Post by Eli Enchanted on Oct 7, 2005 15:14:27 GMT -5
I'm now posting some of what I've written so far so that you can read it, but I'm obviously not done yet so enjoy whats on here for now. I'll put up some more soon!
A ship is said to be one unpredictible way of transportation, especially, most of all, a pirate ship.
This story takes place in the early 1700's, about a group of young rogues and one unfortunate royal young prince.
And so our story begins:
"Land hoe!" Called Berdie from the bird's nest. He was looking out through his old rusty telescope, right at the sea below, and just hanging to the pole through his little nest. He got his name from the place where people would usually find him on a ship. He also appeared to have a brain about the size of a bird's. He couldn't even tell the difference between a box and a dog. He was short and skinny but he had a tough look to him. He had a shipman's tan and wore a bandanna around his head and scruffy, short black hair. His eyes were tiny and blue with grey specks. He was built for climbing and had an appearence almost like that of a tree monkey. He was 16 but didn't look it because of his height.
"Whadda talkin' bout, Berdie?" Shiner yelled back. "There ain't no land hoe, dere can't be, we've got 20 miles to go yet to Cambridge.." Shiner was a brave, strong and intelligent boy of the age of 15. He was handsome and though he sailed on a ship full of rifraf, he looked decent enough. He was a runaway, a proud English boy and you could see it in his face. He had full bi-ceps and was nicely built all around and was of average height. His green eyes were sharp, and his dark brown hair was pulled back in a small ponytail with a red, worn-out cloth wrapped over his head. He was always by the Captain's side and was named Shiner for constantly getting himself a big ol black eye when he got in trouble. Leaning against the railing of the ship, Shiner could feel the sea spray against his cheek. He closed his eyes and smiled pleasently. He loved the water, he always had, and he loved sailing everywhere as a pirate. Suddenly a sweet but rough voice came to his ears, "Shiner, how many times ought I tell ya not to lean 'gainst that railing? I've known people even as tiny as you to break it looking as cocky as ya do." He looked around and saw the pride of the crew. Her name was Spiker Sophie. Nobody really knew why she had that name. she came aboard with it, insisiting that everybody only ever call her that, unless it was the Captain. She was beautiful but rough-edged. She had a strong, graceful jawline and used her mouth well when it came to words. Her skin had an amazing tone of brown and it shone. She appeared kind but she was ruthless. When she was angry no one stood in her way. She had long ringlets of dark blonde hair and icy light blue eyes. She was tall, 18 years old and built strong inside and out, yet she looked delicate and slim. Although the boys of the ship had sailed years with her, they were still amazed at her shocking beauty and how definate she was. She walked toward Shiner and leaned forward with her arms supporting her. Shiner turned his head sideways to look at her and watched her. If there was anyone on the ship that loved her the most, it was he. He had been thinking since they started this trip, maybe once they got to land, he and Spiker could spend some "quality* time together. He never seemed to lose that dream of having her to himself. He suddnely felt a rush of determination and thought to maybe give it a try.
"Spiker..I was wondering," He began, but Spiker interupted him.
"Shiner, if you think for one minute that you'll get anything from me, you're better off walkin' da plank." She stood still, eyes closed with no expression upon her face. She was used to Shiner asking her for "favors". She knew how he felt, but she loved to torture him. He had no idea. The breeze was blowing her ringlets against her face but she took no effort in preventing this. Shiner didn't like to admit it, but he knew that she had more power over him then anyone else. When it came to Spiker, he was a softie. Whereas with the rest of the crew, not including the Captain, he spared no emotion. Being the Captain's right hand man gave him the closest responsibilty to being headhancho. If there was one love interest that she and Shiner had in common, if at all, it was that they both loved the sea. They had both spent many years over the sea, plundering and swashbuckling.
Spiker turned to look at him as he stared, and as soon as those icicles met his eyes, he wipped his head around. To seem as if he hadn't been entranced, he quickly walked away and started yelling at one of the little cabin boys who had just snunk a biscuit from the breakfast tray. Spiker laughed to herself, knowingly. She was nobody's but her own and she denied this would ever change. She gave the impression of independence and no one could ignore it.
She tugged a rope hanging from the rigging and swung her way over to the steps to the top deck. The Captain was standing at the front with his telescope to his eye. The funny thing about this man was that he was the only male upon the ship that had any control over Spiker. She respected him, but only as long as he respected her. The Captain wasn't much of an impatient man so he let her have her way and agreed on certain terms as long as she obedied his orders. He turned around at the sound of her boots on the deck landing, and smiled.
"Good morning, Sophie." He said, turning back to his telescope. She didn't like much being called by her actual name, but being in a good mood, she let this pass.
"Ello', Capn." She answered, coming to his side.
"How goes you?" He asked, closing his telescope. She looked him in the eyes and smiled.
"Just fine, yourself?" She answered. He nodded and said, "The same." They both went silent and were gazing out at the waves below the ship when he started speaking again, "Sophie, you recall what I told you the night before?"
"Yes sir." She replied, thinking back to their late night talk the other day.
A ship is said to be one unpredictible way of transportation, especially, most of all, a pirate ship.
This story takes place in the early 1700's, about a group of young rogues and one unfortunate royal young prince.
And so our story begins:
"Land hoe!" Called Berdie from the bird's nest. He was looking out through his old rusty telescope, right at the sea below, and just hanging to the pole through his little nest. He got his name from the place where people would usually find him on a ship. He also appeared to have a brain about the size of a bird's. He couldn't even tell the difference between a box and a dog. He was short and skinny but he had a tough look to him. He had a shipman's tan and wore a bandanna around his head and scruffy, short black hair. His eyes were tiny and blue with grey specks. He was built for climbing and had an appearence almost like that of a tree monkey. He was 16 but didn't look it because of his height.
"Whadda talkin' bout, Berdie?" Shiner yelled back. "There ain't no land hoe, dere can't be, we've got 20 miles to go yet to Cambridge.." Shiner was a brave, strong and intelligent boy of the age of 15. He was handsome and though he sailed on a ship full of rifraf, he looked decent enough. He was a runaway, a proud English boy and you could see it in his face. He had full bi-ceps and was nicely built all around and was of average height. His green eyes were sharp, and his dark brown hair was pulled back in a small ponytail with a red, worn-out cloth wrapped over his head. He was always by the Captain's side and was named Shiner for constantly getting himself a big ol black eye when he got in trouble. Leaning against the railing of the ship, Shiner could feel the sea spray against his cheek. He closed his eyes and smiled pleasently. He loved the water, he always had, and he loved sailing everywhere as a pirate. Suddenly a sweet but rough voice came to his ears, "Shiner, how many times ought I tell ya not to lean 'gainst that railing? I've known people even as tiny as you to break it looking as cocky as ya do." He looked around and saw the pride of the crew. Her name was Spiker Sophie. Nobody really knew why she had that name. she came aboard with it, insisiting that everybody only ever call her that, unless it was the Captain. She was beautiful but rough-edged. She had a strong, graceful jawline and used her mouth well when it came to words. Her skin had an amazing tone of brown and it shone. She appeared kind but she was ruthless. When she was angry no one stood in her way. She had long ringlets of dark blonde hair and icy light blue eyes. She was tall, 18 years old and built strong inside and out, yet she looked delicate and slim. Although the boys of the ship had sailed years with her, they were still amazed at her shocking beauty and how definate she was. She walked toward Shiner and leaned forward with her arms supporting her. Shiner turned his head sideways to look at her and watched her. If there was anyone on the ship that loved her the most, it was he. He had been thinking since they started this trip, maybe once they got to land, he and Spiker could spend some "quality* time together. He never seemed to lose that dream of having her to himself. He suddnely felt a rush of determination and thought to maybe give it a try.
"Spiker..I was wondering," He began, but Spiker interupted him.
"Shiner, if you think for one minute that you'll get anything from me, you're better off walkin' da plank." She stood still, eyes closed with no expression upon her face. She was used to Shiner asking her for "favors". She knew how he felt, but she loved to torture him. He had no idea. The breeze was blowing her ringlets against her face but she took no effort in preventing this. Shiner didn't like to admit it, but he knew that she had more power over him then anyone else. When it came to Spiker, he was a softie. Whereas with the rest of the crew, not including the Captain, he spared no emotion. Being the Captain's right hand man gave him the closest responsibilty to being headhancho. If there was one love interest that she and Shiner had in common, if at all, it was that they both loved the sea. They had both spent many years over the sea, plundering and swashbuckling.
Spiker turned to look at him as he stared, and as soon as those icicles met his eyes, he wipped his head around. To seem as if he hadn't been entranced, he quickly walked away and started yelling at one of the little cabin boys who had just snunk a biscuit from the breakfast tray. Spiker laughed to herself, knowingly. She was nobody's but her own and she denied this would ever change. She gave the impression of independence and no one could ignore it.
She tugged a rope hanging from the rigging and swung her way over to the steps to the top deck. The Captain was standing at the front with his telescope to his eye. The funny thing about this man was that he was the only male upon the ship that had any control over Spiker. She respected him, but only as long as he respected her. The Captain wasn't much of an impatient man so he let her have her way and agreed on certain terms as long as she obedied his orders. He turned around at the sound of her boots on the deck landing, and smiled.
"Good morning, Sophie." He said, turning back to his telescope. She didn't like much being called by her actual name, but being in a good mood, she let this pass.
"Ello', Capn." She answered, coming to his side.
"How goes you?" He asked, closing his telescope. She looked him in the eyes and smiled.
"Just fine, yourself?" She answered. He nodded and said, "The same." They both went silent and were gazing out at the waves below the ship when he started speaking again, "Sophie, you recall what I told you the night before?"
"Yes sir." She replied, thinking back to their late night talk the other day.