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Dragon-Demygod

Published: Apr 26, 2012

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Looking at the stars, I know what I'm to do,
I know it's time to start, it's time for me to move.
Off this land I need to voyage, to the sea where I belong,
I belong with friends to work with, and a caption to rely upon.

The wind in the sails and work in hand,
What better could life be with my captain in command?
In this world I've seen it's flesh,
And I long for something new and fresh.

I would lay down my life with out hesitation,
For my ship mates and caption who brought me to salvation.
Saved me from this tiresome fate,
Others have shone me so much hate.

From others hate they gave me strength,
I shall forever fallow those who've shown me thanks.
The captains word is my command,
My ship mates requests are my demands.

Any strengths I have I will gladly lend,
All my price is someone who's a friend.

"Good evnen' sir, maigh' ye hear me out?
I've been on thee land fo' fa' to long, I wish ye to take me on ye route."

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This is my attempt at a proof of loyalty to Captain Chenbeard, I hope this is alright.

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DeeryDeerth

Apr 29, 2012

"A lovely poem you got there! Welcome, my name is Linda, I'm the ship artist. Glad to meet you!" Linda spoke with a cheerful smile, offering her hand for a greet. Her green macaw sat calmly on Linda's shoulder, tilting his head.

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