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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jun 11, 2005 21:36:16 GMT -5
::Near the rocky shore of the desolate Isla De Muerta, a single buiding -- crafted from drift wood and stone -- stands as the island's beacon to all pirates. It is a pub, and a damn good one at that::
::The sign above the black, wooden door reads, "The Pub of Dead Men's Tales," a fitting title for the crew of cursed pirates who run her. Everyone, save those in alliance with the Royal Fleet, is welcome to share a drink and a story here. However, be warned that to pick a fight with the patrons here means almost certain death....::Drinks MenuAle -- 5 gold Grog -- 5 gold Tortuga Rum -- 7 gold Ruby Wine -- 10 gold Bossa's Special, "Cursed Blood" -- 8 gold ::As you enter, Captain Barbossa smirks and nods his head:: Ahoy, there! Welcome ta the greatest pub this side o' the Caribbean! Sit down, 'ave a drink, an' try not ta make eye contact.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jun 17, 2005 19:11:18 GMT -5
"...an' I 'ope yer damned sorry excuse f'r a ship sinks while y're out there!"
The young woman threw one last obscene gesture at the Navy ship,wringing out her hair with her free hand.Just bloody great,stuck out on some godforsaken island...of course,had she not tried to escape in the first place,she would still be on board,on the way to her hearing in London.The lesser of two evils,she supposed...
Walking down the sandy beach in her thoroughly sodden boots,she came upon what appeared to be a building...a shack,really.Her curiosity piqued,Emma headed into the bar.
"Barbossa!Ya slimy old sea dog,how've ya been?"A smirk came to Emma's lips."Well,I suppose that answers me questions...where I am...whether there's aught ta drink..."She peered at the menu,seating herself on a table."'Cursed Blood?'Sounds interestin',is it strong?"She asked,getting her emergency rum supply of gold from her left boot.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jun 20, 2005 22:22:23 GMT -5
::Barbossa grinned as he saw (one of) his (many) enemies, Emma Hawkins, stride into his pub. Of all people, she was one of the last he'd expected to see on Isla De Muerta.... though he supposed it had a lot to do with her uncanny magnetism to all things alcoholic:: "Emma! What a surprise, me ol' mate!" ::he said, coming over to greet her:: "Welcome ta me pub... I know it ain' much, but we 'ave some o' the finest drinks in all th' Caribbean. An', no need ta worry... the 'Cursed Blood' 's strong enough even fer ye...." ::Winks as he pours her a mug and takes a seat next to her::
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jun 22, 2005 22:24:19 GMT -5
Emma smirked,taking the mug from Barbossa and taking a long pull from it."Ahhh...not bad!I won' ask what ye put in it,though..."She smiled,putting the money for it on the table.Emma,it was said,and rightly so,would drink anything provided a normal human being couldn't take it."So,'ow's life out on this miserable rock?An' when's th' next ship leavin' for Tortuga?"She asked,situating herself comfortably in a chair with her boots on the table.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jul 30, 2005 20:16:18 GMT -5
::Barbossa grinned as Emma drained her mug, and swiftly pocketed the coins she dropped on the table:: "Aye, ye'd never think th' secret ta a good drink was Jack Monkey's.... Oh wait, ye didn' wanna know. Sorry." ::Seeing as how there were no other real customers in the tavern, Barbossa poured himself a similar drink and sat back in the chair next to Emma:: "Yer lookin' ta get back ta th' mainland, eh? Good luck, lass. Half the cads in 'ere 'ave been hopin' fer a boat fer ages, but not a one 'as ever come.... Not ta say that it's impossible, o' course. After all, if someone like yerself can survive alcohol poisonin' all these years....?" ::He smirked, taking another sip from his mug::
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 1, 2006 22:25:31 GMT -5
Suddenly the door flies open, the wind picks up, a giant shadow is cast on the floor and who should trip in but...
Saber! She almost sprawls on the floor as she catches her foot on the door step. "I really need to start watching where I'm going." Swishing her way over to the bar she looks at the menu and her eyebrows furrow. "Bloody man. I should have known he'd have nothing non-alchohalic. Well I guess I could spring for the wine. I do drink that ocasionally." Pulling some money from her pouch, she lays ten gold peices on the bar. Looking around she spots Barbossa and Emma. "Hey Barbossa! Are you gona let a woman die of thirst? And Emma! How are you!" She said in the same breath.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 1, 2006 22:50:41 GMT -5
::Barbossa glanced over at the door as Saber made her "graceful" entrance. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her, glad for the fresh company::
"Well if it ain' Saber, me lass!" ::He hoped up from his stool and hugged her tightly:: "I 'aven't seen ye in ages! What on earth brings a girl like ye ta me island?"
::He headed behind the bar as he listened to her, scooping the gold coins into his pocket before pouring her a glass of his famous Ruby Wine.::
::Jack Monkey, having grown bored with her task of scrubbing the privvy, goes over to Emma and pokes her experimentally in the forehead::
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 1, 2006 23:01:39 GMT -5
Saber smiled as Barbossa jumped up and ran over to give her a hug. She couldn't pretend to treat him rudly for long. Hugging him back she took a seat at the bar and took the glass of wine. Sipping its contents carefully she nodded and smiled. "Eh I was worried it wouldn't be as good as you've said. But it will pass. So you really want to know what i'm doing on this cursed island?" She sighed, rubbed her temples and took another sip of wine. "Believe it or not I was kidnapped by a a bloody man named Aaron Fletcher. Ever heard of him? Anyway, He brought me here and I just barely got away not a few moments ago. I suspect he'll follow me here and come in that door any moment." She said turing in her seat with glass in hand to look at the door with one eyebrow raised.
(*g* why do i keep bringing Aaron into this stuff)
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 1, 2006 23:14:41 GMT -5
::Barbossa raised an eyebrow, staring hard at Saber. It really wasn't like her to trail trouble like this, but he supposed it HAD been quite a while since he'd last seen her. He set down the mug he'd been cleaning and nodded:: "Aye, I know Aaron.... 'e's a right slimy bastard, but a great 'elmsman, I must admit. Tell me, Saber. Since when d'ye associate with 'is lot?"
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 1, 2006 23:24:59 GMT -5
Saber glanced at Barbossa sharply. "I never said I associated with his lot. I said he kidnapped me! Besides 'opefully I lost him in the caves." She sighed and took another sip of her wine. "So 'es yore 'elmsman eh? I supose alot has happened since I saw you last. So." She said trying to change the subject. "'ow has life been treatin' you?"
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 1, 2006 23:30:48 GMT -5
::Barbossa shrugged, still keeping a watchful eye on the door just in case Aaron did decide to show up:: "Life's been...interesin', ta say th' least. I met a girl in Tortuga, by th' name o' Christiana...." ::He stopped, eyes widening slightly. He'd realized only too late that, given their rather odd past, Saber might not be interested to learn of his new flame. Thinking quickly, he changed the subject again:: "Oh, an' I 'ad me ship robbed, too...."
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 1, 2006 23:48:41 GMT -5
(Ooo this could be fun... See if you can get Em to post in here as Chris  ) Saber raised an eyebrown at the mention of Christina. She smirked as Barbossa quickly changed the subject. But then hadn't she just done the same thing? "Robbed? You we're robbed? And it wasn't Jack? Well that's a surprise. So who dared to pillfer from you, you ol' pirate?" She said shaking her head in astonishment. |
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 1, 2006 23:54:08 GMT -5
::Barbossa breathed a mental sigh of relief that Saber seemed to skim over the subject of Christiana. He knew all too well how women could be when they got jealous....::
::He shuddered slightly, then clenched his jaw as he turned his attention back to Saber:: "A man called Seurill.... No one's ever 'eard o' the bastard, though, so it looks like I'll never track 'im down now...." ::He sighed a bit, setting the slightly-cleaner mug under the counter::
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Aaron Fletcher
New Citizen/New Sailor
"Love and War... Preferably make lots of both."
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Post by Aaron Fletcher on Jan 2, 2006 0:03:12 GMT -5
Aaron stumbled into the pub sopping wet. "If I ever see that girl again I'm gonna kill..." He stopped and started with surprise. He groaned and rolled his eyes. He had been following Saber for several hours through the caves. She had led him on a merry dance in and out of the pools that lay around the island. And now she sat there, with a wine in her hand, conversing with his boss. "Um... 'ello Captain." He sighed and slumped into a seat at a table near the bar. He would get his chance, make no mistake.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 2, 2006 0:08:52 GMT -5
::Barbossa's eyes shot to the door for a second time that night, and he groaned internally at the sight of Aaron. Not that he didn't like the man, of course, but he wasn't sure he wanted to get caught up in whatever had brought him and Saber together:: "Evenin', Aaron...," ::he said, picking up the mug again:: "Ye look like ye could use a drink, mate. What'll ye have?"
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Jack the Crunchy Monkey
