Þetta er hálfgert script fyrir flash movie sem ég og nokkrir aðrir eru að gera.

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—Part One—
*the sun rises over the vast sea made of blue text*
[Captain Darwin walks out of the Captain's Quarters to see the crew of the S.S. Firefox already hard at work.]
Darwin: Mornin' First Mate Yern. Where're we headin?
Yern: I'm no good with that stuff. Ask your navigator. If you excuse me I need to scrape
some more spam off the poop deck… haha… I said poop.
Darwin: Mornin' to ye, Mr. Obvious! How goes the navigation?
Mr. Obvious: Mornin', Capn! We're about 12 reloads east of the Newgroundian Peninsula.
Should I ready the crew for a raid?
Darwin: Aye. I have other business to attend to.
[Darwin walks to the front of the ship and looks over the edge]
Darwin: How're you doin', me wonderful ornament.
Lyndis: I TOLD YOU, I am NOT going to be the mermaid on the front of the ship!
Darwin: That's nice. *walks away*
Lyndis: HEY! WHAT ABOUT BREAKFAST!
Darwin: *shouting from off-panel* Good idea, I am rather hungry!
[Dark walks to Lyndis]
Dark: Maybe I shouldn't have suggested that, huh?
Lyndis: Shutup and untie me.

—Part Two—
[Darwin converses with his crew in preparation for the raid]
Darwin: So, are we ready?
All: Aye-aye, cap'n!
Darwin: Alright, battle stations!
Mr. Obvious: Cap'n, if you would be so kind, could I test out my new invention?
Darwin: Aye, what be it?
Mr. Obvious: You'll find out soon enough.
[Yern runs up to Darwin]
Yern: Cap'n! They're retaliatin'!
Darwin: Of course they are! be at the ready with those cannons!
All: Aye-aye!
[The hax cannons fire, but the two ships' firewalls hold out]
Mr. Obvious: Sir, at this rate, we'll run out of ammo! Now would be the perfect time for my invention!
Darwin: Bring it out!
[Some of the crew pull out a giant 6-barreled cannon from below deck]
Darwin: Davy Jones' Locker! This is the beauty ye been workin' on?
Mr. Obvious: Aye-aye! Let's load ‘er up, shall we?
Dark: Cap’n! The cannon is loaded sir!
Darwin: Aye, Dark! First barrel, FIRE! [Firewall holds up]
Darwin: Second barrel, FIRE! [Firewall shivers]
Yern: Cap'n! It's weakening!
Darwin: Third and fourth barrel, FIRE! [Firewall cracks]
Darwin: Alright mateys, fifth barrel, FIRE! [Firewall shatters]
Darwin: SINK 'EM, BOYS! SIXTH BARREL, FIRE!

—Part Three—
[After the raid, the crew of the S.S. Firefox go to the mess hall for lunch and prepare to watch their loot]
Darwin: So, Yern, what'd we get away with this time?
Yern: We grabbed all we could, but I think we have some nice ones.
Darwin: So, who was in charge of looting the prize for this raid.
Yern: I was, Cap'n.
Darwin: …Alright, let us see them.
Yern: Err… well… actually we stole some games.
Darwin: Alright. Then play ‘em.
Yern: …I’d prefer if I was alone sir.
Darwin: …You stole hentai games again didn't you.
Yern: …Yes Cap'n…
Darwin: From now on I loot the content.
Yern: …
Darwin: You, err… are dismissed.
[Yern dashes out of the mess hall and to his quarters with the loot inhand]

—Part Four—
[Dark and Lyndis are conversing in the mess hall]
Lyndis: Why in the world did you get me tied to the prow?
Dark: I didn't do it on purpose. All I did was go up to Cap'n and say, “Lyndis sure would look good tied to the prow of the ship. You know, like one of those mermaids… do it.”
Lyndis: …
Dark: …Sorry.
Lyndis: Meh, it's okay. I can't stay mad at my hunny! [hugs Dark reallly tight]
[snickers from crew]
Dark: *mumble *grumble*
Darwin: [gets up from seat] Alright, I'm full, time to tie Lyndis to the prow again.
Lyndis: WHAT?!
Yern: I'm not carrying her this time. Last time she bit me… then clawed me… then mutilated me… then she found a pistol… then she manned one of the cannons… then she found an aluminum chair… then she bit me again.

—Part Five—
[It's late at night, most of the crew are retiring to their quarters. Mr. Obvious is seen walking down the hallway with Captain Darwin]
Darwin: So, where's the nearest location?
Mr. Obvious: Captain, we should probably wait a week or so, word spreads fast on the Newgroundian Peninsula. I still say we shouldn't have anchored so close. It's just not safe, we're completely open to attack.
Darwin: Yer just bein' paranoid. Besides, the firewalls are full strength. Fourteen whole layers of encryption. Plus we ran Norton about 47 kilobytes ago. There's nothing ye need be worryin' about.
Mr. Obvious: Alright Cap'n. Hey, Yern's station is still on..
Darwin: Ye may not want to go in there…
[Somewhere in the cargo deck, a mysterious figure crawls out of a zipped folder(the internet's kind of barrel tongue.gif)]
???: Heh heh heh… time to have some fun…

—Part Six—
[The mysterious figure is tiptoe-ing through the halls and thinking to himself]
???: Hmph. These fools don't think straight. Honestly, it was too easy to sneak my way in as a part of the loot. I can't say I was getting bored in that folder though. Heheh…
[The figure climbs to the search engine (the internet's crow's nest)]
???: What? There's someone up here?! At night?! Fine. I'll just pickpocket that nice flash art he's been workin' on… heheheh…
[Darwin awakes with a start in his quarters]
Dark: CAP'N!! WE LEFT LYNDIS ON THE PROW!!
Darwin: So? She makes a good mermaid.
Mr. Obvious: Cap'n, we uhh, also left Gonzo on the search engine without supper.
Darwin: So? His second helping was delicious.
Mr. Obvious: Fine, me and Dark will go get them.
Darwin: Whatever… [falls back asleep]

—Part Seven—
[Mr. Obvious and Dark go on the deck to get Lyndis and Gonzo, but notice someone's going up the search engine and pull out their cutlasses]
Mr. Obvious: Get down here and surrender the loot, intruder!
???: Heh. So you found me out.
[Mysterious figure jumps down and locks eyes with Mr. Obvious]
???: Mr. Obvious. We meet again.
Mr. Obvious: Indeed we do… Crono.
Crono: Heh. I see you're as clever as ever.
Dark: You know this clown? (to Mr. Obvious)
Crono: Why yes I do. He got me shoved off the plank a year ago.
Mr. Obvious: Let me guess, you're here to get revenge?
Crono: No, but that's a wonderful idea. [pulls out his cutlass]
Gonzo: CRONO!!
[Crono turns around and looks up the search engine, only to meet with Gonzo's vengeful gaze]
Crono: Heh. Looks like the circus is all here. Shall we BEGIN?! [rushes Dark]

—Part Eight—
Crono slashes at Dark, who jumps back and dodges the blow.
Crono turns quickly to parry Gonzo and Mr. Obvious.
Mr. Obvious and Gonzo are pressuring Crono towards the plank.
Crono: I'm not going off that plank AGAIN!
Crono flips over Gonzo's head and slashes him down his back.
Gonzo: Arrggh!
Crono delivers a quick blow to Mr. Obvious' arm.
Mr. Obvious drops his cutlass in pain and falls to his knees.
Crono gives another slash to the whincing Gonzo, and shoves them both onto their stomachs.
Crono is suddenly grabbed from behind and a dagger is put to his throat.
Lyndis: Don't. Move.
Dark cracks him over the head with his cutlasses' hilt, knocking Crono out.
[Action scene end]
[Crono wakes up...]
Crono: Unnngh… Unnnngh… Where… … WHAT?!
[...tied to the prow of the ship.]
Darwin: Arr, ye make a good mermaid Crono. Ahahahahar!
Crono: *mumble* *grumble*
[Later Yern is found strolling the deck]
Darwin: What's wrong, matey?
Yern: Is it just me or did the ship get blurrier?

—Part Nine—
[The crew are eating breakfast, teasing their tied up fugitive like a zoo animal.]
[Darwin, Dark, Mr. Obvious, Lyndis, Gonzo, and Crono (tied up) are all sitting at the same table. Gonzo, of course, is the farthest away from Crono.]
Darwin: So mermaid, are you fond of pancakes?
Crono: Grrrr…
Dark: Our new mermaid is kind of fussy, eh Cap'n?
Crono: Merman! Mer-MAN! You imbecile! (Thanks Darwin for this line)
Darwin: I don't like it when scallywags such as yerself talk to me crew like that.
Crono: Stuff it, moron.
Lyndis: He's just mad because I kicked his ass.
Dark: Ahem, if I recall, I was the one that knocked him out.
Lyndis: But I caught him! All YOU did was hit him!
Dark: WHORE!
Lyndis: DICKHEAD!
[Dark and Lyndis go to opposite tables, leaving everyone in the mess hall to stare at them]
Gonzo: …So are we gonna kill him slowly or extra slowly?
Mr. Obvious: Yes, but executing him is completely inhumane. I have a much better humane idea.
[Soon after]
Darwin: Are ye sure about this? NO ONE is on that domain? (internet for island tongue.gif)
Mr. Obvious: Pffft. Why would anyone WANT the domain www.gameloversstudios.com? So is he tied up to the tree good?
Yern: Aye-aye!
Mr. Obvious: Alright, bring the six-barrel cannon out.
[END.]