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purplekitteBlamed entirely on my high school choosing a really bad day for the Drug-Free movie. By the way, "Eleventh Annual" means eleventh year of, not Eleventh Division, assuming this is 2006.
Title: “International Talk like a Pirate Day”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Eleventh Division, assorted thugs, Kira
Rating: PG
Word Count: 152
Time: 13 minutes
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
“Arr!”
“Arr!”
“Arr!”
“What the hell is going on?” Kira wondered aloud. The entire Eleventh Division, plus any other thugs that could be found, were all sitting around speaking even more strangely than usual, one finger in the air, but curled rather than directed at someone (except Yachiru twittering away on Zaraki’s shoulder).
“Arr! That be her naturral hair color, matie!” growled Iba was Matsumoto walked by.
“Arr!” affirmed Ichigo, Ikkaku, Hisagi, and Maki-Maki.
Matsumoto slapped the nearest person, Ganju, and stalked off with an “Arr, maties!” of her own.
“Ahoy, me hearty!” Renji greeted them, returning with more sake.
“Avast, there!” yelled Tatsuki, from her very drunk position in Zaraki’s lap.
“What is going on?!” Kira repeated.
Yumichika walked up behind. “It’s the Eleventh Annual International Talk like a Pirate Day.”
Kira gazed at the pirate king with the eye patch and his very drunk crew. “Oh, well, that explains it.”
Title: “International Talk like a Pirate Day”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Eleventh Division, assorted thugs, Kira
Rating: PG
Word Count: 152
Time: 13 minutes
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
“Arr!”
“Arr!”
“Arr!”
“What the hell is going on?” Kira wondered aloud. The entire Eleventh Division, plus any other thugs that could be found, were all sitting around speaking even more strangely than usual, one finger in the air, but curled rather than directed at someone (except Yachiru twittering away on Zaraki’s shoulder).
“Arr! That be her naturral hair color, matie!” growled Iba was Matsumoto walked by.
“Arr!” affirmed Ichigo, Ikkaku, Hisagi, and Maki-Maki.
Matsumoto slapped the nearest person, Ganju, and stalked off with an “Arr, maties!” of her own.
“Ahoy, me hearty!” Renji greeted them, returning with more sake.
“Avast, there!” yelled Tatsuki, from her very drunk position in Zaraki’s lap.
“What is going on?!” Kira repeated.
Yumichika walked up behind. “It’s the Eleventh Annual International Talk like a Pirate Day.”
Kira gazed at the pirate king with the eye patch and his very drunk crew. “Oh, well, that explains it.”
