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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.
7th-Sep-2006 03:59 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
7th-Sep-2006 04:00 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Deeper than that…”
7th-Sep-2006 04:00 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“All living and breathing creatures?”
7th-Sep-2006 04:00 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Rolls his eyes, “Well yes, but more specific than that…”
7th-Sep-2006 04:01 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Your deceased wife?”
7th-Sep-2006 04:01 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Less server than that…”
7th-Sep-2006 04:02 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Less server than that? And not those choices? I haven’t the foggiest than.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:03 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Your dry witty sarcasm.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:04 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Smiles, “But you did say “witty” so I shall take a compliment when I am given one!” He stops right in front of a restaurant and points to it, “Here Rimington.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:04 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Looks disgusted, “Quaint.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:05 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“I thought you would approve! You were the one that invited yourself.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:06 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“You could have told me “no” and saved me the disgust,” he walks into the building and shakes the wet umbrella on their floor with no care in the world.
7th-Sep-2006 04:07 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He follows Draven in, “I could have but than I couldn’t have seen your priceless face.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:07 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“God I hate you.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:11 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
After making chit chat with the locals on where they would like to seat, and how many Taiven turns his head to look at Draven, “I know you say you do, but you wouldn’t tolerate me if you did truly hate me.” Smirks, “I know you better than that. You do make it your personal agenda to make those you utterly hate suffer grandly,” He follows the woman down the aisle and too their seats, “And I have seen that great quality in you shine so many times.”
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