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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Sept 6, 2017 1:36:57 GMT
Malvolio's real name was unknown, but Naomi knew he had been a Braavosi sailor once. He had suggested more than once that he had been a mutineer and a pirate, but on the Survivor, he was simply the navigator and helmsman.
He carefully steered through the rest of the fleet, while his Captain looked for her coveted prize.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Sept 6, 2017 1:40:47 GMT
"Careful now Mal", she grinned with the inward hope of seeing the ship of her father,"We don't want to damage anything while we're here. Tell me when you can spot her.." Turning to Whoreson,"So, the plan is we find her, we steal her and get the fuck out of here... With as much bloodshed and maiming as possible. Good enough for you?"
"Or do you have better idea",she asked the salty seadog.
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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Sept 6, 2017 1:49:21 GMT
"Yes, captain..." Mal had never seen the ship in question, but heard it was a beauty. "Though not sure we should try to fight our way through dis Tin Armada here..."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Sept 6, 2017 2:04:00 GMT
"They can join in if they want to", she smirked.
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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Sept 6, 2017 2:16:49 GMT
"Ain't no prize worth dat many shares, captain. Don't care what Ole Theon says..." Mal was keenly aware that he was a stranger in this ugly land. All these damn stinking rock houses. Harrenhal gave him fucking vertigo.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Sept 6, 2017 2:21:08 GMT
Naomi laughed out loud,"Well he is a Maester.. I'm not sure he still has his sea legs, I didn't check for that." She stared at Mal,"And I'm not here for his prize, I'm here for mine... The Grey Lady."
"Whatever happens I"ll have my prize."
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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Sept 6, 2017 3:27:43 GMT
"Aye, captain..." Mal grinned. The captain once fucked a king. Imagine that.
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