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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jul 27, 2004 10:20:15 GMT -5
A year has passed since the events concerning the gods of Greece. Since then Jack and the crew’s lives had been quite uneventful, well as uneventful as a pirate life can get that is. With a few new crew members, Jack has sailed his crew to hell and back, pillaging, plundering, and gaining quite the notorious reputation. However, one not so scheduled trip to England, and to Evelyn’s home town, has brought about a new treasure to seek, a new endeavor, and possibly the next great adventure for Jack Sparrow and those aboard the Black Pearl.
A map has been found, once believed to be lost to the infernos of a previous pirate raid. A map revealing the location of a treasure TOO good to pass up, despite the warnings of a curse within it, an entire city of gold is a bit hard to pass up. With the map both in Evelyn’s trusted memory, and in Jack’s hand his crew are ready to go to hell, quite literally, and back for a piece of this city of gold.
Meanwhile, Barbossa hasn’t missed a beat, and although he was beaten to the ultimate relic last time, this time it is HE who has the upper hand. Although Jack and crew know about the treasure, they remain oblivious to the true power resting there, the Dagger of Curunin, an ancient dagger that posses the power to send those it kills to the Underworld, a hellish purgatory until the ending of the world. Barbossa’s thirst for vengeance is all but insatiable, and it is for THIS reason Bossa also makes for Central America, hoping through simply wandering about he too can find this city of Gold and the dagger which would finally give Jack Sparrow his due.
When Barbossa finds Jack Sparrow also in the jungles however and learns of Evelyn’s knowledge as to the location of the gold he concocts an evil plan that would not only give him the way to the City of Gold, but also an edge in the never ending battle between Barbossa’s crew and Jack’s. It’s a scramble and tangle to riches and relics…with not only eachother to compete with, but also the jungles themselves who also have threats within them that neither crew has even begun to prepare for…
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
-Plot credited to Evy and Bossa
Current Going Ons: Jack's crew is sailing to Port Royale. They have in their possession the map, and are going to meet up with Will. Tis morning, and Port Royale's just on the horizon!
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Post by Evelyn on Jul 27, 2004 11:40:19 GMT -5
Evelyn stared off into the horizon and blinked. It really was Port Royale. Eve faintly recalled a certain person living there and she groaned. "I still dunno why in the bloody 'ell we're goin' ta Port Royale!" Eve said with a growl as she stalked towards the bow of the ship and looked out to the horizon, pulling out her spyglass and then tucking it away again.
Evelyn spat onto the decks and then crossed her arms. Quite a few things had changed since the last time they sailed into here, but she had pushed so many of those things attached with Port Royale out of her head since then that she had almost become immune to anything even giving her the slightest reminder of HIM.
She peered down at herself, she'd be attracting quite some attention today in Port Royale. Eve looked grungy, her loose shirt clung to her flesh slightly, due to the humidity, her curls had been tied back and covered with a bandana with only a few tendrils escaping, her red feathered earring dangled from her right ear, and her boots were a bit more worn and a hole had begun to show. Evelyn was indeed changed...the crew had been around many different places and she had achieved a mark or two from each place.
From their latest stop in East India, she had gotten herself into a bit of a scrap with British officers and ended up with a branded P upon her wrist. There was a tattoo on her left arm now consisting of an open clam shell and embedded in it was a pearl and above the shell a ribbon hung over it saying "Evelyn". Another tatoo had been emblazoned her other arm which was of a small band that wrapped around her arm once. Her hands were rougher than they were before, a scar of where she had recieved stitches on her left hand still showed, but it was her eyes that had changed the most.
Eve had hardened much since the events at Mt. Olympus but since then she had never felt so free. Her eyes were stern, cold, and held plenty of fire, devoid of what little softness was once in them. She had even pondered tossing away the small token that reminded her of HIM but she had hesitated and instead had it sewn inside her pillow to keep out of sight.
All she could think of now was...gold. She gave a smirk as she thought of when they would soon be leaving Port Royale and would be heading towards the jungles in the New World. An entire city of Gold...and as far as she knew Jack had the only map to it in his hands...and she had the only memory of it in her head. The map had been found in her father's old store, she remembered making it with him many years ago but did not think it had survived the pirate raids. Now here she was, the ONLY one with the knowledge of it and Jack was the only soul with the map. She was hungry for another great adventure and this seemed like it could be the one...she only hoped she'd come out alive from it all...
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jul 27, 2004 14:41:55 GMT -5
*Up early due to trouble sleeping through the night, Tobbs pulled out a spyglass and directed it towards Port Royale. She sat upon a barrel by the bow of the ship. Smirking as she saw its speedy approach, she wondered what kind of trouble she'd cause this time with the navy officers. She'd never favored them, and it came quite impossible to hold her tongue in their presence.*
*As a matter of fact, it came quite hard to hold her tongue in anyone's presence, as Tobbs was still Tobbs, the stubborn quick tempered lass that sailed with Jack to Mount Olympus. She was still very stubborn, and of course, quick tempered, but she'd learned something since that voyage and throughout the year she'd spent on the Pearl. She could care for someone, and someone could care for her, and the entire world wasn't out to get her.*
*Of course, she rarely trusted anyone save Jack and a few crew members, and probably would always be so cautious with such matters, as she still tried to be independent from needing help and whatnot. But through the determined and hardened glow in her eyes, a softer light shown through that had developed throughout her time on the Black Pearl.*
*She stood and shielded her eyes from the rising sun, her long golden hair gleaming as its rays were cast upon her. In appearance, Tobbs hadn't changed all too much; She still had long flowing hair, ever shade-changing blue eyes, and a tan tint to her skin from the long days in the sun. She wore a fitting white-cream colored blouse that was buttoned loosely and just enough, a smooth turquoise vest that wasn't tied together by its ties but kept open to show the blouse beneath, brown pants, a gold and turquoise sash tied around her waist, and brown boots. Of course she also had her various weapons and her famous slender twin swords she had put in various places, but they were mostly hidden, all but the twin swords, which stood on either sides of her hips.*
*Yawning a bit tiredly, she placed the soyglass on the barrel and made her way towards Jack's cabin. The captain wasn't up yet, and she had half the mind to drag him out of bed. She gave a nod to a few crew mates as she passed and then slipped inside the Captain's Quarters, shutting the door behind her and glancing around to find Jack.*
*Her first instinct, which was that he was still asleep on the bed, was correct, and she gave a knowing nod as she made her way over. Sitting beside him, she spoke softly at first, and gave an occasional nudge from time to time on his arm.*
"Cap'n, time to wake, we're approaching Port Royale, should be there in a few hours...Oh come now, Jack, yer not gonna make me fall fer sleepin' in again, the crew's waitin'."
*She heard a few mutters that she translated to be about something involving rum and a few more minutes, and she shook her head and gave up, curling up next to him and resting her head on his chest sleepily.*
"Only a few more minutes then, but that's it, savvy?"
*Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep for a few minutes. Waking up as she heard a shout from one of the crew, she sat up and pushed her hair back behind ehr shoulder, glancing down at Jack and sighing.*
"I don' knopw 'ow ya make me fall for it...ya didn' even 'ave to speak this time...alright then, I'll leave a note by the table fer ye to get when ya wake. Next time ya shouldn' drink too much before we prepare ta land..."
*She smiled faintly and rested a hand on his cheek as she paused a few moments, gazing at him, then standing to write down the note. She said something like, whenever you wake, we'll be in Port Royale, so take yer time, the crew will get to it. Placing the quill down, she opened the door and made ehr way on deck as she closed it.*
*Tobbs resumed her sitting on the barrel and watched as Port Royale steadily grew closer. She rememebred the rumors of the map, and the trouble it took getting the bloody thing. But it was all fun, and the adventure they had up ahead was enough to make her smile in anticipation.*
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Mark Andrews
Councellor/First Mate
Forgiveness is between you and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Jul 27, 2004 15:27:51 GMT -5
Mark was working in his shop for the tenth day in a row. Business had increased over the week. Not that he minded all the work, more customers meant more cash, but he did mind that he didn’t get to go out and have a little fun. He liked to have a little fun now and then. To make things worse he was very tired. He had so many orders to fill that he got very little sleep.
“I wish I could just get away from this place. Ten straight days of bloody work! All work and no play makes Mark a dull boy. Look at me….talkin to my blimey self again. Next thing I know I’ll be arguing with myself over what to engrave on the barrel of this musket.”
Mark said as he polished the barrel of a musket rifle. After polishing it for a while he sat it down. He walked up to the window in his shop. He looked out it and wished he could be out exploring or swimming. He liked to swim. Suddenly a gentle breeze whispered into the room. Mark’s dark hair fluttered in the air. He got a piece of cloth and tied his hair up. He paced around the room a moment. He was pondering going down to the beach to catch some crab. He could make a grand meal with crab. He liked to fry it in butter with lemon juice and pepper. His mouth watered at the idea of a good meal. Then he snapped out of his crab heaven and picked up the riffle barrel he’d been working on.
“Good an’ polished. I can see myself, and I look mighty handsome.”
He said grinning at his reflection. He picked up his etching tool and began to carve into the hard metal of the barrel. He began to form the picture of a serpent wrapping around the barrel.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jul 27, 2004 15:31:54 GMT -5
*Eric walked quietly along the streets of Port Royal, fondling the leather necklace about his neck while his dark eyes gazed thoughtfully into the distance. He felt a gentle touch upon his arm and he glanced over, smiling softly at the lovely young woman beside him.* Eric, it is time for breakfast at my home. My father insists that you come. I would certainly love it if you would, *She said softly, her hazel eyes sparkling with hope. Erics eyes rested upon her for a long moment. She was a sweet woman. Poised and proper. She had been the best friend of Ashley thus befriended Eric, though he knew her feelings for him secretly ran deeper. However over the past year she had been allowing those feelings to show, wanting to comfort the secret hurt that she could see in his eyes and yet he refused to speak of it.* I’d like that, Elinor *He said, returning the smile. He looped his arm through hers and together they walked towards the beautiful mansions overlooking the docks. As they did Elinors eyes kept locking upon the necklace that Eric seemed to hold on to so dearly.* Will you tell me where you got that necklace? It is dreadfully plain if you don’t mind me saying and I am sure I could pick you out a much nicer one. *She said. Eric glanced at her and his eyes grew almost cold at the thought of where the necklace had come from. In his heart he felt he had become hardened to the love he once felt for Evelyn and yet somehow, he could never bring himself to take the necklace off.* I’d rather not talk about it. *He said simply, opening the door for her as they arrived at the mansion. She slipped through the large mahogany door and he shuffled in after her, tipping his head to Elinors father.* Mr. Stuart, a pleasure seeing you again. *He said. Mr. Stuart smiled and tipped his head as well, rushing over to his daughter and kissing her cheek.* Yes, I was hoping you could make it Mr. Jackson. There is something I want to talk to you about.[/color] *Mr. Stuart stated. Eric looked at him with a slightly bewildered look on his face. A moment later a maid hurried in and clapped her hands together, announcing that breakfast was ready. Eric followed the Stuarts into the immaculate dinning room where he held Elinors chair for her and took a seat beside her. After the prayer they began to eat. It was an atmosphere that Eric never felt comfortable in, like he could never be himself. Yet he knew that Elinor cared deeply for him and he felt as if he owed it to her. And her company did bring him comfort. Finally as the breakfast was over Mr. Stuart rose and glanced at the women around the table.* If you will excuse me and Mr. Jackson here, we have some issues to discuss in the parlor.[/color] *He said, his eyes resting on Eric, then he walked off. Eric watched him go then turned to Elinor and grabbed her hand, kissing it politely.* Do not be long! I wish to have a walk with you later.[/color] *She exclaimed. Eric nodded and found his way to the parlor where her father was seated in an oversized wing chair smoking a pipe and gazing thoughtfully into a dancing fire. Eric watched the parading flames from the doorway for a moment before taking a seat in the chair beside Mr. Stuart.* My daughter fancies you know, Mr. Jackson.[/color] Mr. Stuart stated, his eyes still on the fire.* Yes, sir. I had a feeling that she did. *Eric replied, swallowing nervously. He wondered where this conversation was leading.* Eric, you may not be…shall we say our type of people but she fancies you none the less. I can see her adoration for you in her eyes and never have I seen her smile so much as she has in this past year. It warms my heart to know that she has finally found somebody who will make her happy. However I noticed that you have not yet courted her, and Eric I think you should. She wants to go on a walk with you shortly…I believe you have something to tell her?[/color] *Mr. Stuart said in more of a statement then a question. He rose and left quickly before Eric could even speak. However his words still left an impact on the young mans mind and Eric took the words to heart. As he rose and returned to Elinor he smiled. He supposed he did have something to tell her.*
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jul 27, 2004 16:22:54 GMT -5
As the sun rose over the shimmering Carribean,warming the black sails of the ship that glided over her gently rocking surface towards Port Royal,a young woman watched the small island drawing nearer with interest.It had been a while,hadn't it...
Emma Hawkins had only made two visits to this particular island in her rather colorful history.Both of them had brought huge changes to her life,the more recent one being more pleasant.She smiled with almost uncharacteristic softness at the thought of Rick,who was most likely still below deck,sleeping.While Emma could still,and would not hesitate to,outdrink,outcurse,outfight and outwit any man she knew,she had a certain weakness for the raven-haired Scotsman,who had been a friend from childhood and so much more.
The past year had brought only minor changes in her appearance.At age 20,she could probably have been a real beauty if she took it into her mind to do so.And she was,if you were fond of the sort of girl who looked as though she could beat you into a bloody smear on the wall...Her auburn hair still hung down past her waist,and was slightly wavy now from the humidity,held back by her beloved black bandanna with the silver moon-and-stars pattern,given to her by Rick so long ago.Her black boots were scuffed and scratched,bearing the scars of as many fights as their owner.She wore the same pair of baggy faded,torn up knee length navy blue pants and the same off-white shirt,with stains so old they had begun to fade into the original fabric.The "P" brand from a runin with the East India Company was still evident on her wrist,but mostly covered by a leather strap securing a thin knife to her arm,inside her baggy sleeve.She had a blood red sash with frayed ends,and another,green silk with gold coins.A silver hoop hung from one ear,and a dangling golden charm with tiny amethysts from the other.A strand of her hair hung loose from the bandanna,onto which were threaded beads of wood and silver and green glass.To finish the young seafarer's look,she had a saber secured to her side with a leather belt,a brace of pistols tucked into her sash,and an unaccounted number of knives stashed from her boots up.
Eyes of the same shining bluegreen as the sea scanned the deck below her prech in the rigging.She spotted Tobbs,sitting on a barrel,and Evelyn.With a yawn,she grabbed a rope and swung down to the deck,making almost no noise as she did.Her black leather boots hit the ground,and she steadied herself with one hand for a moment before walking to her friends.
"Mornin',Evy...Tobbs..."She came to rest at the wall,leaning against it and staring off across the sunlit sea.Her eyes flickered for a moment towards Evelyn,and she felt a hint of sadness.She seemed to have grown distant recently,and hardened.A certain apathy was necessary for the life they led,of course...but Emma hated to see people lose themselves.She still did many of the same things with her friend-drinking and fighting were hardly things one lost over the course of a year...but somehow the other woman felt...changed.
Emma shrugged it off.Evy looked surprisingly thoughtful this morning,actually.She knew why...They were going to Port Royal.Where he was.The young woman remained passive,gazing out at the waves.If Evy wanted to talk,she would.If she didn't...well,perhaps she could force her to,but it was too much work for this time in the morning....
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Post by Rose Glassman/Hawk Aureye on Jul 27, 2004 16:38:22 GMT -5
Rose Glassman-Sparrow leaned against the railing of the Pearl, breathing in the air and letting the salty spray fly through her hair. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in a broad grin; she felt so free here. Nothing could change that.
At eighteen, Rose was still a free spirit. A year with her father and protective twin brother hadn't managed to change the amount of wicked scrapes she got into. She'd acquired a few new scars, among them a prominent one under her rose tattoo. She'd taken down more than her fair share of men, gained a few enemies, and more often than not, Hawk had had to bail her out of serious trouble. The girl was unaffected by all this, though - she continued to be a no-holds-barred daredevil lass, living her life on the edge, with her sword in one hand and her mug of rum in the other.
In a fight a short time ago, a man's sword had sliced through Rose's braid of thick dark hair, cutting half of it off. Her fury had known no bounds - the man had been down in record time - because her waist-length hair had been her pride and joy, the one feature she really shared with Jack (aside from the mischievous grin). Still, she'd gotten it fixed up back on the ship, and she had to admit...shoulder-length hair didn't suit her so badly. She wore it down now, allowing it to get tangled and salty. Because of their visit to Port Royale, though, it was fairly clean now, with a few beaded braids like Jack's in its thick mass.
Rose's apperance otherwise hadn't changed much. She was still tall, still slender and strong, and still preferred to dress plainly. At the moment, she was dressed in her cleanest white blouse, without a tear or stain, with full sleeves and small black buttons. Her breeches, instead of brown, grey, or black, were dark red, and tighter than her usual loose, full ones. Her belt, fingerless gloves, and short boots were of black leather; her hair was covered with a dark red bandana resembling Jack's.
Rose's wild, stormy dark grey eyes were the colour of her mother's, but in personality they showed how much of Jack's daughter she truly was. With her hair down, Rose's strong features seemed almost pretty...certainly more delicate. She'd never be beautiful - she'd resigned herself to that long ago - but she'd settle for being uniquely unforgettable.
Hawk Aureye-Sparrow came up onto deck, the feeling of the breeze in his hair a welcome sensation. He'd been inside too long, catching up on much-needed sleep...being with Rose wasn't doing wonders for his health.
It surprised no one on the crew how well or how quickly the Sparrow twins had clicked...they functioned like one unit. Hawk was the quick, strategic brains; Rose was the impulsive, crazy brawn. The two had soon come to mean everything to each other - Hawk had certainly put his neck on the line hundreds of times for his crazy sister. Their relationship seemed to go beyond blood...they were easily the two closest people aboard the ship, who together fought like a machine.
Hawk was a very handsome eighteen-year-old man, just a few inches taller than Rose with amber-brown eyes and messy, earlobe-length brown hair lightened by the sun. He still wore a small gold hoop in his right ear; he still kept in shape, and was quick and agile in almost any situation. He looked almost identical to a young Jack, but his personality was nearly the opposite of both his father's and sister's. He was quieter, more of a thinker, planner, a strategy-maker. He was the first to logically assess a situation and quickly plot a course of action. Once in a tight spot, Hawk would always fight to maximum capacity, with deadly accuracy and speed.
He was also fiercely loyal, extremely grateful to the crew that had taken him in for good. He got along well with everyone on the ship, having inherited Jack's charisma, and was always especially charming when they were visiting islands. He was dressed in an outfit similar to Rose's; his own shirt was cream-coloured, his breeches, belt, and boots brown. His hair was still messy, but that couldn't be helped...
Hawk approached his sister with easy, measured steps, standing right next to her. She didn't look up, but he knew she knew he was there; it was a twin thing. He fixed his eyes on Port Royale, coming closer...
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Jul 27, 2004 16:59:09 GMT -5
* The strong smells, loud noises, and the long lost cry of a child. She ran through the crowded corridors of a somewhat familiar ship, turing every other step and getting lost in a maze of never ending halls. Her vision seemed blurry and her only guidance were her two hands feeling their way to an exit. She was constantly pushed and pulled from wall to wall as the sound of footsteps rushed passed her.*
* Maria lay in her cot, her eyes moving rapidly, the dream had only begun*
* It felt like an eternity until she could feel the warmth of the hiding sun as she somehow found herself on deck. Suddenly she felt a tug at her sleeve, ' Its not safe on the deck...' she heard a voice tell her as she could feel being led back down, by the feeling the coolness of the lower deck once more*
* Maria slowly opened her eyes and found herself in her cabin. It wasn't until her eyes adjusted that she was fully reassured that she was aboard The Pearl. She lay in bed for a while until the weary and tiredness had began to subside her. She stood up and walked wearily to the small cracked mirror. She peered into the mirror at her reflection. She saw a girl at 15 with delicate features and brown chestnut wavy hair. She took a bandana from her box and tied the soft curls into a loose bun. She glanced down at the small box and lifted the lid. She grasped the goldne bracellete and clasped it onto her wrist. The captain's slurrish call reached her ears as she began to change and headed toward the deck.*
* The warm Caribbean sun was set in the sky and the smell of the sea mustered in the atmosphere. She glanced around the deck seeing Evy, Jack, Tobbs, Emma, Rose, and Hawk.*
" Morning Evy.."
* She said as she passed her. But Evy seemed to be distracted with thoughts of her own. She knew Evelyn didn't take to her much but this was a new day, and perhaps...*
" Morning Tobbs.... Emma...."
" Morning Rose.. Hawk.."
* Maria took her place as she leaned against the rail and gazed out to see Port Royal in the distance.*
" Once more.."
*She told herself*
" Once more..."
Chris turned the key and opened the door to the pub. He wet a rag and started to wipe off the counter and every table. Nobody had arrived for work yet, as usual.
" How convenient.."
he said to himself as he spotted a drunk who had somehow hid from the tenders last night and now was sleeping in a corner holding an empty mug in his hand. He dropped the rag, walked over to the drunken man and kneeled next to him.
" Excuse me."
The drunks eyes slowly opened to show their redness. The bell ran as someone entered the pub. He turned still in the kneeling position to see who had entered. It was Matthew, another tender of the pub.
" Would you mind helping me?"
he said craning his had in the direction of the drunk. ' I thought I might just watch te see wha' you do wif 'im..' Matthew said.
" I'm serious.."
Matthew reluctantly strided over to Chris and the drunk and helped to lift him and carry him outside.
" Don't do that again!"
he said pointing a finger at the man, but he'd already passed out once more. Chris closed the door behind him and grabbed the rag and began to clean the tables once more. He stopped and turned his head to Matthew who was washing dishes.
" Maybe we should really check the pub hard next time before we leave.."
he said with a faint grin. After cleaning each table he threw the rag over his shoulders and studied the pub, his blueish grey eyes peering into each crevice and corner. It was small with only a few tables, but it was one of the busiest places in Port Royal. The bell rang as the first customer of the day stepped in. Chris walked over to the counter and ran his fingers through his chesnut curls... He leaned over the counter to the young woman and in his most charming smile said,
" Can I get you something?"
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Post by Will Turner on Jul 27, 2004 18:16:55 GMT -5
*Will woke up with a yawn, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He blinked suddenly as a maid drew back the curtains and light flooded the bedroom. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Elizabeth sleeping soundly and he smiled softly. He turned and leaned over, kissing her gently upon the cheek and pushing the hair from her face. She looked so beautiful lying there, almost angelic. He was still dumbfounded by the fact that of all the men she could have had, she chose him. He was thankful for that. Will could still remember the way she looked that day upon Mount Olympus. Remembering anything at all about that journey would make him at least crack a smile. There was never a dull moment with Jack Sparrow and his crew. He hadn't changed much since the trip and wondered if any of the others had, wondered if he would ever see them again. He rose from the bed once more and slipped on a fresh pair of pants and a loose fitting shirt that sat beneath a brown vest. He dropped to his knees, reaching under the bed to pull out his boots but came up to soon, smacking his head on the baseboard.* Gah! Bloody hell! *He cried, sitting back on his knees and rubbing his throbbing head. His dark eyes went instantly to Elizabeth in fear that he might have awaken her. When his gaze landed on her he saw her propped up on one elbow upon the bed looking at him with a raised brow and sleepy eyes. He gave a lopsided grin and shrugged.* Hit my head on the bed. *He said, rising and slipping on his boots. Elizabeth laughed as she scooted up to him, wrapping her arms about him from behind and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.* You have to watch for the bedframe. It's dangerous. *She winked. He grunted and spotted his pistol from the room, which reminded him he had yet to pick up bullets for it. He hopped up and slipped it through his belt then smiled back at Elizabeth.* I have to go to the gunsmith today. Want to come with me? *He asked, going over to the window and glancing out at the busy bodies moving about the streets and docks.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jul 27, 2004 18:25:19 GMT -5
Evelyn finally looked up from looking straight at the horizon, her eyes fixed upon Port Royale, an ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach grew and she didn't like its pestulant presence. She heard a few voices call out her name in the calm, easy, dawn. She nodded to Tobbs as she passed her, she had grown quite fond of Tobbs' presence aboard the ship. She seemed to have a special relationship with the Captain, but nonethless, she had won Eve's respect with the way she carried herself. She was an excellent swordsmen and she was proud to fight alongside her. " 'Ello Tobbsy, good ta see ye up an' about." She told her with a small smirk. Eve slapped a hand upon Tobbs' shoulder a bit and looked to Port Royale. "Well, I guess we'll see just 'ow bloody unnoticed we can slip in and out of there, won' we?" Evelyn told her with a smirk and lifting a chocolate, brown, brow.
Eve didn't take too much to smiling anymore, the whole thing seemed a bit much to do now a days, she felt there was no real need to smile anyways...
Her honey eyes scanned the decks and she spotted the twins, which not until the hectic events of Mt. Olympus did she realize they were twins, AND that they were children of Jack Sparrow as well. She shook her head at this, she was completely distracted the last time, she wouldn't let it happen again, that was for damned sure. "Mornin' Rose, Hawk." Then her golden eyes spotted Maria and she gave her a solemn nod and a smirk. Maria was one of the young ones of the group and Eve had grown a sort of strange relationship with the lass. It was almost as if she were distant with her on purpose, simply to test how tough the girl was and if she could hold out on her own. Maria had done unexpectedly well in fact, and Eve had constantly kept an eye out for the lass, wary that she at times can be lost in the fray's of battle. Rose was young too but she had her brother and Jack, Maria...seemingly, had no one.
Then she saw Emma and she gave a small grin. "Up already Em?" Eve asked her lifting a brow. Evelyn knew perfectly well that Rick and Emma weren't strictly friends. There was more there, she knew because she had found herself staring at the few quiet talks they had at times and shook herself out of it. Seeing them happy, together, and so alive reminded her of another time when she felt the same way. "I guess ye were able ta slip out of yer room without wakin' Rick this time, aye?" She gave a short chuckle. Rick had turned out to be quite an asset to the crew, he had even saved Evy's neck once and for that she was grateful to him. Emma had been one of the few that she had grown rather fond of as well. Her fiery spirit was so much like her own, a bit more on the rash side at times, but Eve was barely a few notches behind Emma really.
"How long d'ye think we'll last docked here till one 'f us goes and gets themselves inta trouble?" Eve asked her with a playful grin, combing back a few of the chocolate colored tendrils that waved their way in her face. Evelyn's eyes eyed Port Royale as it drew nearer, she knew this would be a not so pleasant visit, and she hoped she wouldn't run into HIM either. She had actually pondered staying aboard the Pearl the entire time, but the prospect of some finely brewed rum was too good to pass up.
Still, deep down, somewhere in the pit of her stomach, she could almost feel the warmth of his smile and she groaned. WHY did they have to come back? What was more, they were no doubt, going to visit Will, and he's best friends' with HIM. She'd refrain from visiting any fine homes, that's for damned sure. Evelyn looked down at her hands, then at Port Royale once more. There was a such a difference, Eve could see it clearly. She, for some odd reason, attempted to straighten out her ruffled brown sash, but found it was no use. Blood stains were apparent upon it so she shrugged this feeble attempt off.
She'd simply keep her head low and find herself a rum...avoid HIM at all costs and would leave Port Royale with all limbs in place...
HIM...as thoughts of HIM sprang up again she gave a soft growl and shook her head. THIS was why she had changed Jack's mind everytime he suggested paying a visit to the Turners. She knew thinking about HIM would be inevitable and she hated it. Even remembering anything about her stirred up angry, hurt, emotions. Altough Eve had grown so hardened that even THIS barely echoed within her. Still...the simple fact that ANY of those feelings lingered was what scared her...for a year she pushed it away and now it would try and rush up on her...she'd just shrug it off, like so many other things...she was becoming and expert at that.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jul 27, 2004 19:12:07 GMT -5
*Eric extended his arm to Elinor and she smiled brightly, rising from her seat and looping her slender arm through his. Eric glanced towards the other side of the room and caught Mr. Stuarts gaze upon him. He shifted in his spot uncomfortably as the two men made eye contact. Elinors father gave Eric a nod and Eric gave him an awkward smile. He was honestly surprised that this man actually wanted him to court his only daughter, considering the living situation of Eric. He wasn’t poor but he wasn’t exactly well off either. He made just enough to support himself and that was the limit of his means. He could never give Elinor all that she had now, even if he tried. She would often hint to him that she didn’t care where she lived as long as she was with the man that she loved…but in his heart he knew she would never be happy outside of the lifestyle she was in now.* Thank you for breakfast, Mr. and Mrs. Stuart. It was one of the best meals I’ve had in a while. *He said, flashing his politest smile in Elinors mothers direction. Mrs. Stuart nodded pleased as she rose and flitted away. Mr. Stuart found his way over to Erics side and gave the man a squeeze on the shoulder.* I trust that you won’t forget our little chat in the parlor Mr. Jackson?[/color] *He asked. Eric shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. It was a habit he picked up long ago, a sign that he was nervous or uncomfortable. And in the Stuart house he was often a little bit of both.* I wouldn’t dream of forgetting it, Sir. Are you ready to go, Elinor? *He asked, turning his attention back to the young woman. She smiled politely and nodded, grabbing a delicate shawl from off a coat hanger and draping it loosely about her shoulders. She was a thin woman, tall as well with beautiful features and a delicate persona. She pushed her light brown curls behind her shoulders and smoothed out the skirt of her lovely white dress, splashed all over with intricately embroidered baby roses. Everything about her was the complete opposite of Evelyn and he took comfort in that, wanting nothing more than the necklace to remind him of her. As he and Elinor left the house they were silent for a long while, pacing themselves as they walked down a cobble street towards the docks. Suddenly, Elinor reached up and gabbed his arm to stop him. He looked down at her with confused eyes.* Why are we stopping? *He asked curiously.* Oh, Eric. I just…I cannot keep it to myself any longer.[/color] *She stated, grabbing his hands in hers. She looked at him with gentle hazel eyes and he felt his heart speed up as he expected her to spill her heart out to him.* Cant keep what to yourself any longer? *He swallowed nervously. Elinor looked away from him for a moment then she sighed, placing her hand upon his cheek.* How you’ve changed since you came back. You’re hiding something from me, Eric. I can see it in your eyes. They used to be so soft and gentle…now they’re so distant, almost cold. I miss the old you.[/color] *She explained, her fingers finding their way through his hair. He lowered his eyes and turned away from her.* Sometimes people change, Elinor. It happens. *He stated flatly. Elinor frowned and stepped in front of him again.* I know they do. I just wish that you would tell me what it was that changed you.[/color] *She said, her eyes falling on his necklace. He caught her stare and then he shook his head, removing it from around his neck and shoving it in his pocket.* There. Maybe if you don’t see the necklace you won’t be so curious. *He said bitterly. Elinor lowered her head and nodded.* It doesn’t matter anyways. I stopped caring a long time ago. *He said and sighed heavily, lifting her chin with his hand.* Well I suppose I will let it go. As long as you haven’t stopped caring about everything I think I shall manage.[/color] *She smiled. He returned a half hearted smile and laughed a little. He did care about Elinor but not in the way he had once cared about someone else. Elinor deserved more than the little interest he was showing her and he was beginning to feel that he was holding back when he didn’t need to be. He placed his hand upon Elinors back and they again started down the street, chatting casually*
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Post by Elizabeth Swann/Turner on Jul 27, 2004 19:23:37 GMT -5
"Gah!Bloody Hell!"
*Elizabeth woke sleepily and glanced over towards the direction of the noise, resting her head on her hand as she saw Will. She laughed as she heard his explanation, scooting closer to him and kissing him on the cheek as she wrapped her arms around him.*
"You have to watch for the bedframe. It's dangerous."
*She winked at him and lay back down as he hopped up, stretching tiredly. At his inquiry, she furrowed her brows and opened her eyes barely enough to see him by the window. She sighed sleepily and sat up.*
"I guess I can't sleep in any longer, might as well wake up. To the gunsmith? Well, I could always give Milly a day off from her errands at the market....Let me just get ready!"
*She rose from the bed and went to pick out a dress, choosing a deep blue one with golden trimmings. She got dressed and brushed her hair, putting it up and deeming she was finished as she glanced in a mirror. She looked over to Will as he sat waiting, a teasing smile forming upon her lips.*
"I didn't take too long this time! It takes longer for a lady to get ready, you know, but I can always count on you to wait, now can't I?"
*She approached and took his hands in hers, squeezing them gently. Drawing away from him and heading for the hallway, Elizabeth made her way down the stairs and thanked Estrella for getting her the basket she asked for. Waiting for Will by the door, she looked out of a nearby window and gave a sigh of contentment.*
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Post by Luis on Jul 27, 2004 19:59:57 GMT -5
Luis weaved his way through the tidy streets of Port Royale with his eyes quite alert. His dark, long, locks were tied back with a piece of leather and he was dressed quite poorly. His clothes were a bit dirty and showed much wear on them. This was obviously, not Luis' favorite attire, being so used to wearing a Spanish Naval Officer's outfit himself, being incognito just didn't suit him. But, he would do this, for his country, for his Commodore, for himself, besides seeking a bit of revenge on Evelyn Pearl wasn't all that bad of a mission anyway.
Luis had been sent to go to Tortuga to find Evelyn Pearl, but her being on the Black Pearl, it was a bit difficult to locate her, however, Tortuga seemed like an inevitable pit stop for any pirate and he expected to see her there soon enough. He had merely paused here to get a bit of fresh, 'civilized' air...knowing he would be living in Tortuga for a bit of time wasn't all that comforting, even though about a year ago he DID lead a raid upon the island ridding it of most of the pirates and scum that had inhabited it.
This time, however, he was to attempt to infiltrate the Black Pearl, namely by getting close to Evelyn. It had come to the Spanish Navy's attention that an old map making shop had been raided by pirates recently, and many things were taken. The Spanish Navy had but recently known of a certain valuable map hidden in this shop, just recently finding the relative of the Spanish Captain that had asked for the map to be made. After much careful questioning, Luis had heard whispers of the woman's description who had taken it and knew it to be Evelyn Pearl.
So here he was, ready to set off the next day towards Tortuga to find her. He was to become one of them...become a pirate and get the info about this map from Evelyn herself, as she would be the most vulnerable to him, for she HAD at one point at least, DID indeed love him and even THAT in itself gave Luis an edge.
Walking down the crowded streets of Port Royale, Luis looked about and then bumped into someone hard. "Sorry." Luis stated flatly in his heavy spanish accent. He looked up quickly and the face he encountered looked oddly familiar. He furrowed his brows as he looked the man over momentarily but shook his head and pressed on. He had no time for this sort of thing...he would enjoy himself while he still could...amongst civilized people that is.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jul 27, 2004 20:13:06 GMT -5
NOTE: Jack is gone off for a week, and shant return until then, so we're definitely going to take this beginning of the rpg slow, no rushing please! Thank ye!
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jul 27, 2004 23:57:14 GMT -5
Emma smirked,her bluegreen eyes lighting up."Trouble?Me,get in trouble?God,Evy,who do you think you're talking to?I give meself a maximum of twenty minutes b'fore someone tries t' arrest me,or recognizes me from me old days back 'ere,or says somethin' stupid in a bar..."She flicked the knife out of her right sleeve,playing with it idly."What about you,Ev?Any plans?Or can I count on y't'be in the thick of it all with me?"
Rick yawned,stretching out.His eyes opened to slits,and he scanned the cabin.Emma's cot was abandoned-through they shared a room,Emma had,in her usual stubborn way,insisted on having what she called "room to breathe."He ran a hand through long,messy black hair,then sat up,tying it back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck to avoid having to deal with it.
Emma had snuck out early fairly often in the past few weeks.She hadn't been sleeping well.He wondered vaguely if something was bothering her,but figured she would tell him if she was so inclined.If she wasn't,there would be no getting anything out of her.Time,the tides,and Emma,were utterly uncontrollable by man,and he could just hope they had mercy on him...
Once he'd pulled his boots on,Rick emerged on the deck.The salty air woke him up fully,teasing the strands of hair that forever eluded his attempts to straighten them.He wrapped his arms around Emma,kissing her swiftly on the cheek.
"Morning,Rick..."A slight blush appeared on the sun-darkened surface of her face.She looked at him,saying quite clearly without any words at all,that he was NOT supposed to do that in front of the crew...If a pirate didn't have her reputation,what did she have?It wasn't like they didn't know or anything...but she liked to refrain from excessive cuddling in the prescence of those she respected.
He took the hint and backed off,not taking offence.To be seen as weak could mean death;Emma had learned this long ago.Still,most of the time she was open to some teasing flirting.She was probably just in a mood,and it would pass.He looked out over the shining waves,at the island drawing nearer."So...we're back 'ere again,are we?"He took a place on the opposite side of Emma from Evelyn,gazing out absently.Seemed like so much longer...had he only left this place a year ago?
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