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I come along and, noticing this is back, and I jump on board. I throw you over the ship and sail away. Classic.. I'm Captain Of The Ship!
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#32
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I hide away in the cargo hold until nightfall and set you quietly as you sleep in to a lifeboat that drifts you out to sea. Goodnight, sweet prince!
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#33
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Del has to go away on an urgent mission. I commandeer the ship.
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#34
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Smooth. I throw a grapple hook over and miss. You laugh, but fail to notice that it's attached to your leg. I pull, pulling you into the sea and I get in the ship.
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Alas, I had been hiding on the ship, disguised as a simple crew-mate ever since you all started fighting over the rank of Captain. After you're nice and slow from a big victory meal, I start a mutiny against you, with all of the crew on my side. My mutineers and I string you up from the rigging and then whack you with sticks like you're a pinata. Then when you're knocked out, we throw you into the ocean with a cannonball strapped to your bootstrap.
And I stole your rum too. Who dares challenge CAPTAIN Tiberius Fireskull? |
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#36
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Wait, Tib didn't say ICOTS. ICOTS... Heh.. I'll still show what I wrote though. NOOOO!! NOT MY RUM! Tib, your going to pay my friend. You didn't realize that that food that you and your mutineers ate was poisoned, as the ship cook was on my side and, hearing what would happen, he tainted all your food. It took a while to set in, but now that it has, you all feel very very sick. I come aboard, disguised as another mate in the crew, and throw each and every one of you overboard. Before I throw Tib over, I steal my rum back, and take some of his good rum, and take tainted rum to study.
ICOTS twice!!! |
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#37
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I snuck in to poison Tib's rum, and now you are very seasick over the railing. I, meanwhile, come and push you overboard.
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#38
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I, being completely immune to poison due to my associations with Monsters that are related by blood to me, only pretended to be ill from the poison. After you threw me overboard, I was able to hitch a ride on the back of a sea turtle and get back to "your" ship. Not-for-long-Captain Hector was sitting in his cabin working on some charts when I smash him on the head with some of my toxic rum, which also ruins his hair and burns his scalp due to its highly acidic properties. I then Keelhaul him once for good measure, and throw him overboard.
That was a mouthful... ICOTS |
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#39
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While you're telling that story in The Faithful Bride, I steal the ship and sail away from Tortuga with it.
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Well, as knowing any pirate that I know is attracted to the ladies, I talk of a trade with Hammy. Girls for the ship. You agree.. As I am leaving, I hit you upside of the head, throw you off the dock, and sail away with the ladies.. Thats right.
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#41
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I am disguised as one of said girls and when you're too full of rum to pay attention, I hit you over the head and you fall into the ocean.
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#42
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See, I know many people. So when you come in to restock on food, rum, and such, I put out my handsome cousin for you to see.. You fall in love, run away, and I jump aboard and sail away.
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#43
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I come aboard your ship and we agree to flip a coin over who gets the ship. I flip the coin, and send it straight into your windpipe. As you're choking to death, I throw you overboard and sail away. You can keep the doubloon.
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#44
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You realize that that was your lucky doubloon and jump off the ship in search of it. I take over.
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#45
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But then your crew wanted to vote. I said i'll give away all my rum(strangly I hate the taste.) And sailed away, into a time, that is not happening. Icots.
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