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| Ten Little Pirates | |
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| Edward A. Wolfram | Tue Apr 20, 2010 12:44 am Post #1 |
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The Taras Docks. They were not what they used to be; everything had been lessened to bare bones, soldiers had been posted abundantly, and even ships seemed less frequent here than before. The few inns still running were of low quality, rats and roaches scurrying to finish whatever the patrons didn't hastily shove down their throats. It was... filthy here. Still, curiousity was as curiousity did, and it had some of the most amazing people you could find all clumped together. Pirates. Scoundrels. Big burly men with bigger voices and strong backs. Bandanas, earrings, little to no social ettiquette and yet still they saw held the rapt fantasies of any but the guard paid to kill them on sight. Wolfram did not quite understand their allure; perhaps it was the fact they had so sunk to self indulgence, sacrificing all the pride and dignity learned and practised by the rest of society? Well. Society was a funny word, as well. Perhaps 'the common folk' was a better example of how different pirates really were. Wolfram stood near the docks, soldiers occasionally giving him wary glances and a few approaching and asking if he had business -- he did not look like the sea-faring type, after all; his response was a polite smile and 'no'. He was here for the pirates. |
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