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fandomhigh2018-07-26 03:05 pm
doesnotkneel) wrote in fandomhigh2018-07-26 03:05 pm
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Swashbucklin'!, Thursday
It was a bedraggled-looking Edward who met them at the Danger Shop that morning, offering no apologies for his absence last week (hangover), but wielding a tired smirk none the less.
"Right, I'd rather do this outside, but unfortunately, we're a bit low on galleons 'round this island," he said. "Now I stole my ship, the Jackdaw, from a Spanish fleet shortly before I came here. The wind was whipping about, and I was stuck in the hold. But my friend Adé, he concocted a plan: he used the oatmeal we'd been given for our breakfast to loosen up the shackles that bound us together."
He punched a button, and the Danger Shop morphed itself into a ship around them - another not far away from them.
"Together, we managed to give them the slip," he said. "We freed a few more good men and escaped our prison. Then we entered the next ship, subdued those aboard," 'subdued' being the PG-13 version of what they did, here, "and took the vessel for our own. We were lucky: a storm was comin' and sank the rest of the fleet before they could tell we'd scarpered."
That smirk was looking a bit less tired, now.
"So today, we're practicing how to enter a ship and take it for yourself," he said. "I want you all to work together, now, aye? Take a cutlass and a gun and hop aboard - or offer covering fire with the cannons."
A beat.
"We'll see how you lot did next week."
"Right, I'd rather do this outside, but unfortunately, we're a bit low on galleons 'round this island," he said. "Now I stole my ship, the Jackdaw, from a Spanish fleet shortly before I came here. The wind was whipping about, and I was stuck in the hold. But my friend Adé, he concocted a plan: he used the oatmeal we'd been given for our breakfast to loosen up the shackles that bound us together."
He punched a button, and the Danger Shop morphed itself into a ship around them - another not far away from them.
"Together, we managed to give them the slip," he said. "We freed a few more good men and escaped our prison. Then we entered the next ship, subdued those aboard," 'subdued' being the PG-13 version of what they did, here, "and took the vessel for our own. We were lucky: a storm was comin' and sank the rest of the fleet before they could tell we'd scarpered."
That smirk was looking a bit less tired, now.
"So today, we're practicing how to enter a ship and take it for yourself," he said. "I want you all to work together, now, aye? Take a cutlass and a gun and hop aboard - or offer covering fire with the cannons."
A beat.
"We'll see how you lot did next week."
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Oatmeal! To get out of shackles! Fascinated, Sidon tried his best to imagine how that would even work, and, when he failed, he had to laugh, resolving that he's simply have to test it out for himself.
So that should be fun for anyone in the fourth floor common room when he enacted that experiment.
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