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| On Parchment Scraps; Notes from the marines' barracks | |
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| Topic Started: 7 Dec 2007, 04:56 AM (357 Views) | |
| Brendan | 7 Dec 2007, 04:56 AM Post #1 |
A Legend. In regimentals. Pwn.
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Various marines will lay hold of this book, so the entries will be written from different points of view and writing abilities. *ink splatters* Afturnewn Watch. This was an emtee book wen Jones give it to me. Its for [doHTML]<strike>riting</strike>[/doHTML] writing watever come to me mind. I think hes beeing funy. Becawse of giveng Quintin reeding lessons. I saw whare Jones put his bawttle of rum tho so ther wil be drink with mess to-day. Ther sownds the bugle, the dam'd thing. [doHTML]<strike>Fateegh</strike>[/doHTML] *ink smear* [doHTML]<strike>Fahtee</strike>[/doHTML] Fateeguh. That dont seem rite. O wel. The lads is passin for the pahrayd grownd. Shud go to. Dam. Corp. Mcintyre *ink smudge* |
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| Brendan | 7 Dec 2007, 04:37 PM Post #2 |
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i stol mcintres jernal. hes surching fur it uvryware. buggr ohs me tupnce. woant git this bak til i git me tupnce. cor heer he fund - *jumble of letters and ink smears* ~ That blakgard Higgins had me book. Thowt he was klever, but hes got a good wack long his fat hed for it! He wont get his hands on me waystcoaht anetime soon! Corp. Mcintyre |
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| Brendan | 11 Dec 2007, 01:50 AM Post #3 |
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Furst Dogwatch. One of Hancock's lads speered himself thru the leg with his own bayonet. He blaymes it on brandy, but Lachlan saw him foolin' 'bowt with it. Stoopid blakgard put the thing thru an' thru his leg! That I saw with me own ayes, sure it ain't somethin' to be soon forgot. Sposed to meet Sarnt Myles an' sort owt nekst munths watch roll. Hopeflly me lads wil get some time abord ship. Bein away frum the shyte rownd the fort wud be propar nice. Them tars aint bad company neether. Thers a rukshun at the uther end of the baraks. Nothin reely new ther. The lads are always fightin bout somethin. Jonesy's braykin it up, cauze them others are jus watchin. That aint nothin new neether. No lads ben truely happy since them Company bastarts come in. Thers gonna be somethin mayd of it since the capn got hisself inta truble. Aint rite, them bastarts bein round. Duno if thers anee hope in keepin the lads behayvin, but we gots to try, sayz the capn. So, we gots to try. Corp. Mcintyre |
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| Brendan | 19 Dec 2007, 05:39 AM Post #4 |
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*ink drops* So. The good Corporal McIntyre got himself a wrytin' book. Poor blaggard cant spell for nothing. Can't remember to pack it off with him when he goes, neither. Left it a-sitting out in the guardhouse. Anybody coulda nicked it. I reckon this book's for keepin' thoughts and such like. Dunno what the poynt of that is, really, but why not? Lads been getting themselves into truble a lot in the last fore'night. Not a one can say why, or they dont care to, but there was another flogging not a day past. One of Southerland's boys, caught tryin' to chase down some Company toady. Poor lad got two dozen for it. Colour-Sarnt ain't pleased, but Foster's nothin but a craven wayste of bone'n flesh. He dont lift a hand to keep his marines in line. Im surprized that he werent kilt when ole Falcon got ript to bits. We been spendin too much time a-shore than proper. Aint been a full patrol in near a fore-night. Probly why the lads are getting into truble. Theres saposed to be a patrol by Intrepid withyn the month but Capn Gillette aint showin much intrest in fittin out for it. I dont like that ship anyway, shes too block-like, even for a sloop. Ole Interceptor, now, that was a lovely girl. Best postin I ever had, aboard her, bless her planks. Least she aint sailin no pirates about anymore. Reckon I ought to give McIntyre his wrytin book back. His wrytin needs practise. Serjeant Myles |
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| Quintin | 26 Dec 2007, 05:43 PM Post #5 |
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*ink splatters* A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A |
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| Brendan | 29 Dec 2007, 03:58 AM Post #6 |
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Lads keep gettin holed of me book. Bluddee rediculus, it is. Cant keep nuthen seekret rownd heer. Even Quintin layd hands on it. Dunno what Im ganna doo with these lads. Amost imposeble they is. Fownd a report rowt by the ol' major, hid undur some ol' watch rosters. It aint nuthin imporetent, just this an that abowt the lads and how good they ben. Wasnt saposed to be in his old office, but Major Forsythe sent me down fer sumthin an I fownd it. Im keepin it foleded up in one of me ol' shurts, cauze its sumthin frum the ol major whych makes it wurth keepin. Wish he waz back. |
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| Royal Navy & Marines | 29 Dec 2007, 05:47 AM Post #7 |
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| Brendan | 1 Jan 2008, 09:13 PM Post #8 |
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Whoevur dru that is geten a stand at feeld punishment that he wont forget. Simplee bluddee redikulus! I think I noes who dun it, too, hes ben asken lads abowt me book fer dayz. Blagerd is geten a hole bleedin day with ful pak an' musket, Ill mayk him run rownd the pahrayd grownd with that frum Rouse til Lights Out! Prolly the same wee divil that druw the pictur that the Comodor fownd. It waz a propar blowen up that I got fer not spowtten the damn thing but how waz I to see it cauze it wer in his ofise? Ant me stannen outsyde lyke Im sappost to. Ofisers! |
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| Brendan | 31 Jan 2008, 08:00 PM Post #9 |
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*tear at the top of the page* -- dunno what's got inta the lads, but they all gone mad! Attakin us on Dauntless thataway, ant tryin to cut us down, ther own mates! Bluddee madnes, 'tis! Pore ol' Sweeney took a ball thru his head, ant Carter a bayonet in his midle. Id not hav belyeved it if Id not seen it meself. We put em down, onse them sailor lads got stirrd up, but blymey if we dint get took by saprise. *a drop of blood and some ink smears* -- me face. Capn wants shor partees, reckon thers moor truble in town. Aint bin topsyde, so I dunno whats what up ther. Pikin up -- *ink smudge* -- inna major's cabin, fer the taykin a-shore. Gonna hyde me book here fer now. Goin a-shore. Bad doins, this is. |
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| Brendan | 7 Feb 2008, 09:02 PM Post #10 |
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Plans chayngd. Got boarden partees formt, for retaken Proserpina. Johnsons lads are goin' too. Hurd that Johnson got himself hit, surves him proper. Maybee itll set his tempur ryte. Shud be a sharp fight, Morse ant Hancock aint no slowches. Im not keen on waystin me lads for them blagerds, but ordurs is ordurs. Itll be a rare trayter that survives the day! Boats are bein swayed out, can heer the tars shufflen rownd topsyde. No more dallyen. Tyme to set bayonet ant lead agaynst our own mates. |
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| Brendan | 20 Apr 2008, 06:33 PM Post #11 |
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Aint ben nuthen but dyskord ant fightin since them stoopit trayters mewtenied. Theers Kingsten marines evry-playce, takin over from us lads lyke they was ryhtfuly in charge heer ant not us. Aint right, how they ben movin inta our spayces. Bluddee shyte mannurs they got too. I saw a pryvate tell ol Sarnt Myles ta sod off jus yesturday - but sure that blagerd aint gonna disrespek a sarnt ever agin! I reckon that piss-hed is stil marchin rownd the pahrayd grownd with the two ful paks - no lad gits away wit tawkin back to Sarnt Myles! Dint ever think I'd say nuthen, but I dunno if I lykes bein heer no moor. |
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| Brendan | 28 Apr 2008, 04:39 PM Post #12 |
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Them Kingston blakgerds got me lockt up. Buncha bleeden tarts, that lot. Goin rownd lyke they owns the hole bleeden werld. Shur I aint dun nuthen that a propur ofiser wudda delt with inna smart typa way, sted of locken a lad up jus lyke that. All I dun was fyre sum lad's muskett - aint me fawlt them sods was tryen to turn owt me lads lyke they was commen crymenals. Bigest loada shyte I evar seen, this mess. Sarnt Myles browt me ryten book down speshal-lyke though. Rekon he meens fer me to ryte me evul thawts - shur I aint haff that stoopit though. Them Kingston blakgerds knows how to reed too ant wudn't they luve getten their slymee hands on this heer. Beesytes, aint much to ryte. Wurd is Im to be getten more lashes fer dysrespeckten an ofiser, but that Major Stevenson can go ant get stuft. I dunno a lad what'd done no difernt, ant thats ded true. Shudda hit the smug bastart. Onlee thing what smarts is the lads getten pusht owt to the ships. Whatre we sapost to do with ourselvs if we aint able to patroll ant all lyke we allays dun? Ther'll be dyskord ant fightin evry day once them lads get shut up abord ship - propur misary, thats what it'll be. Why cant us boys be let to go home? |
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