Moonlight Lagoon

[Christine]

Enjoying the sun and water as much as I can before going to work....*sigh*

[privateer]

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.

[Black Syren]

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..

[William Brand]

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.

[Christine]

*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*

[William Brand]

Falls off of the rocks.

[Christine]

*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?"

[William Brand]

Yes. Yes I am.

(the grin of a practiced scoundrel spreads across a dripping face)

Yes I am.

[Christine]

*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!

[William Brand]

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!

[Christine]

*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*

[Merrydeath]

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..

[Christine]

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.

[Merrydeath]

someday, Christine, but you deserve a nice rogue, willing to be with and only you.. hugs.

[Capt. Morgan]

*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...*

[Christine]

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.

[Scupper]

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!

[Christine]

Even tho this topic is meant as an escape, we also do need to eat. So I say, let's have a barbecue!

[Master Sully]

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!"

[Christine]

LOL! Scupper and Merry, wanna help me dig a pit?

[Master Sully]

"I guess I'll be digging the hole myself." "Christine, would you be a doll, and round up some rocks and palm fronds."

[Christine]

Sure thing! Be back soon.

[Merrydeath]

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.

[Master Sully]

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!

[Christine]

*pulling along a little cart filled with rocks and palm fronds, comes up to the group* Alrighty, let's get this pig roasting!