Of Greeks and Pirates. Part Ten

[Roux]

Apollo nodded, then made his way towards the ship, carefully shielding Linea with his cloth of gold cloak, he wrapped this around her, and hovered a few yards over the ship, then motioned for Hermes.

"I have a feeling you want to find Hawk. Why don't you take a look and find him. I want to find Callisto, Diana and Kora." He motioned to the deck.

"I'll have a look around, see what i can find out, tell me if you've found them, alright?"

[Rose Glassman/Hawk Aureye]

"Certainly." Hermes bowed to his brother, then took off, down below the decks. He stopped halfway down, feeling a sudden wave of nausea. Gods were only nauseous around other strange creatures, such as...Hermes turned to approach the source and gasped. A vampire? Aboard with Barbossa? How had he missed that?

Well, he certainly had to do this quickly, then...the vampire might sense something. Hermes quickly found Hawk, his stomach sinking as he realized his charge had been bitten, and would be weak...he debated the wisdom of giving Hawk an infusion of energy; after all, they were bonded by blood...he decided, still uneasy, to just wait for now.

[Captain Morgan Barbossa]

::The pirate captain smirked at Callisto, walking closer to her with the lantern. He still felt a bit nervous in her company, but he was determined now more than ever to hide it::

"Ye 'ave a sharp tongue, lass. Ye should be more car'ful who yer talkin' ta on this ship. Ye ne'er know when ye'll wake up with a knife in yer gut." ::He smirked again, began to circle slowly around her::

"I must admit lass, I find ye intregin'. There be somethin' about ye...I can' exactly place it. Maybe... maybe it's because I know ye be hidin' somethin from me." ::He stepped closer, locking eyes with her::

"Somethin big."

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:: Damien laid down the brush and looked up into the old mirror, sighing. Because his kind had no reflection, he was beginning to forget his own features. He could no longer even remember what color his eyes were. Then he chuckled. Maybe he should ask Selina when she came back::

::Ahh, Selina.... She really was a beautiful woman. Damien thought back to when he'd first met her, and recalled the anxious, almost fearful reaction he'd had. Although that feeling was nearly gone, there was still something about her that made him nervous. Did he not trust her? Or maybe...he didn't trust himself::

::Glancing over at the rather dishevelled bed, he shook his head, grinning slightly. It was already clear that he couldn't control himself around her. But considering what he was....that could be dangerous. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her::

::Suddenly, Damien's thoughts were interrupted by an odd sensation creeping through his body. He turned toward the door, his brows furrowed in concern and fear. Something was out there... he could feel its presence::

::It felt almost like... a god?!::

[Evelyn]

Selina had been thinking the matter over deeply as she stood upon the decks. Running a hand through her jet black hair she sighed. She was torn, oddly, strangely, and quite stupidly torn. What was she thinking? She had given Barbossa her word. She would get information from Damien, she had done half of the work, he was bound to give into her now.

Damien....ah Damien. He was handsome, that for certain. No question about that. His eyes were mesmerizing and all throughout the night she could not take her eyes from them. They were entrancing, almost hypnotic and she couldn't have escaped him if she attempted to. It was strange the way she was drawn to him, but nonetheless she smiled.

As she thought about what had occured, a sly smile grew. She could see him in front of her. He was etched into her mind and she couldn't shake the feeling he gave her off. She liked him...and she was cursing inside for it. It wasn't normal, it wasn't right. No. She would tell Barbossa anything she found out. That was it. Selina had been with man after man, and none had done this to her before, why now?

Just then, she looked up as she noticed their old ship coming up on the horizon? "Can it be?" Selina asked as she ran to the stern of the ship. "NO." She said disbelievingly. She squinted her eyes in the morning as the sun rose higher in the skies. "CAP'N! A ship! OUR SHIP!" Selina called aloud as her voice broke the silence upon the Pearl.

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Evelyn stood upon the decks looking out as they neared and she turned back to look at the crew. Each was preparing, but she found herself searching for Eric. "Eric mate!" Evelyn said as she began to worry about him. "Ge' over here!" She called out to him. She wanted to have a little chat with him about this. She began to realize this would be his first battle upon the seas with a bunch of pirates and she would try and prepare him.

She found herself becoming a bit nervous and scared for him. She grew a bit nervous and suddenly felt as if she should stick close to him, not knowing how he'd react in this sort of skirmish. Her honeyed eyes turned to the ship on the horizon, to the Pearl. She'd try and stick to the man if she had to. He hadn't known what it was like in this sort of fight, he was a landlubber, she knew it. This brought about other thoughts and worries...but she pushed these things out for the time being.

Instead she gripped her pistol and sword tightly, ready to swing over to the Pearl and take back what was theirs.

[Will Turner]

*Will and Eric roamed the ship, looking for cannon balls and anything else that could be launched from the cannons. As Will gathered up a bag full of things he laughed softly to himself as he scooped up a fork. He glanced over at Eric who was looking at him with a raised brow. Will simply grinned and threw the fork in the bag then tossed it over his shoulder.* Every little bit helps! *He said, although he was glad that they were able to find quite a few cannon balls to hold them over for a fair while. Though he figured Jack would probably prefer the forks over the cannon balls as silverware would put less holes in his ship. The two men scurried over to where one of the crew was stationed beside a cannon and Will tossed the man his bag. The man caught it with a grunt and opened it, staring at the contents curiously.* Just trust me. *Will said, giving the man a pat on the shoulder, then he rushed up on deck. His eyes spotted the Pearl in the distance and his hand went to the handle of his pistol and a slight smile formed on his face. It had been a long time since he was in such a situation and he couldn't help but admit that he had missed it a little bit.*

*Eric followed Will around below deck and through the cabins as they gathered things for the cannons. Despite the fact that Will hadn't done too bad in the past with odd and in weaponry, Eric felt a little better when they gathered the cannon balls. When Will told the man to trust him then hurried up on deck Eric leaned in towards the guy.* Can you trust a guy with a good singing voice? *He asked with a wink and with a laugh followed his friend. Just as he got on deck he heard someone call out his name and he glanced around curiously. Spotting Evelyn a little ways off he trotted over to her. He gave her a smile as he pulled out his pistol, holding it to his side as he placed his other hand on the hilt of the sword.* Well, you look eager. *He joked, glancing out towards Jacks stolen pride and joy.*[/color]

[Evelyn]

Evelyn's eyes scanned Eric over briefly and she laughed. "Eager, o' course I bloody well am! I want that damned ship. Besides, my cabin was bloody perfect...started feelin' like home." she grumbled glancing at the Pearl as they neared it. Evelyn furrowed her brows and she spotted a dark haired figur moving on board and she looked oddly familiar.

Then she turned her honeyed eyes back to Eric. "Ye better stay close with me mate. I mean ye've never been in a skirmish like this...an' I don' wan' ye gettin'...." Just as she was about to say something she changed the last words. " I don' wan' ye doin' somethin' stupid, alright? I mean I won' have yer cluelessness loosin' us the battle, savvy? So...er...stay close." She told him with a wink and a sly smile.

[Will Turner]

*Eric laughed and nodded his head. He was really beginning to realize how much Evelyn loved the sea and being aboard a ship of certain adventure. He gazed at her a moment as a few fleeting shots went through his mind as he realized what this meant. With a shake of his head he quickly rid himself of the thoughts and grinned at her.* Just admit it, you're worried about me. *He said, winking as he nudged her a bit. Then he laughed and playfully rolled his eyes as she mentioned his cluelessness.* And don't you go wandering off anywhere without me either or youre just gonna get yourself shot or something. You tend to do and then think. *He stated, rubbing his fingers over the barrel of the pistol.* And I might add that, that could loose us a battle just as easy. *He stated, giving her a side long glance. It seemed that seperatly, they would get themselves into trouble and together they would get themselves into trouble. So really it was just a matter of deciding on which of the troubles was the lesser. He glanced over at Will as the man passed by him and he grinned. No matter what happened, Will was a dead man. Whether it was a pirate that killed him or Elizabeth.*[/color]

[Evelyn]

Evelyn laughed as he spoke. "Worrie about ye? Damn right I am, I mean who else is goin' to be my spotter in future drinkin' matches?" She asked him. She placed the pistol in place and decided this would be needed later on in the skirmish. "Get myself shot? Hah! Tha's funny Eric...bloody comedian..." she muttered the last few words as she ruffled his golden locks. "An' I don' do and think later...not ALL the time at least." She told him crossing her arms and staring him over. "Besides...'m NOT the one who went attacking Luis in Tortuga like you did." She said nodding towards him.

"For all you knew he coulda been concealing a pistol and then ye wouldn't be here at all." She told him matter of factly as she turned again to stare that Pearl. The sails were clear, the rigging as well, and it would be only a few minutes before they flanked her. "An'...well if we lose a bloody battle over li'l me, then I'd have to think something was wrong with the crew if they can' go on without me. Although I know fer you, that's the truth." Evelyn said with a small smirk and nudged him.

Were this under any other circumstances she'd have gotten a bit cozier with him, but they were on the verge of battle, and she'd need her wits about her for the time being. " 'M serious though mate, if ye find yerself in a bit of a spot, jus' give a shout." She told him with a smile and a nod. "Hope there's at least a bit of pirate in ye." She sighed as she touched him up a bit, placing his pistol firmly in place and readjusting the hilt of his sword. "Th' last thing ye need is to not have easy access to yer weapons, savvy? An' don' speak...at all. The way you talk, all proper an' whatnot, they'll think ye a pansy and come after ye even more, so not a word, alrigh'?"

Evelyn was informing him a bit. She was more nervous for him than anything else. She could damn well take care of herself. More than plenty. It was just him. He wasn't used to this pirating sort of life. He was a man of the shores and always would be. This thought caused Evelyn to sigh deeply but she turned away from him and looked ahead. Taking out a black scarf she tied this around her hair, pulling back the brown curls under the scarf so that they were covered. Although the hair was visible in a messy ponytail coming from under it, and a few curls still managed to find their way out of the scarf and fell to her face.

"Ye'll be fine mate." She said patting him on the shoulder and giving a sigh, reassuring herself more than Eric.

[Victoria Brighton]

*Tobbs slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times, shading them from the sunlight that was now pouring in through the window in her cabin. She muttered quietly and rolled over, wantiong to do nothing but fall back to sleep, so not to face reality just yet...*

*Suddenly, she sat up as she suddenly realized a rather odd and suprising fact: The pain in her side was gone! She stripped off her shirt and unwrapped the bandage, neglecting to notice Jack's jacket just yet.*

*Seeing not even a scratch or a scar left, she gave a rather confused look around. What in the-....a smile spread across her lips as she understood now...she secretly thanked Orestes and Roux for closing and healing her slash, as she didn't know which of the two had done so. She knew Roux was a great healer since he dealt with Fishy and Rose, but then so was Orestes...meh, she'd find out later.*

*Another suprise took her by...well, suprise, when she saw she was holding Jack's jacket while she redressed properly. Pondering, she clenched her fists and began to feel a stir of wrath brewing....*

*She'd definitely have a...talk....with him soon*

*She was about to go back up and do so when she saw something out the window. Was that the Pearl? OI! A fisht was soon to come then! A rush of excitement made her quickly forget her current anger to be displayed sooner or later, and she grabbed her effects and tied her hair back in a pony before opening the door.*

*Before she raced out, she glanced back at the jacket, which now lay over the chair next to the table. She sighed and shook her head...he's just like all the rest, he's just like all the rest, she told herself. Shaking her head as if an attempts to shake the thoughts away, she resumed her swift yet graceful way up the stairs and onto deck.*

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[Jack Sparrow]

(ooc- forgive me mats. I've not posted in some time. I've been rather sick lately and am now just sort of recovering from being violently ill.......I am sorry.....here's my post to make up for lost time...I am sorry! I'm going move this....let's go pick a fight eh?)

:Jack's grin grew wider as the Pearl came into clearer detail.......He was carefully noting the arrangment of the crew...checking where each one was and secretly hoping each of them would keep their wits about them enough to stay out of sever harm's way....you never knew what sort of company Barbossa would keep.........:

:As the Hell's revenge gained in speed Jack shouted the orders: "Load the guns!"

:He's rather see the Pearl damaged in his hands then out of his hands with no damage......the point being....he wanted the Pearl to command again.....he could fix her later..........:

"Keep yer wits a bout you!" Jack shouted, the Hell's Revenge less then 40 yards away and closing........Jack's hands drove the ship into a near collision course with the Pearl...he'd be coming within a few scant feet of the Pearl, guns loaded and ready to blow Barbossa down deep enough in the sea where the sun wouldn't shine........:

"Will come with me!" He called. It wasn't a command......far from it.....it was a request. Will was a damn good swordsman...if Jack had a chance of reclaiming his ship it was in having a man he trusted enough behind him, watching his back. Oh his crew was made up of skilled wordsmen and women....great fighters...but he needed them to handle the rest of Barbossa's crew...:

:Besides....he'd promised he'd get Will back home....he'd keep that promise. If only he could keep the eunuch within a few feet of him whe nthey boarded....after all the lad did had a habit od running about causing a great deal of mess and chaos.........:

[Callisto]

::Callsito eyed Barbossa with a mix of curiosity and anger........how dare he? Her eyes were mere slits of lavender as she stared straight back at him: "You wouldn't have enough guts to kill something you think might have even a small bit of value to you." She hissed at him.::

"and I'd rather die then tell you even a fraction of what I know." And as if to prove this point, she turned her eyes away from him, as if he wasn't worht even her gaze.:

[Roux]

//Miss me? Vacation was boring. LOL. I'm back! I got permission from Jack for this post, so I hope it'll work alright//

Apollo had taken Linea with him below the decks. and there was Kora. He sighed She was injured. Apolo gently reached out and healed her wound. Diana was near as well, scared and angry, but unharmed. Apollo frowned and something seemed to catch his attention.

He looked at Linea.: "I think we should returned to Jack. He is close as it is. He will need out help."

Before he left, Apollo called on the West Wind, strong and warm, to fill the Hell's Revenge sails. The Wind strengthened, and pushed Jack's ship foreward. Apollo smiled and brought Linea back to the deck. He dropped her off with a small smile: "I need to find my young brother."

With that he raced back to Hermes, but it was not a long trip, The Hell's Revenge was closing in on the Black Pearl. He came up next to Hermes, eyeing Hawk. "He is ill." The gods stated plainly. "Will he live?"

[Rose Glassman/Hawk Aureye]

Rose watched the Pearl, the ship she'd made her home for the past two years, grow closer and closer in her vision. Grinning broadly, she made sure her array of weapons was ready and ran to a cannon, checking about for ammunition. The battle was about to begin; she'd be ready.

Hermes glanced at Apollo. "Oh yes, he'll live...he's just weak. There's a vampire aboard, Hawk's been attacked." His face was tight. "I'm hoping the vampire hasn't sensed us...and that he doesn't like the taste of Hawk's blood too much. He doesn't have much strength left."

Hermes glanced past the ship, watching the Hell's Revenge close in. "They're very close...Hawk will need his strength for the upcoming battle..." Hermes closed his eyes and focused on the tiny flash of Hawk's blood that was part of himself, making it surge with energy. Sometimes it was convenient being thus linked to his charge...

Below deck, Hawk's eyes flew open and he gasped, feeling sudden energy run through his veins, his strength seeping back into him. He got to his feet and glanced at Diana, concerned. "What 'appened? What's goin' on?"

Hermes grinned, satisfied, then turned to his brother. "What's our perogative for this battle? I'll have my hands full with the crazy Sparrows...with any luck, none of 'em will do anything too stupid. I know you'll keep an eye out for Linea and Kora...but we'll need to watch out for Callisto, too..."

[Will Turner]

*Eric simply grinned at Evelyn and shook his head. There was something in what she said that bothered him, about a future spotter. His lips formed a crooked frown for a moment but then he pushed the thought away and smiled at her.* Ah don't be so modest. Im not funny, im bloody hilarious. *He said, nudging her as she ruffled his hair. He raised a brow as she did so and then folded his arms as she brought up Luis and Tortuga.* I might of been the one doing the attacking but at least I didn't get myself knocked unconcious. *He said with a grunt, then he shrugged. Honestly he hadn't put much thought into the attack, there wasn't much time to think.* Pistol or not it wouldn't have mattered. I don't let people get away with hitting a lady. Or at least something that resembles a lady. *He grinned boyishly. Then he laughed heartily as she nudged him and he shook his head in defiance.* I think I could manage, but you on the other hand. Im not so sure about. *He stated, looking her over as she began to replace his pistol and sword. He watched her curiously for a moment and then his eyes glanced from one side the the other then he laughed again.* If Will can handle pirates I'm sure I can. I've encountered my fair share of them anyways. Of course not a whole ship of them but I think I can manage. And besides when you spend as much time around Will as I have, being proper sort of rubs off on you. *He stated, then nodded as she said he would be fine. He was nervous about the impending battle but he wasn't scared for himself, he was scared for Evelyn. He knew she could take care of herself but he still felt a sense of wanting to protect her. It was in his nature. Finally he drew in a deep breath and looked over the pistol. He grinned at the sight of it and could only hope it would hold up in the battle. If not, there was always his sword. His eyes darted towards Jack a s he shouted orders and his grasp on the pistol tightened.*[/color]

*Will glanced away from the Pearl and smiled as he saw Evelyn and Eric talking to eachother. He laughed when he saw her fixing the mans weapons and putting them in the proper place. Elizabeth always did the same thing to him.* Why do they feel they have to always re-do everything for us? *He chuckled to himself, walking towards them. Then he caught Erics comment about him. He lifted a small piece of wood from the deck and chucked it at the mans head.* I heard that! Don't think you're much tougher than me, I've seen you cry a time or two on this trip alone. *Will said with a grin, nudging his friend.*

*Eric simply rolled his eyes and playfully shoved Will, knocking the man back a step or two.* We'll see how tough you are when you get home mate. These pirates aren't going to be anything compared to Elizabeth. *He grinned.*[/color]

*Will just laughed and shook his head and glanced over as Jack started shouting out orders. He was about to go help with the cannons when the Captain called out to him. He trotted over to him.* Where are we going? *Will asked, placing his hand on his sword hilt, more out of habit than need. He was anxious to put his sword skills back into use again, considering he hadn't really gotten to use them much since a year ago.*

[Evelyn]

When Eric mentioned her getting knocked unconscious she let her jaw drop. "Luis is a lot bigger than me." Evelyn said matter of factly as she rested her hands on her hips. "Besides...I was bloody drunk! Anyone can hit down a drunken idiot." she said with a huff and only a tiny smirk. She had acted a fool that night. She was now realizing how she was before and she cringed slightly at it. She was out of control...completely mad. Actually, she still was mad, but at least now she had somewhat 'controlled' madness.

When he mentioned something resembling a lady Eve turned to him. "I can not believe ye said that!" she said with a laugh as she whacked the man in the back of the head gently. "Well, then, if I'm only someting that RESEMBLES a lady, then what would that make you? You're the one kissin' me, and swooning for me." She told him with a sly smirk and a wink.

Just then Will approached and she gave him a smirk. "Will? So this is the famous Will Turner, eh?" she asked lifting a brow as he teased Eric. "An' he is quite a softie isn' he?" Eve asked lifting a brow and looking Eric over. She laughed as they spoke and soon he was off.

Looking Eric over she gave a deep sigh. They were rapidly approaching the side of the Pearl and she wanted to be among the first to swing right on over. "Right, remember mate, just give a shout if you need my protection." She told him with a small chuckle. Then, she embraced him, indulging in a few moments with him before she parted. "We WILL be seein' eachother after this, savvy?" Evelyn said with a small nod. Her hand rested on his cheek a moment, and then she pulled away.

The bandana would keep her hair out of the way for the time being and as they came upon the Pearl she spotted the dark haired woman again...she looked oddly familiar...

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Selina had been gathering up the crew members, raising an alarm that woke them all. She would be damned if she was going to go ahead and fight this battle on her own. Briefly, Selina searched for Damien, hoping he knew but when she did not find him she headed back to the decks, albeit a bit disgruntled.

Selina stared out from upon the decks of the Pearl. "Evelyn Pearl?" Selina asked herself softly as she took a glance at the maiden at the side of the ship. "What is SHE doing here? I thought my father did away with her long ago." Selina now was speaking through clenched teeth and clutched the hilt of her sword sternly.

Selina remembered this woman, she was the only one allowed her father's ship, the one Selina always wished she could sail upon, although this was not the only reason Selina had developed a hatred for her. This, Evelyn Pearl, had everything she wanted...to be aboard the Devil's Wrath, to spend time with her father the Capt. Carcassas, but she also was her father's mistress...this made her blood boil. This woman was the cause for the friction between her father and mother. Her mother, herself, knew of the affair and had questioned Evelyn once before...only to hear the stupid excuse that she was being taken without her consent.

Either way it did not matter. Selina owed it to her mother, to herself, to see this woman breathed no longer. She had caused her mother much pain, driving her mother insane with jealousy, but it would end. Selina would see Evelyn done with...