Who: The Spade Pirates Where: Serenes When: April 10th-13th What:chillin' out maxin relaxin all cool Gathering supplies Warnings: Nothing more than the usual Status: Open
Tch. [he doesn't want to think about it. He idly reaches out and tries to press Namur back under] Didn't want to, you ass. Had to. And that place makes me itch.
[also who said anything about surfing. He's sunbathing]
[Namur dunks easily enough. He just bobs right back up, eyes barely above the water so he can breathe through his gills. His words are a little garbled since he's talking underwater but he's close enough it shouldn't be a problem.]
Jus' the usual shit. Could go lookin' t' see if there's any ships or somethin'. Doubt it though. Place is all goodness an' whatever. Bet the island itself'd cry if a ship ever sunk.
Jus' said there ain't nothin'. Hell I dunno. There's a pod a whales hangin' out here closeish, but they're takin' the current 'round. C'mon. Tuck yer feet up.
[Namur grabs the back of the surfboard and starts pushing.]
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[Namur chuckles, his head poking up just above the waves.]
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[also who said anything about surfing. He's sunbathing]
Find anything interesting down there?
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Jus' the usual shit. Could go lookin' t' see if there's any ships or somethin'. Doubt it though. Place is all goodness an' whatever. Bet the island itself'd cry if a ship ever sunk.
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Tow me somewhere interesting.
[he's being a brat and he doesn't much care. This island is horrible and he can't swim so you'll just have to indulge him o Namu-mu of his heart]
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Jus' said there ain't nothin'. Hell I dunno. There's a pod a whales hangin' out here closeish, but they're takin' the current 'round. C'mon. Tuck yer feet up.
[Namur grabs the back of the surfboard and starts pushing.]
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Maybe we can follow the pod and they'll lead us to a magical island with booze and hot women.
[anything was possible]
Speaking of which, though, done any bubble bubble lately?