Post by Skeleton Key on Apr 16, 2008 17:10:15 GMT -5
I thought I'd give this 667 fic thing another shot. Let me warn you, I'm neither reliable nor committed. Lots of frock coats and tromping through mud in this. And horses and taverns and orphans. And if you post here, I might put you in the story after getting to know you better, hint hint.
People already in it: (counts cameos)
Nye
Phoebonica
Jemima
Skeleton Key
PJ
BSam
Songbird
Libitina
Shelly
Chapter One
The Captain and the Corpse
Captain P.J. looked out on the seas of Socius. If he squinted, he could just make out the continent of Livejournal and its smaller islands, and the land of Aim. The idyllic Gaia sat between them, covered with grass and full of flowers and insects. Dark Avenue was an island off the coast of Proboards. A very accomplished island, but still an island. Not many looting opportunities. Considering that he was a polite pirate, it was even harder. He didn't like to steal the gold of someone he might run into at the market later on. He'd have to get together a crew soon or he'd die.
A dot. A dot so small that, if the landscape were a painting, he would have dismissed it as a flyspeck. P.J. rubbed his goggles, but it was still there.
He whipped out his telescope and focused on the object. It was a small boat carrying a large steamer trunk. The boat was patched, wood and metal and even what looked like leather. Perched atop the steamer trunk, using what seemed to be a shovel instead of a pair of oars, was a thirteen year old girl with deathly pale skin.
P.J. took a swig of parsley soda out of his flask, and rested his elbows on the jagged rocks, hardly noticing when they tore rough, bacon-like strips out of his skin. It would be at least an hour until Gretchen reached shore, and he had one heck of a welcome present for her...
People already in it: (counts cameos)
Nye
Phoebonica
Jemima
Skeleton Key
PJ
BSam
Songbird
Libitina
Shelly
Chapter One
The Captain and the Corpse
Captain P.J. looked out on the seas of Socius. If he squinted, he could just make out the continent of Livejournal and its smaller islands, and the land of Aim. The idyllic Gaia sat between them, covered with grass and full of flowers and insects. Dark Avenue was an island off the coast of Proboards. A very accomplished island, but still an island. Not many looting opportunities. Considering that he was a polite pirate, it was even harder. He didn't like to steal the gold of someone he might run into at the market later on. He'd have to get together a crew soon or he'd die.
A dot. A dot so small that, if the landscape were a painting, he would have dismissed it as a flyspeck. P.J. rubbed his goggles, but it was still there.
He whipped out his telescope and focused on the object. It was a small boat carrying a large steamer trunk. The boat was patched, wood and metal and even what looked like leather. Perched atop the steamer trunk, using what seemed to be a shovel instead of a pair of oars, was a thirteen year old girl with deathly pale skin.
P.J. took a swig of parsley soda out of his flask, and rested his elbows on the jagged rocks, hardly noticing when they tore rough, bacon-like strips out of his skin. It would be at least an hour until Gretchen reached shore, and he had one heck of a welcome present for her...