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tyler_gone) wrote2008-07-21 08:04 am
tyler_gone) wrote2008-07-21 08:04 am
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Office Hours, Monday, July 21
Sunday morning, Tyler had decided to see what support groups on Tortuga were like.
He didn't find any.
He did find a bunch of pirates, and he was grinning rather wildly as he opened his office. Pirates knew how to live and how to fight, and pirate wenches, well, that was a story all its own.
Touching the tender spot on his ear from which a heavy gold hoop now dangled, he ran his tongue over a bloody spot on one lip as he settled in to plan his lesson for the week.
His office door was open.
He didn't find any.
He did find a bunch of pirates, and he was grinning rather wildly as he opened his office. Pirates knew how to live and how to fight, and pirate wenches, well, that was a story all its own.
Touching the tender spot on his ear from which a heavy gold hoop now dangled, he ran his tongue over a bloody spot on one lip as he settled in to plan his lesson for the week.
His office door was open.