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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
::Ryem finally manages to pull himself way from the crowd of busy… 
3rd-Sep-2006 01:03 am
::Ryem finally manages to pull himself way from the crowd of busy chatting people laid about the bonfire::
::He has left his thick heavy chocolate brown boots back at the fire and walks down the beach feeling the softness of the wet white sand underneath his feet::
::Also feeling the slight brief rushing coldness of the sea as it is scattered upon the sand::
::Ryem doesn’t stagger – quite a miracle compared to how much liquor of all sorts he has partaken with within a few hours since berthing – but does carry a green bottle full of rum in his swinging right hand::
::It is very apparent and obvious – if people were around him – that the good Captain is lost within his thoughts::

3rd-Sep-2006 07:59 am (UTC) - Re: Isn't that obvious?
::He goes back to playing with her hair::
Good ta know that someone gives a rat’s arse ‘bout tha words comin’ outta of me lips!
::Goes into silent watch the stars mode::
3rd-Sep-2006 08:00 am (UTC) - Re: Isn't that obvious?
She does not answer but does smile while watching the stars along with him.
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