07-15-2018, 10:07 AM
"aaahoYYY THEREE!! IS THIS THE SUPPOSED LAND OF TRUE PIRATES?!" a voice had rung throughout the entrance of what he assumed to be the main entrance. that they can't believe that they actually had to go across this long strip of land for so long, that they've actually gotten their feet wet, and of course, their pelt in the sides wet with both water and the mud from going across the railroad tracks in a running motion. they had been panting by the time they reached the place they assumed to be the main entrance of where the supposed "pirates" lived. they had finally arrived in the place that they would call their permanent home, and they were overcome with much excitement as to meeting numerous mates that claim to be pirates alongside swashbuckler, who had traversed far and long to arrive to such a destination they call "The Typhoon".
shout as they might, swashie could not spot a single soul coming up to them, and being young as they are, swashie could not wait any longer- not after travelling a path that was half-sunken in water, forcing him to wade through that water and get his clean fur wet and dirty. frustrated and impatient, the black-furred feline would have absolutely trespassed the territory over the sake of joining, since they couldn't possibly wait for that long- could they? but just about they were about to engage in such a plan, he spotted the bells- bells that could surely reach further than their own voice would, if they were to combine it alongside their shouting. smirking, and eager, he used one paw to ring over the bells insistently, and yelled at the top of his lungs again.
"aaahoYYYYYYYYYYYY THEREE!! IS THIS THE SUPPOSED LAND OF TRUE PIRATES?!!!!" they inhaled and exhaled most of the air in his lungs with his screaming, ringing the bells insistently in an attempt to attract anyone who would take him to the land of pirates. In retrospect, it was a good plan, the best plan. At least, from what they thought at the time. Swashie would sooner get some pirate to alive, and he can finally join his people-
but that was, right until, hissing noises came from a basket, and what swashie thought were thick noodles came out, hissing loudly at him, striking rapidly. "farrgin' Davy Jones' locker! get away from me ye bastards! ye unholy devils!" they cried out, adrenaline rushing through his veins over the hissing vipers, growling and hissing back, and retreating a few steps forward. they were not ready for this- not they thought it was a pretty cool challenge for any lads and lassies that dare come and join with a pirate's crew. it was a life of danger, and they damn signed up for it, and therefore, danger was something swashbuckler was born for, especially in their wish as a life of a pirate. yet, here they were, and they lowered their expectations. loud mutters of cursing were words he directed to the thick noodley things with fangs, and despite the fear of losing their life before ever becoming a part of a true pirate's crew, they stood their ground. if they were not to be able to pass this, then definitely, they would never become the true pirate that they wish for.
shout as they might, swashie could not spot a single soul coming up to them, and being young as they are, swashie could not wait any longer- not after travelling a path that was half-sunken in water, forcing him to wade through that water and get his clean fur wet and dirty. frustrated and impatient, the black-furred feline would have absolutely trespassed the territory over the sake of joining, since they couldn't possibly wait for that long- could they? but just about they were about to engage in such a plan, he spotted the bells- bells that could surely reach further than their own voice would, if they were to combine it alongside their shouting. smirking, and eager, he used one paw to ring over the bells insistently, and yelled at the top of his lungs again.
"aaahoYYYYYYYYYYYY THEREE!! IS THIS THE SUPPOSED LAND OF TRUE PIRATES?!!!!" they inhaled and exhaled most of the air in his lungs with his screaming, ringing the bells insistently in an attempt to attract anyone who would take him to the land of pirates. In retrospect, it was a good plan, the best plan. At least, from what they thought at the time. Swashie would sooner get some pirate to alive, and he can finally join his people-
but that was, right until, hissing noises came from a basket, and what swashie thought were thick noodles came out, hissing loudly at him, striking rapidly. "farrgin' Davy Jones' locker! get away from me ye bastards! ye unholy devils!" they cried out, adrenaline rushing through his veins over the hissing vipers, growling and hissing back, and retreating a few steps forward. they were not ready for this- not they thought it was a pretty cool challenge for any lads and lassies that dare come and join with a pirate's crew. it was a life of danger, and they damn signed up for it, and therefore, danger was something swashbuckler was born for, especially in their wish as a life of a pirate. yet, here they were, and they lowered their expectations. loud mutters of cursing were words he directed to the thick noodley things with fangs, and despite the fear of losing their life before ever becoming a part of a true pirate's crew, they stood their ground. if they were not to be able to pass this, then definitely, they would never become the true pirate that they wish for.
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