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circe_tigana's 882 Ways to Appease the Heathen Gods challenge
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The gold called to them.
"You go."
"No, I think it's your turn."
From a very specific direction.
"Liar. I got the last one."
"Pirate! You stole it from a newborn babe!"
They stared.
"This is, of course, your fault."
"How is it *my* fault?!"
Barbossa rolled his eyes at his crew. You just can't get good help these days, he thought, and strode forward...
"You *threw* the sodding thing overboard!"
"It's--urk."
...grabbed their shirts, hauled them to the rail...
"Men. They're just sharks. Ye can't die." ...and threw them overboard.
Screams floated up as the crew took bets.
circe_tigana's 882 Ways to Appease the Heathen Gods challenge[]
The gold called to them.
"You go."
"No, I think it's your turn."
From a very specific direction.
"Liar. I got the last one."
"Pirate! You stole it from a newborn babe!"
They stared.
"This is, of course, your fault."
"How is it *my* fault?!"
Barbossa rolled his eyes at his crew. You just can't get good help these days, he thought, and strode forward...
"You *threw* the sodding thing overboard!"
"It's--urk."
...grabbed their shirts, hauled them to the rail...
"Men. They're just sharks. Ye can't die." ...and threw them overboard.
Screams floated up as the crew took bets.