PIRATES!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D P)

Tiffany: "Aye. The stuttery one." He didn't seem like the sailor type.

Tara: "Yes, well his brother was recruited and he wanted to come, too. I felt bad for the poor guy. He said he had a talent for cooking, so at least there's something he can do." Even if it wouldn't help us in battle. You don't cook dinner for your enemies.

Rosalie: I walked out of my captain's quarters after changing back into my less baggy clothes. A little feminine, but still gives me the freedom to move about while fighting. Skirts were for the women who got held down, a sign of surrender. "So, I say we have a nice little get together and get to know everyone this evening. I could sneak into town, steal some rum." I grinned.

Dylan: "Aye, that sounds desirable," i said, smiling. Though it really sounded a bit stupid.... Er... Whatever. Rum.

Tara: A get together? What was this, school? I smiled anyway and nodded. "Sounds good."

Rose: The reactions seemed a bit forced. I frowned. "You guys don't look too thrilled."

Dylan: "Aye, I'll admit: A get together sounds a bit childish, but I'm in if there'll be rum." Then, I dropped my voice low, so no one could hear. "And her," I eyed Tara with a smirk.

Tara: "I caught that," I snapped at Dylan then said to the Captain. "A little childish, but it might be a good idea to get to know each other...besides Dylan," I added the last part under my breath.

Dylan: "You say that now." I didn't bother dropping my voice that time, but I waltzed up to her and leaned against the railing. "Just wait."

Tara: "I'm sure I'll be waiting forever then, I don't fall for men like you. And we're pretty clear on just what kind of a man you are, aren't we? Need I list all those words again?"

Dylan: I rolled my eyes. "I'm not trying to get you to fall for me. If I were you already would have."

Tara: "I somehow doubt you could ever get me to," I rolled up my paper. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have actual work to do. Let me guess, you 'haven't been given any orders'?" I mocked.

Dylan: "A co captain does what the captain tells him to. Excuse me," I pushed past her briskly and walked to the Captain. "And my orders are?"

Tara: I rolled my eyes and went down the short flight of steps to my cabin.

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((just replied))

Rosalie: "Your orders are to pass it along to everyone while I go steal some rum. Got it?"

((pass what along...?))

(info about the little get together or whatever)

OOH oK!

Dylan: "Aye, then." I walked back with a bit of a smirk on my face. When I had passed the information to everyone, I clomped loudly down the steps to Tara's room. "Quit being a loner. We're gonna start soon as the Captain gets back,"

Rosalie: I went back into my quarters and changed into my boy's disguise. I walked out of the room, and jumped from the rail onto the dock. I let the night comsume me as I walked into town.

Tara: "I'm not being a loner - I'm being a hard worker," I called back through the door, as I recorded the days events in a journal. I had one for historical uses, that would be public, and one for my own personal thoughts. I was writing in the public one right now.

Dylan: "No hard work is needed right now. Get on deck soon as your finished gushing about me in your diary." Before she could have a reaction, I went back up the stairs.

Tara: "Ugh," I exclaimed and slammed the journal shut. I walked up after him and said, "You're quite the piece of work, aren't you?"

Dylan: "I don't know... let's see," i flexed my bulging muscles and laughed. "Why indeed I am."