SolarWind

And with a little help from me :angry:

I beieve WeareBorg was confused by the addition of information given by Captain HeadBorg concerning all things Amber, I too was confused. Then nik replied, misunderstanding that. This is called ' BANDWAGGONING'. PLEASE TRY TO STAY WITHIN THE CONFINES OF THE STORY. This is what happens. Otherwise, everything seems to be running smoothly, for now.

This is a terrible thing to have. It's often mis-diagnosed. There is help for people once they understand what's happening to them. Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome doesn't just happen to soldiers during time of war.. Life has many little wars people fight everyday. <_<

ELEPHANT JUICE? Just trying to move things along here

SolarWind senses the trouble that is coming. They must choose to do the right thing. Much turmoil aboard the Elusive, storms of the soul.

My first friend in here was Fenriz.

Overlooking this meeting, SolarWind is pleased and turns her attention to the safety and well-being of those on Borabora, especially her favorite young, prodigy WeareBorg, who seems to be a bit too eager for a fight.

Ah, yes. Thank You to the room Gods for quelling this storm of earthly souls. The Tempest has now departed the waters calm. :)

SolarWind, high above watches in the night sky and listens

Sounds like a HEAVENLY idea

SolarWind surveys the situation and blesses this wretched fleet of travellers.

All will be blessed and a safe voyage across these waters will be achieved. She

calms the angry spirits in Jeanway and the Ambassador and they shall work

together, no more fighting. We are all in this together.

~ SIRENS ~

Sea-Nymphs who by their beautiful singing, lured sailors to their deaths. In origin they were young maids, companions of Persephone, posessed with lovely voices. Upon the abduction of Persephone by Hades, the Sirens prayed that they be given wings to aid in the search; thus they became half- birds and half-women. Homer mentioned two sirens; three were often imagined; usually, however, they are thought of as a large group. Two voyagers who managed to sail past the Sirens were Odysseus and Jason.

"I'm Here, Grasshopper" she said quietly. " In the shadows" she added.

" Remember your lessons, this may be real, or it may be another. No harm will come to you, I'm forever at your side, whether you know it or not."

Out of the darkness WeareBorg hears a whispering voice " Do you need me? " It asks. He instantly recognizes it, it was SolarWind.

SolarWind watches from the stern of the Tinkerbelle. Observing young WeareBorg and HeadBorg dragging what appears to be a body from the back of the hut around to the front then inside. She thinks to herself " Don't fail me now, my young grasshopper, remember your lessons" The candles are blown out in the hut, all is dark now. She smiles then lays down on her bed of light and goes to sleep.

SolarWind alights the rises to WeareBorg. Watches the effects of his judgement as he deposits his contents into the Ocean. After the full fledged spewing ceased, then a series of wretches, the poor, little fellow slid down the ballistrade to the deck and lie there prostate. His eyes red and tearing, he looked up at her as she stood over him. " Please SolarWind, I understand now, I won't do THAT AGAIN" he said. She foled her arms in front of her chest and surveyed the pitiful sight. " I have much to do with you, young man, but in time, you SHALL learn. Experience IS the best teacher." She replied.

Now she set her mind on another pressing issue. "WeareBorg?" she asked. " What'd I do now?" he answered. " Oh, Dear, this has nothing to do with you, but I will need your help" She said. WeareBorg sat up from his prone position on the deck and looked at her with anticipation. " Whatever" he replied, waiting for what was coming next.

"I have knowledge of someone who is in need of our assitance". She said to him WeareBorg's interest peaked. " OUR help?" he asked. "Yes" she replied. He then wondered what she meant by 'OUR' assistance. She continued " The forces of EEvil that held you so tightly in it's grip causes much pain and illness in this world. There is a man, we must help deliver from it's grip, also. " Who is it, do I know him?" He asked. " No, I think not, but you will in time" She said with a smile on her face. " Are you still a willing student WeareBorg?" She asked. " OH Yes Maam, yes I am" he answered. " Good, I thought as much" she said. " Now you go clean yourself, your a sight" She intructed him. WeareBorg went below to his cabin, undressed, washed himself of the splashed,dried vomit all over his body, put on a clean set of clothes and returned to SolarWind on deck. " I'm ready when you are Maam" he said as he saluted her. In a flash of light, the ship was transported to the South Pacific. Amidst a group of islands know as French Polynesia. Just off shore, one in particular known as 'Borabora'. She stood at the rail and pointed " There she said to WearBorg" He looked and saw a small island, golden, white sand beach, palm trees and a group of thatched , roof huts. " He is there" she said. " Who?" he asked. She continued. " A man who is in as much need of you as you are of him" she said. " My DAD?" He asked. She smiled down on him an continued. " No Dear, but a man who as you are, without family. He needs a son as you need a father."

WeareBorg's curiosity now peaked. He knew nothing of his own father and longed for one, his whole life. Without the guidance of a father he has floundered in life. With not an anchor to keep him from drifting into the currents of EEvil that he has found himself in. As he is, so is HeadBorg. Sick and dying here alone, SolarWind feels she must intervene and help these two longing souls to find each other.

Anchored within sight of the Tinkerbelle is the British ship, the HMS Bonaventure. The Captain lies within sight of it in his hut on the beach. His Malaria makes the motion of the waves and resulting sickness worse so he has taken refuge on dry land for his remaining time. The crew and ship at his disposal at anytime. Longboats are in the water go to and from the ship day and night at beckoned call of Captain HeadBorg. His crew and the natives of this island taking care of him, yet he still longs for a son. Knowing that HeadBorg IS WeareBorg's natural father is not something she will share with the two unsuspecting men, yet. These are things that will be revealed to them in time, without her assistance. Seeing a bright future in store for both HeadBorg and his son WeareBorg she sets WearBorg down magically on the sand in front of his hut. " Go" she says to him and meet your maker" She smiles. "It's all up to you now" she tells him. Knowing the ship and his father are now his to have if he choses it. She watches from the rail as WeareBorg walks to the archway of the hut and enters out of her sight. She WILLS an instant healing of HeadBorg, the malaria is now gone. He is not aware of this yet, but it will be evident to him within a short time.

~ BACK ON THE TINKERBELLE ~

SolarWind alights on her ship as she did on the Elusive. "Captain WeareBorg, where arst thou my precious charge?" she asks loudly. A sudden explosion of crashing and Klaanging{ :P } metal objects arises from below deck. " I'm here, I'm right here SolarWind" WeareBorg yells from below deck. " Have you been behaving yourself in my absence, my precious?" She asks again, loudly. A silence, no answer from him. " Come up here" she orders him. " Be right there" he answers. More crashing and clanging about below deck is heard. SolarWind now suspects mischief. She goes below deck and follows the noise to the galley. There she sees him, WeareBorg, sitting on the floor surrounded by bowls of food, fruit, gruel, pots of honey, bottles of half drunken wine, breads and cheese strewn all about. Chocolate all over his face, especially around his mouth. He looks up at her. " UH OH" he says. " Gluttonous FOP" she exclaims. " I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was hungry" he said hastily in his own defense. " There is no excuse for this young man!" she said angrily. " Alright, if your so hungry you are to eat EVERYTING HERE right now." He looked up at the tower of a female and gasped " Everything?" He asked. " Yes, EVERYTHING" . WeareBorg knew if he didn't obey her, there would be H*LL to pay. He began to eat and eat and eat some more. Groaning and belching and stuffing it in at an alarming rate. he was making good progress there for a while. Then he began to turn a light shade of PUSE, then it darkened, to a nice olive green. Burping and belching between bites he looked up at her with the most soulful, sick puppy eyes anyone could imagine. Seeing his obvious distress, SolarWind relented and told him to stop. He immediatley ran past her up the rises and began to hurl and puke over the side.

SolarWind, rests in her bed of Light, a smile on her face :P

The White glowing ship appeared out of the mist. A voice was heard saying:

" SolarWind sails as her masters dictacte. You cannot chart the course. You have done much EEVil and have not the right. Your pennance will be to do as your told, never to use your EEvil powers again to hurt anyone. Destruction only leads to pain and more destruction. You must mend your ways! Do you agree to this? What say you, Captain Weareborg? Are you up for the challenge of righteousness or will you continue on your previous path? You can only benefit."

WeareBorg stood silent for a moment, a miracle in itself. He tried to speak but only utterances of gibberish and the like were heard coming from his mouth.

I'll take that as a "YES" she said to him. SolarWind then swept him up in a flurry of mist and plunked him down on the deck of her Majestic, White, Glowing Ship. She then also floated to it and the ship and Weareborg and her swirled up into the night sky by an enourmous waterspout, a flash of light and a crack of thunder and they were gone. Out of the night sky a booming female voice was heard saying. " I always get my man" Then laughter.

The 'Tinkerbelle' sits quietly in the water. Within sight of three ships tethered together. Surveying the horizon, she stands guard. Blessed are the Peacemakers.

SolarWind wofts through the evening air. Keeping an eye out for anymore mischevious behaviors that my endanger the lives and crews of these good ships. Such actions will not be tolerated and will be dealt with swiftly and surely. She is the Guardian of Good.

Taking earthly form, her ship " The Tinkerbelle" will act as a Surety.

Yes, Witches and Wizards in space Harry Potter? Weareborg would make an excellent Wizard in space, on a Sailing ship. Go.

Am I the only one with a moving avatar?  If so, what's everyone's reason why they don't have one.

No your not. Alot of the ships move. :wub:

I use pencil alot too. I like very soft but it needs to be extra sharp all the time. I like to do calligraphy and I find it gives me alot of leaway in the depth of color. Plus I like to doodle. Anyone else doodle? :wub:

Most assurredly a 10. And the special effects were amazing, the best yet :o :wub: :wub: