#betweeners

The Seeker wobbling in distraught. Was he just going to sit here and allow his Crewmate to perish another tally? Did he learn anything? For someone of zero fear when broken and bent at concealed arm’s even the most durable foundations may crumble. The Captain couldn’t bear this anymore! He wouldn’t! Shelah was severely injured and in small tears. Preparing herself for her custom and wicked upbringing to come back in repeating. Her ruler the Banshee forewarned her of certainty all males were just the incarnation of single-minded destroyers especially the pirates who slipped themselves in unfortunately into her Isle’s proved. In a cycled pattern. She thought that self-serving and surviving for the fittest was likely in his nature especially when in this spot. Despite this, the Captain was outmatched here. He stepped forward before plummeting arch and stammered in a shout against his opponent whatever that right Red-Hand could do. “No! Don’t ye’ touch her!!!” Drawing in he’d lower in submission his forehead into the surface near the boots of the assailants right before his tone came too commanding in fight… He conceded his pride and greed into the bowels of priorities.

“Oh…?” The blacked coated individual took the chum but then sighed unimpressed, “Guessing this is one of those, kill me pleas instead of the other?” Rearranging his reckoning towards the Captain’s visage slowly in creeping unless could be convinced with raw meaning. Humiliated in this breakage but he wouldn’t… Couldn’t ever allow his vows to be broken again. He would rather charge and plunge himself and advisory into the cursed depths. Though… He had one gambit with his keen observance. “Ye aren’t any surprise contractors. Hired from below decks by Princess Unitard? Then I’ll buy yer service out. Obviously yer skilled and coming across contacts and getting gil has become redundant. Though, I can offer better than the other guy.” He’d flare and intensely flash his stare with a collective and confidence succeeding himself in all convincing. Having to result in exposing himself alive to assassins wasn’t probably the wisest. Though as often dead man tells no lies, and he very much was dead if this didn’t work! Now, this was mildly amusing and unique. The Captain would be a fool to lie to him right here in this dangerous revelation. “What makes you believe I’d ever exchange a client’s wish for slaughter?” Drawing an ilm back on his hovering hand. Captain clenched his jaw before remaining iron, “Cause ye are in business with pirates. This is a sport for you. Is your business model really that complicated t’ understand? You’d rather rake in the biggest pool. Regardless of whose life is in question, none of that is ever a concern. I know a man in your line, a bunch in fact. I’m not just some random accidental pirate ye hit. I’m yer golden ticket. I’ll exchange for our lives with the promise of relics of every single one I’ve collected in my sea-vessel. Not only do they fetch higher prices for gil but can only boost your blood-shedding possibly your enjoyment and creativity.” Swallowing under this restrictive tension. If this didn’t work, he’d have to hurl entire shoulders and body-weight and the last amount of force to bide enough for Shelah to muster a worm out if she could or accept their perish. Immersed the individual with a side of light and dark intimidatingly giving him a Gemini facepaint thought it out a split of his body. Admitting this situation was unique. They managed still even in their condition to give an actual challenge to his companion who was also barely conscious. And this pirate was willing to remove every single remaining amount of fortune for the sake of what… One woman? For the price of his past his last remaining infamy and namesake surrounding him. He’d give away all worldly possessions, a pirate nonetheless. He made it convincing enough it would have still been a ploy and last-ditch desperation for the Miqo’te. The reaping threat decided to address his own cohort. “You heard everything, didn’t you? What are your thoughts.” He’d reach in and withdraw his red-right hand and draw out that hand that always stayed in his pocket. A golden rune on the exterior flesh glowed around before replenishing and nearly instantaneously recovering his wounded partner. It only solidified Captain’s instincts and hunches they never had a chance to win this absurd encounter. Fiona felt enlightened and peace sent through her as she finally emerged once again spunky and fiery, “Blimey about o’ time. Ya’ enjoyed me squirming out in agony that you did, you’re a freaky sadistic bastard…” After an awkward gut-wrenching pause, “Honestly, I had a laugh with em’, I’d like to reclaim their heads when they’re not little bitty wounded fawns.” Ironically she looked down on them despite her loss. Everyone just glossed and internally shrugged it off. Speaking nonchalantly about their deaths. Though each of them clearly would be more thrilled to hunt and overall slay something that gave them a rush than just a few second thrill rides this was their comparable sex. “Fiona, go check out if he’s telling merit, count your blessings then for this one exception, we’ll see. Pray, you’ve enough to buy a temporarily freedom.” They’d quietly leave verifying Captain’s plunders were genuine. Now attaining an arsenal of his main-stay including his trusty Scimitars of the Voidal series, alongside any other thing that looked valuable in coffers and pouches. Though while Shelah looked a bit in disbelief, Captain reflected his own opposite in relief. He’d check on her. Now completely understanding just who her devoted Captain was at the core. Still, she couldn’t help but muster weakly in detest, “...Wh-y… --Why, you’re the leader! That was your LIFE!” Outcries ejected from her by his sacrifice of accolades, accomplishments, and ‘valued’ treasures stockpiled throughout all his legacy.

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‘In-Betweeners’ Are Part of a Rich Recruiting Pool for Jihadists

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“Many of them just take their grievances and dress them up in the garb of Islam,” Mr. Bergen said.

That has become easy in the age of the internet. The attackers in San Bernardino, Orlando and New York all had expressed support for the Islamic State, and they and the Boston bombers were devotees of the voluminous online work of Mr. Awlaki, who was killed in an American drone strike in…

Soy complicada. No puedes simplemente tomar mi amor y empaparte de él. No.

También tú tendrás que ceder y eso te costará. Puede que decidas marcharte de mi lado porque encontraste a una chica que te satisface en vez de una mujer que te haga pensar.

No soy esa mujer a la que tienes que proteger, porque no soy tan frágil como para romperme. Estoy endurecida. Tengo cicatrices de batalla que quizás se parezcan a las tuyas; y no me avergüenzo de ellas, son mías y son parte de mi historia.

Y sí, probablemente sea esa mujer que respetas, o esa mujer a la que admiras. O la mujer que te gustaría encontrar en casa cuando llegues del trabajo. La mujer que buscas cuando necesitas fuerza y apoyo, pero no soy la mujer de la que te enamoras. No soy la chica con las que quieres pasar horas mirándola. Esa chica que es tan delicada, que te dan ganas de pelear contra el mundo por ella. No. Soy fuerte, tozuda y peleona. No voy a caminar detrás de ti, voy a caminar contigo. Voy a empujarte tanto, o más, de lo que me empujo a mí misma.