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Post by Roux on May 22, 2004 16:13:12 GMT -5
Laughter raced over his face, and he nodded.
"Ye learn to listen when you've been to as many places as I have. You learn more from listening to one person's tale then to speaking about your own life. It makes a person wiser."
for a moment he seemed distracted, as if trying to find something that wasn't aboard the ship. Where had Hermes flitered of to? He hoped his cousin knew what he was doing. After all, this ship was crazy enough without Hermes the tricksters aboard.
"It's been a honor to hear about you, Linea." Roux said kindly. "I hope we become friends. and maybe more." He gave her a small smile that seemed tobe full of joy itself and then gestured out to sea.
"amazing, isn't it, how large it is? how endless? I wonder if that's why it draws so many people. Pirates really. It's so vast one could lose themsleves in this place. hide from whatever troubles you have."
He looked thoughtful for a while. "Maybe that's why we've all become pirates. To escape."
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Post by Evelyn on May 22, 2004 17:44:27 GMT -5
Evelyn looked over as the Captain spoke to her. She ran towards him, up to the helm as he handed it over to her. "Aye, then Cap'n! I'll be keepin' it steady on this course." She said with an even nod. Placing her hands upon the helm she felt free and she smiled broadly. This had been the first time she was called to take the helm. Instantly she sensed why the Captain loved this ship so much.
Keeping the helm steady she watched as he climbed the rigging, apparantly, he too enjoyed to bask in the sun's warmth, and peer over the waters. There was much activity aboard now, and from here on the poop decks above the captain's quarters she could see all that happened aboard the Pearl. Roux continued his talk with a still unfamiliar face, Emma and her friend were nearby, and Rose had headed down into the ship with the stowaway. And then she found Eric and her smile grew.
Remembering the last few things he had told her she sighed. He was two years older...twenty-two then, not much wiser, but enough to give him a bit of an edge on experience. But she shrugged, Eric would never know of her thoughts...especially not her admitting he was, perhaps, wiser than she...
Instead for now she watched the ship's course as the Pearl glided through the Caribbean's calm waters.
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Post by Rose Glassman/Hawk Aureye on May 22, 2004 23:03:10 GMT -5
He watched from the sky, knowing that Roux would feel his prescence. The ship had left the harbour, was on its way...it was time for him to make his appearance.
Rose had shown Hawk to the cabin that would be his when she felt something odd...a sound, but inside her head. She looked up, frowning.
Hawk frowned thoughtfully at Rose. "You all right? Somethin' wrong?"
"I...I 'eard somethin'..." Rose looked confused, then suddenly bolted back up onto the deck.
"Where are you goin'?" Hawk demanded, running after the girl. He stopped at the railing, and followed Rose's gaze out onto the water.
There was a boat there, leaking profusely, drifting close to the Pearl. It was a small, one-person boat, with a young man aboard it. Hawk thought the young man looked exceedingly familiar, but he couldn't place his features...
Hermes's guise as a mortal was most often one that resembled his appearance as a god closest - the honey-brown eyes, the golden brown hair, the straight nose, the tanned skin, the slim and muscled build. He had clothed himself in an outfit that was slightly too dirty and rough to be entirely respectable; a black pirate's hat sat jauntily on his head.
He saw the Sparrow twins watching him from the side of the ship and waved at them. "Comrades! Could you give me a hand, please? As you can see, I'm stuck..." He grinned. He could have adopted a pirate accent, but he preferred his usual flowing voice...it was easier to talk that way.
Rose looked down at the young man, raising an eyebrow. "Sure thing, mate, 'ang on a moment!" She lowered down one of the rope's with Hawk's help, in the meantime assessing the man. "'E looks about twenty 'r so...really 'andsome." She grinned. "A bit too formal t'be a pirate, but not entirely respectable, if y'know what I mean..."
Hawk nodded. There was something about the young man that he couldn't quite place. Something odd...but he liked the look of him. He looked something like Will Turner, the not-quite-pirate Hawk had seen much of at Port Royale.
Rose and Hawk together helped pull the young man aboard. Once he was aboard, Rose grinned at him sweetly. "Welcome aboard th' Black Pearl, mate...'m Rose, this is Hawk. An' you are...?"
"Ever so obliged for your help." He bowed gracefully, then grinned, a dashing and handsome grin. Fortunately, he had his alias prepared. "I'm Orestes Kyrillos...a sailor from Greece." The name was somewhat ironic...Kyrillos meant "lordly" in Greek, and Hermes was a god, after all.
"Good to meetcha, Orestes," Rose said brightly, and Hawk nodded assent. "Thing is, mate, you picked somethin' of a bad time...we've already had six join us, somethin' of a record-breaker..."
"Oh, don't worry about that," "Orestes" cut in smoothly, his voice lilting and pleasant, like a storyteller's. "I believe my cousin's on this ship...Roux? Have you heard of him?"
Rose's face lit up. "Oh, yeah, Roux, 'e's with us," she said cheerily, then bellowed across the ship, "ROUX! OY, ROUX! YOUR COUSIN'S LOOKIN' FOR YOU! COME OVER 'ERE AN' GREET 'IM!"
Both Orestes and Hawk winced. Rose's slim frame and gentle voice hid a yell of startling loudness that carried across distances well...and was possibly detrimental to the health and ears of those nearby...
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on May 22, 2004 23:10:18 GMT -5
::Barbossa thought for a moment, then gripped the strange man's outstretched hand. It was icy cold, and he had to try hard not to pull away::
"Aye, we 'ave an accord. Ye turn o'er yer ship ta me, and ye can come with me ta track down Sparrow. Sounds fair enough."
::He pulled his hand back and shot the man a false smile. Honestly, he had no intention of letting him come along, and planned to leave him behind in the middle of the night. All these rich types were all the same... so predictable::
::He watched as the man started to walk off, then suddenly called out:: "Wait! I didn' catch yer name!"
::Damien halted, his lips curling into a smile. Without looking back, he said:: "Damien. Damien Vichini. It was a pleasure meeting you, Captain Barbossa. Your ship should be ready by dusk tomorrow evening. I shall be waiting for you...."
::With that, he disappeared into the shadows of the night, leaving Barbossa alone in the darkened alleyway. His hand still felt cold from the handshake, and Barbossa had to slip it under his cloak to keep it from trembling::
"Now what?" ::he thought to himself. He sighed. All that was left was to head back to the tavern now...::
::Grumbling, he made his way back to the Marauder's Mug. [/i]There was something about Damien that he couldn't quite figure out, and it was already putting him ill at ease. He really wasn't looking forward to seeing him again....::[/i]
~Not long after~
::Barbossa sauntered back into the tavern, noting the fact that not a single person turned to stare at him as he entered. Shrugging off another uneasy feeling, he sat back down at the same table as before and ordered a mug of rum::
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Post by Evelyn on May 22, 2004 23:21:04 GMT -5
Selina had been out and about, looking for anything she could do to pass the time. She had been saving money for a long time now, and had a great deal, but she had been in a sort of limbo. Not completely decided on what to do with her wealth.
With that she headed into the Marauder's Mug. One of the common places she goes to, to find the next victim mostly, most are too drunk to realize her true intentions before its too late.
As she entered there was the usual hush in the pub and many eyes turned to her. She passed them all by, giving them a sly grin. Swinging her hips as she passed them all by, and they gawked. The few women in the pub did nothing but look at her scornfully, most the women in Tortuga had hated her, some admired her, hearing of the things she was able to get men to do. But most of them feared her...for not only was she beautiful, but she was just as deadly, quick to act and kill without remorse.
Taking a seat at the bar she sighed heavily and said, "I wonder, who'll grace me with their company." She spoke in a smooth voice. In a rush three men stood and ran towards her. A short, plump man had taken a seat next to her, the other, tall and strongly built, pulled him off the seat. "I will." the tall man said with a grin. "Ye bastard! I got there first!" he yelled and yanked him from the seat. "Ye bloody seadog! I did!" He yelled.
Before long a fight insued and the bar was in an uproar. The bartender looked at her scornfully. "Yer a damned curse! A curse! All ye do is start trouble, wherever ye go! Yer nothin' but trouble." The bartender's eyes were full of hate. Selina laughed and tilted her head to one side. "Do I cause you too much trouble?" she asked him. Then in a flash, she took from her side a pistol and shot. The shot hit the man straight between the eyes. The bar hushed.
The bartender fell sideways, dead. "Well, at least now I won't be causing you anymore trouble." She told him angrily tucking the pistol away, flipping her dark hair.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on May 22, 2004 23:33:41 GMT -5
Emma shook her head fondly at Rick.For him,it was like stepping into a bar and finding Hercules sitting down with a drink...tugging playfully on his ponytail to snap him out of it,she smiled at Jack."Thanks,mate,"she said."I'll take care'f 'im,don' worry...So...where're we off to?"she added eagerly.Emma loved travel,and seeing different places.It was a mark of her freedom to her;in the first twelve years of life,she had seen nothing but parts of the nice neighborhoods of London,and she did her best ever since to take in everything she could.
Rick rubbed the back of his head,casting a slightly resentful glance at Emma,but it had been enough to get him back to normal.He smiled at the Captain."Appreciate y'lettin' me stay on,mate,I won' make y'regret it,"he said,then turned to Emma with a wink."Don' y'ever pay attention t'anyone,love?Unless all th' crew members are mistaken,we're off t' Tortuga..."
Tortuga...Rick hadn't been there for three years,but the memories were still vivid.Good memories...all the chaos and excitement,being there with his crew,with Emma...but there were bad ones as well...The beach of Tortuga,white sand stained red...faces he'd known since childhood staring lifelessly up at him...
There must be something wrong with Rick...Emma noticed immediately.He had the look in his eyes he got when he was thinking about things he'd rather forget or ignore.Touching his arm lightly,she smiled."Been a while since we've gone there,eh,mate?C'mon,I'll get y'set up..."When they were out of Jack's sight,she slipped an arm behind him,rubbing the back of his neck gently.
"What's on yer mind,Rick?"she asked,as they entered the crew's quarters.She walked up and down the narrow room,looking for an empty bunk.Then she shook her head;how stupid was she?Grabbing a spare blanket and pillow,she put them on the bunk below hers,then climbed onto hers,sitting down to listen.
He smiled faintly,sitting down on the bunk below Emma's,recalling that this was the same arrangement they'd had on his father's ship."Well...y'know...Tortuga..."He sighed.He loved the place,in all its chaotic glory,but..."'S...where da' died...an' th' crew..."
Her voice was almost unrecognizable to anyone who was familiar with the usual rough accent she employed;it was soft,gently,with a hint of nobility."You haven't been back,have you,love?"When he shook his head,she reached down,touching his jaw softly."I...I thought you died there with them,Rick...I know it hurts,being there again.But it does go away...becomes numb with time..."Her small hand stroked back a stray strand of raven black hair,as her bright blue eyes looked lovingly into his.Then,as if nothing had happened,her soft smile transformed into a mischevous smirk,and her accent came back."Let's go...y've gotta meet th' crew...Unless ye need t'get some food first?"
He shook his head."No,'m all righ'.Thanks,Em."She slipped off her bunk,and he followed her back onto the deck.He did need to aquaint himself with this crew,if he meant to stay with them...Spotting a woman at the helm whom he had seen in the bar with Emma,he approached her.
Emma tapped Evy on the shoulder."'Ey,Evelyn...'ave y'met Rick yet?"
Gypsy looked down at the blood on her hands,breathing heavily.She felt no remorse,or even shock at what she had just done;the irregular breathing was due wholly to the the fact that her victims had put up quite a struggle.
"I'm free,"she said softly to the darkness,looking down at the bodies of the three men who had made her life Hell.She didn't have anywhere to go...Tortuga was all that had ever been her home,and wherever the men took her.But she would not let anyone walk on her like that again...
Wiping the ruby blood from her dark hands,she headed down the stairs,into the tavern of the Marauder's Mug.It was crowded,which was to be expected of any place with alcohol in a pirate haven.She sat down next to a scruffy man with quite a large hat,barking out an order for rum.As she sipped her drink,she noticed that there was still blood on her hands.Cursing softly,she decided just to hope no one noticed....
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on May 22, 2004 23:55:11 GMT -5
::Barbossa heard the tavern doors open, but didn't bother to look up. He looked down into his mug, and there he saw a pair of deep, violet eyes staring at him... drawing him in....::
::That's when he heard the shot ring out. He was pulled from his trance, and looked up to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever layed eyes on. She was holding a smoking pistol and grinning madly. He followed the barrel of her gun just in time to see the bartender slump against the wall and collapse to the floor, dead::
::He watched as she sat back down, and several men who had apparently been arguing over a seat at her table backed away, terrified. Barbossa smirked. Draining his mug, he stood up and walked over to her. Without a word, he sat down::
"Quite an impressive display there missy. Where'd ye learn ta shoot like that?"
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Post by Evelyn on May 23, 2004 0:06:11 GMT -5
Selina glanced over at the man who dared come near her now. She lifted a curved brow. Her dark eyes seeming to peer straight into him. "Barbossa? The Captain Barbossa?" Selina asked curiously. She nodded softly. "I've heard of you." She told him with a smile, placing a hand on his shoulder. Selina sighed heavily, tossing her hair to move the long, dark, locks behind her shoulder.
"I learned from the very best. In Spain." She answered him with a nod. "I can kill a man just as easy without the pistol, though." Selina brought a hand to the hilt of her fine sword. "Last I heard you were taken over by Jack Sparrow, and it looks as if you are searching for something..." Selina said slyly looking the man over. He was a terrible sight, but the fact that he had just come from Isla De Muerta, an island supposedly housing the biggest treasure in the Caribbean, and that's all that mattered really.
"Perhaps I can help you find what your looking for?" She asked him lifting a brow. Her hand slipping down to meet his hand.
Evelyn looked out upon the waves until she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Emma. "Emma!" She said a bit surprised. "Rick? No." Eve stated flatly looking Rick over. He was tall, that she noted immediately. "Hello Rick. I'm Evelyn Pearl, nice to meet ye." Eve said with a small smile. She stretched out her hand and shook his firmly. "Will ye be stayin' with us long? Or are ye leavin' us at Tortuga?" She asked him turning back to manning the helm and keeping the course.
Seeing the look on Emma's face she doubted he would be going anywhere, really. But she was always a curious one and couldn't help but speak her mind...sometimes a bit too often.
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Post by Roux on May 23, 2004 0:25:47 GMT -5
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