*drops dead* (J/K! )
ooc: pst...what's happening?
untill the 'elf' shot him...
"AAAGHH!" he shrieked, and limped into the light. It was...A HOBBIT!
"That was quite rude!" He yelled @ Elindilly.
ooc: oh the horror! Its turned into a Seany RP! *gaspz**faint*
So what exactally are us pirates doing..............since it seems Saruman has dissappeared until further notice? Are we going back to the ship or staying here? Going back to sea or staying on land? I have some ideas, but I dunno...
ic: Fyn heard Machia yelling at a hobbit. She shook her head, everyone got edgy when they were bored out of their minds. Fyn took up practicing knowing how there was something in front of her or how she knew who was who and where they were. So far, she could walk around this messy camp, and clean up, knowing where everything went and what everything was by the feeling. So far the camp was decently clean, blankets folded by the tents and the fire pits cleaned out. She made sure clutter was picked up off the ground. She tidied everything, making sure everything was in place. She was getting better at telling people apart too. Her heart had mended some, but she was still quieter than normal.
"Managing..." she said. "How have you been...besides the hobbit..." she asked. It was like her line, always making sure everyone was okay. She was presently folding a blanket.
"Arrr.. can't really complain... Jus' been doin' me normal duties... I jus' wish that we'd do somethin' besides sittin' here waitin' fer an attack, but the FF haven't had time fer a meetin' yet..." Machia watched as she folded another blanket... Then he adjusted his hat and said with a half smile... "Arrr... How long have ye been workin' Fyn? Ye were already up when I woke up this mornin'... Gar, I don't suppose that it be any use to try to convince ye to take a break from workin'... Even though every bit o' the camp be organized within an inch o' it's life..." Machia gave another half smile...
She smiled a little at the last comment. "That's my job..." she said, with a smile in her voice. "Everyone leaves things lying around...I pick 'em up. Plus when its organized, you can find things and spies easier."
Suddenly Machia appeared in front of the hobbit, grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him off of the ground... "Arrrrr!!!! Who be ye an' what be ye doin' here?" The First Mate growled, "Arrrrr.... Start talkin'!! We don't be takin' too kindly to spies in this camp..." The "click" of a pistol being loaded was heard right before it was pointed in the hobbit's face... "Gar, so I'd start explainin' everythin' to me... Who an' what ye are an' what yer doin' sneakin' 'round the camp stealin' apple pies... Arrr, stealin' apple pies be a major offense in my book..." Machia scowled at the hobbit, who's feet were dangling a good ways off the ground....
OOC-Sorry I took so long to respond...
IC-"AAAH!!" Shouted the hobbit. "PUT ME DOWN YOU RUFFIAN! I was invited..er,rescued by the King of Numenor! He said there'd be a ship to take me home...but he disappeared several days ago and I haven't heard word since!"The hobbit squirmed n' wriggled