Celwriter: 'ello, I is ready to start 'riting again. Be prepared for some intresting developmonts and plot twiztz.
Mary: (knocks on Cel's head) com'on, let the real Cel out.
Celwriter: Ya, this is the real Cel, mon.
Mary: (slaps Cel's back) Cel, I know you're in there!
Cel: Ooo, spooky. Someone is lost, maybe killed. Interesting. I hope she's dead, I mean, I hope there's more intrigue.
Mary: This is seriously starting to p me off.
Narrator voice in Cel's head: And so the voices held Celwriter captive, and little did they know, but Cel had already updated.
Chapter 32
"Stay away from Cel," Ricky told Philip.
"Why?" Philip asked daringly.
"Because she's mine," Ricky declared.
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you," Philip answered back. "She seems like she would rather not see you ever again."
"I believe you're much mistaken," Ricky said, his temper growing. "She prefers professional pirates to weak, bratty nobles."
"Take that back," Philip said. "You no good son of a back alley wench."
"That's it," Ricky said. "I challenge you to a duel. To the death."
"I accept, but first, make sure that some one makes you a nice wooden box, five foot nine perhaps."
There was some commotion outside and Cel turned towards the noise. She could make out that there was some big fight going on, bigger than the average Tortuga street fights
Cel ran out in to the street, there were Ricky and Philip back to back, each with a pistol with one shot. They took ten paces and turned. Cel realized what was going on.
"Stop!" she shouted, but she was too late. Shots rang out.
Celwriter: as if Cel would go for them after that. Guys can be so possessive sometimes and easily provoked. They don't get that way over me. Sad sigh.