Post by Jarrod Baker on Jul 26, 2009 0:48:09 GMT -5
Jack Dancer: Lucy, ye among t' living?
His comrade, sister, first matey snored in response. The two had currently took a stab at WCF, a wrestling promotion, in hopes to gain a popular image if their rival Blackface Herk wanted to track them down he'd have a head start. Things didn't get so skippy. Their first official match ended in ruins when Lucy talked Jack into preshow boozing, only at the time it was a good idea, they had both believed in the strong might of grog. After the match the two wander off in search for gold coin payment from the company's owner.. not having any luck receiving such payment, the duo footed off to do what pirates do; raid ships. Modern day allowed them to do no such thing, you see, in their time they fell asleep behind the wheel of they ship and ended up in the year 2009 on the side of a sidewalk... their story.
Jack Dancer: T'tell me just where we 'ar?
Anyway, to make a long story short they found a canoe and a lake. Homemade grog was brewed. Cap' Jack nudged his matey, Lucy Dancer. She burped a vicious aroma of watered down beer and rolled over ignoring the buggy pirate.
Jack Dancer: Wer' shot north, aye suspect.
Checking his surroundings with a lick of his index finger and a feel of the wind. The small canoe they drunkenly found abandoned the night before at shore didn't provide a whole lot of room for a thirty sixty view. The empty jars of booze and plastic swords cluttered the canoe deck.
Jack Dancer: LUCY!
Raising attention in her for the important matter. Lucy Dancer's ears perked, she lazily pawed her face adjusting the cheap eye patch and peeked from the canoe side to sniff the air.
Jack Dancer: East?
Turning with a assuring one eyed look, Lucy ensured east was in fact the right direction. Jack Dancer lifted his heavy blooded grog'd hands, grabbed the plastic swords, and rowed off to dream land.. to WCF.
His comrade, sister, first matey snored in response. The two had currently took a stab at WCF, a wrestling promotion, in hopes to gain a popular image if their rival Blackface Herk wanted to track them down he'd have a head start. Things didn't get so skippy. Their first official match ended in ruins when Lucy talked Jack into preshow boozing, only at the time it was a good idea, they had both believed in the strong might of grog. After the match the two wander off in search for gold coin payment from the company's owner.. not having any luck receiving such payment, the duo footed off to do what pirates do; raid ships. Modern day allowed them to do no such thing, you see, in their time they fell asleep behind the wheel of they ship and ended up in the year 2009 on the side of a sidewalk... their story.
Jack Dancer: T'tell me just where we 'ar?
Anyway, to make a long story short they found a canoe and a lake. Homemade grog was brewed. Cap' Jack nudged his matey, Lucy Dancer. She burped a vicious aroma of watered down beer and rolled over ignoring the buggy pirate.
Jack Dancer: Wer' shot north, aye suspect.
Checking his surroundings with a lick of his index finger and a feel of the wind. The small canoe they drunkenly found abandoned the night before at shore didn't provide a whole lot of room for a thirty sixty view. The empty jars of booze and plastic swords cluttered the canoe deck.
Jack Dancer: LUCY!
Raising attention in her for the important matter. Lucy Dancer's ears perked, she lazily pawed her face adjusting the cheap eye patch and peeked from the canoe side to sniff the air.
Jack Dancer: East?
Turning with a assuring one eyed look, Lucy ensured east was in fact the right direction. Jack Dancer lifted his heavy blooded grog'd hands, grabbed the plastic swords, and rowed off to dream land.. to WCF.
