| Lead or Follow - 158 words |
[Aug. 28th, 2004|05:06 am] |
You may think that my having been on both sides of this gives me a distinct advantage in making this choice. However I assure you, it does not. It only makes it harder. While I admit being very content taking orders from Vizzini, I couldn't help but feel that he had nothing but his best interests at heart. This is also called 'human nature' and I'm afraid I suffer from it as well. So I always know that when I am giving the orders, my best interests will be played out.
But there is something to be said for being responsibility and worry free. Simply reacting to what you are told is a lot less hassle and a great deal less stressful.
So for now, I will continue to give orders. I seem to have a knack for saying exactly what needs to be said concerning my men. But we shall have to see how things play out. |
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| Advice from father to son - 202 words |
[Aug. 21st, 2004|05:26 am] |
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Inigo sat, head in hands and tapping his feet against the chair to the rhythm of Domingo's hammer against the red-hot metal. Whenever Domingo put the sword into the bucket of water to cool it off, Inigo loved to inhale deeply the scent that would immerge, because all too quickly it would evaporate into the air. Domingo looked over at Inigo's curious eyes and smiled. "Someday, you wish to be a sword maker too, my son?"
Inigo nodded frantically as he continued to watch his father work, but this time, there was much more of a smile on his face. When he cooled the metal again, he set down his hammer and wiped his hands on his apron. "Son, I want to talk to you a moment." And he lead Inigo back to their home and away from the forge.
"I know this is what you think you want to do, but do not let yourself be limited to that possibility. You have a wide world of opportunity in front of you. All I will tell you is that whatever you decide to do, make sure you like doing it, and you do it well."
"Like you, Father?"
"Like me, my son." |
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| Friends/Enemies -205 |
[Aug. 14th, 2004|05:34 am] |
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"I would not consider us friends, but I would not consider us enemies either."
"Then, what would you consider us, Captain?"
"I do not know." Inigo started, pacing the cabin a bit. "I know people I would put into both catagories, but they are on the very extremes."
"Tell me."
"Well, let me start with mt friends then, I have not see Fezzik, Westley or Buttercup for several years, but I do consider them all to be my firends. Without them, I would have never gotten the revenge I so desperately sought. But then on the other side of the coin is Vizzini I suppose. Also, much to my dismay, my homeland. I must be a very wanted man there right now." A very devious grin came to his face, but for those that knew him, is was also a very light hearted and satisfied smirk.
"So then," he continued after his brief pause "I would suppose it stand to reason by sheer numbers I have more enemies then friends, afterall, who wants to befriend a pirate?"
"You are too harsh on yourself, Captain."
"Am I? You could one day find yourself in my place, will you feel any different? I very much doubt it." |
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| Biggest lie - 329 words |
[Jul. 29th, 2004|01:28 pm] |
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Inigo finished his ale, and as his now-empty mug came into contact with a table, so did a foreign dagger. He followed the handle upward until he saw the face of a man who had slammed it there in the first place. "You Roberts?" the man asked.
"Yes, I am, who wants to know?"
"You're not Roberts. I met Roberts some years ago. He was blonde, blue eyed, and had a small mustache. I suppose you could have dyed your hair and grew out your mustache, but I highly doubt you could change eye color."
"You do not doubt your memory at all?"
"No, I don't. We had a nice chat, and we'd seen each other in passing since then, he recognized me. You are not he." The man plucked his dagger from the table and held it to Inigo's throat. "So I'll ask again, who are you?"
Inigo's hand came up slowly, and he pushed the threatening dagger aside and leaned in close to speak in a low whisper. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Aye."
"I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts."
"I knew that much, Sailor. Who be ye then?"
"I am his son."
"What? Then what happened to your father?"
"It is only logical that there can be one Dread Pirate Roberts, so one there is."
"I don't understand."
"There are only two men in the world that can claim to have bested me in a duel. My father is not one of them."
The man's eyes grew wide as saucers as he leaned back. "You're saying you..."
Inigo chose not to reply, but instead picked up his mug in hopes of a few trailing drops that might remain.
The man stood up slowly from his seat and backed to the door. Once he arrived, he took one last look at Inigo before shooting out of view. Moments later you could see his fleeing form past the windows. Inigo chuckled to himself before ordering another round.
Thanks to Lees and Pammie for Beta-ing! |
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| Weapon - 260 words |
[Jul. 24th, 2004|12:28 pm] |
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"You have numerous swords at your disposal, Captain. Why is it you prefer that one?"
"Did I not tell you the history of my sword?"
"Yes, but sentimental value can only get you so far. You could still mount it on a wall and gaze at it, that would retain said value. But in battle, one tailored to you would suit you better."
"I do not believe so." Inigo said, leaning back in his chair slightly as his brow furrowed in thought. "I have trained with this sword all of my career... even before. I am as much a part of the sword's history as it is mine." He drew the sword and the sound of metal rang through the air. Several of the other occupants looked over in alarm until they realized the sword was not drawn out of anger. "You see, there is a space after my hand where the sixth finger was to reside. I have come to use that extra space to my advantage. I doubt any sword tailored to me would match such, even if I asked for it."
Inigo put his sword away and cast a glance at the crewmember that asked him the question. "Why is it that you want to know? Are you seeking to challenge me?"
"No sir, I was simply curious. That is all."
"Pity. I haven't had a good duel from a worthy adversary in ages."
"We should be coming up to a port soon, perhaps you will find your challenge there."
"Perhaps. Off with you now."
"Yes, Captain." |
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| Commitment - 178 words |
[Jun. 29th, 2004|07:54 pm] |
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To me, commitment is planning the perfect sequence of events and doing them whole-heartedly. I believe I once heard a phrase saying "Commit yourself to the idea" this is the same concept.
The hardest part about sword fighting would be the switch from being on the defensive to starting up on the attack, as it usually requires a grip change (no matter how minute). To go from the thick part of the blade to the sharper takes concentration, you have to commit yourself to the change, because you can't do it tentatively. It simply won't work. If you hold back one ounce, that's all the opportunity your opponent needs to get the best of you.
Thus far, I've only been bested twice in duels, once before I was old enough to know what I was doing. Back then, I was committed to the idea of the death of the man who killed my father, but not the sword. My sword and I now have an understanding. Now, anyone I commit to kill will lie dead at my feet.
Thanks to Kristy for Beta-ing! |
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| The world will end tomorrow. What do you do today? - 158 words |
[Jun. 12th, 2004|01:03 pm] |
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I know what I would so if this day were to be my last.
I would pray, and I would reflect.
The actions of my father have guided me so very far in my life and I do not think I could be more grateful to him. He has taught me so very much without being there to witness it. With my last moments I would like to thank him with the breath that wouldn't be there tomorrow.
It has been stated that I carry the greatest sword since Excaliber, and I do not doubt that for one moment. Domingo Montoya's career crescendoed to this very sword and it will not be rivaled. It has helped me on numerous occasions, and there is no one to thank but him.
I do apologize if you were expecting something far more grand in this space, but this is what I would choose to do, and I believe it would be a very fitting end. |
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| Role Model... |
[May. 21st, 2004|09:01 am] |
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"At last my father's soul will be at peace, there will be blood tonight!"
I had given this a great deal of thought. My first thought being my father, as he directed most of my actions from his final resting place for twenty-some years. Although I owe him a great deal, I do not believe I ever knew him well enough to call him a role model.
"That Vizzini, he can fuss."
"Fuss, fuss, I think he like to scream, at us!"
"Probably he means no harm."
"And he's really very short on... charm!"
"You have a great gift for rhyme."
"Yes, yes, some of the time."
So my thoughts turned to Fezzik. He's been through a great deal, and only seems to be better off because of it. If more people could be like that instead of becoming bitter and resentful, the world would surely be better. But then, I do not believe that I could call Fezzik's actions anything that I would care to do.
"No, not Vizzini, I need the man in black... He bested me with steel, he bested you with strength, your greatness. He must have out-thought Vizzini, and a man that can do that can plan my castle onslaught anyday."
My thoughts turned to Westley. Although he has been known by many names, that is the one his friends prefer to use. He is a true gentleman, and a very good pirate. I only hope I can be called the same someday.
"You seem a decent fellow, I'd hate to kill you."
"You seem a decent fellow, I'd hate to die."
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[May. 1st, 2004|08:17 am] |
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The story about my life would most certainly contain a lot of action! Of course! I can't imagine a day going by without the feel of my sword in my hands. It could be a documentary I suppose, but no one tells those stories unless you are some sort of dignitary or royalty. Besides those usually all turn out to be the same type of story anyway.
If someone was about to make such from my life, I would certainly hope they would have the decency to for one tell it properly, and also to spice up the dull bits. Not as though everything before Count Ruegen visited us was dull, but the majority of it was. We were happy with being dull.
I suppose then, I would have to pity the figures in stories and legends, because they will have most likely have gone through tremendous hardship to get to where they are now. No one deserves that.
Inigo Montoya - A Princess Bride Muse
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