23: [Action/Video] Pirates
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dashboardliteWho'll make his mark
The captain cried
To the devil drink a toast
We'll glut the hold
With cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better
Served beneath my flag
If you've the stomach
For a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you've ever dreamed.
The captain cried
To the devil drink a toast
We'll glut the hold
With cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better
Served beneath my flag
If you've the stomach
For a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you've ever dreamed.
Obscenely loud music is blaring from one of the first floor parlors, and it possesses a remarkable nautical quality that borders on the fucking epic. You might be wondering the reason for these festive tunes, curious resident. If you happen to be peering through your communicator or walking down the hall, venturing into the nearest open door, your vision is assaulted by a swath of colorful fabrics draped over the furniture, from the ceilings, along the walls. The alluring glitter of gold winks up at you from piles on the floor, and a bust of someone who looks suspiciously like Edward Teach is bedecked in jewelry and scarves.
The captain rose from a silk divan
With a pistol in his fist
And shot the lock from an iron box
And a blood red ruby kissed
I give you jewelry of turquoise
A crucifix of solid gold
One hundred thousand silver pieces
It is just as I foretold
You, you see there before you
Everything you've ever dreamed.
You might even see Dean Winchester, sporting an eyepatch and a large, plumed hat, lounging on a silk divan. His jeans are tucked into heavy leather boots and he's wielding a flintlock pistol, cleaning the barrel with a chamois rag. Pausing for one moment, he sets the gun aside and reaches over to pick up one of the gold doubloons scattered across the floor. He then peels away the leafing and pops the chocolate money into his mouth, enjoying it with obvious relish. Turning the music down as soon as it breaks to an instrumental interlude, Dean crosses his legs on the divan, getting comfortable.
He pulls out a hip flask, taking a swig and saluting the camera with his left hand - observant residents might notice that he appears to have only four fingers now. Then he spreads his arms to welcome the adoring audience.
"All aboard, bitches."
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Date: 2011-04-21 02:44 am (UTC)You, him. Lips on lips?
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Date: 2011-04-21 03:14 am (UTC)[FUCK SHIT BALLS GODDAMNIT]
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Date: 2011-04-21 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-21 03:39 am (UTC)[Men.]
-it's just. Cas. Yeah.
[You're making him blush, stop that.]
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Date: 2011-04-21 04:01 am (UTC)[Blush some more, Dean. Do it.]
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Date: 2011-04-21 01:58 pm (UTC)Now you're just bein' a bitch.
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Date: 2011-04-21 08:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-22 03:46 am (UTC)'Cause it ain't bad enough I'm a pirate.
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Date: 2011-04-22 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-22 04:25 am (UTC)...how many people did Cas tell?
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Date: 2011-04-22 04:37 am (UTC)[She put on a pretty great Cas-voice, there. Hope you liked.]
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Date: 2011-04-22 05:19 am (UTC)[Cue the panic.]
Who else knows?
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Date: 2011-04-23 05:00 am (UTC)[Helpful! Always!]