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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jun 12, 2005 13:14:47 GMT -5
::As you stroll along the black beaches of Isla De Muerta, you notice that one of the nearby caves has a sign dangling above the entrance. Curious, you walk closer to get a better look. Just as you make out the rather badly-drawn treasure chest painted there, a small, crunchy monkey jumps up onto your shoulder and points angrily towards the mouth of the cave. Rather than risk contracting rabies if she decides to bite you, you nod and walk inside::
::The inside of the cave has been converted into a quaint little shop, with every type of gift imaginable lining the walls and shelves. Swords -- some new, others old and rusted -- hang from the left wall, while glittering gold jewely sits on a table to the right. At the far end of the cave, a pink curtain drapes over what you assume to be the entrance to the...erm.... stock room::
::Captain Barbossa waits behind the counter in front of the curtain, a big grin on his face:: Welcome ta the Isla De Muerta Gift Shop! Here, we sell everythin' ye can imagine... for a nominal fee, o' course. We got everythin' from ancien' weapons ta fancy clothes; silk from the Orient, an' Arabian spices... If ye can' find it anywhere else, ye can find it 'ere!! Where'd we get it all? That's me little secret..... So, what c'n I do fer ye today? Rules 1. Be curteous, or get out. 2. If the customer before you is still waiting for their purchase, claim your spot in line and wait patiently. 3. Read all previous posts! Refer to Rule #2. 4. No spamming. 5. You may haggle prices, but remember that it's usually a bad idea to anger an undead pirate....
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jun 16, 2005 23:56:18 GMT -5
A visit to Isla De Muerta would be nice, Tobbs thought to herself. After all, Jack had only TOLD her about it. He never brought her there or anything! She didn't mind too too much, but it was high time she took a peek at the caves and treasures it held.
When she came upon the gift shop, she smiled victoriously. HERE was a place she could work with. The monkey startled her a bit, but she attempted to pat it and walked inside. The gems, the swords, and the spices made her smile grow. Barbossa was rather pleasant as well.
"Well 'ello Barbossa. 'ow's business of late?"
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jun 17, 2005 10:56:02 GMT -5
::Barbossa, upon sensing the arrival of his first customer in what seemed to be centuries, awoke from his less-than-comfortable position on the counter::
"Well 'allo, Tobbs! Long time no see, eh? Little piece of advice fer ye.... cash registers don' make good pillows." ::Nods:: "Anyway, welcome ta th' Isla De Muerta Gift Shop, the finest place fer all yer shoppin' needs! 'Brand new quality, Black Market prices,' that's me motto! So.... as ye c'n see, ye be the first in line. What can I get fer ye today, lass?"
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jun 18, 2005 4:45:48 GMT -5
"I'd reckon anythin' as 'ard as that WOULD be a bit difficult ta sleep on."
She eyed the cash register and laughed a bit, shaking her head. Listening to the welcome, she nodded her head as the undead concluded in thanks for such a great little speech. She looked around and bit her lip in thought. Much to choose from...
"Well, actually, been lookin' fer some out of town items. Don't usually 'ave them in stores commonly and whatnot. 'eard of them from some English lady down in Port Royale, and while I usually don' listen to the advice of the likes of that lot, I thought I'd give it a shot."
Shrugging, Tobbs crossed her arms about her chest.
"She said some kind 'o perfume of Arabia, or India, or Persia, or one 'o the "-ia's"...and some kind of emu oil lotion. Extract the poor bird's oils painlessly, she says, and would 'elp a friend of mine with dry skin. Bloody sun, always bakin' us pirates away, isn' that right?"
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jun 20, 2005 21:59:37 GMT -5
::Bossa ponders for a moment:: "Emu oil lotion, ye say? I, uhh... I'll just go check me stores, then." ::Oddlooks her slightly, then shrugs and disappears behind the pink curtain. About ten minutes later, he re-emerges, looking slightly out of breath but content::"Arg, I actu'lly found some! Go figure one o' the vessels we took down las' week was from India." ::He grinned as he held the bottle up for Tobbs to see:: "Now fer me favorite part... That'll be 10 gold, lass!"
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Dec 30, 2005 22:18:19 GMT -5
::Barbossa sighed, finally growing bored with his game of "pin the cutlass on the Sparrow." He glanced around.... Still no customers. Did he really smell that bad??::
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Dec 30, 2005 22:39:54 GMT -5
Yes....yes,he did.But there was hope!For on the horizon,there loomed a lone figure.Emma Hawkins strode into the store,long auburn hair tied back with a worn bandanna,the moon and stars pattern barely visible with all the folds in the cloth.Pushing aside some old trinkets to clear a space on one of the tables,she sat down,resting her boot-clad feet on top of a closed chest.
"Well,well...looks like I've found me way back t'this godforsaken rock...'ow lovely.So,ye run this shop,do ya?"Her eyes conducted a quick survey of the room.Actually,it wasn't too bad.There might actually be something in here worth buying...
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Dec 30, 2005 22:55:14 GMT -5
::Barbossa looked up at the sudden sound of bones tinkling together above the store's door. He blinked, surprised someone actually bothered to show up, then groaned internally. It was Emma::
::Putting on the cheesiest smile he could muster, and quickly stashing his box of cutlasses behind the counter, he greeted her. After all, a customer was a customer....:: "Well, well, Emma! Fancy seein' ye all the bloody way out 'ere. What brings ye to this "godfersaken' rock," then? Lookin' fer a new skirt fer that man o' yers?"
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Dec 31, 2005 0:03:06 GMT -5
Emma rolled her eyes at the cursed captain,picking up some gold-plated,jewel-encrusted trinket and turning it over in her hands while she spoke.It looked nice,maybe she could sneak it out and hock it for more than it was worth back in Tortuga...
Turning her attention back to Barbossa,she shook her head."No,Rick is not in need of any new kilts[/b] now,thank you,"she replied."'Owever...erm...if ye be 'avin' some...that is,I might have a...special request for ya,aye?"
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 1, 2006 21:57:27 GMT -5
::Barbossa eyed Emma carefully, a bit set off by her awkwardness. He was almost afraid to ask what it was she wanted, but the opportunity to make a sale won out over his suspicions:: "Aye, lass? Whate'er ye need, we're sure ta 'ave it."
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 28, 2006 21:56:30 GMT -5
The bluegreen of her eyes seemed to darken,like the sea before a storm.Lifting herself dextrously from the table where she'd perched,the young woman strode over towards Barbossa,her arms folding across her chest as though to protect herself from some unnamed threat.A few strands of auburn hair fell in her eyes,and she brushed them back,looking every bit as vulnerable and lost as her twenty-one short years would imply as she met Barbossa's eyes.
"What...d'ye know about kids?That is,d'ye think ye have anythin' that'd be useful f'r takin' care of 'em?"
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 30, 2006 21:26:26 GMT -5
::Barbossa eyed Emma for a moment, looking her over for a few moments with a somber expression on his face. Then he broke out into a fit of laughter that nearly knocked him to the ground:: "Oh, oh.... Good one, lass! Ye almost 'ad me fer a minute there! You? With a kid?! Ahh, 'aven't laughed that 'ard since ye told me Rick was a guy...." ::He wipes a small tear from the corner of his eye, still grinning:: "But seriously, Em, what'd ye come 'ere for?"
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jul 12, 2006 18:34:53 GMT -5
::Having placed Emma, who had apparently turned into a statue before finishing their conversation, on the bargain rack, Barbossa returned to his post at the cash register. They'd called him daft for trying to run a shop on an island that no one could find save those who already know where it is...and he was beginning to think they were right. He hadn't seen a new customer in months!::
::With a sigh, he resigned himself to a game of strip poker with Jack Monkey::
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jul 12, 2006 21:53:55 GMT -5
Before the game of strip poker can get too far (thank whatever God there might be), another person finds their way to the cursed isle... Rick MacKinnon tied up the longboat he'd come in, then paused for a moment on the beach, looking for something in the sand. After a moment, he picks up a small silver bead, scrutinizing it for a moment. Then he heads straight for the Gift Shop, knowing he'll be able to find someone to speak to there.
"Barbossa, ye old fossil...'ow've ye been lately?" He waits for a reply, then sighs, running his fingers through his hair as he always does when he's agitated.
"I'm...I'm lookin' fer Em. She came this way a while ago, I thenk...y'wouldn' 'appen t'ave seen 'er, would ye?"
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jul 13, 2006 13:12:21 GMT -5
::Barbossa set down his playing cards and glanced up, smirking a bit when he saw Rick:: "I 'ad a feelin' ye might be showin' up soon.... Aye, Emma came in 'ere not too long ago. I thought she might be 'ere ta buy ya a new skirt, but instead she babbled out somethin' about a baby." ::He shrugs, gesturing over to her frozen form propped up against the bargain rack::
"Current price be 40 gold, mate. Extra if ye want me ta unfreeze 'er." ::He smirked slightly:: "Though I don' know why ya would, she be more tolerable when she can' open 'er mouth"
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