the Dragon Gate
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joegodaLast night, we left the Kajira and Gladure chatting amiably amongst themselves, talking about dragons and humans, the differences, the similarities, and eating apples. And some where along the way, further down the calendar by a few days, the dragon, Gladure, began to find his strength increase, his hunger decrease, his curiosity grow larger, and his anger grow smaller. It's odd how those things happen like that.
Every day, Kajira would come and bring something different. One day it would be apples and oranges, the next it might be figs and pomegranates. One day she brought a bunny from her father's hutch, and Gladure tried his best dragonly best to convince Kajira to put the bunny close to his head, so he could see the bunny better. Kajira decided that would not be the wisest thing, and the bunny seemed to agree very strongly. Very, very strongly indeed.
One fine and sunny day, Gladure found he had gained the strength to sit rather than lie. He was very, very weak, but still and all he could indeed sit up. His great dragonly head rose far above his visitor.
Kajira paid no heed to Gladure's ability to sit up other than to say, "It seems you are feeling better, Gladure. Have you ever noticed how some clouds look like effelhumps and some look like boats on the water? Some look like campels and some look just exactly like clouds?"
Days moved on as days do, and Gladure continued to gain strength and health. He found that sitting was becoming easier, and that he could, if he didn't mind a bit of strain, raise his wings, one at a time. One day, on a particularly hot day, while he and Kajira were sitting and playing a game of Xs and Os, he stretched one wing far over Kajira's head, keeping the heat off of her and also casting her into shadow.
When Kajira asked him what he was doing and explained that she liked the sun, he quickly raised his wing, wincing slightly with the pain, and pretended to yawn a big, big dragon yawn. "I was just stretching," he said. Do not think that it was anything friendly. I could still eat you if I desired, you know"
"Oh, I know", said Kajira, with a tiny smile that went unseen by Gladure. "I know that, if you desired it, Oh Great fearsome dragon, you could kill us all in our poor village and eat us all and spend quite a long time doing it. I know this because you have told me every single day since I started speaking to you."
"Arumph", the dragon arumphed. "Well... I could, you know. If I so desired"
"Absolutely. I know that without any doubt at all, Gladure," Kajira agreed, focusing intently on the board. "It's your move."
And, as so happens in stories such as these, days turned to weeks, turned to months, and the two became close friends. You could see it coming, I'd be willing to wager, and I suspect it would be a safe wager at at that.
Eventually, the dragon was healed of his wounds, did a few test flights around the village, and landed very close to where he had lain for all these weeks. The Villagers gathered round him on that day, as they had all witnessed him growing stronger and stronger. Some showed concern at the health of Gladure, as they were afraid he would do exactly what he had so many times spoken of; to make a lunch of the village and the villagers. Some showed amusement watching Kajira and the dragon converse, watching them play games and laugh together. Regardless, as Gladure grew stronger, the villagers, for whatever reason, waited for the moment he would find the strength to fly to the mountains.
And that moment did come, as all moments do. With a mighty roar, with a great wind, with a tremendous leap, Gladure launched up into the sky. Below him, on the grass near the tiny dock, Kajira smile a sad smile, glad at the restored health of her friend. She waved her tiny hand in fare thee well, and she did it with a small tear in her eye.
And though she could not see it, Gladure paused, ever so briefly in the air, and for one shining moment, the sun caught a tear out of the corner of his eye, as well.
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Gladure was soaring, flying, dipping and enjoying the wind on his face, in his eyes, in his nose. He couldn't remember a time when he felt so... happy, just to be alive. He couldn't really remember a time when he felt happy at all. The world was just a grand place. He took a lazy circle around his mountaintop just to admire the view and to smell the smells.
'How is it,' he thought, ‘that I never noticed all this before? How is it that I never recognized the... what was that word? Oh yes! Joy! How is it that I never recognized the joy of just being?"
He landed lightly on the ground outside his cave and entered it. He had spent the last few weeks cleaning it of all the bones and the dust and the refuse that had accumulated over the past few centuries. He simply could not stand to have so much mess around him any more. Before he became the King of the Dragons, he didn't care. It was almost a sign of his position to have so many things around him, just to show how strong he was, how brave he was, how fierce he was. Now... well now, it was as if his life had turned upside down, and none of this mattered any more. He felt unreasonably, unseasonably free.
He heard a noise down on the mountainside. It sounded like the bleating of a lost sheep, and he went to the entrance of his cave to see.
Sure enough, a few hundred feet down, tangled in a tangly bush was a sheep, pulling and pushing to try to escape the tangly branches and thorny thorns. Gladure went down the trapped animal and sat looking at it. The sheep, seeing a very large dragon come toward him, became very, very quiet and tried very, very hard to become the smallest sheep it could possibly be.
"Hmmmmm. What have we here?", said Gladure. "Is it lunch?" At those words, the sheep’s eyes opened wide, and its whole body started shaking. And then the sheep fainted dead away.
It's an odd thing to wake up and open your eyes, especially when you don't expect to be able to wake up and open your eyes ever again. It's even odder to open your eyes when you don't expect to every again and see a dragon sitting across from you eating apples. Regardless, this is what the sheep saw when it awoke. And a most disturbing sight to the sheep it was, too.
'How very odd,' the sheep thought to itself. 'Perhaps I have died and this is one of those after death but before you head to the other place things.' The sheep reached around and bit itself on the flank. 'OUCH, and hmmmm,' it thought. 'I am not dead, but still, dragons are not supposed to be eating apples. Dragons are not even supposed to know what apples are. Perhaps I shall faint again,' and so, it did.
Poke dark Poke dark dark dark Poke dark dark dark... less dark Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke Light. Dragon face. Faint. dark.
Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke "If you faint again, I will most definitely eat you." Wide awake. "That's better." The dragon was leaning in very close. "So tell me, sheep. Do you like apples?"
'How very, very odd,' thought the sheep. "Erm... which answer will cause you to eat me?" The sheep, who, sheepish though he was, was still very wise. For a sheep, that is.
At that, Gladure laughed, long and hard and loud. It was a rather scary sound to the sheep, to hear a dragon laugh. "That was a very good answer, sheep. I do not think that I will eat you at all. I have given that idea much thought and I have decided that no, I shall not eat you at all. So... do you like apples?"
The sheep took a fairly long time thinking of the answer, but not too long, because it is well known that dragons, as such, don't have a goodly amount of patience. "Since you are not going to eat me, dragon, then the answer is yes, I do like apples very much"
"In that case, sheep, please have one." And Gladure gave one of his apples to the sheep. "And now that we are sharing supper, what is your name? Mine is Gladure, King of the Dragons, Last of the Dragons."
"Erm", said the sheep, "you don't happen to be insane do you? I mean, it's just not entirely a quite right thing for a dragon to be sitting in the sun, eating apples and talking to a sheep. It would be more a right thing for the dragon to drop the apple and eat the sheep up in one bite. Not, mind you, that I'm trying to influence your decision one way or the other."
"Sheep, and really, you must have a name, I am not going to eat you, nor, do I think that I am insane. It's just that I have developed a great fondness for apples and prefer them to eating sheep. I saw you trapped in the tangly bush, and came down to help you. That's the whole cloth of the situation. Now, do you have a name or not?"
Carefully and warily, the sheep answered. "My parents called me Bleep, so I suppose that is my name."
"Then Bleep, I shall call you. Bleep the sheep!" Gladure laughed gently at the joke, which the sheep didn't quite get. And then he asked this of the sheep: "Tell me Bleep, have you even noticed that the clouds can look like all sorts of shapes?"
And so it began. The story of the dragon that didn't eat meat spread through the mountain, and all sorts of animals came to witness such a strange thing. Deer and ephelhumps and squirrels and and and... Well, all of them, after a while. Gladure began to make friends with every animal on the Twin Mountains and the plains below, and eventually the animals came to rely upon his age and wisdom when they had arguments or problems.
With wisdom and gentle persuasion (although some would say 'and with very large teeth'), Gladure dispensed justice on the mountain. He very soon gained a reputation for being just and fair, and he gained respect, admiration and even love to a degree. He had become Gladure, King of Dragons, the Last Dragon, and King of the Mountain, and no animal that lived during his reign and quite a number afterward would disagree that it was so.
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The ship was long and sleek, black and silent as a snake through high grass. It sailed along the river, looking for whatever it could find, and taking whatever it wanted. The men that crewed it were hard, hard, hard; as hard as nails, as hard as stone, as hard as... hard could be. Each man had seen hundreds of battles and won every one of them. Each man carried a thousand scars, some visible, and some only worn on the heart.
The captain, a man called Deth, was the hardest of them all. He stood very tall, and wore a tall hat that made him seem even taller. It was black, like the ship, like his boots and long coat, and shaped like a stovepipe, which is exactly what it was called. It had a wide, wide brim and a long black feather was stuck in the hatband. When Captain Deth got angry, it would not have been surprising to see smoke boiling out of it. It never happened, but it would not have been surprising in the very least.
Captain Deth was the winner of thousands of battles, some real, some imagined and some that were a mixture of both. His men were such that they would follow him through the deepest of forests, through the hottest of fires, and stand beside him against the greatest of enemies. Captain Deth was not a good man; he was not a great man. He was a man that inspired people by fear, by being the meanest dog of all the dogs there were, and those dogs that followed him, followed him because they knew that their captain could beat any dog there was.
And what they did, these hard, hard men and their mean dog of a Captain, what they did as their long, black ship slid through the waters, was to move from town to town, from village to village and steal what they could steal, hurting and killing and burning and looting.
They were thieves. They were murderers. They were Pirates with a capital P.
Understand, gentle reader, that I do not like to speak of these things, but they do indeed exist in the world, even such a world that would contain the wondrous Village of ShopKeepers.
And so it came to pass, as many of these things do, that these evil, evil pirates were slinking down the river when Gladure said goodbye to Kajira and shed his sad tear. It was just by the slimmest chance that the captain happened to be looking in that direction from many miles away and saw the sun reflected from that single dragon tear. He ordered his men to find the source of the light and so he and his men and their black ship struck out, to find where the shine came from. It was in his mind to capture that shine, and to make sure that no one else would ever hold it.
The pirates did not stop attacking towns and villages as they searched for the light. The desire for the shiny light was not so strong as to keep Captain Deth and his men from doing what they did. It was in Captain Deth's mind that such a shiny light was meant for him and him alone. If it happened to be in possesion by someone else when he found it, well, such would be quickly undone by the very sharp blade of his sword.
It took the ship and its horrid crew many, many months to find the hidden fork that led to the section of the river that poured down to the valley where the Village of Shopkeepers lay. And even from there, it would take many weeks to reach the tiny dock that sat on the forked river and was the entrance to the Village.
The Village of Shopkeepers is, indeed, a wondrous place full of magic and happiness. This is not to say there was not sadness in the Village, nor is it to say that everything was as rosy as it could possibly be always and forever. There were times when people passed away, there were times when things were stolen and there was one time, which hadn't happened yet, when the entire Village was almost destroyed by a.... but that's a story for another time.
When the ship was first seen, it was seen to be far, far away. It was just the tip top of a very black mast sticking up above the edge of the horizon.
The Villagers became very excited by the sight of the approaching ship. It had been a long time since anyone had found the hidden fork and had come calling. They were prepared to welcome their visitors in a grand fashion, with a feast and demonstration and music and parties galore. Every Shopkeeper was alerted and they were all preparing some marvelous and magical prize to give the visitors, and every Shopkeeper's heart was hoping there was at least one small child on board the visiting vessel.
As the ship came closer, slipping down the river, silent as clouds at midnight, it could be seen that there was a black flag flying on the pointed mast. For those that had lived in the outside world, that had come to the Village because it called them from their lives in the mundane world, the black flag meant only one thing, and those that knew hurried to warn all the other Villagers.
The Villagers, doing what they felt was necessary, did all that they could to hide what they felt was valuable. The children were hidden first, as they are the most valuable in all the world, and then the women were hidden, and then the old ones. The buildings couldn't be hidden, and the things in the buildings couldn't be hidden, either. There were too many things to hide and the buildings were far too large. The Villagers had to believe that the Village would protect itself, and so didn’t worry about any of it. There were the farmers, though, and the Villagers that lived on the outside of the Village. Those buildings could be destroyed, and the people that lived in them could be hurt... or worse.
So it came to pass that the Village of ShopKeepers prepared to do battle, for the first and only time in their lives.
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A heavy black boot studded and tied with silver buckles and leather thongs, thudded against the wood of the tiny dock at the Village of Shopkeepers. The boot was connected to a leg dressed in black leather leggings, and that leg, or rather the two legs, were connected to a body dressed in a black jerkin, which was connected to a man whose eyes and hair was black, wearing a tall black hat with a long feather. Deth had come to the Village.
"Look lads," said the pirate Deth, "it's a lovely little farming community." He looked to the left, towards the Village, and to the right, towards the farms and ranches. He smiled a wicked smile and the diamond embedded in one of his front teeth glinted in the sun. "I'd say it's time we restocked our stores."
"Aye!" shouted his men, though some of them shouted "Arrr", because that's what pirates say. Behind Deth came the rest of his horrible crew and together they stepped off of the black ship and onto the tiny dock. They were, as it has been said, a motley crew. Rough and tattooed, wearing leather and knives and pistols. Some of them were chewing the leaves of some dark plant. Some of them had the look of madness in their eyes.
As Deth stepped from the wooden dock to the path leading to the Village, the grass itself seemed to shrivel away, so that it wouldn't even be near where his foot landed. Birds flying overhead seemed to part around him, as if the very air over his head had become very, very dangerous.
"Where have all the people gone?" Deth wondered aloud. He cupped his hands around his mouth and loudly called, "Come out, come out, where ever ye are, be ye fair, or be ye foul".
He strode up the road that led to the Village Square, and stopped before he entered the Village proper. Before Deth stood a large stone, the tallness and size of a man. There was a split in the stone, cleaving it nearly in two. A great jagged rip in the rock ran from crown to ground. At the base of the split was a single white rose in full bloom, as it had been since the day it had first appeared in the village.
Deth wrinkled his nose, making his moustache dance and flare, and he sniffed the air with a great long sniff. He stretched out his left hand in the direction of the rose and rock, and pulled it back sharply, as if burned. His lips pulled hard back against his teeth and he hissed like a great black snake.
"Snark!", Deth snarled out.
One man, a bit smaller than the rest and dressed in a red and white shirt, rushed forward. "Yes, Cap'n," he said because that was how he talked. "What can I do for ye?"
"Snark," Deth ordered, "I want you to go forward to that rock, and tell me what you see."
The little man said "Aye" and ran forward the hundred or so steps that took him to the rose and rock at the center of the Village. Snark stood looking at the rock, stooped down and did a thing that would have been unthinkable to anyone living in the Village. Snark pulled the rose from the center of the stone.
"Cap’n Deth!" Snark cried, "All I found was this here flower, growin' in the middle of this here big rock." He lifted the rose high, to show it off, then placed it between his teeth and came back to where Deth stood.
"Well done, Snark," said Deth, nodding with an evil lopsided smirk. "Well done indeed." Deth turned away from Snark and addressed the remaining crew. "The rest of you, I want you to go through this little village and find what you can to restock the ship. Do not, and I repeat to you, do NOT damage any of the buildings, do NOT hurt any creatures you find. Take what is loose and bring it back to the ship. I will stay here and watch guard over you and the ship. Snark, I need you to stay here with me."
The rest of the crew went in to the Village proper, splitting three ways on each of the three paths that led from the town square, in search of booty and bounty. They learned very quickly that there were no locked doors in the Village, and no locked windows. They went without delay into the Bakers and the Butchers and into the Candle Makers. They went in to the Tailor's and the Milliners. They went into the Charms n' More shop, and they went into the Chocolate shop. There was no lock to stop them, and no person to deny them. The pirates simply came and took what they wanted.
The crew returned to their captain carrying armfuls, pulling full wagons, and toting buckets and barrels full. Coats, and hats, and teas and cakes were brought. Meats, smoked and salted, they carried. They had enough on that one day to fill the stores of the ship to near overfull and more. These were not men simply satisfied to stop when they had enough. They were the sort of men that believed that more was not only better, but more was more better.
"Where are all the people," pondered the Captain. "I have ne'er seen a place that was so easy to walk into, and tp walk back out of. It makes the hackles rise, it does."
He looked suspiciously at the Village, which looked back at him not caring one whit. "Deary deary dear." said Deth. "Something is not quite what it seems to be, you can mark my word on that!" He turned around and strode back down the path to look at his crew, who were sitting and lazing about on the dock, now that their job of looting the village was done.
"God's eyes!" Deth raised his arms over his head, clenching his fists and waving them about. "What are you doing, you lazy lubbers! There are repairs to be made, decks to be swabbed, pitch to be put. Get to it, lest I take the cat to you!"
The cat Deth was talking about was not some cuddly four-legged pet, who would purr and snuggle and lick your hand. It was a wicked looking whip with nine tails, made of leather and studded with sharp spiky spikes on the ends. The threat alone was enough to cause the men to move as quickly as men can, when they fear for their lives.
"We shall sleep on the ship, tonight, dogs." Deth stroked his moustache ends as the thought and poundered aloud. "There is just something not quite what it seems to be here"
The day moved slowly across the sky, as it does, with the sun gradually meeting the stars. Captain Deth pulled Snark to the side and spoke quietly to him just before night took day and put it in bed. "I've felt this before, Snark. This is not a good place for the likes of us. There is a reason that I didn't let you go looting with the rest of the men. That reason is this: were you to go back into that accursed place, you would be struck dead as soon as you passed by that stone. Mark my word on that, Snark. Dead as dead stone you would be."
Not wanting to interrupt his captiain, Snark took it upon himself to gulp fearfully, regardless.
Deth looked at the rising moon, glanced over the water that lapped at the sides of the ship. He had that far, far away look of someone that is re-living something for the first time, all over again. "I've seen this before, Snark," he growled. "I've seen this sort of thing take a man's life and suck him dry of it. I've seen men go mad from the terrors a place like this can visit upon them." He shook his head and his black feather waved. "This is not a place for the likes of us."
Snark looked up at his captain with fear in his blue eyes and asked, "Then Cap'n... why are we here? Why are we staying?"
A sharp rap came upon Snark's ears and Deth's rough voice was saying "Because there is something here that I want, Snark. Something that I want, and if there is something that I want, you know that I will have it. Snark, you know that I will have it, mark my words"
"What was it, Cap'n? What is it that you want, because as I stand here before the Gods, you know that I will die to bring it to you." Such was the devotion of Snark for his Cap'n (and there is probably a story here, beloveds.. a dark, dangerous story. There may come a time when I tell it, but it will be a time when we gather before a fireplace, and the moon must be full, and there must be cocoa and marshmallows.), that it was true. Snark would indeed die to bring his captain whatever he wanted.
"I know you would, my deary dear, dear simple Snark. It is the reason you are still alive after so many before you are not. I am afflicted by something I saw many months ago. Something shining, high in the air. I must know what it is, and I must have it, whatever it may be." Gently, so as not to display anything other than what was meant, he reached up and patted Snark on the very bald top of his head twice. "Let's bed down, Snark. Let's see what sort of mysteries can be opened like a puzzle box in the light of day"
The night came and went, and not a soul was seen in the Village. There were a few dim lights that could be seen in the windows of a few of the farms and outlying shacks, but nothing other than that. There was not a sound of humanity at all, except the snores from the crew on the ship, and to call them human may be too kind. Deth stood alone on the deck of his black ship, watching, listening, sniffing the air, and feeling the night as it brought him news, or in the case of this very mysterious village, no news at all.
"I will have your secrets, my deary dear village. That I will. And I shall find my deary dear shiny and it will be mine. You can mark my words on that, that you can. You can mark well my words on that, oh yes, oh yes, you can."
It is with a shudder that I leave you for tonight. This is a dark, dark tale, as dark as the waters at the bottom of the ocean and I wish for the lightness of the sky. Alas, that may not be coming for a few days yet. The story will end well, never fear. I know it will. Or at least, I suspect it will.
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Date: 2009-07-18 05:25 pm (UTC)*L* this sentence is punctuanally impaired. You neglected to re-commence the quotation marks, and to end the sentence at the end. Otherwise, it's swell. *grins*
Oh, hey, it happens again the very next time he speaks, so hey, is that, like, his thing? *snort*
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Eventually, the dragon was healed of his wounds, did a few test flights around the village, and landed very close to where he had lain for all these weeks. The Villagers gathered round him on that day, as they had all witnessed him growing stronger and stronger. Some showed concern at the health of Gladure, as they were afraid he would do exactly what he had so many times spoken of; to make a lunch of the village and the villagers. Some showed amusement watching Kajira and the dragon converse, watching them play games and laugh together. Regardless, as Gladure grew stronger, the villagers, for whatever reason, waited for the moment he would find the strength to fly to the mountains.
In this paragraph, you call them Villagers and villagers... interesting. I wonder which it is. Sometimes i get confused, you know. *LOL*
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He landed lightly on the ground outside his cave and entered it. He had spent the last few weeks cleaning it of all the bones and the dust and the refuse that had accumulated over the past few centuries. He simply could not stand to have so much mess around him any more.
*LOL* So! The Felix Unger of dragons!! That makes me laugh very much, my dear!! A fastidious dragon!! Maybe i should make him an apron.....
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The sheep took a fairly long time thinking of the answer, but not too long, because it is well known that dragons, as such, don't have a goodly amount of patience. "Since you are not going to eat me, dragon, then the answer is yes, I do like apples very much"
Ah, now the sheep is forgetting to punctuate. It's an epidemic, i tell you!!
(Interesting how the sheep has the sophistication to think about life after death. I never met a sheep as sophisticated as that! REMARKABLE, i tell you!)
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"Then Bleep, I shall call you. Bleep the sheep!"
Hmmmm.... the way you punctuated this, you aren't saying you'll call him Bleep... you are saying, "hey Bleep! I'll call you!" I suspect you want to ditch the comma, eh?
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"Where are all the people," pondered the Captain. "I have ne'er seen a place that was so easy to walk into, and tp ((to??)) walk back out of. It makes the hackles rise, it does."
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Hmmmm.... take this or leave it, as you will... but in pirate speech class, i learned to take out a lot of the "is" from me speech (*my* taken out, too, to be replace with ME) and replaced with "be". So i dinna say "what is the weather going to be like this day?" but i say "What be the weather like this day?" or merely "Wot be th' weather?", often taking the shortest route, being a pirate and all.
BE and ME are two of the easiest changes, along with AYE, to make the pirate speech rougher without all the silly stuff like shiver me timbers and nonsense like that, and still take it worlds down the road towards making it feel more piratey. So hey, do what you like with it, aye? *grin* My own suggestion is not to make it so they ALL do it, because that makes all your pirates into cutouts, and of course you don't want THAT, aye? *grin* Snark is the most obvious candidate for this... as yir (yir, not your... there's another one) captain is clearly going to be a set-apart feller with a whole different set of rules for his speech.
Meanwhile... i love this. Such a delicious mix of textures and flavors to sample and savor here! Thank you!
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Date: 2009-07-18 05:42 pm (UTC)Of course, I love your editing, cuz it picks out all those errors that I missed because my lil ol' brain just ain't all that good any more. I thought it odd that I would end my quotes without the quotation marks too, and apparently I missed a few.
"punctuanally impaired." is such a wonderful phrase. I will have to steal it.
Hugs, Lil Sis. Hope today is better than yesterday and tomorrow is better stiil!
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Date: 2009-07-18 05:52 pm (UTC)Of course, if it misses a thing or two now-n-then, well... heck... mine's been like that forever. That's just comfy. *grin*
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Date: 2009-07-18 05:59 pm (UTC)OH! Bout Pirates in my world. Yes, Snark is the "Arrr I be here and the weather be fine for tossin' off the lines of care and sailing on the deep blue." sort of person. Deth is a relatively educated man, in that he has been around for a long time and experienced quite a lot. He'll probably only drop into Pirate speech when he's angry or trying to make a point to his crew.
However... having said that, just as I won't toss too many foreign words into a story, I won't muddy the words written with too many Piratisms, either. Imagine trying to read something like that! It would make your head hurt, I would imagine.