A pirates rants

*that night killian didn't sleep well at all, he tossed and turned his dreams concerned him, they were memories from the past, a battlefield of old laid out infront of him, the fire from several buildings lit the immidiate area, he watched helplessly as several of his comrades were cut down, he woke screaming, and shot his wall putting a hole in it, he looked down at his daughter, she had not stirred with his waking good, he climbed out of bed fixed himself a cup of tea and put his coat on, he proceeded to write in his journal and look out his window before passing out again at his desk the empty flintlock laying harmlessly next to him his tea remaining undrank and cold*

Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: marylon manson - fight song

*killian strolled around the cabin of his ship the HMS Firehawk,he looked out the windows of his large ship watching the morning fog roll in off the water, his ship anchored on a lake near Tum Tum, a warm cup of tea in his hands, he had one of his crew men bring him his morning tea, he checked his logs and his maps again, he smiled at his daughter as she turred in bed, he had gotten up without disturbing her that was good, he walked over to his closet and grabbed out his red coat and put it on, no reason to not look professional even when you were relaxing, and besides it was cold today, he grabbed the pen from his desk and sat down to write in his log*
"the rain has not stopped for 3 days now, you'd think this storm would cease eventually, but alas it has not, at anyrate, my rounds through the duchy have been going smoothly, got a message today from davika on the interocitor, turned it off not wanting to hear her voice, i think i'll stay out this way for awhile there's a large lake to fish in and set the ships in, there's a wide forest to go hunting in and it would allow the boys some shore time, i know they've been missing it"
*his door eased open slowly and mr jones his first mate came in with a tray, another kettle of tea on it and some cookies*
"sorry to disturb ye admiral but i thought i 'ould bring ye a fresh pot an' somthin' fer the kid when she gets up. also today's newspaper thought you might want ta read it."
*mr jones placed the newspaper down along with the tray, the headline read "rain expected to last for next week" killian sighed and poured himself another glass, as mr jones left the cabin closing the door quietly behind him, killian got up and walked to the windo his cup in hand*
"by the gods will this rain ever cease"
*he seated himself again and went back to his writing*

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: dark angel apocalypse

ok so last night i was depressed i've given it alot o' thought, i aint goin' anywhere jus' yet especially with the information i jus' found out, duchess poppy renot apparently has locked her borders demanding a tax from all travellers an' those tha' don' pay are imprisoned imprisoned in a way no fae should be imprisoned thar soul is apparently taken an' stored in a jar or other such item, ta keep it safe til such a time as it needs ta be used, apparently one suh soul was used on william gordon, accordin' ta intelligence gathered from sources tha' shal remain nameless fer ye neva know who could be readin' this, she has a soul fer every kith, an' apparently one fer every noble house, well tha' jus' sounds pleasant now don' it folks.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: cradle of filth, Gothic romance

It's fairly apparent tha' i've upset quite a few people even people i care 'bout, i know wha' i must do at this point, an' i don' exactly like it, but i sail to meet my fate, my only hope is that someone tells my tale or sings my song fer i know i won' be around ta hear it, those people whom i've upset i apologize, i'm sorry lolly, i'm sorry i couldn't be better than what i was, i'm sorry that yer the only one i thought i could call friend but that nobody cared, and to my daughter sam, well i'm sorry i couldn't be there to see you grow up, i salute you all, i sail to meet my fate in hibernia.

Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: night wish - gothic sanctuary

i'm not sure how we got on the topic of assassinations an' offin' someone o' importance but it was quite amusing, johnny the damn li'l cat pooka, who's bloody fatha is none otha than duke ryknar said something tha' almost made me lose my composure " man what I wouldn't pay to see someone off my dad and my liege at the same time." now does this sound like black mail material or what? hmm do i hear money comin' my way i think so


Admiral Killian Firehawk

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Money talks _ AC/DC

You Are A Pirate!

Current Mood: complacent

Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me - We pillage, we plunder we rifle and loot

Drink up me hearties, yo ho We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot

Drink up me hearties, yo ho

Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me We extort, we pilfer we filch and sack

Drink up me hearties, yo ho Maraud and embezzle and even high-jack

Drink up me hearties yo ho

Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me We kindle and char inflame and ignite

Drink up me hearties, yo ho We burn up the city we're really a fright

Drink up me hearties, yo ho We're rascals, scoundrels villains, and knaves

Drink up me hearties yo ho We're devils and black sheep - really bad eggs

Drink up me hearties yo ho

Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads

Drink up me hearties, yo ho Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads

Drink up me hearties, yo ho

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: magdelena _ a perfect circle

i find myself going to extreme ends ta help out a child tha' i barely know yet took the liberty of adopting into my household, and my family. why? why should i help out this child, i don' have the slightest of clues on how to raise a child properly partially because i never got a child hood, but i guess taking her under my wing and raising her myself is much better than letting her go on alone in the woods, or being hunted by theodore, i swear he ever tries to kill my li'l sam again he'll find his life ended at the end of a blade.

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: cemetary gates -pantera

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between 2 "wolves" inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy,sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity,truth, compassion and faith." The grandson thought about t for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?" The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: greenday jesus of suburbia

Well aint this a fuckin' classic thing the pirate gettin' ambushed, an' the fuckin' sidhe bitch alexi has the odacitie to be upset with me 'cause i don' like her, well i wonder why, i didn' see her out thar defendin' the freehold no instead she ran, well fuck her one more notch on me belt fer being backstabbed by a fuckin' sidhe especially a house gwydion sidhe god i'm sick o' these fucks with thar high an' mighty attitudes 'bout how thiungs should be, screw off people i aint gonna stand fer it no more, an' i hope none o' the other caps will eitha

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: thunderstruck AC/DC

It took some time and lots of drinkin' i mean thinkin' on me part but i finally came up with a name fer this tank, and it's a very fitting name too atleast i think so, named her afta a german song

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Ramstein- feuer frei

pennons was enjoyable fer a bit atleas' i had fun the first couple o' days.
then came game time, the grand melee was different i deffinetly learned new ways o' fightin' atleast when it came ta otha fae. tyler says i'm the first one ta eva use a tank in the footrace, course i lost but i didn' much care fer winning after tyler was hanin' o'er the lava pit, the joust came around and tha' was just all sorts a weird right thar.
every night it seemed it was meself tyler, lolly, davika, billy, heroi and finnious hangin' out as some of the othas of me kith seem keen on puttin' it, revel, marco "jack ass" summer and kelly well they can take a long walk off a short peir fer all i care they seemed keen on not be aroun' us much, o' course marco i guess has a thing against redcaps and commoners alike, scatach sidhe can kiss me arse.

me an' billy seemed ta get along quite fine this weekend it was quite amusin' we didn' fight once.

o' course afta me conversation with marco i felt like eitha stranglin' somethin' or blowin' the eva livin' crap outta somethin' so here i am out in the desert with me tank, hey look that sand dune looks like a car hehehehe

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: feuer frei "ramstein"