“Where have you been?” “Enjoying death, you should try it.”

Christmas on The Normandy

Photo is from Pinterest

Well my weekend was great and dull all at the same time. Once Upon a Time is now my newest obsession, due to me watching season 4 now. The Lord has surely blessed me, and with that being said, I shall share what has happened in the last few days.

>>>>Season 4 of OUAT; Hook and Emma ❤

>>>>Avatar: The Last Airbender

>>>>playing Halo 4 with my boy and brothers

>>>>Christmas is in 4 days


>>>>editing my book

>>>>watching Skyfall with my boy and the family

>>>>reading my best friend Italy’s stories 🙂

>>>>coming to the end of Mass Effect 3

Like the picture? I think it’s adorable; Garrus in a Christmas sweater and Fem!Shepard in antlers ^_^ My favorite RPG game next to Assassin’s Creed. If any of you guys enjoy RPGs, I highly recommend Mass Effect 1-3 to play when you get bored.

Quote is from James Bond: Skyfall.


“Can your science prove why it rains?” “Yes, yes it can!”


A short story inspired by my pirate 🙂

Across miles and miles of the great ocean, a battalion of ships sailed the outskirts of Great Britain to keep her seas protected from pirates and enemies of The Queen. The captain of the battalion ship was a handsome, dashing Irishmen who enjoys life on the sea and on his ship. He goes by Captain Rhys Clay, a man with the power to swoon a woman with just a glance and can out wield anyone in a sword fight. Rhys was out on the seas by the order of The Queen; she got word of pirates stealing from the royal ships, so she sent Rhys to investigate the situation.
“Careful lads, there be a pirate ‘bout” Rhys warned his crew.
As the crew of Alvington grew close to where the pirate was spotted, the quartermaster spotted something on the starboard bow. He took out his telescope and peered into it; what he saw was remarkable and impossible.
“Cap’n, you betta hav a look” the quartermaster said, as he handed Rhys the telescope.
Rhys took a look through the telescope, and just as the quartermaster thought, so did he. Out off the starboard bow was a flying pirate ship; it was hovering over the ocean with propeller type wings and engines in the back. The figure head was a mermaid of course, and the flag waved a dark black fabric with a skull and cross bones across it. She was a mighty fine boat; Rhys envied the captain of such a vessel and wanted to know how such a thing like that can hover over the ocean.
“Quartermaster, signal them.” Rhys ordered him, just as he stuffed the telescope away.
“Cap’n?” the quartermaster questioned.
“Do as I say or it be the brig for you.” Rhys ordered again with a threat.
“Right, of course captain” he replied and did as he was ordered to do.
Just as the quartermaster did was he was told to do, Captain Rhys prepared himself for a fight, just in case the pirates don’t cooperate properly. He had a plan all thought out. Capture the captain and its crew and take the vessel for his own; it’s a good plan, he thought.
“Be ready lads! These be pirates not enemies of The Queen.” Rhys announced.
The pirate ship stopped, and threw her anchors over across the side; Rhys had his blade and gun ready. Pirates stepped foot on the deck of the Alvington, Rhys could not believe his eyes when he say the captain of the marvelous vessel; a woman.
“Well now, it be a battalion leader for her highness, how quaint” the pirate captain mused.
“You’re a pirate? But you’re a woman!?” Rhys exclaimed.
“And? A woman can sail a ship just as a man can. Even if my ship is a stolen vessel or not” she winks.
Rhys was stunned; he has never met a pirate that was a woman, let alone a beautiful woman before. The pirate captain walked over to Rhys, then she began walking around him in a circle examining from top to bottom.
“See what you like?” Rhys asked.
“You’re a handsome man…too bad you’re a battalion leader in all” she smiled.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” Rhys questioned.
“Alright mates, time to depart and be heading out” the pirate captain ordered, ignoring Rhys question.
Rhys wasn’t gonna let this pirate leave without her name, it just wasn’t good form to leave and not get a ladies name. Before the pirate captain left, Rhys grabbed her forearm and asked for her name politely.
“I go by many names across the skies, but for you handsome, you can call me Serenity” she smiled, and then boarded her vessel.
“Serenity…” Rhys murmured to himself.


After a few months passed, Rhys and his crew were ordered to investigate trouble around the boarder of Ireland. Ever since Rhys met Serenity, he never stopped chasing after her; the crew was getting rather considered with his mental health. The quartermaster, who goes by Rogers, entered Rhys personal cabin to talk with him about Serenity and this chase.
“Cap’n, may I speak freely with you?” Rogers asked.
“Of course, Rogers, please sit.” Rhys offered.
“Okay… Um sir, it’s ‘bout this woman you been chasin’. We think you need to cease it until we get done with the investigation.” Rogers insisted.
Rhys was silent. He knew that the crew didn’t understand; finding this woman could end his numerous dreams rummaging through his head at night. Serenity was the one, the one he wanted to love…the one he did love.
“Please understand, Rogers, I need to find her…” Rhys said.
“Alright, cap’n, but don’t risk the crew because of one woman…” Rogers warned.
Just as Rogers left the cabin, one of the crew members announced that there was movement of the port side; Rhys knew exactly what it might be, and scrambled to get on deck.
“Hand me the telescope!” Rhys ordered.
Rogers handed him the telescope. Rhys peered through it and spotted the vessel from a few months ago; it was Serenity’s sky ship.
“I am not loosing you again, lass” Rhys whispered to himself.
Rhys ordered his crew to raise the sail, and to go full speed ahead; today was the day that his chase was going to end. The crew, still worried about their captain, finally understood why he wanted to find this pirate woman; Rhys loved her.
“Steady as she goes, lads!” Rhys exclaimed.
As the Alvington reached the sky ship, Captain Rhys searched the vessel with his telescope for Serenity; she wasn’t on board. No she wasn’t on board, because she was standing right behind Rhys with a big smile on her face.
“It’s strange that we keep meeting like this, Captain Rhys. Have you been following me?” Serenity questioned.
“Honestly, I have been following you ever since we met.” Rhys explained
Serenity was amazed. Normally when men follow her, they get eaten alive by the sea monsters or shot out of sea by other sky ships. She was honored to have a man so dedicated to chase after her, and not just for her vessel.
“I am honored, Captain Rhys. You have guts like a pirate, but what is it that you want from me?” Serenity asked, as she sheathed her blade.
“I want you…I love you, Serenity.” Rhys confessed.
“What? You’re…your serious?” Serenity was stunned.
Rhys walked closer to the pirate captain; Serenity started to blush from how close Rhys got to her. The two started to slow dance on the deck of the Alvington, as the crew of both Serenity’s ship and Rhys ship watched them. It was that day, when the chase for the sky pirate finally ended; Rhys had his pirate, and he was never going to let her go ever again.
“I love you too…Captain Rhys. I love you too…” Serenity mused.

Quote is from Avatar: The Last Airbender…

“You could always steal a sky galleon…” (Things that Happened)

Above the City

>>>>Dyed my hair auburn red

>>>>playing mass effect day after day… (I’m obsessed with that game)

>>>>large supply of coffee (thanks to my Dad)

>>>>My pirate survived finals 🙂

>>>>Avatar: The Last Airbender

>>>>my baby brother Junior

>>>>my pirate giving me ideas for stories (shh he doesn’t know…)

>>>>wearing black because it goes with my hair color…

>>>>Once Upon A Time, more like Hook ❤

The quote is actually from my pirate himself. He and I were in a pirate kinda mood yesterday, and he said that to me. I swear I was having a fangirl attack because he was saying it in his Irish accent and everything 🙂

“I’m Garrus Vakarian, and this is my favorite spot on The Citadel!”

Please, don’t be offended when reading this, I am only stating my opinion and what I personally believe. If you get offended, I am personally sorry, and will try to keep my mouth shut more often about this subject, but then again I quite enjoy ranting on about these kind of things anyways. Just fair warning

Why is it suddenly okay to accept the LGBT agenda? It’s like a plague across the United States, and its ugly. You can say, that it must of been hard for people to come out of the closet, but who cares?! You don’t see me taking pity of gay people, because they sue us Christians for not performing their weddings or making their cakes. If I found out one of my friends was gay, would I treat them differently? Perhaps, but that isn’t gonna stop me from being their friend, it’s just gonna be difficult not getting into arguments with them. Scripture strictly states that those who practice homosexuality shall not inherit the kingdom of God; it’s a sin to be gay folks. So why disobey God then? Well we are all sinners…meh.

“All things are lawful for me,” but not all things are helpful. “All things are lawful for me,” but I will not be dominated by anything. “Food is meant for the stomach and the stomach for food”—and God will destroy both one and the other. The body is not meant for sexual immorality, but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body. 1 Cor 6:12-13

 Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. 1 Cor 6:9

The government doesn’t give a muffin about what the gays do, whether it’s pushing their agenda, suing us Christians because they refuse to perform gay weddings, or making it legal to be gay. THEY DON’T CARE! I care…I even worry for those that I know who are gay, because they rejected God and what He says in the bible; pathetic. The LGBT agenda hurts Christian families when they sue them, they push their agenda so they can legalize it, and then they plague America. What do you think the founding fathers did if they found out that someone wasn’t straight? They probably hung them or banished them to a small little island where they can live out their days as gays. Whatever is was, the very fact that they don’t do it now, makes me mad. I mean they are still people, but it bugs me to no end that they can get away with stuff like this.


Farewell, and until next time…

Sky Pirates You Say? Nah… They be Your Imagination, Mate.


London Skies, 1873
Poseidon’s Rift

The blood soaking through his shirt, led him to believe this was how he was going to die. That old saying, where the captain must go down with is ship is a total lie from the myths. The pirate came aboard the sky galleon; he stared down at the captain who was bleeding and grinned evilly.
“Looks like I’m a stealing your ship cap’n. But I can’t do that if you’re still alive” the pirate said as he whipped out his blunder bust and fired at the captain’s chest.
As soon as the captain was dead, the pirate and his crew raided the sky galleon for any valuables. But alas nothing could be found aboard, so the pirate and his crew left the galleon dangling in the sky. The captain of the Poseidon’s Rift, died believing that pirates were the vilest people to ever roam the skies. But what if one man can change that? What if pirates could be heroes, than thieves and murders?


New Dublin, Ireland
Docking Bay

Damien stood staring up at the large sky galleon hanging from the dock stabilizers; one day he’ll soon own it and be able to fly across the skies. He inherited it after the death of his grandfather, the captain of the mighty galleon. Damien’s grandfather lost The Poseidon’s Rift in the London Skies, and died on board his ship.
“She’s a beaut isn’t she?” a fellow said.
“She sure is, I can’t wait to fly her soon.” Damien smiled.
“Your old man Hughes boy aren’t you?” the fellow asked.
“Yes sir that is me. Why ya asking? Did you know my grandfather before he died?” Damien asked.
The fellow put his arm around Damien and walked him over to a nearby ally way; he said his name is Kale Bridge, and he was the Dock Master here in New Dublin. From what Kale told Damien, is that his grandfather had gold stashed secretly away on his ship, thus why the pirate killed him in cold blood.
“You’re serious? My grandfather had gold on his bloody galleon?!” Damien exclaimed.
“Shhh!!! Quiet or the commoners will hear ya!” Kale cried.
“Sorry, but still he had gold on that galleon” Damien pointed to The Poseidon’s Rift.
“Yeah, now you betta be off lad. I think there be someone coming for ya.” Kale said, as he disappeared.
Damien peered around the corner of the ally way and saw his closest and best friend Alya Finch. Alya was in her early twenties; dresses were her worst enemy, so she preferred pants instead of the normal attire for women. She had long brown curly hair and pretty hazel eyes; on occasion her eye color would change when Ayla wore different color of clothing. Alya was of Scottish heritage, so when she spoke, the words don’t come out quite the way she wants.
“Damien, where are ya? I’ve been waitin’ and lookin’ for you.” Alya called out.
Damien snuck up from behind her, and hugged her tight. Alya jumped and turned around to see her friend attached to her waist with a big smile on his face.
“Hi…” Damien said.
“If I was a different woman I would’ve smacked you, but since you’re my friend I won’t let you succumb to that” Alya smiled.
“Well thank you ma lady.” Damien bows.
Damien took Alya to see the galleon he’ll soon get; he told her that he’d always dreamed of being a sky pirate one day, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. In New Dublin, being a sky pirate was against regulation, and if you got caught with a blunder bust in your hand, the Bobbies would throw you in jail for eternity, or so the stories go. Alya didn’t think that being a sky pirate was wise, but she remembered Damien being at the docks watching ships dock and disembark every day after school since they were kids.
“I can’t wait to fly her, Alya,” Damien said, “I can’t wait…”


America Skies

Three years had passed; New Dublin was in ruin from the Ger-Rus army. The army invaded New Dublin, because they heard the myth of the sky pirates and wanted to use them for allies. The Ger-Rus army was made up of the Germans and Russian soldiers; some were even still part of Nazi decent. Once they invaded New Dublin, they took in the resources, the pub and some of the native woman for their own. It was only a matter of time till New Dublin was gone for good.


         “I left Alya there…” Damien breathed.
Damien was sitting in his cabin with a bottle of rum in his hand, drinking his sorrows away and wishing he never left home three years ago. It was only him aboard The Poseidon’s Rift, no crew, no woman to love; it was just him and him alone. Damien did have a crew, but they all left him once Ger-Rus army invaded New Dublin. As he mopped in his cabin, American sky galleons approached The Poseidon’s Rift armed, and ready to take whoever was aboard.
“If the captain is alive, take him aboard the Queen’s Lace for inspection” the general announced.
“Yes General Holden!” the soldiers saluted.
General Franklin Holden. Sole leader of the American Sky Force and father to two children. General Holden was ordered to see why there was a United Kingdom galleon in his sky, and take the captain in for questioning. Men boarded the galleon, and searched it from top to bottom; Damien was fast asleep in his cabin unaware of the noises on his galleon. Throughout the galleon, creaks were emitting off of the wood of The Poseidon’s Rift, as the soldiers of General Holden’s team walked around the cabin hold.
“General, we found the captain sleeping in his personal cabin. It appears he is intoxicated from drinking too much rum. Should we bring him aboard the Queen’s Lace?” a soldier reported through a Farnsworth machine.
“Yes, soldier, immediately!” General Holden responded.
The soldiers grabbed Damien; they pushed and shoved him out of his cabin and onto the main deck of The Poseidon’s Rift. General Frank Holden stood aboard his own galleon, watching his men struggle bringing the intoxicated sky pirate on the Queen’s Lace. Once the soldiers were aboard with Damien in hand, they left the pirate’s sky galleon in the sky, and took him to their Sky Force base: The Dragon.
“Sir, what are we going to do with this pirate captain?” a soldier asked.
“First he needs time to get his mind back, then we’ll inspect and interrogate him.” General Holden stated.
“Alright, General Holden, sir” the soldier said.


Noises of metal, steam puffing and many footsteps emitted from outside the holding cell; Damien awoke up in a place he had no clue where or how he got there. After his hangover, Damien’s head hurt so badly, that the noises around him made the headache worsen by the hours.
“Where in the name of Bloody Mary am I? My galleon, where is it?” Damien spoke to himself.
There was a guard standing by, and overheard Damien rambling on about his galleon and where in the world he was.
“Sir, you’re on board the America Sky Force base that is run by General Frank Holden” the guard informed.
Damien looked up at the guard, and squinted at him from the amount of pain that is running through his head; he could barely see or hear since his hangover.
“Can I speak to your commanding officer, please?” Damien asked politely as he rubbed his head.
The soldier nodded, and whipped out a Farnsworth machine; Damien wondered what sort of object it was, since he has never seen such technology since he left New Dublin. Farnsworth machines are hand held communicators that was designed by Philo Farnsworth way before Damien was even born; no wonder he didn’t know what it was. Just as the soldier promised, General Holden was standing in the holding cell with Damien discussing as to why he was in American Skies and dressed like some hobo.
“So you’re telling me, son. That you escaped a huge war outbreak in your country by the Germans and Russians? That doesn’t explain your sky galleon or the way you’re dressed either.” General Holden stated.
Damien totally forgot he was dressed as a pirate. He looked down at his clothes and saw that he was wearing his long black leather trench coat, and on his legs were dark brown leather pantaloons with black boots to match. Well this was some explained, he thought.
“I can explain my appearance, mate.” Damien sighed.
“I have all day, son.” General Holden crossed his arms.
Damien ruffled his dark brown hair and let out a small sigh again; he wasn’t sure if telling the general that he was a sky pirate would help the situation he was in any better. But the truth will set you free, Damien thought.
“I am a sky pirate, General,” Damien explained, “I am from New Dublin, Ireland. After these three years had passed the Ger-Rus army took over my home. I ran away like a coward, because I wanted to live and I ended up leaving the one I loved the most behind in the fight.”
The general’s eye widened, he has never faced a real sky pirate before, plus he always thought sky pirates were a myth or child stories. Holden stood up from his stool that he sat on, and told the guards that Damien could go on his merry way whenever he wants. He needed to collect himself after such an explanation.
“General, may I make a call to New Dublin?” Damien asked.
General Holden froze. He didn’t tell the boy what happened… He needs to know, Frank, you can’t just keep information from the boy, he’ll go insane.
“Damien, follow me…” Holden said.
Damien followed the general down a long hallway from the brig and onto the bridge of the Sky Force base that he never saw when he boarded the base. He saw soldiers and airmen walking around the bridge, never in his whole life being in the sky has Damien seen a base in the sky before; it was the most extraordinary thing
“This is bloody brilliant, General, sir.” Damien exclaimed.
“Thank you, but it’s not mine. The blasted government paid for it, so legally it belongs to them and the dumb president.” Holden stated, with a shake of his head.
Damien had no clue what the general was talking about, so he just nodded his head. The two continued to walk, as they reached the offices that kept the commanding officers busy, General Holden escorted Damien to his office, and sat the pirate down.
“Listen, son, there something I didn’t tell you in our little talk back there in the cell. I want to make sure you’re prepared for this, okay?” Holden said, with a strange look on his face.
With a nod of Damien’s head, General Holden explained that New Dublin and everyone in it has been blown up or burnt to a crisp. Nobody could’ve lived through that, not even an automaton could for that matter. Being obstinate, Damien refused to believe a word the good general said; it wasn’t true
“I can’t just sit here, general! You’re expecting me to just nod and believe ya mate?! Well too bad, I don’t!” Damien exclaimed.
“I perfectly understand your anger son, but I got word from my ground patrol this morning. He informed me that he couldn’t see people at all, mainly burnt corpses.” Holden stated.
The general handed him a Farnsworth machine from his desk, and told the pirate that he could try New Dublin, but it was a useless attempt. Damien flipped a few knobs on the small hand held machine, and tried to tune into the base but all he got was static and loud screeching sounds.
“I am so sorry, Damien.” Holden sighed.
“This can’t be…I was a coward for leaving home. I should’ve never left…never.” Damien sobbed.
Damien was right, once he left people moved on, and lives in New Dublin changed; Alya Finch got married to an American and bore a child. Being a hero for those who don’t want one is hard, running from yourself is stupid, and trying to know what you’ve done wrong is impossible. Damien needed to understand, that being a hero comes with sacrifices, even if those sacrifices mean losing those he loves.
“Son, you may be one man, but a lot of men made a difference. You can make a difference; you can save those people and bring back their hope once again.” Holden encouraged.
“I might just do that…I might just do that.” Damien grinned.

I have been in a pirate mood ever since Captain Hook came on Once Upon a Time. Irishmen can be such amazing pirates…it’s like chocolate with rose petals, you can’t get enough of it. It’s a weird thing, I know. Nut us fangirls and some fanboys have weird things about fictional characters am I right? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my little story here; there’s more of it don’t worry. I tend to mess with people’s head…ehehe! That’s the joy of being a writer 😉


Until later…