Airship Pirates - Chapter One by Xxlotti-waxX, literature
Literature
Airship Pirates - Chapter One
Under the Radar
Matthew Williams still had no idea how he'd managed to end up as the navigator for the famous (or more correctly, infamous) pirate airship, the HMS Britannica. He'd always been a shy, unnoticeable boy, often overshadowed by his twin brother Alfred. Eventually, he just settled into the habit of following along with whatever his brother did.
So when Alfred decided he wanted to be an airship pilot, Matthew just shook his head and followed him to keep him out of trouble (or try to, at least). A few months later, they were picked up by an airman with a mechanical eye and a French accent, who turned out to be Captain Arthur Kirkla
Airship Pirates - Prologue by Xxlotti-waxX, literature
Literature
Airship Pirates - Prologue
Captain Arthur Kirkland stood alone on the bridge of his airship, the HMS Britannica, gazing absentmindedly out at the dark smudge on the horizon through his spyglass. The strong headwind tousled his tawny hair, and the warm, late afternoon sun stretched his shadow out into a long streak across the deck and turned the Mediterranean Sea rushing past miles below the ship into a dazzling expanse of silver.
"I thought I might find you out here" came a familiar voice behind him, and Arthur turned slightly to watch his first pilot, Alfred Jones, emerge from the hatch in the middle of the deck, a pair of aviator goggles perched on his head.
"I cer
7 o'clock in the evening is not exactly a Goth time of day, especially in summer when the sun is shining so freaking bright it may as well be daytime, but he needs a smoke so damn bad right now, and waiting until it's properly dark seems like a conformist thing to do anyway. Real Goths go lurk in the cemetery whenever they damn well feel like it.
Of course, the downside to visiting his favourite haunt in daylight hours is that it's not always deserted. For example, the population of the South Park cemetery today is a few dozen dead bodies and one live orange-parka-clad one.
He shoots the other boy a half-hearted glare before settling down a
Kenny is five years old when he meets Eric Cartman. Five years old, lying in the snow beside Stark's Pond, which is completely iced over, huddled in a too-big orange parka (a hand-me-down from his brother Kevin), and still slowly freezing to death. His brain hasn't quite grasped the concept of Death yet, not properly, but with his own simple logic, he has realised that the things which break other people can't seem to break him.
Cartman and Stan Marsh are friends by force, pushed together by their mothers who seem to be friends by choice. That day, Sharon Marsh visits Lianne Cartman for a coffee, and the two boys are bundled up in hand-knitt
"I'll miss you, you know" Kevin said, as he helped Kenny load all of his shit into the back of Cartman's car (said shit basically consisting of a few boxes of porn magazines, condoms, and a worn-out orange parker that Kenny couldn't bear to part with).
"You will?" Kenny replied, eyebrows raised in mock surprise.
"Sure I will, lil' bro" Kevin grinned, ruffling Kenny's messy blonde hair, laughing when he scowled in mock annoyance and batted Kevin's hand away.
"Get off, Kev, seriously" Kenny pouted. "I'm not five years old anymore, you know"
"Awww, you'll always be a kid to me, Ken" Kevin said teasingly, "which reminds me, Karen wanted me to