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Astro
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Throughout history, there have been Pirates. Pirates who dominated the seas, robbing and killing without relent. Militaries set out to kill and stop them, but no one could stop them. After failing continuously, the countries stopped sending men to their death, and anyone who tread Pirate waters were entering at their own risk. No one would save you out on the seas. If you can't stop them, join them. Or fight them. It's all your choice.
Tallissa swung down onto the deck of her ship 'The Fireball' grinning wide. Her ship was at port while her and her crew were enjoying a little break. They had just gotten back from a great run down the british coastline. Her crew were sitting on the deck, playing cards, drinking, and having a good time. They listened to the group of guys that played music on the ship. She looked around her ship, taking in what she had accomplished. The sails were a deep blood red, with orange fabric flames curling up the sides of the sail. Her ship was a dark wood, polished usually.
Tallissa herself wore brown trousers tucked into knee high leather boots. Her top was a loose, long sleeved white shirt. She chose not to wear a hat, and her midnight black hair was braided and slung over her shoulder. Her eyes were different colors, one was light grey and the other light green. She walked lightly across her deck, smacking her crew on the back, and drinking out of their cups. After doing a bit of socializing with her crew, she went into the Captains quarters. She had maps to review, and their next journey to plan. Her crew was easy going, and thats what made them such a force. They worked better together than any crew she's had before. All of them fought well, and all of them were friends.
She sat down at her desk, pulling out her maps. She took her hair out of its braid running her hand through her hair and pulling out her pen. The open sea was a dangerous place, but there was a ship going to the New World, full of supplies. And supplies are worth money. She smiled and planned. This would be easy.
Tallissa swung down onto the deck of her ship 'The Fireball' grinning wide. Her ship was at port while her and her crew were enjoying a little break. They had just gotten back from a great run down the british coastline. Her crew were sitting on the deck, playing cards, drinking, and having a good time. They listened to the group of guys that played music on the ship. She looked around her ship, taking in what she had accomplished. The sails were a deep blood red, with orange fabric flames curling up the sides of the sail. Her ship was a dark wood, polished usually.
Tallissa herself wore brown trousers tucked into knee high leather boots. Her top was a loose, long sleeved white shirt. She chose not to wear a hat, and her midnight black hair was braided and slung over her shoulder. Her eyes were different colors, one was light grey and the other light green. She walked lightly across her deck, smacking her crew on the back, and drinking out of their cups. After doing a bit of socializing with her crew, she went into the Captains quarters. She had maps to review, and their next journey to plan. Her crew was easy going, and thats what made them such a force. They worked better together than any crew she's had before. All of them fought well, and all of them were friends.
She sat down at her desk, pulling out her maps. She took her hair out of its braid running her hand through her hair and pulling out her pen. The open sea was a dangerous place, but there was a ship going to the New World, full of supplies. And supplies are worth money. She smiled and planned. This would be easy.