Pirate Roleplay

[Joanna]

This is for the pirate roleplay that has been floating around school. Enjoy.

[cristina]

There was once a pirate who did pirate stuff. In fact, he did this pirate stuff so well his name was completely forgotten, and he was simply known as "pirate stuff'. On the day he died his remained were carted off and buried, without knowledge of a surename his crew engraved "Pirate Stuff" upon the headstone. Some time passed and the mourning had all but been remembered, and it seemed ol' Pirate Stuff had a knack for leasing his being to oblivion. Thus, on a fateful morning a pirate strolled by and, inspecting the stone, cried "WOAH, 'TIS BE MY SHIZ!" For, lo and behold, scribed upon the stone were the simple, incomprehensible words "pirate stuff". "Stuff for a pirate and I pirate be I!" The pirate grinned. However, there were other pirates about too because life is just that convenient, and they too demanded their ownership over the "Pirate Stuff". Hours passed and the air, staled and malodorous with the stark cloy of alchohol that reeked in their spit and quibbles a shot was fired. Then another, and another amoung 'yaars' and 'm'heartys' alike. As the daylight reached the hill the sunlight was smeared and stained by the bloodshed and became a red dawn. The hills glistening with vermilion dew shined as rubies do, and gleemed, eerily, about the bodies and cloves of the reaches of the hill in chains and tassles of morbid jewels, sparkling and dazzling about the facade of a humble grave. Modest, firm, warmed by the sunlight, somehow clean of the massacred night, but wore its spoils like a crown. Dazzling, lovely, glinting gems and bestowing a horrid majesty upon the pirate of legend who, as before in his life, was once again cloaked in jewels.