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Breathing in a deep lungful of ocean air, you allow yourself a moment to relax on the docks of Krawk Island. Around you sailors are hustling to load and unload cargo before nightfall. Miraculously, no one runs into you which surprises you since you can't even walk into the Toy Shop in Neopia Central without getting bowled over by busy people. Maybe years of working together in close quarters gives them more practice in avoiding collisions then the average person.
The noise of laughter and cheerful banter catch your attention and you look around until you find the source. In one of the larger ships docked, various sailors wearing clothes ranging from the usual ragtag pirate garb to ball gowns are leaning over the rails of the ship, dumping all manner of fruits into the sea. In the water below the ship aquatic neopets are laughing and playing, catching the fruits as they bob to the surface and tossing them to friends on shore. Children are weaving in and out of the adults, munching on oranges and pears.
Shrugging, you wonder just what sort of odd ritual was going on, but then quickly put it out of your mind. After all, no one really knows what those Krawk Islanders are ever thinking. You pick up your bag and take a minute to glance at the scroll in your hands. You are hired. Meet me at the ship The Terror of the Seas at 7:00 am sharp! You're right on time. Glancing up, you began to feel a tinge of worry as you realize the "Terror of the Seas" is the same ship which seems to be tossing fruit to islanders. With hesitant steps, you make your way down the dock and up the gang plank and onto the deck of the busy ship. Immediately a light pink royal lupe wearing pirate clothes practically throws herself into your face.
Hello an' welcome! This be me ship, Th' Terror o' th' Seas. Take off them muddy shoes this instant or be prepared t' keel haul th' plank! This t'ain't yer ever' tide buccanneer adventure an' I dasn't pay ye t' make a mess, I pay ye t' harvest fruit. Now look alive, lad, we're settin' sail in jus' a wee few minutes. Hoist th' anchor, Precious! Iceburg, starboard ahead! Full speed! Aye, I sense a north-north-easternly wind in our favor an' me magical orange be glowin' jus' starboard t' lead us t' th' citrus! Let's go! In shock you stand there with your bags around your feet staring at the lupess who is now shouting in your face. It's obvious this is Lilllihana, the one who wrote to hire you.
Excuse me, miss, but I am-
I didna ask ye what yer name be. I know who ye be. An' I be nay "miss" I be Captain Lilly t' ye!
Er, right, Captain Lilly.
That's a good lad. Now follow me an' I'll be showin' ye be ye'll be sleepin', eatin', an' workin'. With that the lupess strides off, leaving you scrambling to follow her. As she leads you through the ship you find yourself face to face with all number of pirates scrambling to follow her orders, whatever those were. You can't quite make any sense of just what she was talking about.
Captain Lilly, you never quite told me what I'm being hired to do, you point out as you tag along.
Well I be thinkin' 'twould would be obvious, ye're bein' hired as a buccaneer an' ye're goin' t' help me gather citrus.
Citrus fruits?
Aye citrus, be ye daft? Look, she instructs you, pausing. Turning to face you, she pulls out from her pocket an orange snow puff which glows faintly in her palm. This be a magical glowin' orange. It told me if I gather all th' citrus o' th' world an' heave em on into th' ocean that eventually th' waters will taste like lemon lime soda. I do adore lemon lime soda.
Mouth agape, you stare in disbelief. She honestly thinks that orange snow puff is a magical glowing orange? A sudden movement below you knocks you to your rear, but you barely notice it in your shock. Captain Lilly lets out a peal of laughter. Here we go! Get up an' look alive, thar's fruits ou' thar in them isles, arrr on th' sea. We've got t' get them nay matter what. Arrr! That's our code, take what fruits ye want an' pay a fair price t' acquire them from others! ARRRRRRRR!
Around you, the ragtag sailors join their captain in a round of "Arr'ing" and yelling about fruits. Somehow you think this is going to be a very long, confusing trip.
The noise of laughter and cheerful banter catch your attention and you look around until you find the source. In one of the larger ships docked, various sailors wearing clothes ranging from the usual ragtag pirate garb to ball gowns are leaning over the rails of the ship, dumping all manner of fruits into the sea. In the water below the ship aquatic neopets are laughing and playing, catching the fruits as they bob to the surface and tossing them to friends on shore. Children are weaving in and out of the adults, munching on oranges and pears.
Shrugging, you wonder just what sort of odd ritual was going on, but then quickly put it out of your mind. After all, no one really knows what those Krawk Islanders are ever thinking. You pick up your bag and take a minute to glance at the scroll in your hands. You are hired. Meet me at the ship The Terror of the Seas at 7:00 am sharp! You're right on time. Glancing up, you began to feel a tinge of worry as you realize the "Terror of the Seas" is the same ship which seems to be tossing fruit to islanders. With hesitant steps, you make your way down the dock and up the gang plank and onto the deck of the busy ship. Immediately a light pink royal lupe wearing pirate clothes practically throws herself into your face.
Hello an' welcome! This be me ship, Th' Terror o' th' Seas. Take off them muddy shoes this instant or be prepared t' keel haul th' plank! This t'ain't yer ever' tide buccanneer adventure an' I dasn't pay ye t' make a mess, I pay ye t' harvest fruit. Now look alive, lad, we're settin' sail in jus' a wee few minutes. Hoist th' anchor, Precious! Iceburg, starboard ahead! Full speed! Aye, I sense a north-north-easternly wind in our favor an' me magical orange be glowin' jus' starboard t' lead us t' th' citrus! Let's go! In shock you stand there with your bags around your feet staring at the lupess who is now shouting in your face. It's obvious this is Lilllihana, the one who wrote to hire you.
Excuse me, miss, but I am-
I didna ask ye what yer name be. I know who ye be. An' I be nay "miss" I be Captain Lilly t' ye!
Er, right, Captain Lilly.
That's a good lad. Now follow me an' I'll be showin' ye be ye'll be sleepin', eatin', an' workin'. With that the lupess strides off, leaving you scrambling to follow her. As she leads you through the ship you find yourself face to face with all number of pirates scrambling to follow her orders, whatever those were. You can't quite make any sense of just what she was talking about.
Captain Lilly, you never quite told me what I'm being hired to do, you point out as you tag along.
Well I be thinkin' 'twould would be obvious, ye're bein' hired as a buccaneer an' ye're goin' t' help me gather citrus.
Citrus fruits?
Aye citrus, be ye daft? Look, she instructs you, pausing. Turning to face you, she pulls out from her pocket an orange snow puff which glows faintly in her palm. This be a magical glowin' orange. It told me if I gather all th' citrus o' th' world an' heave em on into th' ocean that eventually th' waters will taste like lemon lime soda. I do adore lemon lime soda.
Mouth agape, you stare in disbelief. She honestly thinks that orange snow puff is a magical glowing orange? A sudden movement below you knocks you to your rear, but you barely notice it in your shock. Captain Lilly lets out a peal of laughter. Here we go! Get up an' look alive, thar's fruits ou' thar in them isles, arrr on th' sea. We've got t' get them nay matter what. Arrr! That's our code, take what fruits ye want an' pay a fair price t' acquire them from others! ARRRRRRRR!
Around you, the ragtag sailors join their captain in a round of "Arr'ing" and yelling about fruits. Somehow you think this is going to be a very long, confusing trip.
Captain
Name: Lilllihana aka Captain Lilly
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 165
Eye Color: Turquoise
Hair Color: Brown
Fur Color: Pink
Reference Image:
You want t' know more about me? I dasn't know if ye can e'en handle me! I used t' be confused, thinkin' I be some sort o' royalty. I imagined a whole family fer myself wi' servants an' horses. Somehow in me broken mind, I created a life. In me imaginary world, me father be th' king. He be a harsh man who wanted everythin' exactly how he wanted 't an' would kill ere who stood in his way. One tide, in me imaginary world, he be killed while we be ou' visitin' our lands. Th' kingdom be thrown into a power struggle as thieves an' other low lives started t' come ou' o' th' woodwork. They began t' kill off all heirs t' th' throne in an attempt t' take o'er th' kingdom. I imagined I ran off wi' me quartermaster an' spent moons runnin' an' hidin' t' keep myself safe from th' members o' th' underworld who would kill me fer me crown.
O' course, none o' this be real.
One tide, I woke up. I looked around t' find myself in a filthy gutter, covered in dirt, an' utterly alone. 't be then that me mind finally "woke up." I felt so lily livered that I had spent so many voyages wrapped up in me dream world an' that I had forgotten who I really be. Who I be.
I be born on a ship an' raised on th' sweet ocean winds an' th' feelin' o' a deck below me feet. When I be old enough, I left me parents t' join a crew o' me own. Eventually, I saved up enough o' me own t' buy me own ship. Me comrades an' I set sail an' spent many yeas huntin' fer treasure. We sailed t' isles, arrr wi' nay names an' explored area that others had only heard stories o'. On one isle, arrr, I found me destiny.
It be nestled in between some rocks an' a palm. I almost missed 't, since 't be so covered in overgrown grasses, but I saw its faint glow. A magical orange. Me magical orange. I picked 't up in me paws an' held 't t' me ears. Then 't spoke t' me. 't told me what t' do. "Gather all th' citrus fruits an' toss them in th' ocean. 't will make a tasty drink," 't told me. I obeyed. Fer voyages, me crew gathered citrus fruits an' filled th' ocean wi' them. We grew t' be feared in th' world. 'ere we sailed, nay citrus be safe.
Then one tide, me ship be bashed t' pieces on some rocks hidden jus' below th' surface. I be thrown t' shore an' knocked me hade, which be what I b'lieve started th' whole delusion that I be a princess.
Luckily, th' good sea goin' folk in th' village I woke up in be kind an' tookst a likin' t' me almost instantly. After a night o' hearty celebrations, they told me the'r captain had ran off t' join in some civil war an' they had nay way t' pay fer the'r ship. 'twas goin' t' be th' end o' the'r journeys. They be havin' t' get jobs as farmers or merchants. O' course I be horrified, I couldna let that happen t' me new shipmates. In me pockets, I found some booty that must be havin' survived me ships crash. I use 't t' buy the'r ship an' hired them all on th' spot.
Now here we be. Jus' sailin' th' seas. Huntin' fer citrus.
Captain's Log
Day 1:
Today I decided to start this "log". Well, it's a journal really but the ship captains call journals logs, you see. Oh I'm getting ahead of myself, look at me already mentioning the ship captains. That's not how I intended to start this journal out. Log. Anyway.
Today was quite the day. My father decided that it was time I visit South Port with him today. I must admit, I was a little hesitant at first to go with him, I've never been quite so far out of the castle walls. That he will know about anyway. But those trips I do make on my own are never to a place with such a dangerous reputation. Regardless, I didn't have much of a choice, the King gets what he wants and it's better if you don't make such a fuss about giving it to him. So I didn't. I packed up and left with the royal caravan about three days ago.
The trip itself was rather uneventful, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit excited to be traveling out as Princess Lilllihana instead of Lilly the Flower Peddler. I've never been able to walk as my true self among the peasants in the villages, they will either rob me or send me back to my father, depending on how honorable they are. To not have to hide, to be able to sit tall on my horse and wave and smile, to be able to wear my hair up and jewels on my brow, it was a good feeling. While I don't typically enjoy wearing much jewelery, it really does make me feel special on occasion.
All the rumors I've heard of cut throat villains frequenting taverns with women of ill repute are rather inaccurate I must say. For the most part, it was just dirty. There was dirty everywhere. Swept into street corners, under mats, it seemed like the salt and sand from the sea got into even the smallest of cracks, then grew and multiplied. There was no keeping it out, it got into everything.
There was people who looked as though they could have been cut throats, certainly. Burly men who smelled strongly of sweat and grime wearing tattered clothing. Some even had missing fingers, teeth, and eyes. At one point, the captain of the guard, Thomas, road alongside me. He informed me that they were just ordinary people trying to scrape together a living. I've never read a thing about sailors in our library. Maybe it's just too ordinary of a topic to spend any time writing about.
Regardless, he explained to me that sailing jobs are seasonal and the demand for sailors depended on the demand for shipping. If there was nothing to ship, there were no sailors being hired. So the sailors work hard in between trips trying to make money with whatever skills they may posses. It seems like a hard life, but I'm glad Thomas was there so I wasn't afraid of the men. Usually he doesn't accompany the royal procession, but stays at home to keep the troops under control. It would have been quite rude to be afraid of someone just because their profession is a rough one.
Today I decided to start this "log". Well, it's a journal really but the ship captains call journals logs, you see. Oh I'm getting ahead of myself, look at me already mentioning the ship captains. That's not how I intended to start this journal out. Log. Anyway.
Today was quite the day. My father decided that it was time I visit South Port with him today. I must admit, I was a little hesitant at first to go with him, I've never been quite so far out of the castle walls. That he will know about anyway. But those trips I do make on my own are never to a place with such a dangerous reputation. Regardless, I didn't have much of a choice, the King gets what he wants and it's better if you don't make such a fuss about giving it to him. So I didn't. I packed up and left with the royal caravan about three days ago.
The trip itself was rather uneventful, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit excited to be traveling out as Princess Lilllihana instead of Lilly the Flower Peddler. I've never been able to walk as my true self among the peasants in the villages, they will either rob me or send me back to my father, depending on how honorable they are. To not have to hide, to be able to sit tall on my horse and wave and smile, to be able to wear my hair up and jewels on my brow, it was a good feeling. While I don't typically enjoy wearing much jewelery, it really does make me feel special on occasion.
All the rumors I've heard of cut throat villains frequenting taverns with women of ill repute are rather inaccurate I must say. For the most part, it was just dirty. There was dirty everywhere. Swept into street corners, under mats, it seemed like the salt and sand from the sea got into even the smallest of cracks, then grew and multiplied. There was no keeping it out, it got into everything.
There was people who looked as though they could have been cut throats, certainly. Burly men who smelled strongly of sweat and grime wearing tattered clothing. Some even had missing fingers, teeth, and eyes. At one point, the captain of the guard, Thomas, road alongside me. He informed me that they were just ordinary people trying to scrape together a living. I've never read a thing about sailors in our library. Maybe it's just too ordinary of a topic to spend any time writing about.
Regardless, he explained to me that sailing jobs are seasonal and the demand for sailors depended on the demand for shipping. If there was nothing to ship, there were no sailors being hired. So the sailors work hard in between trips trying to make money with whatever skills they may posses. It seems like a hard life, but I'm glad Thomas was there so I wasn't afraid of the men. Usually he doesn't accompany the royal procession, but stays at home to keep the troops under control. It would have been quite rude to be afraid of someone just because their profession is a rough one.
Crew
Precious
Name: Precious
Age: 5 (in Kepru years)
Species: Kepru
Home Country: Lost Desert
Fur Color: Pink
Job: Navigator and Pilot
Joining Story:
I pilot a pirate ship.
I know what you're thinking. "How does a petpet of her size get to drive a pirate ship? She's just a little Kepru, she's not even from Krawk Island?!" Well, perhaps I should explain before you really freak out.
It all started one day when I was digging up dubloons in the sand under Coltzan's shrine. The sun was beating down and my collar was heavy around my neck, but I toiled away all the same, trying to move with the sun so the shrine would cast a shadow down upon me. It was tough work, and rare to find even a single dubloon, but a petpet without a pet doesn't really have many options. Suddenly, a loud voice shouted from behind me, a loud and harsh, yet still female voice.
Hello thar, ye wee cute thin'! Would ye like t' come wi' me on an adventure?"
Turning, I found before me the oddest pet I had ever seen. She was wearing pirate's clothing, but I could tell she wasn't painted pirate because her fur was a pleasant lilac color and on top of all her rough clothing, she proudly displayed a royal crown and necklace. Needless to say, I was shocked. The best I could do was flounder in the sand and manage to sputter out, "Um, what, an adventure? Me?"
Aye, a grand adventure! We're goin' t' go catch us up some citrus fruits an' toss em in th' ocean. Eventually th' sea water will taste like Lime Elixir an' Sour Lemon Slushie. So be ye in?"
Lemon... lime... I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand."
You dasn't need t' be understandin' a thin'! Can ye steer a ship?"
All there was for miles around me was sand. Sand, sand, and more sand. I hadn't seen a ship in my whole life, yet the lupess seemed dead serious. "Well, no," I admitted, hoping she's leave me alone so I could go back to digging dubloons, yet at the same time, strangely interested in what she was doing here.
Perfect! Ye new name be Precious. Now off we go! Hoist th' anchor, Precious! Iceburg, starboard ahead! Full speed!" Then she turned around, pointed at the horizon, and began marching away. For a moment, I froze, unable to comprehend what was going on. She wanted me to come with her? And she had given me a name? I hadn't ever had a name before or a pet to take care of me either. Then a faint stirring came from within me. I was sick of digging dubloons for no money, sick of the sand, tired of being alone. And while this lupess seemed to be a bit crazy, it was crazy in a harmless way. With that decided, I dashed to catch up with her.
Three weeks later we had reached the coast where a pirate ship was waiting to pick us up and I, the lonely Kepru from the Lost Desert, got to steer. Sure, I wasn't so great at it at first, but Lilllihana, my crazy pirate lupe queen, is teaching me. Soon I'm sure I will be one of the best pirate ship operators in all of Neopia!
Name: PreciousAge: 5 (in Kepru years)
Species: Kepru
Home Country: Lost Desert
Fur Color: Pink
Job: Navigator and Pilot
Joining Story:
I pilot a pirate ship.
I know what you're thinking. "How does a petpet of her size get to drive a pirate ship? She's just a little Kepru, she's not even from Krawk Island?!" Well, perhaps I should explain before you really freak out.
It all started one day when I was digging up dubloons in the sand under Coltzan's shrine. The sun was beating down and my collar was heavy around my neck, but I toiled away all the same, trying to move with the sun so the shrine would cast a shadow down upon me. It was tough work, and rare to find even a single dubloon, but a petpet without a pet doesn't really have many options. Suddenly, a loud voice shouted from behind me, a loud and harsh, yet still female voice.
Hello thar, ye wee cute thin'! Would ye like t' come wi' me on an adventure?"
Turning, I found before me the oddest pet I had ever seen. She was wearing pirate's clothing, but I could tell she wasn't painted pirate because her fur was a pleasant lilac color and on top of all her rough clothing, she proudly displayed a royal crown and necklace. Needless to say, I was shocked. The best I could do was flounder in the sand and manage to sputter out, "Um, what, an adventure? Me?"
Aye, a grand adventure! We're goin' t' go catch us up some citrus fruits an' toss em in th' ocean. Eventually th' sea water will taste like Lime Elixir an' Sour Lemon Slushie. So be ye in?"
Lemon... lime... I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand."
You dasn't need t' be understandin' a thin'! Can ye steer a ship?"
All there was for miles around me was sand. Sand, sand, and more sand. I hadn't seen a ship in my whole life, yet the lupess seemed dead serious. "Well, no," I admitted, hoping she's leave me alone so I could go back to digging dubloons, yet at the same time, strangely interested in what she was doing here.
Perfect! Ye new name be Precious. Now off we go! Hoist th' anchor, Precious! Iceburg, starboard ahead! Full speed!" Then she turned around, pointed at the horizon, and began marching away. For a moment, I froze, unable to comprehend what was going on. She wanted me to come with her? And she had given me a name? I hadn't ever had a name before or a pet to take care of me either. Then a faint stirring came from within me. I was sick of digging dubloons for no money, sick of the sand, tired of being alone. And while this lupess seemed to be a bit crazy, it was crazy in a harmless way. With that decided, I dashed to catch up with her.
Three weeks later we had reached the coast where a pirate ship was waiting to pick us up and I, the lonely Kepru from the Lost Desert, got to steer. Sure, I wasn't so great at it at first, but Lilllihana, my crazy pirate lupe queen, is teaching me. Soon I'm sure I will be one of the best pirate ship operators in all of Neopia!
Gallery O' Arts
These be artworks created by me!
Treasure Be Here
Aye, these pieces be true booty. They be created fer me by other artists. One tide, when I feel like me journey be comin' t' an end, I'll bury these on a secret isle, arrr wi' an X t' mark the'r spot so that only them trusted wi' me personal treasure map can find them.
Decoys
These be wee decoys. If an enemy tries t' attack me, pow! They find they's self impalin' one o' these babies instead while I run t' safety.
Get yer scurvy rump ou' o' here! Run!
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