Careful, lads. Bone reefs, if'n ye believe such tales, be made from the bones o' dragons what died of old age. They be magickal dead zones; no tellin' what we might be findin'.
The Danse Macabre Codex^^Discovering what happened to my parents' ship? However cliche it sounds, I washed up on shore and met the captain in that small tavern. I came back to this island to find out what could've cost me my parents. But even if I don't find out, I want something to take my vengeance out on.
Yes captain. So, how much wood should we take?
edited 28th Jun '10 6:00:44 PM by Keybreak
You gotta believe me when I scare you away, all that I wish for is that you would stayEnough fer a mast, fer starters... Let's be takin' a half-dozen to be safe, that should be enough fer two if'n things get nasty.
The Danse Macabre Codex-studies the corpse grimly- I concur with yer sentiment, Revolver. Well, no point delayin', then. -hefts a small axe and begins chopping- Let's get to work!
The Danse Macabre CodexOur mast broke, an' we be gatherin' wood to repair it.
-fells another tree, and jumps back when a spider the size of a St. Bernard falls out of the tree- Blisterin' barnacles!
The Danse Macabre Codex-Drawing his cutlass- Form up, lads! They be hideous, but we be the greater threat!
The Danse Macabre Codex-cleaves one spider in twain-
Numbers be irrelevant! Let the buggers come, one at a time or all at once; Ah don't give a damn. None shall pass!
-shoots another spider in the eye-
edited 28th Jun '10 6:29:44 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex-skewers another spider- Hold the line, lads! If the buggers see that they be losin' too many, they'll leave us be!
Gunners, load cannons!
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Alright, lads, let's go get us some wood! -leaps over the side of the ship- Gads, but the water be cold here. Never did like bone reefs...
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