Monday, April 30, 2012

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A pirate who’s vain attitude to discover the richest and precious cargo of wrecked whips across the seas, lead to endless scandal, battles and thieves of his rivals. The race of looting seemed impossible with the enemy taking the lead. Enough was enough so he turned his takings to his opponents. With this pirates trickery, he stole what was rightfully his though the raging storms at the resting city. With the tides turning and the wealth building, his rampage caused a lot of attention towards him and the treasure he was seeking. Rumours of his capture and death spread though the seas. With this new bounty above his head and the damming secrets spreading around the ship, trust was hard to give. The pirate was doubtful against his crew. His plan of escape and safety was about to unfold. A storm brew before their eyes, a giant octopuses came out and flipped the ship over… The pirate was trapped in the bows of the ship. Screaming and yelling not of the destruction, but his obsessive wealth and treasure were sinking in the depths. He cries and gargles for this sad scene, blinding him of the dangers. His stubbornness made him swim down into the golden surrounding, desperately snatching and plucking the gold from these cool waters. He arose in anger, screaming and cursing. “Graa! Curse you all! All you bloody dogs will suffer my rath and revenge!”- Crunches and cracks, snaps and splits of the hull.“Argh! Arggggh!” Clutching his heart the pirate fall over in double. “I need daaa peeee ramediks!!” “I have a heeeartattack! Can you people not seeeeee!!” 111 was called and the helicopter flew over like a bird to its baby birds. But  the weather let out a surprising KABOOM which left the helicopter squashed on top of the pirate “arggggh…” The pirate was shocked of this new technology. “A bloody moving demon from the Cracken?’ His idea of this made him think he was going to Davy Jones locker. With the rest of his strength left, he prepared for death. Reflecting his life, proud of his adventures, he regrets nothing and dies holding the coins in his hand.

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