Post by temporal on Apr 2, 2009 23:31:06 GMT -6
the mist, with it's two unwilling crew members below deck, sailed through the wide open ocean. Pirate lord Empoleon, in his cabin, invited his first and second mates in. Empoleon's cabin was big, roomy, and warm, painted a rich, creamy blue, unlike the crew quarters, which was cold, small, grey, and rat-infested. Empoleon sat at a table, a cup of rum in front of him. "i'd like to thank you two. you've been loyal sea dogs through the years. you lazy bums almost make me proud." Chatt and Four Arms beamed. coming from the insulting, incrediably violent and vicious pirate lord Empoleon, that was prase. "don't you dare grin at me. don't make me rearrange your faces." the smiles faded. "i've named you two as my successors. the paperwork is right here." Empoleon slid a peice of paper across the table. two dotted lines were drawn under Empoleon's own signature. a pen rested in the middle of the paper. "thank you captain." Chatt said, feeling faint. Four Arms stared at the paper in disbeleaf. tentivly Four Arms reached down with is bottom right hand and signed his name, James Smith. Chatt signed his name afterward, using his beak. Empoleon looked without emotion. "disgraceful. you need to work on your hand writing." he said to Chatt. "only one of you may become pirate lord, but we'll work that out later." Empoleon rolled up the paper, put a bit of sealing wax on it, and put it into a plastic tube. he put it under his hammock. "well? what are you bastards doing here? get to work!"
