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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 04:40 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“I’m not, but do you ever feel like you sold your soul for this life? I feel like that sometimes…” He fiddles with the golden trinket on his neck in a sad manner.
7th-Sep-2006 04:42 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He watches his old friend, “I am sorry for what happened to your son. I really am Tai. But there is nothing that you could have done, with or without a soul. People die when it is meant for them to die. Be blessed that he was allowed into your life,” He whispers this all to Taiven in a calm and friendly manner.
7th-Sep-2006 04:43 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“I do feel blessed, and I know I couldn’t have stopped his disease. But I still feel like I sold myself willing, and my morals…”
7th-Sep-2006 04:45 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He leans forward, “Stop it Taiven! It doesn’t help you to play the guilt game. You are in the navy, you made that decision, and now you have to deal with it. So stop it. I know you better than to give up on king and country. So stop with the guilt trips.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:45 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He nods, “You are right. Sorry Draven. My guilt must drive you just as insane, right?”
7th-Sep-2006 04:46 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Not as much as your dry sarcasm.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:47 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Smiles, “That is good at least.”
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?
7th-Sep-2006 04:53 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
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