Pirates Islanders

Pirates Islanders
Can the story end?

The anarchist all was quiet island, islanders sleeping off another day of hard work, support mutual respect. Dawn brought the bad news, however, the sails of the black pirate ships could been on the horizon, and were steadily increasing close … What happens next?

The leader of the clan, the mulilated Mumferd limping, to the cliff edge overlooking the candles, made a signal to fire to light the signal to summon the men in the other parts of the island to the amphitheater. Taking your partner, Ruby's devastated, hand quickly stumbled to the great room. When you get told a Young Boy quickly assemble message for the elderly. Whent elders who had come to the great hall, he said the ships on the horizon saw told to collect the weapons he had stored in their homes and gather in the amphitheater. The abandonment of support Rubys, Mumferd grabbed his scepter of wisdom and dead leg dragging behind him, went to the theater. Mumferd was in the pit of the amphitheater and supervised his ragged group. Looking down to the leader of men silent and waited for his wise words. "Men, ships have been seen on the horizon. Fly black sails of the badas.s Boris." Mumferd said. A collective sigh ran the crowd. "What we do, O'wise one," shouted a frightened soul. "We trained for this inevitable confrontation, home meet Leaders of arms, everyone will go to battle stations, and my signal that GUT THE CHILDREN OF THE DIRTY mother goats, and feast on their entrails, WE send LOVELESS their souls to demonic boatman and coins to pay for INS approval wandering Iran STIX RIVER SHORES AS THAT SOULS left are "a powerful eruption joy of men. "Then take their land SHIPS SACK return to their villages, destroying their crops, and enslave their fucking" Another explosion more powerful joy in front of the assembled men. "bask in the glory WE THE WISDOM OF YOUR, HIS WILL will be done" the men shouted. Instead the group divided into groups and presented out of their seats as a colony of fireants. Sitting under the dreaded waiting for Boris. … Meanwhile in the flagship. "I do not know if this as a captain is good idea, "said Lt. Livorno." Do not be a worry wart, leave with peace offerings. Do not you think it is time to embrace our neighbors, trade and industrial genetic benefit us all. "Said Boris." Look who are lighting fires to help guide their coasts " Lt. Livorno "You see, all worry about anything, who have been on this island for 12 generations without contact with the rest of the continents, which are probably wondering what took us so long. "Said Boris. The ships anchored 50 meters from the beach, landing bearing gifts of each boat rowing through the surf and gently landed on the beach. "I see no one, where do you think everyone is?" asked the lieutenant Livorno. "I do not know, but I expected a better health than a deserted beach, "said Boris. Out of the dark depths, the Isle anarchist amphibious assault team discarded their bamboo tubes for breathing and slipped out of the water and slid down the slopes of the three ships, with the other crew members staring at the shore, slip on the rails of the ship as snakes undecteded looking for prey. A quick look at the other ships and a nod insignificant, decended on the aft deck and the carnage began. Screams erupted ships, the men of the shore, looked back to his compatriots, only took a second to register that the screams were not of joy, but creepy cries, the cries of his countrymen dying. Looking to another's eyes in disbelief one, scanned the jungle beyond the beach, suddenly broke a thrill of their bones, their skin was shaking and hair stood on end. Roared a battle cry and in an instant landing party was swarmed by men swinging axes and sticks. The battle was over within minutes, blood, brain matter and skull crushed by the feet like jelly. Mumfred called for silence, reaching down, staring at the empty eyes of Boris broke the hearts of his chest, took center high for all to see, and shouted "We have defeated our enemy, and tonight let's go party! "A thunderous cheer erupted from the coast and vessels. Mumfred looked at his enemy's heart with blood oozing blood over your hand and forearm, gave him a big bite and shouted: "LIGHT THE FIRE"

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