Christine Posted August 19, 2004 Author Share Posted August 19, 2004 Enjoying the sun and water as much as I can before going to work....*sigh* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
privateer Posted August 20, 2004 Share Posted August 20, 2004 there's that cursed w word again. *throws back on the shirt and pants, toss' the cape over the shoulder and heads for the bar. * see ya all at the pub later. If not, I'll be back for the sunset. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Syren Posted August 20, 2004 Share Posted August 20, 2004 all alone on the beach and away from the others who were at the hidden lagoon..She stood and slowly raised her arms and begin to belly dance upon the beach..Her hair flowed wildly about her writhing frame. Paying homage to the sea of course..Then panting from her exertions she stepped playfully into the frothy sea and playfully splashed in the waters.. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/Dara286/trident01-11.png If you got a dream chase it, cause a dream won't chase you back...(Cody Johnson Till you Can't) Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted August 20, 2004 Share Posted August 20, 2004 He wanders down the beach with his boots carried in one hand and a blue glass bottle in the other. He sings snatches of sea shanties and walks with no apparent care for progress or destination. He wanders further and further into the shallows, wandering in and out of tidal eddies and small surf carved pools. He makes note of the monochromatic blue that has overcome the world and more than once he turns his head up to admire Luna. He watches the gathering crowd at a distance and smiles at the voices he recognizes over the water. He turns a seashell over with one toe and considers its worth before making his way to the rocks. He steps up to a sizeable stone and steps aboard the black surface. He surveys the cove, treelines and the lagoon. He makes note of those ships off shore, barely seen in outline. Only their watch lamps blinking. He considers the tin whistle in his coat, but chooses to hum and lay there upon the rocks. He smiles to himself at the not unwelcome heat of the day still contained in the rocks. He is glad that the night air has not leached it all out of them. He dozes once, twice and then three times. A sound both alien and familiar comes inland then. A whale has chosen to sing and no one can prefer sleep to that symphony. No one. He enjoys it undisturbed except for those laughs which carry from the beach. And since these bother him not at all, he drinks and hums. Aye. Drinks and hums. Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 20, 2004 Author Share Posted August 20, 2004 *walks towards the water wearing a sarong and tank top, barefoot* Ah *sigh* I need a dip in the water, long day today. *slips off sarong, bikini bottom underneath and moves into the water* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted August 20, 2004 Share Posted August 20, 2004 Falls off of the rocks. Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 20, 2004 Author Share Posted August 20, 2004 *Hears the splash behind her and sees that Wil has fallen in. swims towards him to see if he's okay* "Wil, William! Are you okay?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted August 20, 2004 Share Posted August 20, 2004 Yes. Yes I am. (the grin of a practiced scoundrel spreads across a dripping face) Yes I am. Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 20, 2004 Author Share Posted August 20, 2004 *sees him smiling and grinning pretty broadly. looks down and remembers wearing a white tank top. gives him a light shove.* You turd! LOL! Ah, well, you're here now, let's swim! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted August 20, 2004 Share Posted August 20, 2004 Throws off his coat and proves yet again that man be not intended for the water. I be a graceless swimmer, but I can tred water for hours! Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 20, 2004 Author Share Posted August 20, 2004 *after swimming around a bit, heads off to the side and gets out. picks up the sarong, but only holds it for now. too wet to wear it.* I'm going to walk along the beach. Tis a lovely night. You can join me if you want. *smiles brightly* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Merrydeath Posted August 20, 2004 Share Posted August 20, 2004 There is a little alcove built into the hillside, just enough to make a quiet place. Merry and Scupp are there, talking and kissing as loves do. The night sky is a dusky blue, like a well-worn pair of jeans. It surrounds them and warms them, holds them gently in an embrace. The tinkle of glasses and laugther is heard, murmers and silence, splashng as they walk in the water. A night meant for love, for trying out new smiles, old ideas, and soft words for the other. His hand is in hers, her heart is in his his. Two faiths in one.. Pirate Lass with sass, brass, a cutlass, an a nice *ss. Capt of the FOOLS GOLD PIRATES BLAST BREAST CANCER! GET A MAMMOGRAM AND SAVE YOUR TREASURED CHEST: http://www.myspace.c...iratesthinkpink http://www.myspace.c...oolsgoldpirates CAPT OF THE ONLY PYRITE SHIP AFLOAT: THE FOOL'S GOLD- look for us and Captain Merrydeath on facebook! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 21, 2004 Author Share Posted August 21, 2004 Walks along the beach as the sun is setting. Stops at one point and sits down in the sand. The water comes up just far enough to touch my toes. Gazes out at the sea with a long sigh. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Merrydeath Posted August 21, 2004 Share Posted August 21, 2004 someday, Christine, but you deserve a nice rogue, willing to be with and only you.. hugs. Pirate Lass with sass, brass, a cutlass, an a nice *ss. Capt of the FOOLS GOLD PIRATES BLAST BREAST CANCER! GET A MAMMOGRAM AND SAVE YOUR TREASURED CHEST: http://www.myspace.c...iratesthinkpink http://www.myspace.c...oolsgoldpirates CAPT OF THE ONLY PYRITE SHIP AFLOAT: THE FOOL'S GOLD- look for us and Captain Merrydeath on facebook! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt. Morgan Posted August 21, 2004 Share Posted August 21, 2004 *As the warm rays of the setting sun reflect off of the tranquil waters of the ocean, nothing is stirring. As if on signal, just as the last rays of the sun sink below the horizon, and the air feels noticibly cooler, something stirs beneath the surf. A dark form surfaces, its head just peeking above the waves. Ah! It is Capt. Morgan, come to see what is happening on this lovely stretch of pristine beach. Seeing the coast is clear, Morgan rises from the waters, and removes his wet-suit, revealing a t-shirt and beach shorts. He pulls a towel from the waterproof pack on his back, and lays on the beach, smelling the salty air and relaxing...* Touche' Ship's Marksman & Crab Fiend Pyrates of the Coast "All the skill in the world goes out the window if an angel pisses in the flintlock of your musket." "Florida points like a guiding thumb, To the southern isles of rumba and rum, To the mystery cities and haunted seas, Of the Spanish Main and the Caribbees..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 22, 2004 Author Share Posted August 22, 2004 Ah, Merry *hugs back* I'm not too worried about that tho, whatever happens, happens. In the real life I went to the beach today, woo-hoo! So now, in my tanquil cyber beach, I'm heading for the water to swim a little. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scupper Posted August 22, 2004 Share Posted August 22, 2004 I convort in the surf with me merry love. kissing, hugging, touching (woohoo!) I mean caressing. I know. We need a pirate beach barbecue and bonfire! "That's the navy for you. Rum in the scuppers today. Blood in the scuppers tomorrow."Thrist is a shameless disease. So here's to a shameful cure!"Loyalty, honesty and directness are traits I admire. Insecurity, snipes and disrespect I will not tolerate in the least." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 22, 2004 Author Share Posted August 22, 2004 Even tho this topic is meant as an escape, we also do need to eat. So I say, let's have a barbecue! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Master Sully Posted August 22, 2004 Share Posted August 22, 2004 Awakening from a long peacefull nap under the palms, Studely jumps to his feet and runs into the woods. A shot is heard and he returns with a wild pig over his shoulder."Someone start digging a pit, it's time for a BBQ!" "Remember, on a pirate ship, in pirate waters, in a pirate world, ask no questions. Believe only what you see. No, believe half of what you see."... Burt Lancaster DUM SPIRO SPERO... WHILE I BREATH, I HOPE Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 22, 2004 Author Share Posted August 22, 2004 LOL! Scupper and Merry, wanna help me dig a pit? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Master Sully Posted August 22, 2004 Share Posted August 22, 2004 "I guess I'll be digging the hole myself." "Christine, would you be a doll, and round up some rocks and palm fronds." "Remember, on a pirate ship, in pirate waters, in a pirate world, ask no questions. Believe only what you see. No, believe half of what you see."... Burt Lancaster DUM SPIRO SPERO... WHILE I BREATH, I HOPE Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 22, 2004 Author Share Posted August 22, 2004 Sure thing! Be back soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Merrydeath Posted August 22, 2004 Share Posted August 22, 2004 a last kiss, a quick dry off (caresssing!! woohooo) and Merry and Scupp start digging a hole for the porker. Sand flies everywhere. When its deep enough, they line it with rocks and palm fronds. With all that work comes a big thirst, so they pop open a keg of guinness. They find some small fruit trees and add it as a marinade to the pork, and for eating. Pirate Lass with sass, brass, a cutlass, an a nice *ss. Capt of the FOOLS GOLD PIRATES BLAST BREAST CANCER! GET A MAMMOGRAM AND SAVE YOUR TREASURED CHEST: http://www.myspace.c...iratesthinkpink http://www.myspace.c...oolsgoldpirates CAPT OF THE ONLY PYRITE SHIP AFLOAT: THE FOOL'S GOLD- look for us and Captain Merrydeath on facebook! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Master Sully Posted August 22, 2004 Share Posted August 22, 2004 Alright! Now we got's us a cook-out! What do you say we make this "surf & turf night" ? I'll go find some clams & oysters to steam open. That porker is gonna take a while to cook and I'm hungry! "Remember, on a pirate ship, in pirate waters, in a pirate world, ask no questions. Believe only what you see. No, believe half of what you see."... Burt Lancaster DUM SPIRO SPERO... WHILE I BREATH, I HOPE Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 22, 2004 Author Share Posted August 22, 2004 *pulling along a little cart filled with rocks and palm fronds, comes up to the group* Alrighty, let's get this pig roasting! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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