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She laughs, an evil, clearly not practiced, laugh.
"You ever killed a Kraken? A Leviathan? A Scylla? Because believe me, they're real."
The Misadventures of George and Crew
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"You ever killed a Kraken? A Leviathan? A Scylla? Because believe me, they're real."
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She laughs again, her voice slightly louder as she speaks again.
"Could you swim with the Charybdis? Resist the Sirens song?"
She pauses, and smiles.
"Let's just be glad they're on our team ay?"
She winks at him before sitting on another barrel.
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"And lets hope we won't need to call for them, they could make a mess." He smirks back at her, "Though I stand by what I said, fish or apples for the rest of our Journey. Wish I had some wine." He clutches at the air and remembers the two barrels of it he left behind
*she looks at him with slight confusion, confrontation in her voice* why are you trying to be nice all of a sudden? we were trying to kill each other moments ago and yet you're find with me staying in close proximity? thought you'd try and get rid of me as soon as possible..some strange pirate you are.
"My philosophy as a pirate is everyone should be free and everyone can be free. I had to calm you down so as to put you in the right position to be able to make that choice. Free or not to be free, that is the question." George says his words calmly whilst preparing for any eventuality that may come his way.
I always thought pirates were like those in the books in the village. evil doers that pillage, kill and rape every place and every person they meet, while going around in fancy costumes...you just don't fit what I expected...and in response to your 'philosophy' ,There is no such thing as freedom. it's a myth lead on by the illusion of free will. *a hint of sarcasm and sorrow in her speech*
another piece in someone else's game. You are always under control of someone or the environment around you. you may not see it, or think it. but there's probably someone watching and pulling the few strings they need to lead you on a specific path, all the while making you think you've made the decision..
"Wow, you're a piece of work aren't you? That village really messed with your mind... They destroyed your sense of freedom so as to keep you in your prison." George's voice was sympathetic in tone.
visitors are interesting. *and edge appearing in her voice, one that doesn't appear...normal, as she continues to glare at the floor* no two the same. each had different looks, were doing different things...and had different screams...
312. *still staring at the floor* three hundred..and twelve. mostly surfers, fishermen, pirates..many who survived wreckages...three hundred and twelve. but why you two were okay...I don't know.
*through her break she was tensed, as if ready to attack, but she relaxed as the silence continued and looks up at him from her seated position, her tone more hushed but less psycotic*...why did they let you two live?..why are you special? after 312...why you?