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piratejournal2013-10-23 01:02 pm
thetruehistorian) wrote in piratejournal2013-10-23 01:02 pm
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Ghost Ships Off the Port Bow! [Voice/Action]
[A deep, mournful bell rings through the journals, low pitched and somber, in a slow two-count cadence. When she finally speaks, Robin's voice is full of wonder.]
It's early afternoon, October twenty-third. As others have reported, the sun has yet to rise. The full moon hangs close to the sea, orange as an autumn leaf, and dense fog shrouds the surface of the ocean. Visibility is, obviously, limited. A short time ago this bell began ringing, and now it appears there is another ship coming toward Milly-go. Ah! It's in range.
[There are a few moments of silence from the archaeologist, broken only by the sound of the bells getting louder as if they are coming closer. Then they stop.]
There are people on board the ship, it seems...
[Robin's voice sounds distant, not physically, but as if her mind were elsewhere.]
They're... they're zombies! Dead, but still moving, their bodies in tatters! They don't seem concerned with the presence of the living, but that may be because-
Wait. One took notice. Its eyes glow like dying embers.
[In the distance- a physical distance, this time, Robin's voice can be heard: "No! Stay back! Don't-!" Nearer the journal, she gasps deep, or perhaps chokes. There's a crash as the journal falls from her hands.]
[A few minutes later, a shorter voice post comes through. Her voice is raspy- or perhaps husky. Maybe both.]
S- Sanji-kun. I'm hungry...
It's early afternoon, October twenty-third. As others have reported, the sun has yet to rise. The full moon hangs close to the sea, orange as an autumn leaf, and dense fog shrouds the surface of the ocean. Visibility is, obviously, limited. A short time ago this bell began ringing, and now it appears there is another ship coming toward Milly-go. Ah! It's in range.
[There are a few moments of silence from the archaeologist, broken only by the sound of the bells getting louder as if they are coming closer. Then they stop.]
There are people on board the ship, it seems...
[Robin's voice sounds distant, not physically, but as if her mind were elsewhere.]
They're... they're zombies! Dead, but still moving, their bodies in tatters! They don't seem concerned with the presence of the living, but that may be because-
Wait. One took notice. Its eyes glow like dying embers.
[In the distance- a physical distance, this time, Robin's voice can be heard: "No! Stay back! Don't-!" Nearer the journal, she gasps deep, or perhaps chokes. There's a crash as the journal falls from her hands.]
[A few minutes later, a shorter voice post comes through. Her voice is raspy- or perhaps husky. Maybe both.]
S- Sanji-kun. I'm hungry...