Hello dear world - I love you so.I'm asking for your help.
I want to make a masterpiece.
Just tell me what you think.
A story my friends.
At the moment called nothing more than: The Pirate Story.
A Dialogue - advance critique?Captain - “Oi! I’ll not have wee lasses crawling about me ship!”A Dialogue - advance critique?
Girl - “I would request a position on your ship as first lieutenant, or first mate rather."
Captain - “Such a request should be supported by equal qualification.”
Girl - “As it is of course.”
Captain - "Continue.”
Girl - “Nosey. I’ll have you know I’m over-qualified for your pathetic vessel, and-”
Captain - “I am the captain of said pathetic vessel, and you’ll not flap your lips so whilst thou are upon it.” *h
Advance critique pleases. Starr waltzed down the muddy streets towards the docks, intent. She had waited three long days for the opportune moment of retreat. She had packed her belongings and those of her brother the same night as she had been approached by those two men. She hadn’t been afraid of them, as grimy and unrefined as they appeared. She’d noticed them, as she sang that night, they’d actually listened intently to her performance rather than merely becoming drunk, although she noted most men upon consuming as much ale as they would have been quiAdvance critique pleases.
The Hello - advance critique?The dock was nearly empty of any other humans. Dorkus watched the city. Where is he, where are they? She had been waiting for hours and they had been here for days. She grumbled angrily to herself as she paced the deck. They should be back, they knew it was urgent that they go swiftly. As she looked again to the city, she saw a man walking towards the docks, a tall man, dark hair. She stopped, her eyes not moving from him. He walked on down the dock, stopping at a small vessel. No he is not one. She slumped into her hammock and stared up at the bright sky. Her patience was growing thin. Only ten men - ten boys. Her crew would never be rebuiltThe Hello - advance critique?
Pirate
