Pirates of VMK: RPG

-Holds head and gets up enraged- What the hell was that for!?

-I put the scroll down-

It doesn't matter. It's in the past!

-Rubs my head cursing under my breath-

Aye I know, the past can hurt. But what I learned is that you can only run from it, or, learn from it

-I take a swing at her head with another scroll-

-Catches the Scroll and smacks it hard across his face-

-I laugh-

Ha! You see?!

-I put the scroll down-

-Looks at him- What?

You're learning from the past!

-Grabs the Scroll- By slapping you with it?

What? No!

-I throw the scroll back on the table-

You're learning from the past to not do a certain thing again, or in better terms, stray off the beaten track of destiny.

-Mumbles still sitting in the corner-

"I hope I kicked her right in her fat, prego stomach."

-Growls-

Alright.... So not to do another Negotiation again? -Slowly sits back down-

In a matter of speakin'

-shoots Alexa a glare-

What the hell are you still here for, girl? Go run along with your treacherous sister. The deepest circle in hell is reserved for traiotrs and mutioners

-Sits up again and glares at Alexa filled with rage, getting out pistol swiftly- What did you say?

-Puts pistol away and sits down-

I stare at Alexa.

-Stand up and growls-

"You heard me. I hope I kicked you RIGHT IN THE STOMACH."

-Stands up and walks out the door. Screams out loud then punches the wall outside.-

"Where am I supposed to go now?!?!"

-Screams again. Takes out pistol and shoots the door. STarts walking down the market growling loudly-

"She... has a attitude..." I said looking back at Captain and Dest.

(Thanks guys, I wasnt even gone 24 hours!! Goodness! lol)

-rushes in-
What the HELL happened in here?!!?
A girl goes to find some GOOD rum, and she comes to this?
-sighes-
Guess it doesnt matter.

-Stops and turns around and goes back to the door. Leans against the wall beside the door and closes eyes feeling sick from the heat-

Want me to help you or not? -Walks out beside Alexa- Just because I'm a Pirate doesn't mean I'm not nice.

-turns to Twi-

The girls couldn't control their emotions. They're too unstable for this business

-goes back to decoding the scrolls-

-Looks at her a frowns...-

"Sorry for kicking you. You were pinning my sister down." -Mumbles watching the ground-

"And what could you offer as help?"

And now everything makes sense..
-sees his hat and laughs-
I think you need a tailor.
Anyways, Want the rum or not?
-holds one out to him, then turns to Jack and Jones-
Hmm, Hmm?

Sure. Have a seat

-I offer her a chair at the long table while I continue to read scrolls and the Navigational Charts-