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[paradisamods]

[And, quite suddenly...

You're holding your journal. If you already were holding it, congratulations. If you weren't... you are now! Somebody wants your attention.

And get this: it's empty.

The old one's kicking around somewhere, but for now, look at what Paradisa gave you!]

Comments

[shipper_on_deck]

The only time I would run to anybody in tears would be if an ogre ripped my arm off and if I hadn't died from blood loss and shock yet.

[grin] Otherwise, you'd definitely be the one I look for when I need a shoulder to cry on. Your ability to empathize with me is the balm I need for my broken heart.

[disciplines]

Oh, I'll bet it's comforting to some unmentionable part of you.

[Rubbing her temples and sighing]

You know, if you put this level of effort into some other endeavor, you could do good, so why focus so hard on this?

[shipper_on_deck]

Gold and giggles, sweet thing. Doing 'good' would hardly get me what I want.

[disciplines]

There's more to life than coin, you know. There's a lot of things that won't ever buy you.

[shipper_on_deck]

[she hardly wants to be bought. Again.]

And how else am I supposed to keep score with the other pirates?

[disciplines]

Score? Is piracy a game now? Besides, you know all I could tell you honestly is to hoard the better weapons and train your crew in using them better than the others. Think about it; you could just take anything they had if you could out-man them.

Seems like a lot of work for so little reward, though.

[shipper_on_deck]

Out-man, out-maneuver, out-speed, out-think. My sailors were top-notch, thank you very much.

[a pause] Well, after I weeded out a few bastards here and there.