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Post by Sarah Fleming on Aug 21, 2004 12:53:46 GMT -5
Sarah turned to Roux and then to Will, and then back to Roux. Yes please, if you think you can help. Sarah led them to Maria's room. Maria love, Will and Roux think they can help. Sarah sat down next to Maria, there were now tears streaming down Sarah's face. She was scared, very scared.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Aug 21, 2004 15:37:30 GMT -5
* Maria was feeling feverish. She was literally drenching in sweat. She leaned back to her bed and placed her hand ins her forehead. ::Suddenly her mind flashed the smells and sounds aboard a ship, it was though her mind was taking her back. 'Amelia! Amelia!' she turned around. Her mind fast flashed again, she was in a room. The anxiety filled her body, she rushed into a room. Flash, a young boy came to her grabbed her hand and led her on deck. The smoke blurred her vision. She gripped the boys hand tight as he continued to lead. ' Will! Take yer sister downstairs! Ye can't be on deck!' The boy nodded and turned pulling her back down. They hid in a closet. She watched shadows pass. There was a loud explosion, everything went black.:: Maria opened her eyes and cleched her chest.* " Oh god, I remember... I remember everything.." * The door swung open it was Sarah and two other persons. She could register them in her mind. She was burning. The words were muffled and everything went black once more..*
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Post by Evelyn on Aug 21, 2004 15:41:18 GMT -5
Eve woke with a bit of a start and a yelp. She breathed in heavily and her mind passed over the images that had plagued her mind for the past month or so. Her eyes burst open suddenly and she glanced around while rubbing her eyes. She gave a small groan and looked up at Eric's face and smiled a bit, but then frowned. She slipped away from his side and went towards the port hole where she glanced out. The stormed seemed to have died down considerably. The darkened skies were still dark, but the dark clouds seemed to have moved on.
Her eyes seemed to suddenly go out of focus and she remembered the images seen in her nightmares. A dark cell, blood, rats, a looming figure in a doorway, and an evil cackle. Eve then shook her head at this, and took a glance at Eric. Were they doing the right thing? Now that she wasn't caught up in the moment so much, she was beginning to think logically, the way she normall thought when not intoxicated by Eric's charms.
What if he left again? What if he chose to remain faithful to Elinor later? Would he even LAST at a life like this? Or be happy with her in the end? And if he stayed...she'd HAVE to tell him eventually...everything that is...Eve gave a soft frustrated growl at all this and decided she couldn't linger here with thoughts plaguing her so much. She needed to find something to do...
Leaving Eric's cabin she looked up and down the empty corridor. She ended up finding her way back to her cabin and she glanced around as she entered. Something was wrong, she could feel it. Quickly, her honeyed eyes darted about the darkened room, looking over everything meticulously. Her fingers ran over a few things, her nightstand, her walls, then...her pillow...she just noticed...it was missing...
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Aug 21, 2004 16:03:20 GMT -5
Sarah heard Maria yell just before she Roux, and Will entered the room. Sarah rushed to her side. Maria? Maria's head flopped back down on the pillows. Hurry Will, Roux, she was just yelling something, but now she's fainted again. Please do something!
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Post by Eric Jackson on Aug 21, 2004 18:39:58 GMT -5
*Erics brown eyes blinked open and he rubbed the sleep from them. He glanced around the dim room for a moment, his eyes landing on the port hole. The storm had passed and things were calm again it seemed. Of course things never remained calm on the Pearl. As he took a heavy breath he suddenly realized he was alone in the room. He furrowed a brow and wondered where Evelyn had went. Maybe it had all just been a dream?
He slowly rose from the small bed and changed his clothes. Heading over to the washbasin he splashed some cool water on his face and neck and peered at himself in the old mirror on the wall. He worked his fingers through his tossled hair and blinked at himself a couple times. He knew last night wasn't a dream but he wondered if it would have been better if it had been. What if he couldn't stay like he wanted? He couldn't bare to hurt her again.
He shook his head a little and slipped a pistol through his belt, walking back out of the cabin. He glanced in the direction of Evelyns cabin and smiled a little. Then he frowned a bit. She had left before he awoke...maybe she had decided she wasn't comfortable with the situation after all. Eric walked up to her cabin, gave a knock on the door and opened it, peeking in.* Evelyn? *He asked, noticing she looked a little uneasy.* You okay? *He asked akwardly, hoping it wasn't because of him.*
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Post by Will Turner on Aug 21, 2004 19:04:03 GMT -5
*Will furrowed his brow as Sarah was seemingly trying to explain what was happening but it was difficult to gather exactly as she was mumbling. However he knew it had to do with Maria and that worried him. As she made her way back to the young girls cabin he nodded and followed her.* I'll do what I can. *He said, turning as he heard Rouxs voice.
He smiled and gave a nod with his head, glad to have the mans help as he probably knew more about what to do than Will did. As they entered the room he glanced at Sarah and noticed she was crying. He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled.* Don't cry Sarah. She'll be fine. *He assured her and turned to Maria. However he frowned as he saw her. She was obviously very sick and it wasn't because of the rum.
He had heard her yelling as well though he didn't know what she meant. He looked at Roux nervously and then grabbed a rag, dipping it in the cool waters in the washbasin and he placed it on her moist forehead.* Maria, its me...Will. Open your eyes mate. *He insisted.*
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Post by Evelyn on Aug 21, 2004 19:11:37 GMT -5
Evelyn walked towards her bed and looked it over curiously, raising a curve brown brow. She shook her head and wondered what could have happened. Then looking down at the ground she noticed a single feather upon the groudn and she blinked. Just as she was about to investigate this further she heard a calm, deep, smooth voice come from behind.
She turned abruptly. "Hm? Oh...er...'m fine Eric." She told him as sighed heavily and bit her lip. She turned away from him and ran a hand through her loose curls. They were a bit tossed from the bit of sleep she had gotten before. "Well...actually...no." She finally stated deciding she might as well tell him, rather that than have him believe that it might be his fault. "I's nothin' much really, just these bloody dreams. They won' let me sleep I guess, nothin' really." She stated a bit quickly, hoping his questions would cease at this point.
"W,what 'bout you? Ye alright? No second thoughts on yer part?" she asked him as she went to the wash basin her room and ran a bit of water through her hair. She turned to face him but headed to the door, seemingly, wanting to have a way out should the conversation not go as she planned.
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Post by Roux on Aug 21, 2004 19:35:36 GMT -5
/ the almighty herboligist Jack helped me on this post. thanks mate/
Roux peered at Maria closely, somewhat confused but he knelt down beside her and felt her head. Without so much as a word he turned and left andwas back in the space of five minutes.
When he came back he was carrying a number of small items. A bowl and a few other things. He wet a rag and placed it on Maria's head then lit a small candle and burned a wisp of plant over it. Soon a plesantly smoky aroma filled the room. The plant was a simple enough one. Lavender. But it calmed most people.
Then he dabbed a bit of a salve on her neck. lavender chaomile. He spoke softly to the others, explaining as he did. "Keep a cool rag on her head to make her more comfortable. While I can help heal the body, I can not heal her mind. She is visiting dark times. and we can not help her there. But the scent of lavender may ease her. and the salve will help cool her body."
He stood and looked at Sarah and Will. "Keep her company and when she comes to herself she'll be glad for the help and conversation."
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Post by Eric Jackson on Aug 21, 2004 19:53:51 GMT -5
*As she began to tell him the real reason she was upset he simply frowned a little and nodded. He was glad it wasn't because of him but he hated to see she was plagued with so many nightmares. He knew all to well what that was like. He wondered what kinds of things she did dream of but he didnt question her about it. She would tell him when she was comfortable with it.
When she asked if he had second thoughts he was wondering if she was having any. She had after all left the room early. However he grinned boyishly and shook his head.* I'm good. And no, I'm not having second thoughts. *He said, coming all the way into the room and leaning against the doorway.* Why...are you? *He asked, noticing her room was a bit out of place and he raised a brow, looking at her.* Looking for something? *He asked curiously, rather avoiding her answer to his first question.*
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Post by Carver Brothers on Aug 21, 2004 20:25:07 GMT -5
*Michael rubbed his neck with a smirk slowly forming again. He watched Selina walk out of the cabin, pondering whether or not he should follow. He noted her comfort in the cabin setting was not high at all, so pursuing her would bring along an impression he didn't want to be labeled with. So instead, he went to the door and called out after her in his charming yet cocky deep tone.*
"Another thought to leave me with, all in one day? Well then, Selina, my bidding on a good night. Best get ready to sail soon...see you when Barbossa's back."
*He let the hallway echo a bit with his words as he shut the door rather reluctantly. He stood by it for a few moments, keeping his hand on the handle, wondering whether or not to barge out towards her room and give her a piece of what was on his mind. But for some reason, he couldn't be cruel or rough with her, as he was with everything that wasn't his current captain or officer. He couldn't picture saying or being that way towards Selina. He shrugged it off, concluding it must be her beauty luring him....but the thought lingered in his heart as it being something deeper than that.*
*Taking off his boots and sliding his knives beneath his pillow, he hung his shirt over a chair and let himself sink onto the bed. He managed to rest a few moments, only what he needed, making sure to have the window open for Cruentus as he signaled the hawk where his location was before he lay down. After what was enough time, he woke with a short sigh and squinted into the shadowy darkness. The candles were barely flickering, and he judged it to be high time they should be moving along.*
*Getting redressed, he placed his knives back and looked to the back of another chair. The hawk kept watchful eyes there, and he smiled at his old friend, who seemed to have had a bit of fun in the night, judging by the crimson color on his beak. Patting Cruentus, he opened the door to his cabin and went on deck. The darkness and fog still present, he looked around for a sign of the captain...*
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Post by Elizabeth Swann/Turner on Aug 21, 2004 20:52:18 GMT -5
*Elizabeth murmered something silently in her sleep. She opened her eyes just enough and peered into the dimly lit cabin. Noting Will's absence, a worried feeling took ahold of her. She sat up quickly and looked around the cabin, half whispering and half calling his name.*
"...Will?"
*Brushing her hair back away from her face, she let her feet fall over the side of the bed and stood tiredly, making sure to balance herself out by holding onto a nearby chair. She judged by her husband not returning her summon that he wasn't in the room, so she plopped down upon the chair once more, wondering what time it was.*
*Another sudden feeling gripped her, although it wasn't worry this time 'round. She felt a wave of nausea, and curling herself in a ball as she wrapped herself in her robe, she closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. Then, as quick as she could, she went back to lay down and went beneath the covers, biting her lip and wishing she'd caught this sickness before Jack's arrival in Port Royale. She wondered what was keeping Will, and though she tried to fall asleep, Elizabeth couldn't help but keeping her eyes open, the nauseous feeling stirring inside her.*
*Not being able to sit around and do nothing, as she had been accustumed to put to do by others, she stood and tried her best to dismiss the illness she felt. Making sure she had her thicker robe to keep her warm, she exited the cabin and began looking for the others for a sign of what was going on. The storm seemed to be subsiding, and while people were soaked or helping those who were soaked, she was lost by all the confusion.*
*Grabbing one of the crew's sleeves to stop him as he walked by, she gave a quick and faint smile as she spoke up, a hint of worry and politeness in her voice.*
"Sorry to bother you, but do you mind telling me where Will has gone to? Or the others? What's going on, if you'd be so kind to tell me?"
*When the sea man had said Will as with Maria and Sarah and Roux, and the others were either on deck with Jack and these new stowaways, or sleeping below, she gave a thankful nod and swiftly went off towards the cabin he'd said Maria was in. As she entered silently, she peeked in and caught a glance at those in the room and the smell of herbs. Gazing at Maria, Elizabeth shifted in worry as she stepped inside, hearing Roux's last words to her husband and good friend.*
*Not wanting to disturb the silence, she walked up unnoticed at first to Will, taking ehr place beside him and sliding her arm through his. All the while she held ehr gaze at Maria, anxiety chiefly present in her eyes.*
"Maria," She said in a low whisper, "What's wrong with Maria?"
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Post by Evelyn on Aug 21, 2004 20:57:16 GMT -5
Evelyn walked to the door and stood close to Eric as he spoke and then surveyed the room. Her eyes still darted about the room uneasily but for the moment she didn't want to deal with that. What Eric had asked pulled her attention away. "No..." she said sincerely. "I meant everything I did and said with ye, Eric." She told him sternly and with a nod. She was beginning to know Eric's ways and his uneasiness when dealing with these sorts of questions, but she didn't want him to feel uneasy with her.
"I have ta admit mate, I HAVE my doubts, AN' I s'ppose I can' completely trust ye'll stay, AN' that this'll all really work, OR that 'm not hurtin' ye by simply doin' this to you, but I can' help it." She said casually and shrugging a bit as she looked around her room once more and then pushed past him going into the hallway. "All I know is I don' regret doin' ANY of this...I jus'...like I told ye before...I care for ye too bloody much. I can' stop myself, an' its a bit frightening really, but, I dunno...I s'ppose I'll get myself bloody killed soon, I might as well enjoy myself now." Eve told him with a laugh crossing her arms and giving him a wink.
She waited for him to follow and she pulled her door closed behind him, making her stand up right against him and she looked up at him. "I wish ONE of us could be the strong one 'ere...but...I s'ppose tha's what love does, wouldn' ye say? Makes ye weak AN' strong all that the same time, aye?" Eve asked him in a whisper as she then got onto her tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek before she headed away towards the decks of the Pearl.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Aug 21, 2004 21:25:58 GMT -5
*Eric noted she was avoiding his question about her looking for something but it didn't take him long to get over it, considering what she told him next. As he listened to her he nodded, folding his arms a bit as he furrowed his brow. He was at least glad to hear she wasn't regretting being with him, but it bothered him she couldn't trust where their relationship would go. He sighed, in all honesty he didnt know if he trusted it either.* I can understand that. I can't make any promises but I will try my best not to hurt you again. *He said, smiling a little at her.
He laughed a little as she winked at him and rolled his eyes, following her out the door.* You know what mate...I almost cant disagree with that. *He teased. She did have a knack for getting into trouble. It was like some sort of twisted gift. He laughed again, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging a little.* Yeah, love is one crazy emotion. A damn confusing one too. *He grunted, grinning as she had to get on her tip toes to reach his cheek.
He followed her out onto the deck, throwing his arm about her shoulders as he took a deep breath of the salty air. At first he had considered hiding his affections for her when they were on the decks incase Luis saw but now he didnt care.*
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Post by Mason Dupont on Aug 22, 2004 3:54:30 GMT -5
*With a small smile he nodded his agreement, before returning her kiss. It was amazing, no matter what Arayel could always make him feel better. Following suit he peeled his clothes off and laid them out to dry. Looking back at her he simply smiled once more as he took his seat in front of the chair once more.* Thank you, love, you always know how to make me feel better. *He let his eyes drift slowly around the room, taking in everything there was to see before turning his gaze back to her with a loving smile. HIs hand once more going to rest on her knee he sat there, perfectly content to just sit there and look at her, wondering what she was thinking. Finally, with a small chuckle, he spoke again.* I suppose there's really nothing much we can do now except sit and wait. Unless you have any ideas? *He asked questioningly, his voice sounding a bit softer than it usually did, as always happened when she was the only one around. He let his head tilt to one side and rest against the chair, once more totally content to jsut sit and look at her while she thought of an answer.*
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Aug 22, 2004 5:53:07 GMT -5
*The still blackness remained. Yet through the horibble emptiness she felt the somewhat soothing sensation of cool water on her and the wonderful calming scent of lavender. The black fog cleared giving way to long lost memories. It replayed constantly in her mind, becoming clearer everytime she revisited them. Her body twitched, haluscinations took her body making her reach for something that wasn't physically there. *
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