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fandomtownies2008-09-04 02:10 pm
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The docks [afternoon]
Barbossa's boots rang out on the wooden planks as he tied up his totally legitimately acquired, for real yacht. "I be hearin' o' isles that ye can only find if ye know where it be t' begin wit'," he grumbled, "but I ne'er be hearin' o' one that be movin' on ye!"
He stomped down on the dock again. "Ye were supposed t' be in Virginia!"
He took a swig from his bottle--the ground was always far too steady after months spent at sea--and tottered off towards the radio station.
[OOC: He's baaaack.]
He stomped down on the dock again. "Ye were supposed t' be in Virginia!"
He took a swig from his bottle--the ground was always far too steady after months spent at sea--and tottered off towards the radio station.
[OOC: He's baaaack.]