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    • SamuraiSnake

      1 year ago

      Well its been years. Added a few pictures to this. Lets see who actually still gets on rvb

    • SamuraiSnake

      Why not.. i'm in a typing mood i guess..

      7 years ago

      "I haven't a clue on where to get all our weapons and armor." Michael said calmly, taking a seat on a log just mere feet from the water. His eyes stared blankly towards the distance while the wind blew his short blonde hair softly to the side. Narcilia smiled once more and sat next to him letting out a sigh. "You worry too much you need to just relax and live in the moment. Don't you ever just have fun?"
      Michael said nothing. What he would say wouldn't be a shock to her. Of course not. Ever since his parents died he never really had much of a childhood. He always focused on training with Alexander's father. From the moment he woke up each morning till the moment his body layed to rest, he focused everything on getting revenge. A sigh left his body that made Narcilia frown. She knew the answer to her own question, but she wanted to hear it from him personally. Her knowing the truth didn't settle too well in the pit of her stomache. A person with no childhood. It made conversation nearly impossible. When people have a conversation, it normally comes from past experiences. To only have anger and depression in their past, it makes most topics sour.
      Looking over at Michael who appeared to have something terrible on his mind, Narcilia slowly reached out and layed her hand on his. An eyebrow rose when she noticed no change in his expression what so ever. Michael was in his own little world it seemed. Narcilia couldn't help but roll her eyes and sigh admitting defeat. She knew getting through to him would be like getting Alexander to sit silently for five minutes, impossible. "Fine." She said to herself resting her head on his shoulder and closer her eyes. "Tomorrow is another day."
      It took but a few minutes for the new relaxed Narcilia to drift off leaving Michael to his "childhood flashbacks."
      Morning would come soon and a new day would reveal itself to the party. Narcilia was the first to wake up only to notice she was in her room. He face instantly lit up at the thought.
      "He carried me to my room." she whispered. "He took care of me when I fell asleep instead of just leaving me on the beach." The smile that was once on her face turned into a full face grin. She knew now he liked her. "It's about time!" she said trying to put on a serious face. Then in the corner of her mind she realized what was going on. She was going soft over a guy. A once cheerful expression now turned to a disgusted one. What was she thinking? "Ugh!" she said raising to her feet. Sure Michael like any person she ever met before, but could she really be doing this? She sat back down at the foot of her bed and put her hands over her face.
      "Why are you doing this to yourself Narcilia?" she asked her self in disgust. She looked up quickly when she heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she asked already pampering herself.
      "It's Michael. You got a second?"
      "Of course, come in." she replied with a smile. Before he could even turn the knob she noticed the smile and smacked it off her face.
      "I really am going soft." She whispered after adding a sigh.
      When the door opened she saw him wearing a new outfit he must have bought the night before. She couldn't resist the quick scan she gave him while he walked to the edge of her bed and sat down beside her. The blue shirt he wore matched his beautiful blue eyes and his perfectly combed blonde hair. Even the gold necklace he wore looked great on him. The more she thought about him the more she hated herself.
      "I was hoping you could help me out with something." He said softly, already regretting the fact he started the question.
      "Topic..."
      "How to erase emotions." He responded, looking down towards the ground.
      "Ah, those pesky emotions are getting to ya huh?"
      "Yeah, I figured you being an assassin in all, you would know how to rid yourself of them so they dont ruin your performance in battle."
      Narcilia went silent. How could she help him about emotions when she herself was fighting her own about him? She had no answer for him. She wanted to help him more than anything, but nothing appeared in her mind. Finally after a couple minutes of silence she looked over at him and said "Nothing. The most you could do is face the situation that started all this conflict. Why, what's on your mind?"
      "Lately I've been having these horrible dreams about my parents. Seeing them die over and over." He paused and ran a hand through his hair. "I dont know, the whole seeing my house in flames still haunts me today."
      That was understandable. she thought. Here he lost his parents when he was just a kid and settled with another family just to witness the same thing happen to them as well. She could almost see everything taking place while he continued with his flashbacks. She felt sorry for him. Sure her past was just as bad as his, but she was older.
      She continued to listen to him while instinctively wrapping an arm around him for comfort. She didnt care now that she was showing affection once again for him. It didnt matter much to her right then for some reason. In all reality one would think she enjoyed it.
      "Why are you so affraid Michael? You have all of us now and we're going to get revenge for their deaths."
      "It's not so much me being affraid of the Dark Brotherhood." He exclaimed silently looking into her eyes.
      "Then what?" she pressed.
      "I'm affraid of losing everyone again and being on my own all over again." He replied looking down sadly.
      "Come here." She whispered, pulling him closer to her, resting his head on her chest. "Everything will be fine Michael, I promise." This brought a slight smile to his face. No one ever held him like this before. Not his mother or Alexander's. It felt nice being held like this. He only wished this moment would last forever...

    • SamuraiSnake

      Here's more. You can thank Holly ya'll

      7 years ago

      When the sun rose the next morning, Everyone found out first hand how chaotic a ship full of pirates can be. At dawn every pirate would awaken and scrub the deck and correct the lines for the sails. Grunts could be heard in every direction with the typical songs to raise their spirits. Their words echoed throughout the ship making sleep impossible. Everyone was awake as soon as the first song started. Alexander was the first to witness what no one would believe unless they saw it with their own eyes. Two pirates swung on the ropes from one platform to another with their blades drawn. Apparently they were training in case of a bombardment from another ship. Alexander watched in awe while they swung clashing swords about half way in.
      "I'm going to learn how to do that!" He yelled with a smirk.
      "In your dreams psycho!" Captain Morgan shouted back from the other side of the ship. "You're lucky to carry the weapons on you now."
      "Hey! I happen to be a great fighter!" Alexander snapped back at him.
      "Yeah yeah. I hear a lot of talk from everyone, but none of you match your mouths."
      "How about you dock in Spain already so we can." Ethan proclaimed joining Alexander near the railing. "Sure seems like this ship of yours is pretty damn slow."
      "And now you insult my ship. You know, you both can swim your asses the rest of the way." The Captain suggested with a smile.
      "Might as well, you'll most likely get there faster." Narcilia countered with a smirk.
      "You can join them then smartass." He glared back at her.
      "Nice to see you're all getting along out here." Michael said stretching.
      "Oh you know us, we cant wait to see each other." Ethan stated.
      "Mmmm." Michael agreed with his eyes shut absorbing the sun while he continued with his stretching.
      "How'd you sleep anyways Michael." Captain Morgan asked, heading for the wheel.
      "Um, fine. WHy do you ask?"
      "Well, you haven't slept well recently. I remember how hard it was getting you up with Alexander before."
      "I slept fine. Thanks for the concern...I think." Michael said, still having a confused expression on his face. "So are we almost there?"
      "Nag, nag, nag. I swear, all you guys do is complain. Yes we're nearly there. That stretch of land ahead is our destination."
      "It's about time. I'm getting sick of this damn boat." Markus added walking up the stairs to join them.
      "Ship! We are on a ship you inconsiderate lowlives!" The Captain Shouted while he steered towards the port.
      They arrived on the shores of Spain moments later only a few miles from the main road they would travel on. The air was humid and full of the sound of cheering and laughter. North of the ship, hundreds of people gathered and watched in awe while a parade marched down the streets. Spanish flags were waved in every direction, followed by people being carried by carriages. Little did the party know, they had the unique privilage of witnessing the crowning of the new king and queen of Spain. It was the perfect time of day. The sun was shinning and the temperature was about eighty degrees. It truely was perfect. Michael and his companions couldn't help but attempt to watch this special event. Chances are, none of them would have such a fhance again. As always, the entergetic Alexander was ahead of the others with his typical grin, talking to anoying that came close to him. You couldn't help but laugh while he did this. He had more spirt than any of them and he wasn't about to let anyone forget that. It didn't take him long to find a wide enough spot for everyone to watch the crowning. Immediately he waved his arms around in Michael's direction and directed them all to his location. As soon as everyone was there Alexander yelled at the top of his lungs out of sheer excitement. Michael couldn't help but shake his head in embarrassment.
      "I'm ashamed of standing here next to you. You do realize that right?" Michael yelled.
      "What?!" Alexander yelled back, now jumping up in the air with his fist aimed at the sky.
      With a sigh Michael waved him off signifying never mind. Instead he turned and saw Narcilia just inches from him with a smile on her face. As he watched her he couldnt help but think about what could possibly be on her mind. Then again, did he really want to know? It was a dangerous question that made him wince. It was clear that Captain Morgan and Markus weren't as cheerful as eeryone else. They stood and watched silently with their arms folded in front of them. Even their faces showed nothing. Not even Alexander could bring them out of their trances. As Michael Scanned the area some more he saw Ethan not too far behind him staring forward at all the people. "Perhaps I'll just leave him be for now." Michael whispered.
      The celebration lasted throughout the day and into the night. The hundreds decreasted little by little till there was but fifty or less left. They remained with their new king and queen, laughing and drinking wine and brandy. Michael was one of the few who stood on the shores watching the water in the distance. He wasn't a party man like his friend Alexander Kulsand. He would much rather spend his moments alone so he could think about whatever he wanted. He wasn't that lucky anymore. Narcilia sat next to him silently and atched. He didn't mind her being around. She was being quiet. How could he really be mad at her when the most she said was "So what's on your mind?" It was a tough question to answer. Even if he were to speak the truth it wouldn't matter. In the end all she could say is "Oh, well you know I'll always be around if you need me." He knew this just like she did. She liked him, and he liked her. This was very clear to everyone, including those who didn't care. (Which was everyone) However, they never verbally admitted this to each other for whatever reason.

    • SamuraiSnake

      As promised Holly..

      7 years ago

      "what is it you wish to accomplish here Narcilia?" He moaned in defeat. "you come out here wearing a tight shirt and tight pants, and you start showing affection towards me. Honestly, i'm waiting for the dagger to hit my chest."
      Narcilia couldn't help but laugh from his responce while she began taking her final step towards him. Holding out her arms, she motioned him to search her and waited curiously to see if he would take advantage of the moment. To her surprise, he remained still only searching her with his eyes for now. He was gentlemen enough to keep his hands to himself. Sure, he wanted to, but how did he know this wasn't just a trap? His ahnds gripped tighter on the rail when she leaned in towards him, putting her calm brown eyes just inches from his trembling blue eyes. Having her this close was too much for him, his face began turning beat red and his knuckles were now white. Before she could make another move to taunt him the door flew open revealing a stumbling Alexander. Raising his right hand that held one of Captain Morgan's mugs, he began yelling in Michael and Narcilia's direction.
      "Hey you guys." He waved with a hiccup. "You're missing the party."
      "Oh, thank God!" Michael sighed with relief, making a quick get-a-way to Alexander's side.
      "Did I miss something?" Alexander asked while he leaned on his best friend's shoulder. "I can leave you two alone if you're wanting alone time."
      "Well.." Narcilia started.
      "No!" Michael interrupted, already turning the knob on the door.
      "Hey, its fine if you want alone time with her Michael. Just say the word and I'm gone."
      "If you leave, I'll kill you myself!" Michael blurted out causing Alexander's eyes to grow larger. Meanwhile, Narcilia watched in amusement. She knew he would suspect something, but this was completely different. Michael was freaking out over her sudden change of affection. She watched silently as Michael took his leave. It was true that she was purposely messing with him just for her own amusement, but she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than that. There really wasn't anything wrong with Michael. They sat at the same age, nearly the same height, he had a tall muscular body with short blonde hair. Even his eyes were perfect. She loved his passionate blue eyes. She took advantage of noticing all these qualities whenever she could. Her eyes began to close when Michael walked back into the ship dragging his friend along with him.
      Markus was the alst to leave the dinning hall and rest for the next day. He was too focused on his new teammates to get a wink or sleep. Nothing added up for him, and this annoyed him. For one, Michael was too quick and familar with everyones fighting techniques, including his own. The way he was able to sneak up on both Narcilia and himself seemed unreal. Even if you put their fearless leader alside, there was many others that didn't seem right. Alexander, although he rarely saw him fight and he always acted like a moron, there was something about him. Instinctively, Markus never judged a person completely until he knew all the facts, becaue of this he wondered if Alexander's fighting skills proved he was worthy of being on this team of theres.Narcilia. He continued to think while walking down the long narrow hall which leads to his bedroom. She was one of the harder ones to figure out because of her sudden interest in Michael. Yes, Markus knew all about the two possible love birds of the group. Frankly, he couldn't care less about any topics that involved love. Love just isn't his style. Watching two people in love made him feel sick to his stomache for personal reasons that he wouldn't dare tell anyone...ever. The way she looked at Michael clearly stated that she liked him. She was destroying her oath as an assassin out of love. This he couldn't understand. When he finally made it to his door he found himself shaking his head in disbelief. Ethan was next to come to mind. The marksman from Paris. He didn't say much and he respected him for it. Markus knew just by looking at Ethan that he knew what he was doing. You could see it in his eyes. Always focused on what's going on. He stood as Michael's protector for whatever reason. He was more of a knight than a marksman in Markus' eyes. Then there was the pirate, Captain Morgan. He was a strange one. Markus thought while he began to spread out on his bed. He first thought the great Captain would be the leader instead of the fresh blood Michael Desperidus.
      "The Captain being our leader." Markus said with a chuckle. "Talk about Doomsday." More laughter was heard before the last of the crew retired for the night.

    • SamuraiSnake

      Chapter 4. Spain and It's Glory.

      8 years ago

      Rain fell that night while the party were inside the ship. Everyone gathered in the dinning hall to discuss their route to Spain while they ate their typical night feast. The only one not present at the time was Michael. He stood out on the stern leaning on the rail. To him the present course didnt matter. All he knew was they were heading to the southern tip of Spain. That was enough for him. Who they picked up or fought was none of his concern. Why bother with the pointless details of the journey? Sure it was great that so many people wanted to join and destroy the same threat, but that was common in every war. What he needed to do was form a complete battle plan in his head. Locations, weapons, armor used during combat. These were things that needed to be focused on. At that moment none of them had any decent armor, and as for weapons they could definately upgrade themsleves. He sighed and hung his head over the railing and watched the rain hit the water beneath him. There was still so much to do. Where was he going to gather all these weapons and armor? How was he going to get an army big enough to take on a whole empire? The more he thought the worse it got. He had no answers. He knew no blacksmith. His whole life was spent in Rome fighting with wooden swords he himself created. He got lucky and found a steel longsword at the shop.
      He sighed once more while he began shaking his head in disapointment. Some leader i've become. He thought to himself.
      "Didnt anyone every tell you standing out in the rain is bad for your health Michael?" Narcilia asked from behind.
      "I guess they left that part out." He replied, revealing the first smile in several hours. It was odd that he felt this way with her around. He felt almost happy. Was this right? She was the one who tried to kill him and now he's happy to hear her voice? Maybe the rain was messing with his head. He laughed softly while he turned to face her, only to be struck in awe by her beauty. He watched silently as the rain fell onto her long brown hair and rolled down onto her chest. She wore her tight black pants and a red short sleeve shirt that stuck tightly to her body. Even the smile she had as he watched sent his heart into overdrive. It was at that brief moment time stood still. None of the previous problems on his mind mattered. Narcilia had given him his first moment of peace in a long time.
      "Thank you." he whispered to her still holding his smile.
      "For what?" she asked puzzled walking slowly to him. Her movements were as if she were in slow motion.
      "For caring." he answered, gripping on to the railing behind him. He was careful not to break eye contact. He knew very little about women, but it doesnt take a genious to know you never lose each other's eye contact until she herself looks away.
      "You're the only one to say a word to me since the brig incident. It's just good to hear your voice is all."
      The way Michael spoke made Narcilia pause for a moment and just stare in his eyes. She showed no emotion what so ever, but broke the tension with another smile as she removed the hair that drapped over her eyes. She knew now what was going on in his head. It was'nt hard to figure out. She did have to give him props for the complete eye contact for so long though. ANy other man would draw their attention to her chest or some other part of her body, but this one was different. His eyes, a bit nervous at the moment, showed respect and decency.She took a few more steps towards him so she was just arms length away from him.
      "So tell me Michael, what were you thinking about before I came out? You looked pretty focused."
      "Just strategy. Nothing specail." He lied, trying not to reveal himself with his eyes.
      "Always thinking aren't you Michael?" She teased.
      "Always." He agreed breaking the eye contact to look down at the deck.
      "Do you ever just relax?" She asked curiously.
      "No, I've always kept something on my mind at all times. Keeps me cofused on the task at hand."
      Narcilia couldnt help but let out a sigh that made Michael look up at her. He didnt understand what was going on. Ever since she shot the dagger into his shoulder she always seemed to act different around him. She wasnt the heartless assassin she always seemed to play with with everyone else. Did she like him? No, that wasn't her style. Assassins don't fall in love with anyone for obvious reasons, but the way she was looking at him now said otherwise.
      "Why are you looking at me like that?" Narcilia asked cocking her head off to the side.
      "I um, i have no idea what you're talking about."
      "Liar"
      "You cant prove it." He countered with a smile.
      "Oh i bet i can." She said returning the smile.
      Michael thought for a moment about what she said, then found himself thinking about the whole situation that just took place. What was happening? Narcilia was actually showing some interest in him. Incredible. He nearly said outloud. Then it struck him all at once. She was toying with him. She was using her body to get close to him so he'll be off his guard, then when the timing was right she'd take him out out of total surprize. He stood frozen while the rain continued to pour on his head. He fell for it. He let his personal feelings get in the way. It was true, he liked Narcilia for reasons not even he knew. He was heart broken. Heart broken because of his own stupidity and lack of vision. He looked up at her slowly, desperately trying to hold all the depression from escaping to her notice. He failed once again, the second their eyes met she knew something was wrong.
      "Whats wrong?"
      Damn. he thought, scratching his head. Now he had to make up something. "Think think think." He said at the edge of hearing. Nothing came to him after looking around the ship for those few precious seconds.

    • SamuraiSnake

      Heres more

      8 years ago

      While rolling his eyes, he began reloading the cannon in front of him. "one last shot, then you can rest a while." He whispered to it readying the flame.
      "If you fire one more cannon ball at us i'll kill you myself!" a familar voice waled.
      "I know that voice. Annoying, smart mouth, whinny; Alexander, you survived!"
      "Aim the cannon elsewhere." Michael said pulling himself onto the ship.
      "So the great Michael Desperidus survived too. Here i thought you were done for."
      "Sorry to disapoint ya." Michael proclaimed with a smile.
      "Yeah sure, whatever. So where is everyone else?" Captain Morgan asked.
      Alexander shrugged.
      "Very helpful Alexander.. Michael?"
      "Where would you hold people on a ship "Captain". Maybe the brig?"
      "Of course they're in the brig!" The Captain declared with a smirk. "To the brig!"
      Michael and Alexander exchanged a "whatever" look and followed down the stairs.
      The inside of the ship felt colder than before when Michael and Alexander navigated through not too long ago. The lights were now flickering giving brief moments of complete darkness. Michael glanced down and noticed even his hand wasn't visible at certain periods of time. It didnt meatter though. The others must be found at all costs. He paused for a moment and looked over his shoulder. Something was wrong, he could feel it. It was if he were being watched. "I must be losing my mind. Get it together Michael." He whispered to himself.
      "Here we are. The brig." Captain Morgan said. "I sure hope they're all here."
      "I knew you cared." Alexander grinned.
      "Care? hah, I hope they're in there so i can humiliate the hell out of them."
      Michael sighed and began shaking his head. "It would be sad seeing not one but two assassins locked up."
      Captain Morgan laughed and opened the door. A warm breeze shot through to each of them, along with the smell of decaying flesh. In the corner of the small room were three figures chained to the walls. Without hesitation, the Captain walked forward spinning the keys on a finger. Michael stopped and leaned against the frame of the door while Alexander trailed behind the now smirking Captain Morgan.
      "Well, well, well. What do we hae here?" He said as calmly as possible trying to disguise his voice. "Two assassins and a marksman. Correct me if i'm wrong but shouldnt the assassins be the smart, cunning, and "Shadowy" type?"
      "Why dont you come over here and say that?" Narcilia glared, clenching her fist.
      He stepped forward a few more feet, his face still protected by the light's glare.
      "Pretty ballzy" there, getting this close to assassins. You better be quick." Markus guestured, casually letting his body rest on the chains.
      "How about we beat you senseless." Alexander through in for fun.
      "Alexander?" Ethan asked softly.
      "You moron!" Captain Morgan yelled slugging him in the arm. "You have to change your voice!"
      "Oh, damn, I forgot that part!"
      Michael just laughed in the background. He loved the fact that Alexander knew nothing about interigating a person.
      "I'm going to kill you guys!" Narcilia said enraged.
      "Whoa, I had nothing to di with it. Those two wer ethe ones doing it." Michael explaimed with his hands up.
      "Yeah, yeah, your all talk Narcilia." Captain Morgan said taking off their chains.
      "Kill them later. Lets get out of here. I'm sick of being on this ship." Michael groaned.
      "Agreed." She said following Michael.

      End of Chapter 3

    • SamuraiSnake

      As promised

      8 years ago

      the sky remained red while the search continued. Alexander always ahead of michael waiting for another chance to prove his skills as a bladest. He held a dagger in his right hand firmly with a smirk spread across his face. True, Alexander was twenty just like Michael, but he had the heart and patience of a five year old. His shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, and his muscular five foot, ten inch one hundred fifty pound body definately didnt resemble a five year olds. Although a bit frusterated by his behavior at the moment, Michael couldnt help but chuckle. Sure, he acted more adult like, but he too had his childish moment just like him. He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. Something wasnt right about all this. Here they were out in the open where everyone could see them, but there was nothing around. Even Captain Morgan was missing at that moment. He sighed and looked around some more, was there any clues to what happend while they slept? He glanced over at Alexander, who was by the edge looking for the life boats.
      "All are here. They must be somewhere on the ship." He said calmly scratching his head in confusion.
      "I dont like this." Michael said concerned. "I cant help but feel like we're being watched."
      "It's your imagination bro. Just relax." Alexander noted with a smile walking towards the Captain's cabin.
      "No, someone is right.." He paused for a split second and lunged his blade into a man's chest. "Behind me." He finished, removing it slowly while taking a glance at the man's face. "We got company."
      "No Joke!" Alexander yelled back already fighting two others.
      "Where the hell did they come from?" Michael asked engaging with another soldier.
      "Shut up, i'm busy!"
      More and more soldiers came rushing forward from every direction while they fought. Within a few mintues the two of them were pushed back to the stern. Many had died, but with every fallen soldier, five took his place.
      "It's endless!" Alexander groaned.
      "Suck it up. We're not done yet." Michael whispered back to him, raising his blade in his attack stance.
      "Someone call for the irresistibly charming Captain Morgan?" A voice called out from behind the soldiers.
      "Its about time. Get your ass over here and help!" Alexander yelled.
      "Hold that thought." Captain Morgan responded running back the other direction.
      "And there goes our fearless captain." Alexander sighed.
      "Why you being such a baby about everything today?" Michael asked curiously keeping his eyes ahead towards the soldiers who continued to make their way towards them.
      "I'm not being a baby, shut up!"
      Before Michael could object any further a soldier lunged for his chest only to meet his blade. More swings were added resulting in more clashing of steel swords. This enemy was different than the Dark Brotherhood. They fought more like assassins, Quick, cunning, and secretely. This enemy fought with numbers and brute strength. The weapons they used were more for close combat. Short swords, blended with the occational claymore. No one carried arrows thought. Strategically, that wasn't a bad idea. Bows and arrows were meant for long ranged combat, but to see none, it seemed odd to Michael. He could recognize the fight style they were using. Basic fencing. Rarely used at that time, because it left yourself exposed to an attack from another opponent. Short swords were perfect for this technique however, that and the Rapier. The lighter the blade, the faster your movements.
      Michael knew a lot about weapons. Ever since his parents died he trained with any weapon he could find or create. He was a soldier, plain and simple. The way he clashed his blade against his opponents. He continued to fight off each attacker as they came until he saw Captain Morgan off in the distance. He wore his black robes and his pointy black pirate hat. He smiled like he always did when he knew he was being watched and revealed the cannons that were aimed in their direction. The smile that was once on Michael's face was now destroyed. He knew instantly what that devilish Captain's plan was. Not wasting the precious time they had, Michael grabbed Alexander by his leather plated armor and hurled him off the ship into the clear blue river. Before he could jump in with him, Michael noticed the short fuse on the cannon had nearly disappeared.
      "Dear God!" Michael yelled off the top of his lungs as the cannons went off sending several iron spheres towards him and the other soldiers.
      The roar of each cannon sent Michael flying back into the water while the remaining soldiers still aboard suffored a fait far worse than anything any of them could witness. The chains that were strapped to the cannon balls sliced through each man like butter, while some men got hit by the cannon ball itself causing limbs to explode or e torn from the botdy and sent into the air and water around the massive ship. The sound of death was the only thing heard after the last cannon was fired. The ship was silent and coated with blood. Limbs were hanging off the sides and the smoke slowly began rising from the cannons.
      Captain Morgan stood at the base of one of the cannons with his eyes wide open in awe. He wore no hat now and his robes were blow open from the massive power that was recently released. He wore no smile for his mouth had lowered as far as the jaw would allow. It took only a brief moment for him to snap out of this faze and yell out
      "Holy hell, these new cannons are the shit!" He wanted to say more, but what more could be said? Those words were enough for the moment. If he had more time to think about what he could say there is no doubt he would have come up with some smartass punch line, but his moment was lost when he heard something surface from the river of death beneath him. The sound of mumbling was heard while four hands appeared on the edge of the stern. This annoyed the Captain.

    • SamuraiSnake

      Updates..

      8 years ago

      Alright.. Tomorrow morning (not sure what time) I'm going to get my lazy ass up and get on here. The plan is.. type up as much as i can before i have to head to work... I have a lot to type (since i've been writing non stop at work) Soo.. those who are interested, take a look at my Journal sometime tomorrow. Chris I'm sure will be overjoyed by this journal entry..
      As for comments.. i know only he and maybe one other may post something up so i'm not even going to ask you all to put anything up.. why bother asking when i've only been asking for how long now and got nothing? yeah... soo.. enjoy the book tomorrow.

      Jake

    • SamuraiSnake

      more book, comment on both now -.-

      8 years ago

      "Won what?" Narcilia asked peeking over Michael's shoulder.
      "The um.."
      "Relax, i know what you were thinking. Michael and i made an agreement. We both hate the Dark Brotherhood for our own reason so we agreed to team up and kick their ass, plain and simple." She said with a shrug.
      "Finally, peace!" Markus proclaimed with a smile. "its about damn time."
      Michael glanced over at Narcilia and shruged his shoulders.
      "Okay, what the hell you two? First you hate each other and now your all buddy buddy. I dont get it." Ethan exclaimed.
      "Would you rather me kill him?" Narcilia asked curiously.
      "No, but.."
      "Then shut up." Narcila enterrupted.
      Michael chuckled softly and walked to the stern. It was time to focus on their mission, Spain. He thought for a moment. The more he thought about it the more he realized he knew nothing about it. Spain was a complete mystery to him. Him being on a ship was different as well. This whole adventure was new. A smile formed on his face. "Soon mother, father and even you sis, you will be avenged. I will make them pay for what they did to you, i promise."
      "Who ya talkin' to?" Narcilia asked behind him.
      "Hm? oh, i was just talking to my family."
      "You'll get your revenge. No worries." She said calmly.
      "Lets hope so..." He whispered.
      The next morning Michael rose from bed to see Alexander holding his sword in his hands. His eyes were cold and his breathing seemed heavier than normal. Even his stance gave a sign of uneasiness.
      "Whats going on?" Michael asked rubbing his blood shot eyes.
      "We're under attack. Some ship came up beside us and some people came aboard. All of them armed."
      "Why the hell didnt you wake me?" Michael demanded, strapping on his sword.
      "I was wasnt sure yet about the situation. They might just be traders."
      "Traders with heavy arms, i doubt it. Lets go check it out."
      Alexander gave a slight nod and began opening the door slowly. The ship was darker than usual. Barely any candles were lit and the halls resembled a graveyard, silent and empty. Michael glanced over at Alexander. He knew he didnt have to say a word to express how he was feeling just then. Something was wrong. There should be at least some talking or laughter, but as of now there was nothing. The two of them continued down the hall till they came to Ethan's room. The door was cracked open slightly letting the two of them see just enough of the room to know that he was already investigating the situation as well. Michael gave a slight sigh of relief. At least the whole situation wasn't sour. He thought.
      Just ahead, there was a sound of footsteps. There eyes focused intensely ahead as they pressed themselves against the wall. As the footsteps got closer, Michael began lowering his hand down and began unheathing his blade. Time for battle he nearly said outloud. At last a figure began to reveal itself. A long slinder body, maybe five foot ten inches. A hundred fourty pound young man tapping a short sword on his shoulder.
      "One man? I'm insulted." Alexander whispered to Michael.
      "Quickly and silently." Michael whispered back.
      Alexander rolled his eyes and drew one of his daggers. One guy was simple enough. He trained his whole life for fighting. Raising his hand slowly he glanced over to his left in Michael's direction then back at the target.
      "Hurry up already." Michael whispered once more.
      An instant later the blade left his hand and flew directly into the man's throat. The second the blade pierced the skin, blood came pouring out of his wound and onto the deck below him. The time it took for the man to die was less than a few seconds. Michael sighed and began shaking his head.
      "Captain Morgan is going to be pissed about the blood stain."
      "Nah, even if he does we'll just have someone clean it later." Alexander responded casually with a shrug.
      "Whatever, lets keep going." Michael suggested, continueing forward past the dead body.

  • About Me

    Honor is a fools prize. Glory is of no use to the dead.

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  • Comments (76)

    • SamuraiSnake

      7 years ago

      Oh quite joyful. joyful indeed..

    • Kagome04

      7 years ago

      So hows life?

    • squall_born

      8 years ago

      Here is that journal.

    • SamuraiSnake

      8 years ago

      Monkies looking for apples.. thats all you have to remember..

    • Kagome04

      8 years ago

      yes because thats not disturbing !!!!!!!!!!

    • SamuraiSnake

      8 years ago

      You think too much. You dwell on your past and never look towards your future. That is why you will always be tormented by our previous relationship. You have two choices.. You can accept it for what it was and remember our happy moments together or you can continue dwelling on it and continue to get no where. You will become lost and never trust and love another again..
      Its not a matter of me just erasing everything we had, its a matter of taking everything good we had and storing it inside to make give me strength. I think you should do the same thing...

    • Kagome04

      8 years ago

      I don't understand you, but i wish i did.
      I wish i could see what you think when you talk to me
      or Feel what you feel so I would know
      exactly what to expect, but i don't.
      God, i really wish i could ... I wish to know the truth about everything
      that happend between us because i feel like it was false
      I really did care for you ... but i dont know anything anymore

    • SamuraiSnake

      8 years ago

      No worries, i'll type up more when i get back from work.. I would have typed up more but this damn strep throat made me sleep pretty late. Check back up here at Midnight.

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      hey wat up

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      sweet thanks I look foward to it!!!!

    • SamuraiSnake

      8 years ago

      i guess...Almost doesnt seem worth it though. I'll humor you most likely and post more this weekend. I brought my book back from work. (I do most of my writing at work)

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      see there are people that like ur book they may not be excatly be what ur looking for in journal coments but whatever!!!
      they are still coments

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      dude talk to me

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      hey how you doing

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      what up

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      uuuuhhhh how you doing!?!

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      what up man no talk long time??? no??!!

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      new journal directing anybody who still actually reads mine to yours....

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      Thanks man iI hope people realize your talent and start commenting again.... i got to go to class now but it sounds like your doing well so keep on keeping on!!!

    • SamuraiSnake

      8 years ago

      well, i'm a writer now. I work at Quad City Times (which no one other there knows about i bet) and i also work at KWQC Chanel 6 (which again no one out there prolly knows) So yeah, needless to say, i'm a little busy lately.. however that doesnt mean i wont PUT UP MY OF MY FRICKIN BOOK IF PEOPLE ACTUALLY POSTED SOMETHING UP THERE EVERY SO OFTEN (not including you chris)

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      so what you doing now work wise

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      I bet your really busy huh?

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      so how you doing man

    • SamuraiSnake

      8 years ago

      yeah, i noticed no one really cares that i'm back and posting my book...other than Chris of course. Fine, whatever..

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      Hey man whats up I have not been on so I dont know if I've missed you or what so a good day peace out......

    • Kagome04

      8 years ago

      wow your actually back surprise surprise?

    • SamuraiSnake

      8 years ago

      As promised... 3 hours has past and now i've posted yet more of my book. Believe me when i say.. this is but the tip of the iceberg. I have LOTS more to post. However.. i'll let you all comment on these two first before i add some more. Think of it this way.. the more and faster you post comments.. the faster i post more.. The way i see it.. i'll post two full journal entries each time.. Then ya'll can keep up easier. Enjoy..

    • SamuraiSnake

      8 years ago

      Theres a little piece. In 3 hours i post more. Make sure you comment on all the sections and not just on the last one i post later

    • SamuraiSnake

      8 years ago

      Hey guys, sorry i've been away for so long.. been quite busy with things and no one really commented on anything i did. Read my Journal for more.

    • ClonEnforcer

      8 years ago

      uummmm hi how are you i'v not tlaked to you in a long time. so whats up how you doing you still writing or have you just stoped posting!!!?????

    • Kagome04

      8 years ago

      : (
      umm did you change your number or something : (
      well I guess I'll leave you be......
      goodbye jake

    • ClonEnforcer

      9 years ago

      what im there for you lol

    • SamuraiSnake

      9 years ago

      wait.. what? i was thanking you for actually being there for me unlike my other so called friends. You took that the wrong way

    • Kagome04

      9 years ago

      : ( thank you for showing me what kind of friend you are.

    • SamuraiSnake

      9 years ago

      Lmao. cute.
      Who would have thought someone out there actually cared about my well being. UNLIKE ANYONE ELSE OUT THERE A-HOLES!

    • Kagome04

      9 years ago

      ....
      enough is enough already
      don't you think just how bad you want to log on here?
      huh! HUH?!?! :p

    • Kagome04

      9 years ago

      This is a message brought to you by Kagome04
      to tell you how much she adores you
      I personally do not know how much
      you will have to ask her she just wants you to know
      how amazing you are and how much you mean to her
      ^_^
      You rock her world
      and when she sleeps at night and knows that she made your day better
      she smiles because she's thinking about you ^_^


      brought to you by,

      mwah

    • Kagome04

      9 years ago

      if you not comming on is a secret plot to get me to call you or message whore you to death ...
      it's working!!!!!!!!!!

    • ClonEnforcer

      9 years ago

      hey i think for my character i am giving you creative liscence with the name you know cause you seem to be quite good smiley0.gifsmiley1.gifsmiley0.gifsmiley1.gif

    • SamuraiSnake

      9 years ago

      Oh dear god.. No rum?!

    • Kagome04

      9 years ago

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      scary isn't it?

    • SamuraiSnake

      9 years ago

      sure did

    • ClonEnforcer

      9 years ago

      awww did you see my other suggestions smiley0.gifsmiley1.gifsmiley0.gifsmiley1.gif

    • SamuraiSnake

      9 years ago

      yes

    • ClonEnforcer

      9 years ago

      hey are you writing or something smiley0.gifsmiley1.gifsmiley0.gifsmiley1.gif

    • ClonEnforcer

      9 years ago

      So what do you think. he should probably be a mysterious background and a stealth user you know lockpicker thief make people fear him type smiley0.gifsmiley0.gifsmiley1.gifsmiley0.gifsmiley1.gifsmiley1.gif

    • ClonEnforcer

      9 years ago

      other than that it sounds cool

    • ClonEnforcer

      9 years ago

      I don't think he should be in armor besides maybe like leather then smiley0.gifsmiley0.gifsmiley1.gifsmiley1.gif Maybe his knives should all have skulls on the pummels smiley0.gifsmiley1.gif

    • ClonEnforcer

      9 years ago

      Thats cool smiley0.gifsmiley1.gifsmiley0.gifsmiley1.gif

    • ClonEnforcer

      9 years ago

      wierd ass comment that guy left smiley0.gifsmiley1.gif

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