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Where there is a sea there are pirates
Life's pretty good, and why wouldn't it be? I'm a pirate, after all
Lost in thoughts until... 
6th-Sep-2006 04:13 pm
It has been about two hours since his “delightful” conversation with his best friend, and fleet admiral Draven Rimington. These two hours were spent doing nothing in particular besides chit chatting with soldiers within the gray building that housed much of the navy’s superiors in Port Royal. It was built for the politics and gatherings of officials that had busied them selves into any form of military action within this “pirate’s” port.

Taiven found it silly to attempt a massive reconstruction of the port. It was and still is considered a haven for buccaneers. Absolute poppycock in his mind to start a “war” upon their own turf, and expect a pleasant atmosphere to continue. There were natives to worry about, or was he the only one that had thought of them?

It is different to chase pirates out on the sea, but to start a battle…a conflict…around small children, that wasn’t civilized. Taiven knew that most men in the military didn’t care for the natives – the races were different and thus made these natives “worthless” – but he also figured that these men were blinded by their hatred. Children are children anywhere – any race, any gender, any religion, ect.

He hated the thought of fighting and killing men for sport – public hanging for example – in front of these children. It would have to be hard upon them, not to mention dramatizing.

All of his thinking was interrupted abruptly by the rumbling of his stomach, and these thoughts would have to be second rate now.

The commanding Lieutenant knew it was raining quite steadily outside but that didn’t bother him at the least – he wasn’t going to take an umbrella, or a raincoat.

Saying his goodbyes to his soldiers Taiven sung the door to the building open and started making his way towards a little restaurant.
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7th-Sep-2006 04:48 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Do you know what is not good? This food. I won’t come here again. It’s a dive. Why do you eat at dives? I know you aren’t poor. I suppose you are poor in taste?”
7th-Sep-2006 04:49 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Because I am a ragamuffin like you say,” looks around, “I like it here. It’s quaint like you said. Doesn’t get busy around here.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:49 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“I can see bloody why!”
7th-Sep-2006 04:50 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Are you done than? Because I am ready to go when you are.” He sets down the money on the table.
7th-Sep-2006 04:52 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Draven slaps the money down on the table while turning to look at the lady and shouts, “It was awful,” he says this slowly because he makes the mistake like most do that foreigners cannot speak English – but he is right and she really can’t. “The fuck does it matter whore…you cannot understand me,” He sneers at her, and snaps his head back around to Taiven, “Ready than?” He stands up and lets the chair fall down but doesn’t even bother to pick it up. It does however scoop up his umbrella and head straight towards the door with no acknowledgement towards the workers.
7th-Sep-2006 04:53 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Taiven picks up the chair and follows Draven outside while saying his goodbye’s to the workers.
7th-Sep-2006 04:53 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Sissy…”
7th-Sep-2006 04:53 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Brute!”
7th-Sep-2006 04:55 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He walks under his umbrella again making sure that he nor his uniform gets wet, “So? You don’t have a point. I am a brute. I was breed to be one,” He marches his way towards his building, “I shall speak to you later than Tarragon?” He places his left hand upon Taiven’s right shoulder while whispering, “And please stop the guilt trips you give yourself about your son. I hate to see you keep ripping yourself up to shreds over it. It’s alarming…”
7th-Sep-2006 04:56 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He nods, “I shall see you later tonight probably,” He listens and smiles at Draven, “Thank you for caring Draven, but it is rather hard. I loved him. He was my life. And I lost him…and I lost a part of “me” as well. But I shall try harder.” He nods.
7th-Sep-2006 04:57 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He simply nods and walks into the building.
7th-Sep-2006 04:58 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He watches Draven briefly and heads off towards the Imperial pear – the ship he serves under and “lives” upon – He plays with the locket while making his way back “home,” with a somber look upon his face.
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