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    "And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights I always win"[/fancypost]


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    Alfred looked down at his wooden sword that Arthur had handed back to him, his face reeking with defeat. He looked up at him with a slight frown "But I want seconds..." he mumbled, but quickly decided not to fight it. If the captain said he wasn't getting seconds, then he wasn't getting seconds. The young American made his way to the Dinning Hall, following closely behind the Englishman. Once he stepped into the rather messy room, the smell of cinnamon hit him like a punch. The scents only made him more irritated that he wasn't allowed to have any more than one serving.




    The blonde boy went and got his serving of porridge, getting a little more than the average amount, and went over to the tables to try and find a spot. A head full of blonde hair, just like his, caught his attention, Mathew. The Canadian boy was indeed his brother, but were raised away from each other. Though, they had been reunited not too long after they were found, making their brotherly bond grow quickly. He sat down across from Mathew, the same side that Arthur was on, and started shoving his mouth with huge spoonful's of porridge. Alfred occasionally looked up to look at his brother, but decided to focus on his one and only serving. After finishing almost all of his breakfast he decided to start talking to Mathew "So, you planning on doing anything today?" he asked, scraping the last bits of his porridge into one last spoonful.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "One night watch the world unite. Two sides, one fight and a million eyes"[/fancypost]


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    The Spaniard nodded to Lovino "Just put your bowl away, I'll be ready in a segundo." he told the teen, looking back at Gilbert and Francis. Antonio sat up to look at the doorway suddenly as the pirate captain walked into the room. He greeted the man with a bright smile "Buenos Días, Arthur!" he welcomed him. His boot started tapping the plank covered deck as he was stuck at the table, listening to the captain, instead of going over to practice with the Italian. The Spanish man let him finish whatever he had to say before speaking up "[i]Sí, I will be there, but I have go práctica with Lovino." he got up slowly, holding his bowl in one hand.




    Antonio made his way over to the sink and gently placed his bowl inside of it. He then met back up with the Italian, nudging him with his elbow "Where would you like to practice? I can shoot better than you wherever the place, so it doesn't matter to me." he taunted him, a smirk following his playful behavior. Carriedo enjoyed any activity that he got to do while accompanied by the Italian. He made everything into an intense competition, but also added some fun to it.
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    "One day you'll leave this world behind. So live a life you will remember"[/fancypost]


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    Matthias' eyes seemed to have been sewn open, as he couldn't believe what had just happened. A shark just tried eating me... A shark. First the taking dragon and now a shark. he thought, his hands falling to his sides and then back on the wooden deck. After a few seconds of a quick recovery, he looked up at Lukas wanting to thank him, but then there was an eerie sound coming from the ocean that he was just pulled away from. Since he was still sprawled out on the floor he couldn't have seen over the railing. When the Norge had told them to get to the center of the ship, the Dane knew something was wrong. He pushed down on the floor and got to his feet, getting the same look at the ocean that Lukas was getting. The shark wasn't the focus anymore, but a giant sea serpent was.




    "Well, it looks like we're having calamari tonight, boys!" he cheered, feeling a rush of excitement. Usually, a monster attack wouldn't be the must fun situation to be in, but it was just the place Matthias would've wanted to be.




    At the mention of weapons his trusty axe came into mind. Now this axe wasn't your normal chopping-wood kinda axe. This particular weapon was almost as tall as the Dane himself. With a size like that, he couldn't sheath it on a belt. So instead he kept it under one of the wood planks that opened by putting weight on one end, just like a seesaw. Matt searched the deck for soft spot on the deck frantically, and when he heard the particular creak he pushed it down with his fur boot. Just a planned the plank flipped up and hidden under it was his shinning silver and black axe. The Dane reached down and snatched it up, holding it like a hockey stick.




    The serpents body seemed to go through mini portals as different parts of its snake-like body kept appearing in different places around the dragon-led ship. Matthias' fingers gripped the handle of his weapon tightly, looking down to see his knuckles white as snow. He glanced over at Lukas, giving him a small grin "You ready, Luk?" he asked rhetorically, then looked towards the Icelander "Emil, grab a sword, the more people hitting this thing the more damage." he called out, raising his voice into more of a scream as the splashing of the ocean water took up most of his hearing. "I want someone at the top and at the rear," he called out, pointing at the front and back of the long and skinny boat "I'll take the middle. Whatever you can hit, take advantage of. I want this thing dead before lunch." he looked back at the two Nordics with a maniac like smirk. A gust of wind blew briskly that sent the Danish man's blonde hair become messier than it was in the first place, adding emphasis on the 'maniac' part.




    Sure the Dane wasn't always bright and with the program, but put him into a battle and he would pull through like the true leader he was. It must've been his determination as a fighter that led him to be the viking captain, as it seemed never ending. Most guys would coward away or take a hit or two, Matthias enjoyed every punch, hit, or cut that happened to him or his opponent. But now was time to prove it true. "Lad os gå, tæve…" he sneered, his icy blue narrowing into a glare.




    Now, was the fight.




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    "I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word"[/fancypost]


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    This voyage was quite possibly the most dangerous that they'd ever embarked on. This was the Immortality Crystals they were talking about! A while back, Kirkland had heard a legend of a mysterious hidden island with acidic pools and deadly creatures and deep caverns filled with treasures. None of that was what piqued his interest, however. What piqued his interest was the said crystals that were found somewhere on the island. Whoever came into contact with them would become immortal. If his crew could find those...




    Captain Arthur was ripped from his thoughts and brought to the present. He had finished his porridge, but he did not stand up. He looked at Feliciano first and thanked him.




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    "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"[/fancypost]


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    "Tomato-sucking idiot. I can a-shoot both your eyes out with one a-bullet from a mile away and you know it, you Spanish b*stard," Lovino argued loudly as he made his way to the deck of the ship, Antonio in tow. He stopped near the place where he'd been shooting earlier this morning, several barrels and bottles still unused. He wasn't sure how the Spaniard wanted to go about practice, but it didn't matter so much to the Italian. He could shoot anything! Usually, he shot at gulls or bottles. He had a better idea, however...




    Pulling out a tomato from the kitchen, Lovino tossed it in his hand, an idea forming his head.




    "Stand a-still right here," he instructed, gesturing for Antonio to stand with his back against one of the ship's masts. Once his friend had gotten into position, Vargas took his tomato and balanced it atop the tanned brunette's head so that it sat atop his messy brown hair. He hoped that Antonio got what he was trying to do. If he were to miss the tomato for whatever reason at all, then the bullet would hit Antonio in the head and knock out his brains. But anyone knew that Lovino wouldn't miss. Besides, he wouldn't hit Toni. He hoped that the Spanish man was aware of that.[/fancypost]


    [c]Shiroba



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    "Take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head"[/fancypost]


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    "You idiots better not die on me, or I'm going to personally rip you to pieces myself," he stated. His hollowed voice was subtly laced with something else. Excitement? Adrenaline? Not fear. Lukas would not show fear. Not now. He gripped his swords tighter as he nodded briskly at Matthias and Emil. Perhaps this could be the last time he saw either of them. His last words to them would be calling them idiots. That was the way to go down in history. Heeding his Captain's orders, the Norge ran breezily to the stern, towards the bowsprit dragon head. His footsteps were airy and light, and after letting out one last heavy sigh, he started to fight.




    At the stern, Lukas was by the monster's head, though not for long. The thing kept changing positions, diving under the ship and appearing in different places. Half of its body was already curling its way around the boat, covering a portion of the front. He waited for the right moment to strike, when the creature's head was once again level to his position. Three... two... one... now! Bondevik raised both of his swords and lashed out. He swung his weapons, landing a hit across the serpent's wide maw. Blood spurted from the wound, spattering across the deck. He used the slight distraction to his advantage and launched another attack, thrusting his swords into either of the serpent's eyes as its head swung back and forth. The well aimed strike met its mark, and the Norwegian found himself digging both his weapons into the creature at all the strength he could muster. He quickly pulled out, feeling the monster starting to dive back under. He moved backwards to avoid its lashing tail as it whisked past, ducking narrowly. It seemed that his hits had done close to nothing. The creature did not need its eyesight to sense the vikings. It had its nose. Its horrible gnashing fangs.




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    [c]Shiroba


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    "One night watch the world unite. Two sides, one fight and a million eyes"[/fancypost]


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    Ooc: waiting for Mathew and Emil to respond for my other characters




    Ic: Antonio followed behind the Italian, realizing after that he had gone to the same place he was practicing at earlier that day. He stood still, letting whatever Lovino had planned to have him carry it out. The next thing he knew he was leaning against the mast with a tomato balancing atop of his messy hair. He wanted to take the tomato off and start eating it, but that would defeat the purpose of what ever Vargas was trying to accomplish. "Okay." he told him with a small grin, the Spaniard still didn't really realize what was happening.




    He took a moment to piece it all together, figuring out that the tomato and gun would most likely be related. His green eyes widened with the sudden breakthrough his mind made "You better not shoot me, Lovino!" he warned, the Spanish man's voice went from cheerful and laid back to anxious and a little but frightened. Though, when had he ever see the Italian miss? Through the whole ship ride here, there hadn't been one time that a bullet was misplaced at the hands of Lovino. Deep down, he had total confidence in him. On the outside, not as much.
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    Short posts until I'm out of school for the day, sorry.


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    Feliciano looked up as he was finishing his his porridge. "Grazi captain." He stated, smiling then nearly choked at his suggestion. "Oh, umm, no no, that's not necessary, I mean, you already work so much and making food for so many people is hard!" He stated quickly.




    He had tasted the Captain's cooking, and it was possibly the worst tasting meal he had ever had. It was an agreement with almost the whole crew that Captain Kirkland should never cook, Feliciano being one to agree.
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    Matthew looked up at his brother, not surprised that he ate the large serving of breakfast so fast. He himself had finished his porridge. He was about to go place his bowl in the sink when Alfred asked him something.




    "No, nothing really. Maybe read a book..." He answered. Honestly, if it weren't for the book, he would have done almost nothing. He was quiet for a moment then asked; "Why, were you gonna do something?"
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    ©madame kevin
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    ic: Emil didn't really see clearly of the events that follows, first Matthias attempted to catch a shark and the next a giant sea serpent appeared, looking very angry. And now they have to fight it. He didn't really bothered to look frantic, instead he felt burden by it. This isn't happening to me. He thought, burrowing a frown as he gazed up as the serpent lunging forward to strike.


    He turned his head as the captain shouted orders and asking him to join the little skirmish. Emil hesitated, weighing some possibilities as he leave to get a sword for himself. Watching Matthias and Lukas handling pretty well on a couple rounds, he quickly headed to the armory, seizing a suitable weapon for him. Lightweight but effective.


    When he came back, he didn't went full on into the battle. Emil stood there, looking for the right moment to attack, quickly noted that the serpent rely on its nose to track down each individual. Maybe if there's something to block its scent and it's possible to end the fight without any injuries. It's crazy, but it's a plan. "Could anyone give me a lift?" Emil asked, not taking his eyes off from the serpent.


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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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    "And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights I always win"[/fancypost]


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    Alfred placed his spoon against the bowl and shrugged "Not anything in particular, messing around with Arthur or Francis could be fun though. You in?" he asked, his blonde cowlick falling into his face. The American pushed it away and leaned back in his seat, glancing at the captain and his second hand crew. He could hear faintly the mention of a meeting and after lunch, perfect for his plans. "If you are planning on joining me, I say we crash their meeting." he grinned brightly, his blue eyes wide.




    Alfred was known prankster, or just joker in general. Sadly, that made him bring the shy and innocent Mathew into it. When he got into trouble occasionally, his brother was spared, but sometimes he was thrown into the blame. This led to the young American begging the Canadian for forgiveness and endless sorry's. The outcome of this time's prank was unknown, and Alfred was excited to find out what it would be.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "One day you'll leave this world behind. So live a life you will remember"[/fancypost]


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    Keeping the double speared end of his axe towards the ground, he watched the dramatic battle that had Lukas taking out the sight of the towering serpent. Although, sight was the only thing taken away from it, as it's anger and aggression were still on an all time high. The serpent then slithered away, back into the ocean, leaving the Norwegian panting and weak. Matthias turned and gave him a small thumbs up before whipping his head around to a huge golden and bloody eye, with a snake like slit instead of a pupil. With a sinister like smile, the Dane lifted up his weapon to the monster's eye, knowing it couldn't see. Then, like hitting a baseball, he whacked his axe right to the side of it's skull with amazing power.




    After retracting his axe back to his side, the monster aimed to take Matthias down with its whip like tail. Like almost everyone in a situation like that, he was caught off guard. The tail slammed into his gut, taking him down to the deck, clutching his stomach. The wild blonde remained unresponsive on the wooden floor, but after letting a few seconds pass the viking captain was back on his feet. With a knee knelt on the ground, he dipped his hand down and grabbed his axe. "You want to try that again? I'll be here all day!" he yelled at the monster, feeling his fury rise as fast as his opponent reacted to him. Right as it tried to knock him out with his tail once again, the Danish man hit his axe against the scaly tail, making it look like a hockey player take a slap shot. His hit had left a deep incision, dripping crimson over the wooden planks and Køhler's armor.




    The blood-curdling screech of the beast echoed through the endless ocean. Thankfully, the pain that the captain had brought sent the serpent back into the ocean, leaving him to bet where it would turn up next. Matthias' arms dropped to his side, his axe acting as a cane for him to keep his balance. His normal vivid blue gaze seemed to get dull as he watched for the monster to pop up again. "Luk, wherever this dragon pops up I want you to get to it. A couple more hits to this thing and it'll be down." he called to the Norge.




    A flash of silver made him look at the direction it came from. Matt didn't know if the silver flash came from the Icelander's hair or newly-found sword, but it definitely caught the wild blonde's attention. Right on cue the serpent came rising like the sun behind Emil, adding to the already dramatic scene. When he asked for 'a lift' Matt was the first to answer. "Ja, I'm comin' buddy." he announced, starting to sprint over to the Icelandic man, his heavy legs slowing him down. Once he made it over he raised an eyebrow, his blonde hair ruffling about and in his face as the ocean air rushed through the ship. The red and white flag that guided the ship thundered as the breeze pounded against it. "What are you planning to do?" he asked before lifting him up. The Dane wasn't too quick on picking up on things, much less in the midst of a battle.
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    [c]Shiroba


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    ((Waiting))
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    Matthew stared at his brother for a moment. He was about to tell him how outrageous the idea was, they could get in trouble! But on the other hand, he was curious, and listening never hurt anybody, right? He hesitated a moment then nodded. "Alright... But if we get in trouble, don't blame it on me like last time! I had to wash the dishes..." He told him seriously.




    He was somewhat... glad... that he and Alfred were actually going to do something. Usually, the Canadian barely had anything to do, and honestly, almost anything was better than doing nothing. He was quiet for a moment before he thought of something.




    "What if they make us stay with one of the Italians? I don't think they'll trust us enough if they're holding a meeting and we just happen to have nothing to do." He reasoned. Honestly, this might not be the case, but thr adults may think that the brothers would get in to some trouble.
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    ©madame kevin
    #maddiewashere

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    "I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1206.cur),auto;]The Captain raised an eyebrow at the cook, but then shrugged. Why was it that none of his crew would allow him to make any food? Sure, they complained that it was 'deadly' and was 'food for the fish', but it couldn't be that bad. English food was traditional, and Arthur liked it, so it had to be decent!




    "Oh well then. Maybe some other time," he responded to Feliciano. He knew that the Italian was just trying to be nice. He gave the younger man a small smile before setting his dishes in the sink and walking out of the kitchen. He had a bit of preparing to do before the meeting. He still had to work out their plans after reaching the Bermuda Triangle. There were countless stories about that area. About how ships went and never returned... and the blood-thirsty sirens and sea serpents... the monstrous storms and typhoons. The accounts were endless. Arthur was one to believe in superstition, so he had to take all of those possibilities into consideration when making the plans.




    He entered the office, carefully shutting the door behind him before taking out all of the maps and old books that he needed for his work. They would reach the Bermuda by morning...[/fancypost]


    [c]Shiroba



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    "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1221.cur),auto;]Lovino guessed that Antonio knew what the Italian was getting at. To increase the stakes of 'accidentally' shooting his friend in the brain, Lovi backed as far away as he could from the mast, which was almost on the whole other side of the ship. From this far, he couldn't really make out the Spaniard's facial features and could only see his bright clothing and messy, chocolate brown hair. And, of course, the vivid red tomato.




    "Alright, you jerk. Time to a-prove you wrong," Lovino muttered, almost to himself. Drawing both of his pistols, he twirled them between his fingers to make a show, finally leveling both of the pistols to his line of sight. Before firing, he spoke again, this time loud enough for Antonio to hear.




    "Flinch and you need to a-do my chores for today, got it!" he proposed with a smirk. Usually, when it came to these things, his Spanish friend never back down. Sometimes, when they were practicing with swords instead, Lovino would be the one doing Antonio's chores rather than the other way around.




    Without any heeded warning, Lovino shot three bullets in a swift motion, switching his aim and position for each one. The first had been set to land right next to Antonio's head to scare him, if that could be possible. The second shot was aimed in between Antonio's fingers, for the Spaniard's hands were very spread apart and there were wide gaps between each. The third was made for the tomato.




    Each one met its mark, two bullets lodged in the mast. One near Toni's head and another between his fingers. The third had smashed through the tomato, the fruit/vegetable bursting upon impact. Lovino pumped a fist into the air and pocketed his guns, walking confidently back to Antonio.




    "I didn't a-hit you, see, Antonio!"[/fancypost]


    [c]Shiroba



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    "Take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1218.cur),auto;]The Norwegian breathed very heavily, but nonetheless, he raced to the opposite end of the ship, his arms at his sides and his swords flashing through the air. He arrived at Emil and Matthias's aid, watching as Matthias prepared to launch his younger brother into the air. What was that Icelander trying to do? Lukas raised his sword and prepared to fight with his friends, but a sharp pain in his right arm stopped him.




    So he hadn't completely dodged the attack from the beast. A deep gash near his shoulder left the sword feeling heavy in his hands, and gradually, he came to the conclusion that his shoulder had dislocated, but had popped back in on impact. It wasn't a bone-crushing pain, but it was eminent enough that Lukas had to ditch his second sword and put it back into his belt holster, instead having to opt for a much less effective pistol. He didn't like to use his pistol, but in a time like this one, he had no other choice since he couldn't use his second sword. Holding a gun in one hand, and a sword in the other, the Norge took in a sharp breath, shoving away the pain, pushing it aside and ignoring it. He couldn't feel that now. They still had a sea serpent to kill.




    He waited to make his attack, wanting to see what Emil had in plan. Right now, all that Lukas could do was stay poised with his sword at ready. He leveled his pistol to his eyesight and fired with it, since the creature wasn't in close enough range to do any damage with his sword. Bullets riddled themselves into the monster's face, embedding inside its mouth, its bloody holes of eyes. Some lucky ones were shot straight into its nose, which had this been a different situation, Bondevik could have made a snarky remark about it.[/fancypost]


    [c]Shiroba


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    "And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights I always win"[/fancypost]


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    Alfred smirked mischievously at the agreement his brother had made to join him on his little mission. "Oh yeah... Sorry about that. I promise I'll take all blame." he pounded his fist on the wood table for emphasis. The America might have 'promised', but there was no way he would ever keep it. Maybe he would come out and tell that he should get full blame, but who would believe that. Sure Mathew was cute and innocent when alone, but put together with the less-quiet American they were a force to be feared.




    "Hmm..." he looked down at his hands that were still in fists "Well, then we have to make it look like we are doing something." he pointed out. Alfred looked around himself to find something that could help him think of a good excuse "Maybe we could be washing the dishes, just like you said you did for your punishment." he said in a hushed whisper. Francis, Gilbert, and Arthur were still in the room. If any of them found out what they were doing they would be dead meat.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "One night watch the world unite. Two sides, one fight and a million eyes"[/fancypost]


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    The Spaniard let out a heavy sigh as he watched Lovino keep stepping back, almost to the point where he couldn't even see him anymore. Although, he could. A mop of auburn brown hair stood out against the clear sky like a cherry in a bucket of blue paint. "De ninguna manera, Lovi" he spat back "I will do it." Antonio gripped the mast tightly, his fingers spread apart to help let some heat escape. Beads of sweat went down his tan cheek and his green eyes where peeled open. It was practically a fifty-fifty chance, and those aren't always good numbers to have in the stake of your brains spilling out.




    Small flashes of silver caught his wide eyes as the Italian flung out his twin pistols. Antonio was caught up by just watching the quick and almost showy way that the guns were pulled out that he was caught by surprise of how quickly the bullets were released from the barrel of the gun. Bang! the first bullet went right next to his head. It wasn't until after the bullet was pierced next to his head, giving him a slight haircut, that he got nervous. "LOVINO." he yelled angrily, but before he could continue another bullet flew right between his middle finger and pointer finger. Antonio kept his head still, but looked down at this fingers to make sure they were still in tact. He wiggled them and took a deep breath. His head, and then his fingers, what would be next.




    The final showdown. The tomato and Lovino's last bullet. The Spaniard's heart was thundering against his chest and drips of sweat came rushing down his hairline. Antonio let out a small whimper as he watched the last bullet pierce through the air and right into the bright red tomato. It was over. He was alive. Except, when the tomato was shot it's red insides fell all over his messy cocoa brown hair. Small seeds were scattered around his face along with the juice. When the now excited Italian came back over to him he frowned at him. "No, but you almost did!" he growled at his friend. The Spanish man put his hand in his tomato covered hair, and made sure if was covered with the juice and seeds. Antonio reached over and rubbed the tomato insides into Lovino's hair, chuckling as he did so.
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    [c]Shiroba


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    Feliciano nodded. "O-oh, don't worry about cooking, you don't ever really need to do it. He said the last part quickly with his usual smile.




    After a few moments, he finished his breakfast and went to place it in the sink. Luckily for him, porridge wouldn't stick to the bowls, although it was a bit messy to polish off the remaining food off of the dish. He stayed in the kitchen near the sink, not exactly looking forward to cleaning.
    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://i1302.photobucket.com/a…c786ef3c.png?t=1420256741); background-position: center; overflow: auto; width: 150px; height: 220px; border-radius: 0pt 25pt 0pt 0pt; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px;][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://i157.photobucket.com/al…03_221056_zpsb1b9c408.jpg); background-position: center; overflow: auto; width: 150px; height: 220px; border-radius: 0pt 0pt 0pt 25pt; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#f9f0df; border: 4px double black; overflow: auto; width: 150px; height: 220px; border-radius: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px;]Matthew Williams
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    Matthew didn't really trust Alfred's promise, mainly because he usually doesn't keep them, but he shrugged It off. "It's okay, and I can take a little of the blame." He told him, since he felt an almost sense of guilt just thinking of his brother actually taling all the blame. It wasn't like he was exactly innocent, either. He had gotten in plenty of trouble from time to time, even though it was mostly when he was with his brother.




    The Canadian nodded in agreement, and inwardly groaned at the thought of doing the dishes, again. "I will ask Feliciano if we can. I don't think he'll suspect anything..." He whispered back, glancing at the cook.
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    ©madame kevin
    #maddiewashere

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    "I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1206.cur),auto;]Arthur took out a quill and ink bottle, pulling an enlarged map of the Bermuda. He had already drawn out the pathway to the island, where he'd drawn a giant 'X' where he'd located the island. He'd had to translate some Latin coordinates, which was very difficult considering that nobody on the ship knew Latin well enough. Luckily, at their last port, the Captain had been able to acquaint with a man at the tavern who knew it and was able to. So, he had discovered the island's location. That was a definite plus. He didn't exactly want to wander the Bermuda forever. He'd heard plenty of tales about sailors going lost at sea or drowning in a horror storm. The Bermuda was dangerous, and if the Rogue's Revenge was going to make it through safely, they'd need all the bravery they could muster.




    Besides, if they could make it to the stone... they'd be able to live forever. Never die of old age. He could be 23 forever. He could be surrounded by Alfred, and Matthew, and all of his friends (even the frog) for his whole life and become whoever they wanted to! This would be a life or death journey, and Arthur had no intention of dying.[/fancypost]


    [c]Shiroba



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    "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1221.cur),auto;]Lovino smirked widely as the Spaniard looked at him with wide eyes. The Italian's rare smile turned into a small laugh as Antonio scolded him for nearly hitting him with the gun.




    "Si, but I a-didn't!" he pointed out, not so grumpily for once. However, his shot moment of content vanished when Toni smeared some of the burst tomato into Lovino's auburn hair. He scowled as the juice and seeds seeped into his hair and down his face, leaving trails of red. "You *ss hat! You better a-wish I'd shot you!" he exclaimed in an irritated tone as he grabbed another tomato from a crate nearby (why that was on deck in the first place is a mystery). A small smirk crossed his features before the Italian hurled it at Antonio, chuckling lightly at his antics. He stopped laughing, sniffling and putting on a serious face.




    "Ok, ok. Enough of the crapola now. I a-need to practice swords," the Gunman said. At swords, Antonio definitely was better than Lovino. [/fancypost]


    [c]Shiroba



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    "Take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head"[/fancypost]


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    [c]Shiroba


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px;][align=left][font=times new roman][size=9pt][color=black]Francis took his time to finish down the meal, savouring every last bit of the porridge. Or least he tried to. He took notice of the surrounding around him, especially Alfred popping in magically. He found it fascinating this mischievous young adolescent likes to sneak around these days. Besides, he wouldn’t be bothered by Alfred sneaking in or out or other devious little plans. There’s something about the meeting sometime later on the day, perhaps the treasure thing again? Arthur seems to know how to drop by and leave a vague announcement. Or was he wasn’t paying enough attention.


    It irked him a bit, knowing that rosbifs took all the glory. He was the one who helped and pinpoint the location of where the crystal is, spending countless nights figuring everything out. Though, he had to give Arthur some credit, he's the one who manage to decipher all that Latin by himself. Which made Francis think further about the Bermuda Triangle. Mysterious but yet familiar. He heard some stories about lost ships, ravaging serpents, mournful sirens, quite a hefty list to run down. He could spend hours retelling the stories, if most of them were true. If all of them were true to its words, then he had to see them to believe.


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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style:; font-size: 12px; color: white; margin-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane! Drop our anchors in a storm.[/fancypost]
    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px;][align=left][font=times new roman][size=9pt][color=black]Gripping tightly around the hilt of the sword, Emil pushed down his worries, narrowing his eyes towards his target, the creature. With the heavy mist condescending down to the ship, it's hard to see through, locating will be a slight challenge for him. The monster reared, sending another wave of water over to the ship.


    His clothes was damp and sulked heavily, already shivering from the cold. Distracted from the dampness and how heavy he weighted all the sudden, Emil nearly died when the monster swept its tail across the deck, jumping out of the way just in time. He was pretty sure there was a gash on his upper arm, glancing over to make sure there wasn't any critical injuries, just to make sure.


    Searching wildly around the deck, Emil sighed in relief as he spotted Lukas was still alive and well. Dropping the urge to ask if he's managing fine, he turned towards the source of the voice. He nodded, jerking his head towards the serpent. "Try to agitate it further, I may able to grab onto its tail or something for a lift." Emil instructed as he untied his bandana from his head.


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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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    "One night watch the world unite. Two sides, one fight and a million eyes"[/fancypost]


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    Antonio enjoyed watching the Italian's short moment of happiness, it was almost infectious. Although, after his little tomato scene, Lovino brought back his grumpy expression. After having a tomato hurled at him, the Spaniard knew Lovino wasn't angry with him.




    The tomato on the other hand, pounded him in the chest, but didn't explode like the other one. The red fruit fell into his hands, so Toni decided to take a bite out of it. He walked back over to him while eating the tomato "If you would have shot me, then you would be friendless," he smirked at him while taking another bite. "But as your alive amigo, I'd be happy to duel." he chirped, swallowing the rest of his tomato. Antonio pulled out his gold and silver sword, it's blade shinning brightly in the sunlight. He leaned on it like a cane "Do you own a sword?" he asked, wondering if he had to go and find and extra one among the mess that covered the Rogue's Revenge




    Everything said about the Spaniard's sword skills were mostly true. Sure, he was great with the bladed weapon, and won a few battles here and there, but he wasn't anything incredibly special. The Captain was much better than him, but a sword was the Brit's main weapon. Antonio liked the accompaniment of his axe rather than the sword he brought everywhere. Although his mediocre sword skills, he knew he could easily beat Lovino in a small duel.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights I always win"[/fancypost]


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    "Great," the American smiled brightly, anxious carry out their scheme "Except, don't make it sound like I want to. No one would believe that." he pointed out, wanting to make sure nothing could ruin their plans. It was better to overthink things like these than rather to go into it single handedly. Anything could wrong at any moment, and the only thing you could do was to hope. It seemed like that was also true for the whole voyage in the first place. Though he would never say it out loud, Alfred usually laid in his bed at night thinking of all the monsters Arthur had warned him about. The American usually overthought it, his brain forcing him to think that a serpent was swimming in the sea right under the ship, but that was too crazy to be true. Monsters weren't real.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "One day you'll leave this world behind. So live a life you will remember"[/fancypost]


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    "Agitating things is my specialty," Matthias grinned wildly, turning to look at the Norwegian "Right Luk?". A little humor seemed necessary at the time. It was way too serious for the Dane's likings, although he was dealing with Lukas and Emil. They were probably the most serious people he had ever met, well Berwald too but he was currently still asleep [ however that was possible ]. They were on a viking ship, and their main goal was to stop the pirates. That was probably every kids dream, and yet they were living it! Sometimes, you just had to bring your inner kid out, and Matthias lived by that philosophy.




    Resting his staff like axe on his shoulder, the wild blonde raced over to the side of the ship as the serpent surfaced again. How long had they'd been fighting this thing? It felt like overnight, but that didn't mean Matt was tired. If anything, he was as excited and full of energy as ever. He swung his axe at the scaly body of the monster, staining the metal axe a dark crimson. Matthias continued to give the beast a few more wacks, enjoying the adrenaline each gave him. The monster snarled and screeched, sending him back into the ocean to regain it's power. The blonde Dane turned around to Lukas, signaling for him to come over "C'mon, two weapons are better than one." he yelled to his friend.




    Seconds later the monster surfaced once again, it's once shining teal scales were now covered in a layer of blood. It gave it an even more frightening appearance than it already had. Though, imitation wasn't a problem if you were a man named Matthias Køhler.
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    [c]Shiroba


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    Feliciano was about to start working on the dirty dishes when a certain blond came up to him, muttering a quiet "Excuse me." The Italian looked up, almost not noticing the young boy standing behind him.




    "Ah, Matthew. Did you come for another serving?" Questioned the cook with a smile."No, Cpatain Kirkland told me to tell you that Alfred and I need to do the dishes today... We.. erm..."Feliciano waited a moment for the Canadian to continue. He saw right through the fact that the boy appeared to be trying to think of something. "Oh! We raided the storage. So, you don't have to do the dishes..."




    The Italian looked at him for a moment, then smiled a bit wider. "Grazi, I'm sorry you have to do them, but an opportunity to take a nap for myself is now present." He stated, then pointed out what materials to use to clean the dishes.
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    Matthew nodded and got up to talk to the Italian cook. He quietly got the other's attention, although he.noticed that Feliciano had almost overlooked him. He shook his head when the older boy asked him if he would have liked another serving, and instead 'explained' to him that Matthew and Alfred would take care of the dishes.




    After getting a happy reply from the Italian, he went back to where his brother was, and picked up his bowl. "I don't think he suspected anything..." The Canadian told him. Honestly, the boy felt guilty for lying at Feliciano's face, but he also understood that what was done was done. Although he didn't shake off the nagging feeling that he shouldn't had lied...
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    ©madame kevin
    #maddiewashere

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    "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"[/fancypost]


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    "Of a-course I do, you *ss-hat," the Gunman responded, pulling out a sword from his belt. It wasn't anything super fancy, just a plain old sword that he barely used since he kind of sucked at using one in comparison to his gun skills. He took the handle in his hands, turning it a few times before getting into the stance that Antonio had taught him in the past. Gulping, the older Vargas held his sword level with his shoulders. He decided to strike first, swinging his blade forward in an amateur attempt to attack. Antonio was reasonably talented at a sword, though he was more so with an ax, but Lovino had still had never beat the Spaniard in a sword duel. [/fancypost]


    [c]Shiroba



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    "Take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head"[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-left: 5px BORDER COLOR double; border-right: 5px BORDER COLOR double; height: 300px; width: 280px; margin-top: -20px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;cursor: url(http://ani.cursors-4u.net/anime/ani-13/ani1218.cur),auto;]Lukas drew in a few heavy breaths as the monster reappeared on the other side of the ship. Once again rushing to his friends' aid, he turned to both Emil and Matthias as he waited to strike.




    "Matthias doesn't even need to try to agitate anyone. He does it anyways," he pointed out blandly, raising his sword as he kept his eyes on the monster as its body came close enough to land a few quick slashes. Man, this thing seemed indestructible. He hoped that Tino and Berwald made it on deck soon, unless they had been killed by the monster already. Then when this was all over, the five of them could all sit in a merry circle and drink beer and eat lingon berries. Great. The Norwegian swallowed and shot a sideways glance at his younger brother.




    "What's your plan, little brother?" he asked, pointedly using the term 'little brother' on the Icelander.[/fancypost]


    [c]Shiroba



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px;][align=left][font=times new roman][size=9pt][color=black]Emil drew his breath to even paces, trying to recollect his thoughts. He cursed silently to himself, trembling on how menacing the monster looked. Underestimating the actual size of the monster, nausea swept over him, knocking his breath away.


    For a moment he forgot how to exhale, taking in the terrible sight. Another second passed as the monster swiftly gained its speed, hurling towards the ship. Fumbling the sword in his hands which apparently slipped out from his grip, Emil hoisted the blade and snugged it under his sash, secretly hoping it would stay in place.


    He shot a miffed glance at Lukas when the word that always bothered him has a way coming back again. ”Make sure we don’t die today,” Emil grunted a reply, shifting his gaze quickly back at the monster and positioned himself into a stance, readying himself for the impact. Then he thought of something. Berwald seem to be a heavy sleeper and missed a lot of action. He heard a scream behind him, but he didn’t bother to look back.



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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px;][align=left][font=times new roman][size=9pt][color=black]Amelina huddled closed the pile of boxes, leaning against the wooden crate. She absentmindedly twirled around the spoon, picking up the spoon and dropping it just to hear it clatter differently onto the floor. When it’s a bore to her, Amelina stood up, brushing away the dust on her trousers before she headed toward the dining hall or anywhere she preferred. Across the way, she heard chatters about the Bermuda triangle and the fact that they are almost there makes her blood boiled with excitement. Finally she could get off this ship, eager to venture around the island. If it's an island.



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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh