Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-13488655-20161206003534

"... Was actually hinking of following the footsteps of one of my ancestors. He'd maroon people he didn't like on a small island with not food or water to drink, ripping their legs off slowly infront of his crew, then leaving them with a small bottle of alcohol and a flintlock gun with a single bullet. That way, they either could ration the drink and die slowly, or end their misery quickly." Penina treatened as she pressed her foot against Nickelae's ribs, miming holding a gun against his head during her last sentance.

"That's how REAL pirates handle their problems.... Check the kitchen. If he's right, I'll make sure he 'sleeps' all the way through the leg ripping."