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piratejournal2014-12-03 04:37 am
fierybluebird) wrote in piratejournal2014-12-03 04:37 am
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As Captain // Voice
Since you lot of scalliwags were actually crazy enough to elect me as captain, the first order of business is a drinking and coloring contest. No, I'm not joking. All pictures will be judged by the wide audience network on the journals. They must be colorful, because everything is better with sparkles.
Second order is Thatch is in charge of booty patrol. No, not treasure. Booty.
Third is Sunshine gets to do whatever she wants. Promotion to Princess of Universe, yoi.
Fourth is whoever makes Ikki smile first -- genuine smile, not pushing his cheeks back which I don't recommend or he might bite you, gets a fifty dub reward.
Speaking of which, we are actually going to do something to make money now, now just sit around spending it all the damn time. I swear Ace and Pops go through gold like it's sake. You can all suggest anything you'd like, or blatantly refuse to do, but if the ideas aren't fun, I'll just take the booty patrol out and have them work it. [What the fuck does that mean? No. No. Don't ask.]
And lastly now that I have the journal's attention, [And to much surprise and irony, Marco's tone finally shifts out of his eternal damnable deadpan to something almost smooth and amused. This can't be good.] I'd like to speak with a certain gorgeous redhead and anyone else interested in pirate alliances between crews, eh?
[Oh and if you thought he was done? No. He submits the first coloring entry.... because of course he does.]
[Well you must admit it is.... colorful.]
Second order is Thatch is in charge of booty patrol. No, not treasure. Booty.
Third is Sunshine gets to do whatever she wants. Promotion to Princess of Universe, yoi.
Fourth is whoever makes Ikki smile first -- genuine smile, not pushing his cheeks back which I don't recommend or he might bite you, gets a fifty dub reward.
Speaking of which, we are actually going to do something to make money now, now just sit around spending it all the damn time. I swear Ace and Pops go through gold like it's sake. You can all suggest anything you'd like, or blatantly refuse to do, but if the ideas aren't fun, I'll just take the booty patrol out and have them work it. [What the fuck does that mean? No. No. Don't ask.]
And lastly now that I have the journal's attention, [And to much surprise and irony, Marco's tone finally shifts out of his eternal damnable deadpan to something almost smooth and amused. This can't be good.] I'd like to speak with a certain gorgeous redhead and anyone else interested in pirate alliances between crews, eh?
[Oh and if you thought he was done? No. He submits the first coloring entry.... because of course he does.]
[Well you must admit it is.... colorful.]
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Namur says I gotta love everyonna these bastards as family even if they're probably going to leave because of "conflicts".
[he doesn't do the airquotes but you can tell they're there]
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Nay. You can't force love, eh. This time let me be the more reckless one. You just be my first mate. I accidentally got rid of Lea before, now you can be the one scaring off the weak, eh? [Pet pet.]
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You'll do what you do, eh. But it'll be my fault for letting it happen. [More pets for Thatch.]
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Though that thought hurts and he curls Marco a bit tighter. He hates all this so much, birdie. He needsa...distraction. Something to make it...ease]
I gotta color somethin' right? [help him out]
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Make it pretty, yoi. And I will add sparkles for you, but don't tell the others.
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What does it look like? Where they're resting?
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Big white sandy beach with way too much meat and pina coladas everywhere, yoi. And lots of pretty ladies in bikinis getting suntans, and wearing leopard print stockings to keep their thighs white.
And I'd keep stealing your smokes until you sucked on something I don't want, eh. And there's nothing to do but listen to steel drums, and palm trees swaying in the breeze, and all the girls dancing to the music. And to get roaringly drunk, and have campfires and tell ghost stories.
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Let's do it. White thighs and all. [slides his hand down and squeezes Marco's inner thigh like the raging pervert that he is]
Celebrate his life. On his birthday, aye? Just... watch the fire go. [squeeze squeeze] Promise you'll wear the stockings.
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But you have to wear the beads.
And someone else has to dress up with me.
Maybe Selphie.
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Just...give him a minute.]
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I love you, yoi.
[Because distracting Thatch with more adoration than he can even handle is Marco's plan.]
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'N you're mine forever, got it, chicken?
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Should I be looking forward to that so much?
[Marco, you cuckolded bastard, stop enjoying it.]
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Did you know I actually kissed her last Christmas? She also has a pair of my boxers as a trophy, yoi.
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[the drink is leaving him and leaving him drowsy but he'll stay in Marco's arms as long as he can]
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[Pets and whistles him a lullabye to go to sleep.]
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