Now, It's atrocious to entail how much i underestimated the sheer gamut of watTainted wares the PopuLarge had sent forth their Reps to gather from those World Class categories; I couldn’t even be sure whether all the spoils were going to next week’s ‘SummUrge moonShine’ party. Wednesday would be the final day of school, and the celebration traditionALways fell on the following Saturday afternoon. At this point, prospects of goofy shenanigans lacked vitality {since I was currently forging Colossal intimacy with my contemporaries}, but I was fairly amped to chase some alLedge-Odd treasure hacks.
However I was apprehensive about one piRat particular: they did dive into human trafficking between ports like this. Luckily there was a generational thorN dissuading these Merchants to some degree: rowFourty years prior (to the mid 1970's) they’d raideDozen exotic performers from a pub in The Carolina's. Shortly after pilfering, the deck was seen giving way to a sulfuric quagmire. All their hostages vanished from the holding chamber (along with their Flags). It became so sweltering within the ship’s vicinity, that even remotely flammable cargo melted~;~ congealing into some kind of rancorous seaLion. Ever since that hexing, the BucCoats were a lot more systematic over analyzing whether to hijack from clusters they found savory.
Or you know, heinous heaps are constantly strewn around company deemed perilous. And I could no longeRule out such preposterous things from of the piCulture.
DallaStrode up before the SwashBuccklers with conviction, however mindful not a toe crossed along their shadows. Rovo assumed pose tight beside him, and I tried not to directly lock eyes as I approached these stern jowls about to flare off in the pits of negotiation: sleek bodies steamed of recondite tonGuiles = half a dozen scum wreathed in apparel & skin so Ritzy, one look and the color-blind would start classifying piles of pie along a toucan’s beak...
One brown elbow of the Captain tilted beside a Tiger Headdress trimmed and twinkling with electrum copperSlants, brandishing a pearly war-hammer above a shredded torso. Beaded(+)Dreads parted away from his forehead, wrapping shoulders in more chocolate towards a fuzzy underside of chin: forget the Hat, he still exceeded Rovo’s stature. Wide eyes inside Planchorva’s skull blanched tip to tip like paper against ink, obscuring precisely where they might be focusing. “We figyawd the lots of ya were close by affer feelun’ that shockwayve humdinga...” his Aussie accent hammered into our own Cretin’s face. “Crikey mate, tell agin where me time wint?” It was Rupert by detractive first name - said to be most recent successor to the helm, having pressured the former shot-caller, Horatio Bravon Alamo Gallardo, to step down the previouSeason = Not that the syllable-pumper was gone, just had slipped down the chain of command.
(The sequence of how remained untold, but I considered maybe the CoraLady @ Rupert’s hip, concealed it behind that mouthless jade twinkle* & ThrobB+urple eyes shimmering under candYellow-striPink mo-Hawk.}. Inside tissue perf%Orated like cork, the scaly form dangled a Flail nonchalantly beside gossamer golden dress lapping at the knees. Alamo to its left flank, lithely leaned on an onyx halberd Axe upside down, strapped in a FuzZebraic chest plate that roughly mirrored his waxy moustache.
A ragged breath issued from Capone's nose. “Told you on the phone, Planchorva: we were hounded by Authorities...”
“Din’t sound like yew’re bean pursued ablast that momint,” intoned the stout Aboriginal. “But it’s bloody evidint ya Taggers barged through some infernole manner uh rot - Let’s hope ya didn’t leak much coin,” His gaze flitted beyond Capone. “Or somebuddies unrolled skeens ull make beeta fashion statemint than inny doime-a-dozen Heapo, G’rillaffe, or Lemur’Roo.”
“We had to drown a pair of port Marshals,” Dal'Lied loud as a trumpet. “Peeled away with some boat engine issues; Other than that we didn’t lose much, Darkie.”
Their Cappy frowned. Planchorva mocked mannerisms of a Bull, lumpy brown clasp:~:Billowing around his waist. Shorter outlaws flocked under his neck, stepping stones of greed. The yet unmentioned involved a gluttonous pair with yellow-tinctured skin, as if they regularly bathed in rum & doubloons - the round dusky male wore UV lenses over a thick fu-man-chu and tangerine robe. While an androgynous type nearby, totaLackeyed comMain signs in sync with humanity - having 3 nosTRIl strips touching at a center point & cheese-ring plateaus from crown to lemur-like tail: the dimensions reminded me of Helipads. It's body was bare save some leopard briefs & seashell sleeves, with sinewy bowlegs & knobby tri-pronged feet.
This critter must have been part of what Falco smelled a minute ago on the other side of the vines.
leapBowd`legs might’ve been watching us all at once, fanning an extra cloudy crescent-pupils thaTipped each length of her nosT~`rips. Then it croaked out: “We ought inform you the Wards we have read up on are dense as castle ramparts - And we are quite more spry than we appear. We encourage Utopic trust, for your own safety.”
The Aussie placed a hand on this jittery Bouncer, & assuaged, “Poorly dressed they arrgh, LuChandra...” before scoffing at crosshairs many of us were training along their Frocks, minus myself & Gutt. “The fireawms $’posed to persuade us that you blokes done replaced Law enforceMint AND sheilded all the Sheila's?”
“The guns,” Rovo intoned, “Are meant to encourage you to load our selecTokens cleanly, & get thiSwap done without mess.”
Fin twisted thin lips, ballooning unbashful to boast: “The Police were tailing us for outrageous reasons... Yet didn’t manage to pick off a single one of us.”
Dallas fumed wordlessly like the remarks were going to get us all battered before he even got a peek at any chests of Wonder.
Trent started touching around his belly, as if picking at the centipede images = the digestive Gong had faded from depiction against many wrinkLEgs...
Ruby paced her hips behind us. “Have you overlooked my runes now, genToil~Fishers?”
“Hard'Leech...” The only tiny Royal co’oPirative was a svelte adolescent of oriental heritage with a square head. His hair was imbalanced of fashion, cropped much shorter on one side than the other, which curved around one ear to his chin like a bloody unsheathed blade; the entire look as if a serpent busted off one of its fangs. Down his neck swam a rail-thin rat-tail encrusted with dark jewels. “Even untrained inHalers can identify on sight, you’re no domestiCatch," he told Ruby. "But we too have Ether~sewn badGates, snaring magiStraits & such as the Tapest*lympic SarcophaGust - while you cleaRuggedly not reaped fragranTransplantSupple yet. Sure you been Sailing pristine veins, or merely smear ’round bastardized root sauces?”
When he emphasized harvest & bastard, Becca puckered as if she’d been poisoned. “I tune bananas into Banjos, bitch, because i'm not an outlaw... Tell me you hooligans haven’t distributed Feral’mones carelessly?” she puffed as if her patience had caved in under a Hurricane.
The scaly Guillotine overcast its gaze upon his shortest noggin, nasaLash~patterning a voice like chains of golf balls being impacted*#_ “Sticky-Ribbon would never impart such to weak minds. My meteoric eyes brandish the parcels of that elegance without explaining.” Tina netted her vacillating peepers back around us. “Yes we bartered the container, as it appeals little for recurring use. I imagine those lurking CamBeetle silhouettes encircling your company can trace the whereabouts if you want to follow.” Becca rolled her shoulders smugly, as Tina initiated: “Now it appears the first thing we must visit here is what lore you blokes are reaching out to take hold...”
“Yeh fur real,” Nika s’Lowered Buck’s UZI, as well as Pheo's Flametosser: “Can we all quit looming over nuclear buttons? Only the lucky will survive that, then rise worse to find their squaDashed. We are tacking on request for the Splash’Knitter - but also crave personal shopping.”
AlaMOrbidly reacted as if Nika had chittered up from the sands like a scorpion, but by the time she finished speaking, his crooked hands steepled up into an agreeaBled spurious collapse, several fingers swinging around his coarse-hair pokey features and waxy, pepper-minced mustache. “Perhaps we can overlook a few inconveniences for such a package of,” he shivered. “Fiery ladies.” He wasn’t leering directly at Anika, but also Pheo between us.
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“What!?” cried the Arabic-seeming Jug strapped with UV lenses, pushing his way between the helipad leper-face & PlanchorVAst. “We’re suddenly a gracious bunch of pushovers just coz some Jezebel sways her hips and softens tongue? We’re to be defianThrashers!” He cast burly fingers toward our ladies, lending an unparalleled view of what could only be called fur sprouting from the back of his hand. “We fuck mothers like them!”
Pheo bounced weapons. “You might nab a hot corpse at best.”
None of that was about to fly with me. “There’s nothing we need that terribly,” I chiseled, optiMystically.
“Khafiimm,” Horatio appointed, sensibrown eyes rupturing into his cleft. “Wait til suitable waters open course.”
“All fayre points,” Planchorva’s voice pedaled. “’Sipt brute course be fraught with daynja... Eevah since Leaf-motors backfired heff cencheWry ’go.” His hairy chin titled up as if behind our heads, as if abruptly spotting the Staff was out of place among modern rifles. “Nah, rather not tempt leDjinn*d.”
Ruby’s sneer {as she wove subtle motions witHairy strandSurrounding her hips} could have shriveled a cactus bed: “How sage of you.”
“Fish-puffed Tales,” dismissed stall’wart 3-eyes. “The reMorSail Clarinet revealed a slick arson was behind that retaliation. Twas no crazed beast called to retaliate; The prey was resourceful, not a Brickhouse Arsenal.”
“Wouldn’t accownt for swiped Flaigs, Chandy.” Rupert cocked back on his heels. “But there’s compensation need given for bygone time. D’rather some jigglO'board willing as one of our own… but if no depositor, I be thinking more ’Long the Loins of ick~Robatic perspiration.”
“Alright then,” Gutt broached. “What’d you Tapestry Coughers have in mind?” Seashell Sleeves leaned against flab in his direction: tail cocked, but Chandy remained reticent.
Ribbon cackled like a Waterfall: “Often we’d entertain a game of Moltstretch Hopscotch which involves chucking blades & bottles at cartoons depicted in the sand. But we are behind schedule now... so perhaps just a quick rendition of GuzzLiar's Deluge?”
“Feel like I somehow played that game a few times today,” Siggy cast. Oh bitch and groan... It remained untimely to come clean about the neckLost half-truth.
“That’s a grannnd idea,” Horatio spread.
“Hey, hey! Can we use the tobacCone sludge for that?” the Asian suggeStick*illed.
Chandy’s chubby wrist catapulted, sticking to Ribbon’s cheeks like a monkey after squishing banana. “That’s for those we already have strapped over a barrel, with clamped jaws, my pet.” She pulled away with disdain. He stepped askance & scrubbed at the fnail-marks, sulking, but sliding the crimson into his crusty braid.
DallaSnarled: “We have plenty of cash - why do you guys have to complicate it?!”
Planchorva shrugged. “Such currenSeize accepted everywhere, but our bounteous loot is on the verge of sinking The Cave of late. We certainly prefer the sport this season, don’t we chaps?”
His vagabonds shook their heads and uttered a few vulgar phrases in agreement; The razorific Asian seemed intent to egGlower Trent on, who was letting all his nerves show.
Khafim then grunted, the slop of his chops being licked was like storm-stricken Lumber stamping a doomed voyage into callous ground. Altho buried in Shades, his neck oscillated with Ruby’s swinging patrol. If he believed they could subdue her, he was likely to wind up a scab of greed - the Queen was distancing behind our Arrow Fleshwall for calculating, converging, & condensing orbits, even threads of palpitation.
*FalCOcked his head near Becca's Staff like a sparrow - Or that’s how it seemed to the Turncoats, whom flinched when he spoke, due the #Stealth patch#. “What duzz the game involvvve?”
Ribbon pointed axe. “Four contestants must drink varied pints of non-lethal liquid of our choice + From each of our six Leadership lips.”
Cursed Sixxos were crazier than I thought. Their teeth composure$'wept through my memory banks. Only the Asian Ribbon’s had seemed pearly and non-snaggled.
Saul-emnly swallowed: “Easier than mandatory prostitution,” he decided.
“But if one of yuzz don’t swallow in full, or seaLect the beverage you hate most of the options,” Planchorva revealed. Not only do we Repo an item, you forfeit a hostage per lie.”
“And if you bluff,” Chandry pinwheeled, shifting stoutly below many taller noggins, & edging nearer Malibu. “We have our methods of recognizing.”
“Flog me, Contests ain’t shit!” Khafim’s wide nose begged beside Planchorva’s sequined breeches. “Fresh pieces of tail been so few since the New Year. Let’s not compromise.”
“Impatience is what leaves you a goon,” Tina Flailed across his belly, tarnishing his tangerine top with a Roar around his waist, & half a dozen collapsing explosions of plum (he trick'bLed not red). He landed hiPocket over the sugary sands, then rolling with gruff riot. “Can’t I have my say?! I’ll go... be a hermit if I choose!”
“We prefer to keep our feet limber,” she rained, anchoring the seaWeed whipper back to holster.
“Well he's not wrong,” Planchorva’s temptation seemed to have spiked. “Shaggin’s been somewhot marooned musty, recent streetches. If one of ya damsels would come away compliant like harlots, you’d be geevin access to all our gadgets, fur the occasional proice of satisFine a different crew mimber eevery day; gang bangs reeserved only fur Hallidays?”
“Bleckkk,” Amy choked to herself.
Horatio piped, carving into the sand with hiScythe. “But perhaps save your mates the molestation of the game...” He was drawing Lips beside his feet.
“Better come with a chastity belt,” Pheo announced.
Horatio scribbled froth, framing a cocky revision, “Festivals only?”
“How about you rats brush each others' fangs with your dorks?” Becca announced. “Since all of you are one or the other.” She vexed at Alamo like he was a bug. “Be a pity if none of ya are eunuchs by the time we ship out this afternoon.”
Those with tongues jeered: {(}“Funny you should say that...”{)} And with curdling glances, all but GuilloTina broke out in PiraToil chant. Guess she wasn’t fond of trying without a mouth chamber?..
Six months with no velvet pipes cruising the waves, wearying bones!
None flaps refresh BUTTer, than JeerSea sold-jeer fountaiNests
Giga-bytes that breed, solicit only for the cost of Welfare, endanger peace of mind
’Tis Notoriety why, the most furious holes are Branded & burrowed
Reg’lars, they wail :~: belittled thoughts chafe like chains
Can’t repel torment - We greet them Control that was scrapped us
:: to numbed place :: ~Gnarled thing about it +
'Tis boreDominioNot oppression, that taints a Gypster
Five more occupants wading in the longboat suddenly cast their sawce atop the ultiMessage:
Life sinks humdrum lest it’s Neisty, Neisty!
Scrub your best to keep clean: still get Grimy, Grimy!
Sparkling the scum is for the Sheltered, Snobby!
Fowl cry above, snitching Sickness fused to the oars, luring Leviathans below
Yo, Sparkle in the treasons* Butter our bread, grins, and spies
Hee-vin’ Ho, Heavin’ OH!
To helll with HeaveNirvana, when Haven these confidential codes!!!
Dobbin’ the plank, long-born of crotchety stank
Daze on rough seas all blend ’till obscene
Fresher off Divin’ on in! - Embrace the Slimy, Slimy!
“KaBaang!” bombed Alamo after the Gang finished. Then a slimy grin walked off witHiStache as divulged, “Acidic with meanings.”
“Don’ get uptight,” Rib'-bony assured our bewildered outlooks. “Everybody’s played the pirate when drawing short on luck.”
"Ow cum your scaBlades don'ThirsTearily prick yur shelfish slime in the gullYET," (Telltale splattered Buck) "On account of the victum pooLefTorn behind?"
Khafim rose, looking more grisLanguid in recovered zest. “Time’s come for you westerNovice haM@Rakins to grope some scoop from our uncommon enGorgements."
“AwwRighty, back to beezNest,” Rupert insisted. “You cawdgers riddy to eexTend screw~toys, or teest a wager of Willpowah?”
Anika rolled her bushy eyebrows. “You’re casting hooks in the wrong river for hookers.”
Rovo was appalled = “You maggots think you can just order what you want like we’re a fast-food chain!?”
“When tardy in our Presence, permission sinks to formality,” GuilloTina’s recommendation chopped through the air. “Plead your avenue of surrender, else we must meeTorment to pressure.”
“Litmus test,” I hedged. “Y’all sniffing around for specific leverage. But you’re only brave because you’re Titanic.”
Tina sloped mammoth digits around her head-spikes: “Dexterity glides our depths, yet in youth they called me underTaker, toad-Rider...”
The monikers poun#Dead awfully famili@rly... *>+_+<* Wait, no... it couldn’t be!
“I still work that angle a tadpole,” she continued, softly uppercutting closed aquamarine fists into a flattened chin, then momentarily flaring them conjoined at thumbs, like butterfly wings. -- “If you... catch my drift.” I had to be staring at my elder cousin who was abducted more than five years prior at age fourteen -- only Georgi shortyCakes would have gestured such, when she used to yell in defiance she’d soar beyond limits into adulthood despite also discoordinant with her legs. She’d surely be ducking through common hallways now; and probably the actual reason she ducked the Turncoat creedo Chanting too.
Tina’s new$Flash relaxed me, & I went wondering whether studying their instruments was how Georgi gained & maintained that Stature. (Or perhaps veiled secrets for herself.) “Sounds like our ladies turned you down; but I’d appreciate one of your classified Maps,” I sequestered. “200 creds right?” I patted a Figure Skater wallet in my hip-pocket.
“Corrict," Planchorva received. My lungs tickled as he assumed I was addressing him. “What’s not pre-packaged in awr caNoose, be aboard the main ship. So spell out any Uther last meeNut requests you may deziyah, and we’ll mount what caysh needs forked over 'fore we drink to full seedleMant.”