Post by Daystar on Apr 1, 2005 9:59:34 GMT -5
(The plot thickens...Enter Mari's infamous "ship". )
Mari nodded, sidestepping to allow her friend access to the outside world. Then she strode carefully out a little farther, her eyes darting about warily for signs of the redcoats. When no annoying lobster-backs showed their ugly mugs, the pirate breathed a sigh of relief and turned to her bird, tugging his tail feathers impatiently.
Rawk…whatcha want, bloody torturess?! He assailed her ears, flapping angrily and turning to examine his hind end.
‘Cuda snatched the Rove’s beak and held it, meeting his eyes sternly. I need y’ t’ do summat. An’ be sharp ‘bout, y’ overgrown mattress. Her tone brooked no nonsense, and the quarrelsome bird quailed a little, his beak moving only to ask:
Whadda I git, ka-ra-cock?
Mari resisted the urge to cuff him with her hat and answered gruffly, Y’ should be askin’ what y’ don’t git, lousy buzzard. Y’ don’t git a trip t’ the fryin’ pan if’n y’ do wot I’m askin’ y’. So do it! Then, realizing she hadn’t actually told the loud-mouthed avian what it was she wanted him to do. So, leaning into his feathered side, she whispered, Go find m’ boat, bird. Y’ kno’ th’ one.
With a wink, the cackling parrot lit off her shoulder and disappeared into the skies over the harbor, several feathers falling from his battered wings and landing among the white-topped breakers that eternally assaulted the shoreline. Mari waited eagerly for his return.
Rawk…whatcha want, bloody torturess?! He assailed her ears, flapping angrily and turning to examine his hind end.
‘Cuda snatched the Rove’s beak and held it, meeting his eyes sternly. I need y’ t’ do summat. An’ be sharp ‘bout, y’ overgrown mattress. Her tone brooked no nonsense, and the quarrelsome bird quailed a little, his beak moving only to ask:
Whadda I git, ka-ra-cock?
Mari resisted the urge to cuff him with her hat and answered gruffly, Y’ should be askin’ what y’ don’t git, lousy buzzard. Y’ don’t git a trip t’ the fryin’ pan if’n y’ do wot I’m askin’ y’. So do it! Then, realizing she hadn’t actually told the loud-mouthed avian what it was she wanted him to do. So, leaning into his feathered side, she whispered, Go find m’ boat, bird. Y’ kno’ th’ one.
With a wink, the cackling parrot lit off her shoulder and disappeared into the skies over the harbor, several feathers falling from his battered wings and landing among the white-topped breakers that eternally assaulted the shoreline. Mari waited eagerly for his return.