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Treasure Planet II Chapter 24"Well! okay?" pirate laughed, and then his team.
He opened the locks on both cages and held hands two guys.
He again brought them into this huge hall.
"Now you know all about Jim. Remaining desire to communicate with her?"
"Once more," he said through clenched teeth
"Oh, how impudent! Oh well, not up to you, you forgive me .... Mary! Bring her here!"
Pirates took the girl by the hair and brought closer to the captain.
"I. .. think about what you said on the ship ... I have decided to forgive you!"
"Forgive? What you for?"
"Chchchchchch! Calm down, calm, I decided."
"I don't care!"
"Do not you want to save lives?"
Then pirates ruthlessly took Jim's hand, put in a very uncomfortable position, face down!
"Noooo! Do not touch him!"
Pirate tenderly watched her suffering.
"Well, it is good! What's the deal? SAY, ??I'll do anything!"
"No!" Jim said, but Mary was not listening
"Say, I'll do anything!" she cried
Pirate made ??very small gesture, and pirates face lifted Jim.
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"No!" she said
"What, do not like it, yes!" continued to mock pirate "Oh, my God, who we have here," a pirate took Jim's shirt and raised his hand just above himself (Jim was already connected) "Not really a famous James Hawkins, Treasure Hunter"
"Let her go," Jim said, his teeth
"Oh, what we daring" pirate laughed, "You know who she is? She's my daughter, if not yet understood, not just DAUGHTER pirates," he paused for a moment with a surprised face, and then there came his sly smile "you do not know, right? She did not tell you. Decided to hide it. ha-ha-ha! "
Pirate Jim dropped to the ground, but still firmly held.
"Well, I will give her the opportunity. Ability to speak."
Mary looked at her father already not so, her eyes were full of a sense of duty, shame, bewilderment and frustration in itself.
Pirate released Jim , but the other was captured. Then captured and Mary. And taken to a cell. More precisely, in two cells. They were very close to each o
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Jim flew to Nobul. He put cards in the hand and took hold of the steering wheel. He flew around the planet, examining it closely, and saw the light from one cave. He flew closer and heard some voices. He jumped off the boat, and went quietly to the voice of strangers. Tunnels was dark, but go not hit the wall it was possible. Then Jim came to the end of the tunnel and saw Mary, the captain, standing in front of her, and a bunch of dirty pirates and strange. First, Jim calmly walked into the light, looking away, but then stopped looking forward with the crazy eyes, stood and quietly tried to go back, he hid behind a wall, but then he saw something like a cave even less, but because it would be very convenient watch everything happening. He got there. He lay down and began to listen and watch.
Mary was on her knees, and frowned angrily looked at her father. He stood before her.
"Well, my dear, nobody expected that you run away, betray us," said with an expression he
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For all these Morph watched, he saw that Silver flies away, and without him, so immediately flew to Captain Amelia and Dr. Delbort.Morph quickly flew up to them and started trying to say something.
"What happened to Morph?" asked Doc, after Morph tugged at his ear.
"I think he wants to say something," came the captain.
Morph began to show variety shapes, thus saying that Jim departed, he is in danger, and Silver went after him, but they do not understand.
"I have always been bad with the solving of charades," said Delbort.
Morph sighed, but continued to do so.
Meanwhile, Mary was held captive by pirates. She was not afraid of them, she kept twitching, trying to beat them, or run away, but nothing came of it. Finally a ship arrived with them to some strange planet, the girl's face all the time was frowning. Approaching the planet from the spacecraft began to put out the mechanisms which put the ships easily and pleasantly on the water. The ship swam to a cave, one o
Treasure Planet II Chapter TwentiethChapter nineteen
Evening. Jim was standing a side of the ship and gazed thoughtfully into space. Silver was passing by and thought as if to support him. Finally he walked over to him and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Listen, Jim ..." tried to speak with him an old cyborg
Jim jerked his shoulder. Silver was surprised.
"Take it easy, lad!" said Silver
"What!" turned sharply to him, Jim "Take it easy! Do you realize what happened? She as killed!"
"But she will muddle through, is strong ..." said John
"No, she will not, I must do something ...!"
"You must not!"
"No, I must!"
"Why, lad, why?!"
"What's the Hell, I love her!"
Jim looked at him in such a piercing gaze, and Silver was surprised. Then Jim turned away and continued to look into space. Silver looked to the side, then on the floor, then to Jim.
"I understand how you feel, Jim, I have felt so" said Silver.
Jim turned and looked at him.
"Really. But then I lost a lot."
"I don't care," said Jim rudely, "I'll do my best to save her an
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Jim heard that someone is running, turned around and rolled his head:
- Well, I said! Sit there! Mary!
- You see, I'm busy!
Jim gave her a gun.
-You know how to use it?
- Yeah! Experience is!
- What? What other experiences?
Mary turned sharply and stopped, loaded the gun and began firing into a pirate, who chased after her:
But the pirate did not think of giving up, he wriggled, but when the girl still got it in his heart, he fell a couple of seconds, then got up and rushed her to run away as if nothing had happened.
-What the hell you are!
She ran on, reloading the gun.
-Jiiiiiiiim! It does not work!
- Run here!
-I have an idea better!
Mary saw a rope hanging in front of her, grabbed it, made ??a circle and behind to back hit the pirate kicked! Then he jumped.
- Huh, not bad for the first time.
But there it was! From behind a very sharply and suddenly grabbed her very fat pirate. He immediately struck up her mouth with a handkerchief and
Treasure Planet II Chapter EighteenChapter Eighteen
- Ah! Pirates!
-What! Can't be!
- Quickly to places! - shouted the captain
To her held up a chest with the weapon. She began taking it in her arms and throwing her team members. All caught all the first time. The battle began.
-Delbort! By the gun!
The doctor ran to the gun, awkwardly sat in it and cried:
- For Science!
Then, without understanding, he looked at the unknown buttons, frowned, and began to shoot by clicking on the horrible. The captain deftly jumped from the bridge and pulled her sword out of its sheath and began to fight.
-Give us a girl!
-I want to save you! I must go to them!
Mary looked at him.
-You sit here and, hear, go nowhere, will not go away!
-I said don't move.
The girl looked at him with a frown, and then at him and smiled. Jim also smiled. Mary sighed, and looked him straight in the eye. Jim shook his head slightly, looking at this all down, and dramatically kissed her left ch
Treasure Planet II Chapter Seventeen
Here, Jim awoke in a cold sweat, suddenly jumped up slightly. He caught his breath a little from this horrible dream. Outside was dark night. Jim turned his head to the right, and immediately smiled. Mary slept quietly, turning her back on him. Mary slept quietly, turning her back on him. Jim got up and walked over to her:
- Hey, wake up!
She turned slightly:
And she turned back. Jim frowned slightly at first, and then, unexpectedly to her, picked her up.
-What are you doing? - sleepily she said.
-If you don't want to go myself, I'll carry you.
She rested her head on Jim's shoulder and closed her eyes. Jim has blossomed into a smile, even laugh wanted, but cleared his throat and made ??a serious expression on his face.
Jim stood quietly with her for the most comprehensive and high mast with the help of solar surfing. Jim put her right. Then he shouted to her:
-Open up your eyes! Hurry!
She lazily opened her eyelids, and have not regretted it. Her face liter
Anyway - MeetMeet
It was raining. Keith was standing right under the window and shouted Meryl:
- How don't ya understand! Now I do everything! Anything!
She stood in her room by the window and listened to it all. She wanted to forgive him, but she did not know whether it is right. But our story does not begin with this rainy evening. It started about three months ago, on a warm sunny spring day on the street.
As you understand, it was spring. Meryl sat on the grass beside the road, this little fenced-clearing and a low stone wall. She lay down on it and admired the sunset. Around her lay something. It was a skateboard. She tried to learn to skate on it. But it nothing happened, and she sat down to rest.
Keith just was walking, just like always. He liked to walk around spring evenings.Then he paused for a moment and saw the silhouette of a female near the fence. He walked silently and boldly sat down beside her. He saw around her skate and ask:
At first she was embarrassed.
- No. I'm just le
Do We Need a New Language about Homosexuality?One of the more popular, misunderstood, and challenging problems Catholics face today is the topic of homosexuality. I think of the many great strides we as a Church and as a culture have taken in speaking about it. In the same way, neither side whether secular or religious, has spoken more clearly on the subject. Catholics, at the very least, have always been very good at making distinctions. The process of making distinctions is not just good philosophy and theology, but it also aids in our practical and charitable responses to what we experience.
When we respond to homosexuality we should know what it is. Moreover, when someone is homosexual it does us little good to categorize that person according to preconceived notions about their sexual activity, sexual purity, or moral state. In fact I've usually seen these reactions as one's own personal, moral blindness than as a useful discussion geared towards understanding something so as to respond to it more effectively.
That being said
Hello, My Name Is Oscar
Hello, my name is Oscar. This is my story.
From when I can remember, I had lived in a cage with my brother. I didn’t mind it. We kept each other company. We had plenty of humans giving us food and water, playing with us, petting us, giving us attention. We had the life.
One day changed that, though. It started off like any other day, my brother and I sleeping in the cool indoors, when a little girl and her mother walked into the store. She was looking at the various other cats that were in other cages, before she turned to her mom and asked her something. The mother pointed to our cage and replied. Of course, I wasn’t too bothered by it. Humans came in and out all the time, looking at us animals in cages. I simply rolled over onto my stomach. Then the door to our cage opened. That’s funny, I thought, we were already fed today. One of the humans who fed us took my brother and me out of the cage, handing my brother to the girl’s mom and me to the little girl
What Is Love What Is Love
Love is an emotion, but it is also something more.
To deny ones self for the sake of another,
To put the self second instead of first,
That, is love.
Love is not idle, Love is not stationary.
Love moves, Love is action.
On Heroes and VillainsThere’s a saying, “When on the path to becoming a hero be wary that you don’t wind up the villain”. What that saying doesn’t warn you about is that ultimately the paths become one and the same and it’s almost impossible to see the dividing line.
The Problem with MemoryThe Problem with Memory
I don’t care what anyone remembers of me after I die. I mean, I’ll be dead, I won’t be around to care. And to a lesser extent I don’t even care what anyone evokes of me while I still draw breath. Memory is a broken concept. It can be warped and skewed by even the most impartial observer until it has no bearing on fact, on what truly occurred. How many great men does our society reminisce fondly of who were hated in their lifetimes, perhaps for good reason? And how many unassuming saints die in total obscurity by the very nature of their humility, their good deeds never to be thought of again?
I say it again, memory is a broken concept.
This is our curse, imaginably, for our own hubris. Or maybe it is the reason our race as a whole suffers such grand delusions in the first place, that we might have worshipped Caesar and Augustus as divine beings instead of the plain men they were. Plain men we all are, flesh and blood, and imperfect to the
LABOR DAY 2014 “LABOR DAY”
(What Made America Great)
Another labor day is nearly at hand
Those whom we honor, in this, OUR GREAT land
All who do toil week after long week
Hoping to gain the ‘dream’ they each seek.
For those who DO ‘risk’ everything they possess
To start a new business with financial stress
We THANK YOU for investing in places you reside
In hopes that your business will give you much ‘pride‘.
But we ASK that you also remember the people
Who helped build your dream, your church, their steeple
For both on ‘their own’’ stand tall and stand proud
Yet when COMBINED, both shout it out loud!
There’s a delicate balance between ‘worker’ and ‘boss’
To disregard EITHER is everyone’s LOSS
One without the other is like a man with NO ‘Heart’
Who walks on this earth but is always ‘Apart’.
I fear that this ’balance’ is no longer ‘true’
On Fate and Destiny and OtherHere you stand at a crossroads. The road of fate to the left and the road of destiny to your right. If you were to go left then you were fated to choose so but if you go to the right then you were destined to go that way. But what if you choose neither? What if instead of choosing one or the other you made a different choice? What would we call that?
One word for it may be “freedom”.
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That in itself is a form of strength.
On FreedomWhen I think of freedom, true freedom without rues or laws, I see the way of the natural world. I also see, however, chaos. Chaos which only appears when you give humans the freedom of the natural world. Mankind can’t handle freedom therefore they create chaos. Humans are meant to be bound by social, cultural and political tethers, humans can not know or have true freedom.
About what?About what?
Today I rode the subway. I was sitting. At the door stood a young girl. Why she got there? Maybe just was not the place, just maybe did not want to sit and ... who knows? Only she, and maybe she does not know. Why is her head is down? Maybe she's upset, and she was tired, or hurt her ... who knows? Only she said.What was she thinking? Nobody knows, but she. The most amazing thing she did not move for the time of the train. She stood there and did not move, as if she - a statue. Even more surprising was the fact that she was in the hands of a sprig of lilac. White lilacs. Why not? Someone gave her this, she tore it or to give to someone? Who knows? Only she said. All are different and so she is. Who is she? She is ..... me.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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