the backwards thinking crazy pirate, who sometimes thinks he's a baker, though he was hired to be the lowest deckhand available?

I need a very dishevled chef's hat, with a mop.

*Kicks his browser*

Edited by: [url=http://p068.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=ganonfro@rpgww60462>Ganonfro</A] at: 7/7/06 21:11

*elects to look for Kate's lost daggers*

Also: I promise the food isn't poisoned at all.

The grog, however... that low quality shit that the captain bought LAST time may or may not be poisonous on its own. >.>;;

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Currently idolizing - Roger Bacon, Shadow Hearts
Likes : Forbidden magics, Determined people, His teacher
Dislikes : Stupid people, Church officials, People that prey on the weak
Method of Destroying the World : Feh. God can do it for me. >:{
Becomes Super Powerful When : ... well F***. When ISN'T he?</span>

"Lunatic? The sages of EVERY age were called that! Let HISTORY decide whether my actions were good or bad. For now, we must forge ahead!"</p>

The lime keeps you lot from getting your silly 'scurvy', though, so it's a trade-off.

And scurvy ain't even nothin', compared to Space Madness.

Shit, if I had the boobs for it, I'd be down with the beer wench. So, Deeum will be it instead.

I will, however, will sit on the crowsnest and do pratically nothing! <p><div style="text-align:center"><hr />
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A WOMAN? ON A SHIP! SACRILEGE!!

...Now if you were in port, you'd be totally and completely fair game.

SHIT. NIPPLES.

That is all, carry on. <p><hr />

<span style="font-size:xx-small;">"Their rhetoric... You didn't put communists in his bed did you!" came Amber's indignant reply.

"Why not? All I had to do was open a gate to his bed and stick up a sign saying 'Hot virgin willing to make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of international socialist fraternity.'"</span>

<span style="color:blue;font-size:xx-small;">Excaliburned:</span> <span style="font-size:xx-small;">Ah yes, I'm thinking of having the USS Bob be preserved outside the Arena as a monument of sorts</span></p>

She's mine here, jackholes.

That be my job, bossing everyone around. <p><hr /><div style="text-align:center">What's wrong with this ring?!</div></p>

I'll be the steersman. The gave me a few medals for that back in the day, so I ought to be good.

I shall also tell tales of mythic folklore about people being eaten by seamonsters in order to comfort the womanfolk.
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"Moreover, when on the following night, much to his dismay, [Caesar] had a dream of raping his own mother, the soothsayers greatly encouraged him by their interpretations of it: namely, that he was destined to conquer the earth" - Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars - Julius Caesar, chapter 7</p>

Sea monsters are nothing. Don't even try to gimme that line about Cthulhu being a horrible sea monster - you know why? He's a Space Monster first and foremost, and second most, if smacking him in the brain with a steamship will K.O. him, just imagine what a Starship going Warp 11 would do.

Yarr. I be the mutinous cur who'll steal the ship and crew right out from under the captain's nose. <p>Centuries of threats of "I'll turn you all to stone!" and "I'll knock you all down!" have caused Domans to develop an instinct to form small groups. For safety, I assure you. – Keir</p>

A sea monster et a ship I was sailin' on, when I was but a lad. We lived in its gullet fer nigh on four months. I was the only one who came out alive, an' I had ta eat the entire rest o' the crew and me own leg to keep meself aroun'. <p>-_-___-___-___-_-

"The universe is all in the mind that perceives it, and sensation is the first and only reality. If a tree falls in the forest with no creature to hear it, then there is no tree."
-Dungeons and Dragons: Complete Arcane, page 167

Arch mage144: Spleen doesn't bother with penis size contests; instead, he goes straight to penis number.</p>

*Serves Kelne and Kyle bad gumbo, giving them the runs. Everyone else has a nice dinner of spiced chicken later on.* <p><hr /><div style="text-align:center"></div></p>

I'll be the land ho.

Ya know, "LAND HO!!!"

*ha-yuk*

:D
BA

Hey Tara! Got any daggers?

*Reaches down into cleavage and digs around a bit*
THERE it is!
*hands a dagger to Cha*

:D
BA

... someone else flirt with her. I'm not getting my ass kicked by her husband. *goes belowdecks* <p><hr />
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*scurries out and sniffs at her boots in hopes of being proclaimed the ship's cute thing!* <p><hr />

<span style="font-size:xx-small;">"Their rhetoric... You didn't put communists in his bed did you!" came Amber's indignant reply.

"Why not? All I had to do was open a gate to his bed and stick up a sign saying 'Hot virgin willing to make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of international socialist fraternity.'"</span>

<span style="color:blue;font-size:xx-small;">Excaliburned:</span> <span style="font-size:xx-small;">Ah yes, I'm thinking of having the USS Bob be preserved outside the Arena as a monument of sorts</span></p>

*Drops five pounds of cheese on Mus' head, as he must victimize Mus no matter what*

*...And then pukes over the railing, being the typical seasick passenger* <p><hr /><div style="text-align:center"> </div></p>

*eats his way back out, fat and happy*

The irony gods have smiled upon me this day! <p><hr />

<span style="font-size:xx-small;">"Their rhetoric... You didn't put communists in his bed did you!" came Amber's indignant reply.

"Why not? All I had to do was open a gate to his bed and stick up a sign saying 'Hot virgin willing to make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of international socialist fraternity.'"</span>

<span style="color:blue;font-size:xx-small;">Excaliburned:</span> <span style="font-size:xx-small;">Ah yes, I'm thinking of having the USS Bob be preserved outside the Arena as a monument of sorts</span></p>

Did I mention that was limberger? I hope you enjoy the stomach cramps, rode-!

*Pukes again. On Mus, this time* <p><hr /><div style="text-align:center"> </div></p>

*Looks at the thing sniffing at her boots, and then the guy puking on him*

Poor thing...*Dumps her mug o' grog on him to wash off the vomit*

Better?

Um. A little?

*scurres behind to use BA as a human shield against projectile vomit! >:* <p><hr />

<span style="font-size:xx-small;">"Their rhetoric... You didn't put communists in his bed did you!" came Amber's indignant reply.

"Why not? All I had to do was open a gate to his bed and stick up a sign saying 'Hot virgin willing to make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of international socialist fraternity.'"</span>

<span style="color:blue;font-size:xx-small;">Excaliburned:</span> <span style="font-size:xx-small;">Ah yes, I'm thinking of having the USS Bob be preserved outside the Arena as a monument of sorts</span></p>