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fandomhigh2021-05-10 04:19 pm
doesnotkneel) wrote in fandomhigh2021-05-10 04:19 pm
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Pirating! How To Get Stuff And Sail Good Doing It
Hello, class! Neither of your teachers had actually applied to teach this class, but Edward, at least, didn't seem particularly fussed about it. Beyond the bit where they were in a classroom, when this class was clearly a better fit for running about outside causing trouble.
"Morning, lads," he called, his voice filling the room. "And welcome to 'Pirating'. Some sad old scholar will likely tell you that that ain't a word. Ignore them. Rule number one of piracy is: we do as we want and become who we like! Regardless of classroom conventions and dictionaries and all that rot!"
He stomped his foot once, smirking, and called, "My name is Edward Kenway, captain of the Jackdaw. Though if you ask the English, I've many a different name, and few of them flattering."
Well. Duke could at least agree with that rule. Though he was a bit distracted side-eying the class roster.
Specifically the two cops on said roster.
“And I’m just Duke,” he said, lifting his hand in a little wave. At least with Edward here he didn’t feel the need to do his own pirate-y accent.
Eh, if the two cops decided to make trouble, Edward would know how to deal with them. (And his accent wasn't piratey, bloody hell. He was Welsh, thank you very much.)
"Myself and my new compatriot here will be teaching you all about the ways of the pirate this semester, as ordained by the school moose," said Edward, all grins. "From climbing the rigging all the way to cuttin' off noses where necessary. Now, I'm afraid I haven't been on this island in some time, and so do not recognize your faces. Would you care for an introduction of your own?"
“That had better be hyperbole.” Duke rubbed the bridge of his nose and wondered what the hell the moose had gotten him into now.
“Introductions,” he agreed. “A first week tradition. Tell us, uh. Your name and what kind of pirate-y thing you want to learn.”
"Pirate-y," Edward concluded, "Is hereby declared a word, as well."
Oh, this would be fun.
"Morning, lads," he called, his voice filling the room. "And welcome to 'Pirating'. Some sad old scholar will likely tell you that that ain't a word. Ignore them. Rule number one of piracy is: we do as we want and become who we like! Regardless of classroom conventions and dictionaries and all that rot!"
He stomped his foot once, smirking, and called, "My name is Edward Kenway, captain of the Jackdaw. Though if you ask the English, I've many a different name, and few of them flattering."
Well. Duke could at least agree with that rule. Though he was a bit distracted side-eying the class roster.
Specifically the two cops on said roster.
“And I’m just Duke,” he said, lifting his hand in a little wave. At least with Edward here he didn’t feel the need to do his own pirate-y accent.
Eh, if the two cops decided to make trouble, Edward would know how to deal with them. (And his accent wasn't piratey, bloody hell. He was Welsh, thank you very much.)
"Myself and my new compatriot here will be teaching you all about the ways of the pirate this semester, as ordained by the school moose," said Edward, all grins. "From climbing the rigging all the way to cuttin' off noses where necessary. Now, I'm afraid I haven't been on this island in some time, and so do not recognize your faces. Would you care for an introduction of your own?"
“That had better be hyperbole.” Duke rubbed the bridge of his nose and wondered what the hell the moose had gotten him into now.
“Introductions,” he agreed. “A first week tradition. Tell us, uh. Your name and what kind of pirate-y thing you want to learn.”
"Pirate-y," Edward concluded, "Is hereby declared a word, as well."
Oh, this would be fun.
OOC