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

So, want to try to chat? I remember that the Captain just got back

garg. I have hw so I'll be slow.. but okay. You start

Okay...

Tiffany: "Well, this is all very exciting, but I should be going. Captain. Ezra." She smiled slightly, and made her way to her cabin. She pushed passed Dylan on her way, plopped down on her bunk, swung her journal open, and quickly wrote, This is going to be an adventure. Jerks and Suck-ups, all on one ship.

Dylan: I looked at her with an arched eyebrow. "Way to push," I said with a laugh, going to sit next to her.

Hi! Sorry, I got your message just before I logge off earlier Jacky, and didn't have time to reply.

Oh hey! Welcome back!

Tiffany: This guy wouldn't lay off. "The answer is no," she said, not looking up from her writing.

Dylan: i looked at her in confusion. "No what?"

Tiffany: "No, I still don't like you, which means no, you cannot see into this book again, and also no, you did not ask permission to sit on my bunk and for god's sake, no, you may not." She glanced up at him, then back down. "I'm not in the mood."

Dylan: I arched an eyebrow. "You're a fifteen year old and you think I'm trying to get you to like me? What's been wrong so far?"

Tiffany: "I never said you were trying to get me to like you, I said that I didn't." She curled up against the wall, determined, and still a little angry at herself for letting him see anything in her journal. She never showed it to anyone, ever.

Dylan: "Alright." I leaned back, too. "SO why's your mood the way it is?"

Tiffany: she studied him. Did she dare? He was so...so...familiar. But he couldn't be. "It's nothing," she said, and let out a small sigh. "None of your convern."

Dylan: I Would push, but I was too tired to, so rested my head on the wooden wall. "Tell me whenever you want, then..."

Tiffany: She wanted to tell him. Well, part of her did, but the other stubborn part of her wanted him to leave. After a few moments of silence, she said quietly, "Say please."

Dylan: I smirked. "COuld I please know?"

Tiffany: she thought about it some more. But there was no turning back now. Her voice had a touch of sadness to it. "I hate you. You're too much like my brother."

Dylan: "Funny," i said with a laugh. "You're too much like my sister. Is that a bad thing?"

Tiffany: She hugged her journal to her chest. "Perhaps. In a way."

Dylan: "What's bad about your brother?"

Tiffany: "Well..." she frowned as she remembered. "Of all the years I'd known him, he never grew up a bit. He was boyish and sarcastic and the biggest idiot I've ever met, and perhaps he wasn't all bad, but still..." He expression softened. "And he died."

Dylan: I looked at her in shock. "I'm sorry to hear that... what happened?"

Tiffany: She spoke somewhat quickly and flatly. "He was an idiot, that's what. He was prideful. If he were anyone else I'd let him pick fights and start waves, and send him on his merry way, but...he was my brother. And the one time I tried to warn him was the one time he didn't listen." Her expression saddened again, against her will.

Dylan: I sighed at the sad story. "Could I please give you a comforting hug?" I had had a near-death experience too, which was when I decided to striaghten up at 20.

Tiffany: he eyed flitted at him again, and she smirked. "I suppose."

Dylan: I laughed and gave her a one-armed hug. I wasn't one for actual hugs, really. Too awkward... "And now it'll be silent, I suppose?"