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Post by Jack Sparrow on May 17, 2004 17:24:03 GMT -5
This will take place one year after the movie ends with Jack leaving Port Royal after his near hanging. Directly after the movie.....
Sometimes people should just keep their mouths shut. But well....Jack doesn't know what silence means....as Norrington has tried numerous times to impress upon the pirate......it's not working....a failed attempt at teaching a drunken pirate the rules of civility.....
But as luck or unluck would have it Jack got tangled in with some gods. Greek gods. Well....nothings changed...he still manages to annoy them...and make fun of their togas...I mean...wouldn't you? I know I would! This could get interesting.
While sailing out of Tortuga on the Black Pearl Jack and his crew come across a tiny boat. A greek craft...something that in itself is odd....and inside of it is a young lady. A beautiful lady. Jack, well...being Jack decides to take her aboard. The lady doesn't talk at first, but little by little they learn her name is Callisto, a greek girl from Athens. And the gods want her. She has the power of foresight....the power to see into the future....and with that she can change fate.
Some of gods are alright with this and accept that they aren't all powerful. Nor can Barbossa.....apparently he's alive.....(woot...as if that's new news right?)....and thinks by getting ahold of Callisto, he can gain a power only gods can contain. And with it destroy Jack. Namely Artemis and Athena as well as Dionyus and Apollo see the whole matter as what must happen.
But Poseidon, Ares, Juno and Aphrodite see this as a game and the prize is Callisto and her power.
Jack and his crew and friends just happen to become pons of sorts in the game. Sort of like wandering into the Trojan War without so much as a spear...but without a big horse.....instead it's just the Black Pearl and small army of pirates.....fun stuff? Hell yes.
With the Sun, Moon, Wisdom and Rum on their side you'd think they'd have a easy time of it. Especially with the Rum. But when fighting against the Sea, War, a Woman's Wrath and Love...and a vengeful Barbossa.....it's not so easy.
Jack and his crew realize the only way to solve the problem is to find the King of the Gods and get him to decide. But it's not a thing easily done. Mount Olympus is a hard place to access and Jack has no way of getting there.
Or does he? While some gods are hell bent on being on sides....some just want to play along. Not all of them can be trusted...but what choice do the crew and Jack have? Not much. and besides.....Jack is looking for a show down with the god of wine!
Rules: 1. no spamming 2. ALWAYS STAY IN CHARACTER 3. NO cursing!!!! 4. Common curtesy is a must 5. NO GODMODING (unless otherwise stated) 6. have fun maties note: maties..this be a loose story plot...some things can change..but it's not likely....enjoy.....
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Post by Jack Sparrow on May 17, 2004 17:44:12 GMT -5
(OK...take it easy. This is a gentle introduction right now. Okay? So relax and ease intothe madness again.)
:Jack Sparrow stood at the wheel of the Black Pearl a balmy salty breeze fanned his face. His eyes were half closed aganist it, the kohl lining his lids giving his own stormy eyes a darkly playful look:
:This was a fine day to be a pirate. The sun beating down, the sea glittering for all it was worth like millions upon millions tiny gems. If truth be told, Jack hadn't changed much since his last visit to Port Royal nearly a full year ago and two months. He'd nearly been hanged, only to be saved by the son of his long dead friend, Bootstrap Bill. His son, Will Turner, had saved him. And the lass, Elizabeth Swann......:
:So it was with some caution Jack approached the docks of Port Royal. His black sails filled with the wind. He didn't want to make his pressence too well known. but he felt he owed the lad a visit and proper thank you of sorts. He'd brought him a gift. He only hoped Commodore Norrington would look the other way. If not. Well. The Black Pearl was the fastest ship in the Caribbean. He could escape:
:He handed command of th wheel over to a nearby crewman, and stepped onto the main deck and get a better look at the port that was coming into sharper veiw. He smiled. Just as he remembered it.:
"Be ready to take in sail! We're going ashore!"
:Jack hadn't exactly patroled the waters near Port Royal....but he had fended off any particulary violent attacks on teh port...staying well in veiw of the area when he could...black sails were always just on the horizon for any person with a spyglass at the island's fort:
"Don't cause any trouble." Was the standard warning when approaching a island Jack liked to come back to. He didn't want trouble here. Commodore Norrington had shown him grace and mercy. He returned the favor. After all...it was a small thing when compared to his life:
:Looking at his crew he smiled. They were a interesting group. And loyal....Jack had made sure of this on this second time out. He didn't want any sign of a mutiny. He had his ship and a crew. Life was grand:
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on May 17, 2004 17:56:52 GMT -5
*Maria stood at the ships bow, taking in the sea's beauty. The salty air stung her young eyes and the water reflected off the risng sun as emrald and saphire waves. A grin grew on her face as the ship pulled into Port Royal. It had been her second trip and yet she hadn't gotten used to how dainty the town was. *
*Maria was 14, the youngest of the crew and she had no idea who she was or where she came from. She gazed down and released her grasp from her golden bracelette a ghostly memory of her past. She looked back up and shaded her eyes. She glanced over her shoulder to Jack.*
*She ran over and stood beside him. Her loyal captain and gardien. Maria glared at the sandy shores and gazed at the towns people.* " Whats are business 'ere this time?" * Maria looked up squinting her eyes from the sun*
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Post by Evelyn on May 17, 2004 18:04:29 GMT -5
Evelyn stood in the crow's nest, a spyglass in hand just as the Captain had given the order and asked them to not cause any trouble. Evelyn nodded, but a small smirk grew on her face. "No worries Cap'n." She cried out as she folded in the spyglass, left it in the crow's nest, and made her climb...barefoot, down the rigging, helping to bring in the sails.
Evelyn had been with this crew for barely six months and had grown to at least recognize them all. Their faces and names, but not too much else. Only a few things stuck out in her mind. Eve had joined the crew hesitantly, wary of falling into another trap where the pirates were unreasonably cruel and insane. When aboard the Devil's Wrath Eve was but a slave and had marks to show for it. It was only the Cap'n Jack Sparrow's legendary story and tales of riches that brought her on board.
Eve brushed a hand through her long, chocolate, curls. Her black sash swaying in the wind as she climbed down the rigging and stood upon the decks. Her honey colored eyes searched for her boots and she placed them all. "Ah, Port Royale. Looks as if we won' be able to avoid trouble here." She muttered. Truth be told Eve hated Port Royale, as any pirate would. Too many soldiers here.
But the rum was plentiful and good, some of the best in the Caribbean, and the pubs would be one of Evelyn's first stops.
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Post by Will Turner on May 17, 2004 18:24:03 GMT -5
*Will lifted the sword and held it up before him. Its surface lit slightly by the dim glow in the blacksmith shop. He let it drop into his other hand while he swipped it from left to right a couple times. With a nod he set it back upon the bench and carefully finished sharpening the blade. A breeze whispered through the open window and he walked over to it, leaning upon the windowsill with his elbows and he took a deep breath. It seemed like just yesterday when chaos and Jack Sparrow had happened to Port Royal. But since the infamous Captain had dissapeared over the battlement that day Will hadn't heard from him since. He glanced over at the far wall where the hat he had worn that day hung and he laughed. Shaking his head he turned from the window when suddenly the shop filled with sunlight as the front door opened. As it shut Will stared at the man appearing before it for a long moment then suddenly he laughed out loud and hurried over to him. The two men clasped hands and pulled one another into a hug, smacking the others back as they pulled apart once more.* Well if it isn't Eric Jackson! How have you been the past couple of years? *Will asked.*
*Eric grinned as Will came over and hugged him then he ran a finger through his shaggy blonde hair and his dark eyes sparkled as brightly as his friends.* I've been, I've been. *He said simply.* I came back here after I heard about that whole pirate episode you were involved in. Surely that was a rumor I mean, no offence mate but you aren't exactly the swashbuckling type. *Eric said. The man had worked in the blacksmith shop with Will and was 12 when the kid arrived. But when something awful happened to Eric he returned to his home in England, returning now after the inncodent a year ago.*[/color]
*Will laughed and shook his head, grabbing the mans arm.* It's not a rumor. You remember Elizabeth I'm sure? Well we married shortly after that whole episode happened. So are you here to stay now? *Will asked, hoping his old friend would remain and help him again in the shop. Eric pondered the question a moment and another smile formed on his handsom face and he nodded.*
I suppose, it looks like you could use the help anyways. *He said, eyeing the items in the shop. Will punched him in the shoulder and as the two men laughed Will went to showing the man where he could get started.*[/color]
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Post by Jack Sparrow on May 17, 2004 18:34:05 GMT -5
:Jack glanced over at Maria and smiled: "A visit...to what I hope is still friend...and a good man....Will Turner, my friend's son....he saved my life. It's time I thanked him...."
:He watched, Evylen, as the ship made ready to dock. The crew was fast.and soon they had landed. Jack looked around at his crew, gave a nod of the head: "Do what you will.....but be back on the ship before nightfall...." His voice was stern, meaning if any of them chose not to obey his rules he'd make sure they were left without a ship. They was be stranded here.:
;Jack wasn't a cruel captain, but he still played things close to the vest....lately anyway: "I've a young lad who needs to be thanked.." and with that, Jack sauntered into the streets of Port Royal...looking for a certain blacksmith's shop.....:
:He found it.....and without really giving so much as a warning, all but kicked the door down, stepping inside as if he owed the place. He smiled at Will, a golden toothed grin, then his face darkened as he caught sight of Eric. A unfamilar person.....;
:His word was up in a flash, at Eric's neck, and he looked to Will: "I know I'm not exactly welcomed in this port..this lad isn't going to run off to find the commodore is he now?"
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on May 17, 2004 18:44:56 GMT -5
*Maria nodded and with a grin she headed off the ship. She pushed through the busy streets and came upon small but worthy pub. Though this was a pub, Maria didn't drink. She'd learned her lessons from Jack. Always getting drunk and such. She pushed the doors open and stepped in. The smell of cigar smoke and rum filled the atomoshpere. She was quite used to the scent, being most of the crew did the same. She gazed around the pub and headed for the tender.* " Do ye got anythin' else 'ere then rum?" * The bartender shook his head in denial. She sighed and turned around once more facing the crowd. She spotted an empty table and headed for it, she needed a break and decided sitting was the best thing. *
*It was maze like, trying to find her way across the pub. The men were all drunk and they laughed hardily. As she passed one naval officer lifted her skirt and as quick as his action, she pulled a knife to the mans wrist daring him to do it once more.* " Care to lif it 'igher?" * She said mockingly. The man shook his head and realeased his grip. She slyishly grinned and held her chin high. The man now gazed at her. She spat at his feet and sat at the unoccupied table, keeping the knife in a firm grasp*
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Post by Will Turner on May 17, 2004 18:56:32 GMT -5
*Will and Eric both spun around swiftly as someone nearly smashed the door to the shop down. Will grabbed a hold of the hilt of his sword then quickly released it and smiled brightly as he saw Jack. He was about to hurry over to the man when the Captain swung his sword and aimed it at Erics neck.*
*Eric's eyes widened with surprise at the sight of a rather unruley looking pirate bursting into Wills shop and putting a sword to his throat. His eyes glanced down at the blade then they went back to Jacks and they narrowed.* And who in the bloody hell are you? *Eric cried, drawing his own sword and pointing it at Jacks throat.*[/color]
*Will put his face in his hands for a moment at the sight of the two men before him with swords to one anothers throats. He calmly placed his hands on each of theirs and pushed down.* No one is going to the Fort Jack. Jack, this is Eric and old friend of mine. Eric, this is Jack Sparrow. *Will said.* Now if you wouldn't kill each other that would be greatly appreciated.
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Post by Jack Sparrow on May 17, 2004 19:10:23 GMT -5
:Jack watched Eric a moment or two and let his sword be lowered at Will's words. He waited a few moments then nodded:
"Aye...any friend of Will's is a friend of mine then...." He held out his hand and took Eric's in his own: "Captain Jack Sparrow...." He smiled a bit then added: "no hard feelin's mate....can't be to careful....after my last visit...."
:He smiled and glanced at Will: "So how are things going? you and your lass? Norrington? Still suffering from not being able to hang me? Or have you finally convinced him I'm a good man?"
:A playful grin spread across his face and he dropped Eric's hand. He came as close as he could get to Eric, peering at his face, curiously. He did this ....it was how he understood people......:
:If he got into their personal bubble space..and they held their ground, they had Jack's respect...if they moved...he knew he made them uneasy....and he would mess with their minds until he drove them mad.....or just pissed them off...on or the other.....sometimes both....:
:Eric didn't budge. Jack just smiled:
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Post by Evelyn on May 17, 2004 20:20:39 GMT -5
Evelyn nodded as the Captain spoke to her. She had grown much respect for the Captain. He was a man who knew what he was doing and she admired him for that. Heading off the ship and looking about she noticed how Jack headed towards the Blacksmith's and wondered why he needed to go there.
Her honey colored eyes scanned the streets, people in fine attire passed by, a few downcast looks came her way and she spat on the floor. "Don' know why we're stoppin' 'ere." Eve muttered. She was an odd one amongs the finely dressed ladies, and gentleman. Her white shirt, which now resembled a sort of yellow hue, hung from her body a bit loosely. A red rag was tied around her wrist. Her hand possesed a single, ruby, red jewel. Her neck held one necklace. From her right ear hung an earring, a single red feather dangling from it. Her trousers were a dark brown, at the waist she had her black sash which held her longsword and pistol. Her knee high leather boots were dusty and well worn.
Eve sighed and headed off to the nearest pub hoping to find a bit of rum and a good time before heading back to the Pearl. She entered the pub and looked around. Mostly men took up the pub, a few wenches were here and there, but most were men. "A rum." Evelyn stated, slapping down a coin. The man grunted and returned with a rum.
Eve took a long sip and sat there, looking around for a bit of 'amusement' but saw nothing that interested her. Instead she sat there, running a hand through her unruly curls, drinking her rum. Her eyes passed around the rowdy men and a few eyed her ring. Eve gave them a bit of a smirk, but kept on drinking as she slowly placed a hand upon the hilt of her sword. If they were to try anything with her, they would pay for it dearly.
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Koralyn Marcano
New Citizen/New Sailor
Weddings! I love Weddings! Drinks all around!
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Post by Koralyn Marcano on May 17, 2004 20:32:19 GMT -5
:Koralyn was below decks, but overheard that they were to dock. After dressing quickly and heading onto the deck, she noticed that they were at Port Royal. Kora listened to Jack as he said that they could leave the ship, but had to be back by nightfall. She had some business to attend to while she was here and made sure all her weapons were attached to her waist and her knives hidden from view. She wore her best silver silk shirt under a crimson tunic which accented. She wore soft black breeches to complete the ensemble.:
This should be fun. :She muttered, brushing some of her midnight hair from her emerald eyes.: What a day this will turn out to be.
:Kora walked down the gangplank, still smoothing her clothes. She didn't know why, but she was extremely worried about her looks for some reason. Maybe it was the visit she was to make, but she didn't want to think about it. She was a pirate and shouldn't worry about that kind of stuff. Once her feet touched the ground, she walked down several alleyways and faded into the shadows as everyone bustled about around her.:
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on May 17, 2004 22:14:56 GMT -5
(ooc-I thought we were taking a quick break?No?Well,I'm not complaining...if you don't bother reading the post,Em and Rick are now 19,not married,and the baby is no longer in existance...)
Emma Hawkins smiled,a wild glint in her bluegreen eyes.She yanked on the line securing the main sail,then slid down a rope to the deck,twirling as she landed just for show.Her light auburn hair fell loose all the way to her waist,and was undecorated save for one strand braided with beads of wood,silver,and smooth green glass.The sunlight glinted off the sea,the same bright color as her eyes,as she swung over the edge of the deck and landed catlike on the pier,her black boots hardly making a sound.The young woman waved to some of her crewmates,then,swaying slightly from either confidence or the fact that her blood alcohol was never beneath one percent if she could help it,or perhaps a mixture of the two,she swaggered into the crowds of people in the market,disappearing effortlessly despite her odd clothing-a loose,oft-patched,off-white shirt smelling of sea salt and cheap alcohol,dark blue trousers torn off raggedly near the knees,and black boots that were,frankly,a couple of sizes too big for her tiny feet.In the toes of the boots,to help them fit better,were several scraps of paper-each with a hastily scribbled message and a large black spot on the other.The past three years hadn't been particularly kind to the young woman of nineteen,and she kept the papers to remind her that things could turn for the worse at any time.Still,she was a resilient person by nature,and it was evident in the bright look in her eyes,the way she walked as though she owned whatever place she happened to be in,and would fight anyone who said otherwise.Which she probably would,if the person saying so looked like they'd be interesting to fight;it was one of Emma's favorite pastimes.A silver chain and a black cord hung around her neck,each with a charm dangling down unseen beneath the lacing of her shirt.A bracelet of exotic-looking coins stolen from God only knows where dangled from her right wrist,a silver hoop was through one ear,some exotic charm dangled from the other,and her fingers glinted with rings.Two sashes were tied around her waist,and a belt held her sword and two pistols,supplemented by a nice collection of knives concealed in various places.
She let out a sigh,though not one of true sadness,remembering the last time she had come to this island,about two and a half years ago.She had been trying to start a civilized life,but quickly gave up,faked her own death,and run off to become a pirate again.A sudden feeling came to her heart,like it was being twisted.Shaking her head,Emma turned her mind away from her past....didn't do to get all sentimental and let her bravado falter.
"'Oly m'ther'a...EMMA?!"
The girl paused in mid-step.People who recognized her were generally not a good thing,especially in places like this....they usually tried to arrest her.But there was something about this voice that called to her...something familiar lying in the thick Scottish accent.Emma took a deep breath.She couldn't get her hopes up.He was dead;he'd been dead three years,and no amount of wishing would bring him back.
"Em...'s 'at you?Oh,God,say it i'n another dream..."
A tear sprang unbidden to her eye.Why did this keep happening?Every night,the same dream...She turned around,ready to see some nightmarish vision and wake up screaming his name to the darkness,all alone...
A young man,not much older than she,stood staring at her,awestruck.He carried a sword and two pistols in his black belt,and wore a well-worn white shirt similar to hers.His pants were black,ragged at the bottom and a bit too short,exposing much of the dusty black pair of boots beneath them.A coat,dark blue and quite worn,hung loosely from his shoulders,its size betraying that its previous owner had been of a larger build than he.His hair,hanging loose now,was long,past his shoulders,and quite messy,black as a raven's wing.Startling emerald eyes peered at her,keeping her from running,begging her to be there....
Emma took another deep breath.
"Rick?"He nodded,unable to speak."R-Rick MacKinnon?!" Another nod,then the young man reached out,touching her cheek softly.She closed her eyes,then opened them....
And he was still there.
"Oh,God!Rick!I thought you died,where the hell have you been,it's been bloody miserable without ye!"she stammered all of a sudden,throwing her arms around his neck,not caring who was watching,or how many respectable citizens felt uncomfortable watching the display of affection.
It wasn't a dream...it couldn't be a dream...He had touched her,and she hadn't vanished,like in all the nightmares before.She clung to him,sounding so relieved that he would barely have been surprised to see her cry.A soft smile came to his lips unbidden,something that had been rare in the past few years.His arms wrapped around her,and he marvelled that after all this time she still seemed to fit perfectly in his grasp.After a few moments of the two just holding one another,Rick pulled her away,staring at her."Em...y've grown up s'much,I swear y'were shorter..."A slight frown came to him."Somethin' else's d'fferent,too...I know!"he said,grinning mischviously."Y'lost somethin',Emma...oughta keep better track a yer things,y'r a big lass now..."
As he said this,the young man pulled something from the pocket of his coat.It was a piece of fabric,black with a silver moon-and-stars patten on it.He smiled as he heard her gasp;he had kept this ever since they were separated,to remember her by.She must have lost it fleeing or something;there would be time for details later,he thought,as he tied the bandanna on her head.His heart gave a leap as she looked up at him,those perfect bluegreen eyes shining with happiness.
"I've missed y',Em,"he whispered,pulling her close again,breathing in the soft scent of sea salt and coconuts and rum.
Emma could feel her pulse racing as she hugged him again.Finally,she pulled away,glancing apologetically at the people in the streets."Let's take this conversation someplace else,love,"she said softly,heading into the tavern they'd been standing in front of.
Rick followed,crossing his arms and looking at her with mock seriousness."'F I di'n know any better,I'd say y'r only comin' in 'ere b'cause y'aven' 'ad any rum in a good five minutes,"he teased.A sarcastic smirk answered him immediately.
"Good t'see you haven' forgotten me entirely,Rick."
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on May 17, 2004 22:25:45 GMT -5
* Maria rose her head as the doors opened again. Evelyn entered and not too far of behind her entered Emma with an unknown man. She sighed and gazed in front of her where only emptiness filled. She stood from her table and straightened her dress. Clearing her throat she headed over to the batrender.* " Uhhh.. rum..." *She said hesitantly. With a slight breath she carefully placed a coin into the palm of the tenders hand and he went to fill her a mug. He came back with a full mug. She grabbed it and as she was about to head back to her table it had been occupied. She sighed and soon found herself sitting next to Evy.*
* Maria sat down and stared at the mug in front of her. She had never tasted it before but felt it had to be something special... She took a deep breath and lifted it high. " Drink up me 'earties yo ho.." * She said to herself before tipping it into and let the golden liquid fall into her throat. She spat it out and found it to be too sweet and too strong.. " 'ow can anybody like this?" * She told Evy innocently*
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Post by Will Turner on May 17, 2004 22:56:05 GMT -5
*Will sighed in relief as Jack lowered his own sword and Eric lowered his. Eric looked at Jacks extended hand for a moment then cautiously shook it and gave a nod, replacing his sword in his sheath.* No hard feelings. *He said and took a step back.*[/color]
*Will sighed in relief as both men lowered their swords. Then he grinned and shrugged a bit.* Ive been good. Married Elizabeth, if that comes as any surprise. *Will said with a laugh.* As for Norry, who knows whats going through that mans head. *He grunted then watched with a raised brow as the captain got as close as he could to his friends face.*
*Eric watched as Jack drew his face close to his own and his eyes locked on the Captains but he didn't move a single muscle for a long moment. Then he folded his arms, fondling a pair of silver rings that hung on a chain about his neck and let out a heavy sigh but his eyes were still focused and still as stone on Jacks.* Well are you gonna kiss me mate or are you just gonna stand there? *He asked with a grin. Will just shook his head and rolled his eyes.*[/color]
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Post by Evelyn on May 17, 2004 23:04:03 GMT -5
Evy turned to Maria. "Then don' drink it." She told her as she downed her rum. Eve was never one to talk too much. She mainly said what had to be said, what she needed to stay alive. She turned to look at her briefly and took the drink from her hand. She poured the rum into her own and downed it quickly. "There...problem solved." She groaned.
Then looking around she noticed. Emma walk in with a certain man she hadn't seen before. It seemed they were in a happy reunion and she wasn't about to interrupt it. Eve sighed, wondering if she would ever see Luis again, the Spanish bloke who had stolen her heart barely a year ago. Now she was 20 and full of regret but she vowed it wouldn't get her down. Instead she continued drinking her rum down.
Turning to her crewmate Maria, she uttered a few words hoping she could provide her with a bit of information. "D'ye know why we're 'ere?" She said before downing the rum quickly. Her eyes shifted around the pub. She always took in all there was where ever she was. Her hard life had taught her to be alert at all times...she had the scars to show the lessons learned over the past few years. Whiplashes on the back, a deep wound behind the ear, and a gunshot wound for starters.
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