[Snowseph]

Username: Snow!
Name: Remus
Gender: Female
Short story: [around a paragraph or two] wip QvQ

[MistyKitty101]

Username:mistykitty101
Name:Jem
Gender:male
Short story: He was born in northern Europe, but traveled down to Spain on a whim, there he rescued a beautiful Brazilian bird called a parrot. He named her Siren, for her most beautiful voice. He was chased by black market scandals to the beached coasts of Spain, where he was almost captured, (WIP)

[mothpaw]

[Jaskiest]

Username:
Cityx
Name:
Buccaneer
'a pirate, originally one operating in the Caribbean.'
or
'a person who acts in a recklessly adventurous and often unscrupulous way'
Buccaneer usually just goes by Buck or Bucky
Gender:
Male
Short story:
Bucky looked around himself, breathing in the tangy sea air. Where was he? Ah yes, he was on his pirate ship! Well, it wasn't his. A small frown passed across his face as he thought of his cruel captain who called him a 'landlubber' and 'prissy'. He would show him - he was much braver than that old stink face! Calling the captain names made Bucky feel a little better, so he set back to work scrubbing the floors. The other pirates were singing a shanty song Bucky felt as if he should know but somehow didn't. He put it down to being the seventeenth mate of nineteen sailors - three of which were cats, one of which beat him.
"Boat ahoy!" came a loud shout. Bucky looked up in excitement. He liked seeing the boats! The captain began to bark out orders. This perked Bucky up a bit - he'd been premoted from 'stay below in the cabin out of sight' to 'flank the attacking party'! Bucky raced over to the attackers, a bunch of burly Plumerians with gold teeth and tattoos. Bucky bounced around in nervous excitement. His first real raid! With an excited yelp, he helped let down the gangplank and charged onto the other boat. Suddenly, he stopped in shock. It was a cruise ship with little baby Plumerians in it!
"No, stop! There's childre-" he began, but a neighbouring pirate shut him up with a fierce glare. Bucky managed to herd most of the children into a cabin.
"Where's mummy?"
"I want Pooh bear!"
"Me hungry!"
The children bombarded him with questions. Bucky began to cry for the poor children, and he was sobbing so much he didn't notice the captain sneak up behind him.
"A pirate crying?" the plumerian sneered, his moustache bristling. "Out! Get out!" he shouted.
"Captain, there's land 'ere! Should we chuck 'im off there?"
"Yes, thank you Second Mate,"
Bucky wobbled along the gangplank to many jeers. He jumped off onto a tiny island, and his top lip quivered. How was he going to get home now? Before he started 'eye sweating', he saw a little bird fly over to him. Somehow, it seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Hey, little parrot," he said, sniffing back his tears. "What's your name?"
The parrot gave him a look as if to say, 'How should I know?'
"I'll call you Icarus then," continued Bucky happily. "Now, Icarus, how do we get home?"
Icarus squawked and flew over to the west side of an island. There lay a huge ice cream tub, which Bucky was sure hadn't been there before.
"Wow, thanks Icarus!" Bucky clambered into the tub, and found there was a little ledge inside. "Hop in!" he called, as he began to drift off. Icarus flew over and perched on the ledge, and the two friends sailed off into the sunset. Suddenly, Icarus began to squawk, and squawk, and squawk-

Bucky woke up with a start. He found himself clutching his squeaky parrot toy so hard it was squeaking constantly. He relaxed his grip and clambered out of bed, putting on his favourite dress up outfit: his captain's hat, his bandana and his peg leg - a clever piece of apparatus designed by his mother when he was young to hide his crooked leg. Leaning out of his porthole-like window, he breathed in the fresh air. Not quite sea air - he lived over an hour away from the nearest beach - but still, there was a nice breeze.
"Perfect weather for sailing," he mused happily.
He looked in the mirror and shuddered - he forgot his eyepatch! After that experience with a knife, a toaster and an overdone piece of toast, he'd never been able to look in the mirror again.. ahh, that was better! Pinging on his eyepatch, he surveyed himself.
"Very good, captain!" he said to himself.Grinning confidently, he walked out of his house. He was ready for anything!

[Newts]

Username:
~*SkittlesFan*~
Name:
He calls himself Scurvy, after the disease that plagued many sailors on the open seas, though his real name is Ethan. ( Named after my friend who loves pirates X3)
Gender:
Male
Short story: [around a paragraph or two]
Scurvy was sailing the pacific ocean, his trusty ship The Dutchess rocking along with the waves. It was a good day, clear skies the blue of the ocean water itself. In the distance seagulls were flying peacefully along the salty breeze. He heard a bell ring, and he handed the steering wheel to his first mate. Scurvy headed downstairs and walked into the Grub Hall. The smell of freshly cooked food enticed him in. Inside, the chefs had prepared his favorite: spam and eggs.
" Spam, the meat of pirates. " He said.
" You Are quite right, Captain. " The chef mused.
Scurvy smiled and served up, but not before grabbing a mugfull of root beer to wash it down. He sat down and ate, crewmates singing sea chanteys in the background. When Scurvy was about to take the last bite, the first mate burst through the door.
" Captain! We have found a marooned ship! "
He need not say another word, as Scurvy was back on his feet as soon as the words left the first mate's mouth. Soon enough, he was on the deck, peering out into the ocean blue with his looking glass.
" There! " He said with satisfaction. In the distance there was a small rowboat.
" Shall I set the ship on a course for it? " The first mate asked.
" Yes! Don't stand around like a lazy scallywag, go steer the ship! " He snapped.
The first mate ran off without another word, and soon enough the ship was on a course for the rowboat. When they reached it, they found no passengers, but a large box.
" Take it aboard! " Scurvy commanded.
Once the box was on board, he dusted it off and read the lettering on the side.
" Fragile. I wonder what could be inside? "
He slowly opened the box. At first, there seemed nothing. Then, a shiny white oval rolled out.
" An egg! I wonder what it is. "
Scurvy didn't have to wait much longer to see what was inside, and the egg cracked open as soon as the warmth of his paw touched it. A small colorful bird chirped at him.
" How cute. I'll name it Present. " Scurvy scratched the small bird under it's chin, and it seemed to make a purring noise.
He set the bird on his shoulder, where it would sit many times more, enjoying the beautiful days and cool nights to come.

[nervousnickel]

Username:

sundayrain26

Name:

Wyatt

Gender:

Male

Short story:

Having generally poor luck, it was no surprise when Wyatt was accidentally left behind on an island. The crew had simply overlooked the accident prone fellow. Or so they said.

Regardless, Wyatt was stranded on a tiny island for what he claims to have been months, but was likely closer to a couple weeks. In his time there, he quickly grew dehydrated and resorted to sprawling out uselessly in whatever shady patch he managed to find. Disorientation set in and he was alarmed to suddenly discover various apparently transient island inhabitants. He wished they would take him with them; they never seemed to stick around long.

Then one day, his inhabitant of the day was a colourful parrot. It flew down from the sky to land in a tree overhead, watching the bedraggled plumerian silently. As Wyatt stirred to munch on some stray foliage, desperate for sustenance, the curious bird squawked and fluttered down. It nipped at the leaves, taking tiny pieces for itself.

"Hey, 's mine," Wyatt grumbled.

The parrot, well, parroted back, "Mine!"

"Hmph." Well, the colourful thing didn't seem to be harming anything. So he let it be. By the end of the day, he's talking to the thing, holding full conversations. He presumptuously dubbed it Finn, the snarky beast. By the time the crew returned for Wyatt, the two had become inseparable and Wyatt quite mad. The crew now give him a wide berth and stare at him oddly, particularly when he speaks with Finn. Crazy lot, they were.

[Charchar2]

judging<3

[Charchar2]

It was close between Cityx, Gecko Who, and sundayrain26, but in the end our winner is ...
Cityx!
Your story was creative and adorable X'3 Enjoy Bucky~!

Username:
Cityx
Name:
Buccaneer
'a pirate, originally one operating in the Caribbean.'
or
'a person who acts in a recklessly adventurous and often unscrupulous way'
Buccaneer usually just goes by Buck or Bucky
Gender:
Male
Short story:
Bucky looked around himself, breathing in the tangy sea air. Where was he? Ah yes, he was on his pirate ship! Well, it wasn't his. A small frown passed across his face as he thought of his cruel captain who called him a 'landlubber' and 'prissy'. He would show him - he was much braver than that old stink face! Calling the captain names made Bucky feel a little better, so he set back to work scrubbing the floors. The other pirates were singing a shanty song Bucky felt as if he should know but somehow didn't. He put it down to being the seventeenth mate of nineteen sailors - three of which were cats, one of which beat him.
"Boat ahoy!" came a loud shout. Bucky looked up in excitement. He liked seeing the boats! The captain began to bark out orders. This perked Bucky up a bit - he'd been premoted from 'stay below in the cabin out of sight' to 'flank the attacking party'! Bucky raced over to the attackers, a bunch of burly Plumerians with gold teeth and tattoos. Bucky bounced around in nervous excitement. His first real raid! With an excited yelp, he helped let down the gangplank and charged onto the other boat. Suddenly, he stopped in shock. It was a cruise ship with little baby Plumerians in it!
"No, stop! There's childre-" he began, but a neighbouring pirate shut him up with a fierce glare. Bucky managed to herd most of the children into a cabin.
"Where's mummy?"
"I want Pooh bear!"
"Me hungry!"
The children bombarded him with questions. Bucky began to cry for the poor children, and he was sobbing so much he didn't notice the captain sneak up behind him.
"A pirate crying?" the plumerian sneered, his moustache bristling. "Out! Get out!" he shouted.
"Captain, there's land 'ere! Should we chuck 'im off there?"
"Yes, thank you Second Mate,"
Bucky wobbled along the gangplank to many jeers. He jumped off onto a tiny island, and his top lip quivered. How was he going to get home now? Before he started 'eye sweating', he saw a little bird fly over to him. Somehow, it seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Hey, little parrot," he said, sniffing back his tears. "What's your name?"
The parrot gave him a look as if to say, 'How should I know?'
"I'll call you Icarus then," continued Bucky happily. "Now, Icarus, how do we get home?"
Icarus squawked and flew over to the west side of an island. There lay a huge ice cream tub, which Bucky was sure hadn't been there before.
"Wow, thanks Icarus!" Bucky clambered into the tub, and found there was a little ledge inside. "Hop in!" he called, as he began to drift off. Icarus flew over and perched on the ledge, and the two friends sailed off into the sunset. Suddenly, Icarus began to squawk, and squawk, and squawk-

Bucky woke up with a start. He found himself clutching his squeaky parrot toy so hard it was squeaking constantly. He relaxed his grip and clambered out of bed, putting on his favourite dress up outfit: his captain's hat, his bandana and his peg leg - a clever piece of apparatus designed by his mother when he was young to hide his crooked leg. Leaning out of his porthole-like window, he breathed in the fresh air. Not quite sea air - he lived over an hour away from the nearest beach - but still, there was a nice breeze.
"Perfect weather for sailing," he mused happily.
He looked in the mirror and shuddered - he forgot his eyepatch! After that experience with a knife, a toaster and an overdone piece of toast, he'd never been able to look in the mirror again.. ahh, that was better! Pinging on his eyepatch, he surveyed himself.
"Very good, captain!" he said to himself.Grinning confidently, he walked out of his house. He was ready for anything!

[nervousnickel]

Aww congrats! That is a really cute story. <3

((I'm glad you liked my story, by the way.))

[Jaskiest]

Ahh thank you so so much! <33
Eep I can't believe I won Bucky, I wanted him so much <3
I promise I'll take great care of him <3

EDIT: May I be added to get HEX codes and all that lark? c: