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mackrelmint
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Yesterday was cleaning day. Tomorrow was laundry day. Which could only mean that the day after yesterday was Pirate Day! Or, in other words, a good excuse for Pippi to play and cause trouble. She could have gone to school like her next door neighbors, Tommy and Annika. They were such good little children. But Pippi didn't want to. School- shmool. All that reading, writing, and 'rithmetic business was just silly. The teacher was nice, but she didn't make any sense. And Pippi couldn't understand why they weren't allowed to stand on their heads like children in India. True story! In India, all kids stood on their heads in school. It was better to learn that way because all of the knowledge would go to the top of their brains! And it only took them five minutes. Then they were allowed to go outside and play tag. Or do anything else they wanted. Like eat cake! And candy!
Yum!
No, Pirate Day was much more exciting than school day. So after she watched Tommy and Annika walk off to the school building, somewhere in Ozland, Pippi went digging through her dress up clothes until she found her pirate hat (with a big white feather!), her eye patch, and her sword. Then she skipped off the steps of Villa Villekulla, Herr Nilsson following behind her.
Old Man, the polka dotted horse that lived on her porch, whinnied at their departure.
"Not today, Old Man!" Pippi cried. "You know you get sea sick! And if we find a ship, that's exactly what we're going to do! Go off to sea to find buried treasure!"
Old Man huffed and clip-clopped around to the opposite side of the porch. And Pippi skipped down the road, Herr Nilsson scurrying to leap up onto her shoulder. She was a crazy little girl. Her bright red braids sticking out from beneath the pirate hat, and her large black shoes stomping around the ground. She waved the sword around, pausing every now and again to pull up one of her long stockings, that were slipping down her leg.
"Hum de dum! Dum de hey! Wake on up, it's Pirate Day! Come on, Herr Nilsson! Sing along!"
The monkey just licked its paws and cackled.
Tags:
pippi, hunter
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Hunter didn't trade as often in Ozland as he did in Camlann. Because, well, Ozland was just plain weird. He hadn't expected to make it to Ozland so fast, but he'd left Camlann, and as expected by the state of his ire, went wolf shortly outside. He traveled twice as fast as a wolf than as a human and found himself near Ozland in record time. He bided his time, off the road, until he finally shifted back, and with more skins and furs to sell headed into town.
It was about mid-day. Few people were about, busy with their work, children at school. Hunter didn't expect to find a host of people out and about in the streets, except those out for lunch. He most certainly didn't expect the loud raucous cheers and calls of a small redheaded girl, dressed rather ridiculously, who was so caught up in... whatever the hell game she was playing... she might not have noticed the large hunter blinking at her in something akin to surprise.
She was accompanied by a monkey, who sat on her pirate-decorated shoulder, in true piratical fashion. At first glance it seemed to be just as effervescent as she.
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But Pippi noticed everything, and when she saw the man with the furs just standing around, she danced her way over to him. Well, he was paying attention to her, after all! And Pippi loved to be the center of attention.
"Arrr, matey! Be thee sea man or land lubber?!" She said in her best masculine growl. The monkey chattered in reply before the Hunter could say anything. "Hush, hush, Herr Nilsson!"
Pippi clapped her hands together and danced around the Hunter, circling him twice before stopping to stand directly in front of him, blocking his path. She placed her hands on hips and gave him a persistent stare.
She cleared her throat.
"My good sir! If you will bequeath some perti-nent-able information to me, I will purchase some of those furs for my hearty crew! Yarr!"
She lifted her eye patch to get a better look at the furs.
"Ah! An excellent tradesman you must be! Now tell me! Where might there be some pirates? We are off to steal their buried treasure!"
Herr Nilsson took off his own little pirate cap and bowed his head.
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Hunter seemed slightly relieved there was not longer a chittering primate on his person. "Listen, um, kid - what's your name anyways? - you don't need to buy a fur from me. It's all right." Some of them were kind of expensive. Maybe on of the smaller, cheaper ones... He'd feel a bit off though, selling one to her if she thought she had to for his so called services. Which, hell, he really hoped he wasn't sending her off into danger.
His conscience crept up on him, the urge to make sure where she went she arrived safely. It had been like that in the beginning with Red, but then, Red was older now, and this had changed... Hunter shook his head and spoke, "Are you going off to fight pirates, then?"
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What. In good hell. Was happening around him? The monkey was back, the kid was singing at the top of her lungs, and Hunter just followed, subdued, taken aback, and oddly amused. But only a little of the last one, of course.
"That's quite an interesting goal. I, er, I'm already grown up. And I'm a hunter. And fur and skin trader." Rather dull sounding when compared to a pirate in the mind of a child, no doubt.
Of course, that wasn't all Hunter was.
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