Every Tale Has a Silver Lining {Open}
Apr 12, 2010 4:37:44 GMT -5
Post by johnsilver on Apr 12, 2010 4:37:44 GMT -5
Not too far from the 'Pirates of the Carribean' attraction stood a long boat of peculiar nature; certainly it was one, yet it seemed to be made not of wood, but nothing but a fine, glistening and golden metal of some kind. The poor thing was caught in one of the most brutal occurrences out in the farthest regions of space one could possibly imagine - barrage and wave after wave of meteors. While it could have been easily avoided had he, the owner, not been giddy and overconfident over escaping most of them, blasting them all to smithereens with a cybernetics piece of mechanics for the sheer fun of it all... it looks as if this failed decision brought about some of his doom. Not only did the boat wind up to becoming nothing short of trash, barricading itself and blocking most of the bathrooms and one corner stand in the process, but the end result left John Silver to be critically wounded for the time being. His once sturdy iron leg of future heap was now broken and busted up to the point of being snapped off, and he had a few bruises, bumps, and scars to look like a painting of Picasso. Grinning though, it was a wild ride more than the neighboring theatrical antics of the Disney ride beside him - he guffawed at the fact he managed to survive.
What became a 'blast it all as they come along' plan, resulted in being hit and being pulled into a similar blackhole which in turn took Mr. Arrow with it, and deep within the reaches came about of the strongest mystified hurricanes this side of the weather on any planet. It would wind up saving John from being ripped apart and drifting afloat lifeless in a never-ending sea of stars and a dark blue wallpaper of nothing, but wind up sending him halfway across time and the unknown and into... Walt Disney World. While the crash seemed to go about unnoticed for a good while, for nobody had actually seen it happen other than it just happened to be there, people were becoming quite interested in the fact of who could have possibly dumped all of this technological junk in the middle of an old ride? When John Silver finally arose, looking pretty grave but laughing it off as if it was just a flesh wound, people's jaws went agape.
"...Aye, fer teh love'a me," he grunted, struggling to get up and having a bit of trouble whilst doing so, "But does me arm still work? Ehhhh?" He began to do a few test runs to see how it fared: Silver, being a mechanical twist on the old tale of the same man to most people's knowledge, was no ordinary pirate. He was somewhat looking like that of a Terminator, but with heart and feeling, and was much less monotone. His soft side seemed to have grappled with him throughout the time he left good ol' Jim back at the Benbow Inn, and it stuck with him like glue - thankfully, these people were catching the man after most of his days of being ruthless were over. But that wasn't to say it would return one day, provided he would be able to find something worth interest. "Pressin' a few buttons there, an'na few over here - yessss'ire! I've gots it! All in one piece with the 'ception of a cup'la dents and bolts missin', but I be thinkin' 'e'll be a good'un."
No one dared interfere with him as he did his own cross-examinations, and using his eye to navigate throgh the re-wiring progress. The fact he was able to do so caught everyone's attention; some more shocked than awe'd and a bit frightened, especially with that belly of his.
What became a 'blast it all as they come along' plan, resulted in being hit and being pulled into a similar blackhole which in turn took Mr. Arrow with it, and deep within the reaches came about of the strongest mystified hurricanes this side of the weather on any planet. It would wind up saving John from being ripped apart and drifting afloat lifeless in a never-ending sea of stars and a dark blue wallpaper of nothing, but wind up sending him halfway across time and the unknown and into... Walt Disney World. While the crash seemed to go about unnoticed for a good while, for nobody had actually seen it happen other than it just happened to be there, people were becoming quite interested in the fact of who could have possibly dumped all of this technological junk in the middle of an old ride? When John Silver finally arose, looking pretty grave but laughing it off as if it was just a flesh wound, people's jaws went agape.
"...Aye, fer teh love'a me," he grunted, struggling to get up and having a bit of trouble whilst doing so, "But does me arm still work? Ehhhh?" He began to do a few test runs to see how it fared: Silver, being a mechanical twist on the old tale of the same man to most people's knowledge, was no ordinary pirate. He was somewhat looking like that of a Terminator, but with heart and feeling, and was much less monotone. His soft side seemed to have grappled with him throughout the time he left good ol' Jim back at the Benbow Inn, and it stuck with him like glue - thankfully, these people were catching the man after most of his days of being ruthless were over. But that wasn't to say it would return one day, provided he would be able to find something worth interest. "Pressin' a few buttons there, an'na few over here - yessss'ire! I've gots it! All in one piece with the 'ception of a cup'la dents and bolts missin', but I be thinkin' 'e'll be a good'un."
No one dared interfere with him as he did his own cross-examinations, and using his eye to navigate throgh the re-wiring progress. The fact he was able to do so caught everyone's attention; some more shocked than awe'd and a bit frightened, especially with that belly of his.