Flynn's Ship
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[[Gretel Information| The Gretel's]] | [[Gretel Information| The Gretel's]] | ||
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| + | {{Ship Status|Equipment=''Fifty sailors, ten cannons, ammo-80/100, food supply-20/50''|Health=#20/100|MP=#0/5|Level=#1}} | ||
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| + | <td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Ship Status</b> | ||
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| + | <td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health | ||
| + | </td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> # | ||
| + | </td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Equipment: | ||
| + | <p><i>Fifty sailors, ten cannons, ammo-80/100, food supply-20/50</i> | ||
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| + | <td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> MP | ||
| + | </td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> {{{MP}}} | ||
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| + | <td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Level | ||
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[[Category: The Adventures of Pinaria]] | [[Category: The Adventures of Pinaria]] | ||
Revision as of 06:43, 31 December 2012
"CAPTAIN!" yelled a voice across the ship. Flynn was already preoccupied by the dangerous storm that threatens his ship and his crew. The storm caught them by surprised. Even before they could try to escape it. But the motherly lady thought of making his life a wreck, or even his own doom in the endless ocean below. So he could swear under his own breath. Mainly because he actually had the right to swear under his own breath. "Great another problem." he thought, "The kind lady decided to make my life a living-" Flynn was caught off before he could finish his thought. "CAPTAIN!" yelled the voice again. "What is it!" yelled Flynn. "The ship can't take any more hits from this storm! We have to turn around!" "No! We are so close! I can feel it!" The sailor dashes toward Flynn. "With all respect captain! If this ship falls apart, your crew, your ship, and even you will perish in this god forsaken sea of madness!" Flynn was in angry in this point from this sailor. But once he started to think about. He was right. He could turn this hip around and head toward the hidden tunnel. Sure his reputation would be shattered by his failure. But shame was less doubtful than death. Before he could make the call. "Land Ho!" yelled another voice. Flynn of course heard the voice of the Gretel sailor yell at the top of his lungs. So he zoomed past the worried sailor toward the Gretel beast. "You see land?" asked Flynn. "Yes, look!" said the Gretel. Flynn took the looking glass before he could offer it. Far in the distant lays an unattended island. Could this be his chance to make himself famous? Could it be? Finally he can prove all them wrong! That the Unbounded Ocean wasn't an endless sea of water. This is what he has been looking for since he first sailed. He would be showered in gold, live in a mansion, and support his family that awaits for his return back behind the Eastern Sea Wall. This is his chance! Until he snapped back into reality. The ship started to feel uneasy as it started to crumble under his feet. "Captain! We have to turn around! The ship can't take it!" yelled the sailor. "What? Land's just right there!" said the Gretel. "I know. But if we sail deeper into this storm! We might as well sign our death wish!" yelled the sailor. "Captain! This is what we've been looking for months, even years. It's just right there. Beyond that storm." said the Gretel. "Captain, listen to reason. A strip of fame isn't worth the lives of fifty men and yours. How about we return back to the Eastern Sea Wall." pleaded the sailor. "Captain! What do we do?" yelled another sailor.
New Race Detected! (Gretel) The Gretel's
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Fifty sailors, ten cannons, ammo-80/100, food supply-20/50 |
| MP | {{{MP}}} | |
| Level | # | |
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