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fandomtownies2009-02-25 05:45 pm
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The docks [sundown]
Okay, so it had taken him a few days to realize that the radio staff wasn't broadcasting from the radio station.
They'll all gone on a ship, and left him, Captain Barbossa, behind on dry land.
This was the last straw.
"This be the last straw," he had informed the squirrels as he tossed the important things (clothing, rum, his pistol, every Taylor Swift CD he could find so he could dump them into the deepest part of the ocean...) into his sea bag. "I be a landlubber too long! I be needin' the wind in me hair, the salt on me face, the wenches who be appreciatin' me!"
That last one might be a tall order, but Barbossa was an optimist. And so, with a long parade of madly sobbing squirrels (they couldn't actually cry, but figured the pirate would enjoy the dramatics), he made his way back to the yacht he'dstolen completely legitimately acquired and stood proudly upon the deck.
"Me furry mateys," he said, waving his hat in the air, "'tis time for me to leave this wretched isle full of teenagers 'n find me way back t' the sea! T' pillage 'n plunder 'n not give a hoot! Fer now, I be leavin' the station in yer capable han--paws! Go out 'n impress yerself a new boss when ye get around to it!"
He meant the word "impress" in its 18th Century definition, naturally.
One of the squirrels began waving a white (well, white-ish. She'd acquired it from Barbossa's wardrobe) handkerchief.
He nodded his head at her, then fired up the yacht's engine. "Bring me that horizon!" he cried as he pulled out of the harbor. He'd stolen Jack Sparrow's ship twice. He had no problem stealing his catchphrase as well.
[OOC: And that's it for 'bossa! Thank you all for making him so much fun to keep around for (zomg) three and a half years!]
They'll all gone on a ship, and left him, Captain Barbossa, behind on dry land.
This was the last straw.
"This be the last straw," he had informed the squirrels as he tossed the important things (clothing, rum, his pistol, every Taylor Swift CD he could find so he could dump them into the deepest part of the ocean...) into his sea bag. "I be a landlubber too long! I be needin' the wind in me hair, the salt on me face, the wenches who be appreciatin' me!"
That last one might be a tall order, but Barbossa was an optimist. And so, with a long parade of madly sobbing squirrels (they couldn't actually cry, but figured the pirate would enjoy the dramatics), he made his way back to the yacht he'd
"Me furry mateys," he said, waving his hat in the air, "'tis time for me to leave this wretched isle full of teenagers 'n find me way back t' the sea! T' pillage 'n plunder 'n not give a hoot! Fer now, I be leavin' the station in yer capable han--paws! Go out 'n impress yerself a new boss when ye get around to it!"
He meant the word "impress" in its 18th Century definition, naturally.
One of the squirrels began waving a white (well, white-ish. She'd acquired it from Barbossa's wardrobe) handkerchief.
He nodded his head at her, then fired up the yacht's engine. "Bring me that horizon!" he cried as he pulled out of the harbor. He'd stolen Jack Sparrow's ship twice. He had no problem stealing his catchphrase as well.
[OOC: And that's it for 'bossa! Thank you all for making him so much fun to keep around for (zomg) three and a half years!]