Kalin
New Citizen/New Sailor
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Post by Kalin on Aug 29, 2004 13:14:13 GMT -5
Kalin yawned and closed his eyes. He'd rest them for just a minute. Just a minute or two. Well Jason would tell him if something was wrong...........
Someone was kicking his leg. Jason was telling him something. Something was wrong. Where was Jack? Kalin reached for his sword, and stood quickly, and followed the sound of Jason's footsteps into the trees.
"OI! Wake up!" He shouted once and followed his brother.
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Aug 29, 2004 13:21:54 GMT -5
Jack heard a voice answer. And he tried to turn to guess just how far away the camp was. But a spear point was restingo n his throat. Jack gulped, and turned to his captor, a younger native with a hard look on his face.
"Ye know I can get you more pretty feathers." Jack said indicating the native's headdress. He only got a grunt as a answer. Jack muttrered again to himself. Well...what did he have to offer for his freedom?
A flask of rum? No, he'd need that himself. Rings? No....looked like these guys had enough decorations. His pistol....his pistol! YES! He had his pistol. With three shots in it. Granted his hands were tied behind his back, so that was no good...but he'd gotten out of worse scrapes then this. He'd get out of this....just needed a oppurtune moment::::
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Post by Fish-legs Bob on Aug 29, 2004 13:24:09 GMT -5
Fishy sprinted onward, drawing his sword and pistol in his hands, sparing a quick glance over his shoulder. At first he thought he was being chaced, then he recognized the twins.
"Come on!" he urged them, never relenting himself. "We've got t' find the Cap'n!" and in so saying he pointed his pistol high into the air and the mountians rang with the crack of his gun, for a brief instant lighting up the sky.
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Jason
New Citizen/New Sailor
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Post by Jason on Aug 29, 2004 13:36:52 GMT -5
Jason nodded at Fishy and then turned to look at his twin who was keeping up with them. "Maybe its best we're silent? We don't know what we're dealing with yet." Jason murmered softly. "Let's seew hat's going on first. But then again.." He looked ot where he last saw Jack. "I don't see any sign of him. Do you? anyone smell any rum?"
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Aug 29, 2004 13:49:51 GMT -5
::Jack heard the sound of a gun and smiled. Whoo hoo! The calvery was here. He hoped. The natives seemed a bit worried about said pistol shot and hurried along faster.::
::They were taking a lot of turns and ducking through trees, Jack was getting a bit disorented. He wasn't even sure how much longer they were going until suddenly they were there. A large village. A lot of huts and many many fires....poles set up outside of the village...with human skulls on the top of them. Jack winced...well..this sucked.....::
::He eyed the general area. Alright..he counted about a hundred mena looking warrior native guys...about half that amount in women and children....and where was the leader?::
::He found him quickly enough. A really big tall looking native wearing more feather and bone decorations then anyone else. Jack grinned, hoping to chamr his way out of this...convince the chief guy he was no real threat...and he'd be on his merry way...however....::
::The chief looked him over and dark smile spreading on his face. He grunted, and spoke quickly, loudly to the natives, who cheered. Jack took this as a bad sign.::
::It was around this time Jack noted a large skull shaped rock. In the skull's mouth was a really large stone slab. Large enough for a man to lie down in......and it looked stained....::
:;Jack blinked once, and realized something...oh...bloody....hell....::
::Soon a stream of curse words that'd make even the most seasoned sailor blush poured from Jack's mouth. The natives were cannibals.::
"Come on now...you don't want me....I'm not tasty mates...taste like rum...and not at all good....no....very bad....horrible really....do..why don't we go find something else that tastes better....like...well what do you have here? pigs? Pigs are good...yummy...." Jack's rambleing continued as they drug him to a hut::
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Aug 29, 2004 14:00:27 GMT -5
*Tobbs gave a confused, weary sigh as she returned the hug Jack gave her. She didn't notice he had sat up a bit until she opened ehr eyes and spoke. She couldn't believe it. She'd just frankly admitted to herself, AND Jack, that she could actually really care for someone....love someone...it was completely odd and almost overbearing to take in all at once. So she just nodded to his words.*
*She was almost fraid to look up at him, and see some sort of disappointment in his eyes. But when he touched her cheekm and then kissed it, she had to look up. And while she would normally tell herself to do what she wished and not sleep, since she thought she was far from tired, she didn't want to rebel this time arouhnd. She just curled up and lay her ehad back on his chest, trying to let all that had just happened, that had just been revealed, go away. And amazingly, to ehr suprise, she had been tired. Tired beyong ehr reckoning.*
"Jack..."
*She started out again in a sleepy and distant tone, wanting to say something to make things better, or something...but she was asleep just as she got his name out, a sleep which was less startled than it had been in awhile.*
*Flittering her eyes open, Tobbs glanced aroun in the darkness. The trees towered above her....but she sensed something else, or someone else, was around her. She blinked a few times and sat up. And just as she did, a face glared back at her. It suddenly hit her. Jack was gone! And then she heard her name being shouted. Twisting around, she tried calling back when she felt a hand clasp over her mouth.*
*Fighting the strong arms that wrapped about her own and trying to break free, she kicked ehr legs hard as she could. It was a definite struggle, but she had to shout out to Jack. The night she basically made it known that she cared for him, he was being stolen by crazy natives. This was NOT happening.*
*Thats when the bad side of Tobbs kciked in. She never really held her temper. This was no exception. Biting as hard as she could down on the hadn that covered her mouth, she tasted the salty blood of the injury she made before he moved it.*
"JACK!!! JACK WHERE ARE-"
*And then a blow went to her stomach. She shouted out to Jack in worry at first, then was brought to the ground by some oddball with feathers.*
"GET OFF 'O ME YA BLOODY BILGE RA-"
*Another blow to the stomach....hmm, not going well. They seemed to ahve taken her double thin blades, and she muttered as she slipped out a dagger, slamming it in a native's leg. Twisting aorund and tripping another, she made a dash through a few trees, frantically trying to find where she was. It was all trees and jungle, trees and jungle. She ran to the left, thinking thats where the camp might be, but was suddenly stopped. The natives cornered her. She glares and pulled out another dagger, trying to fend the ones that saw her off. There were only a few...they must have gone for Jack.*
*Making a jab at one and tackling another, she tried to stab the one she'd brought to the ground when she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. Looking up at it, she saw a spear end sticking just in it and she muttered. Throwing the one who ahd stabbed ehr off balance, which in turn ripped out most if not all of the spear. Seeing some kind of fires going near what looked like huts or whatnot, she tried running towards it to find Jack. She was almost a yard or two away from the natives following her, and she tripped over a root of a tree that stuck out in the ground. Rolling to hide in the underbrush, she shivered in pain and called out desperately once more, frustrated for not bewing able to save Jack when she should have, screaming in the night-*
"JACK!"
*And that was the only noise she uttered as the natives gave up and returned to the village for their little party...*
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Aug 29, 2004 14:20:39 GMT -5
::Jack heard Tobbs yell, and shouted as loud as he could:: "TOBBS!" Someone hit him over the head. He blinked seeing stars from the impact of it.
::He was all but thrown into a small hut. Jack shook his head and looked around. Oh this wasn't good......not good at all.....::
::some native that looked like a priest of sorts was muttering something.....Jack smiled: "Hey! If you're looking for some holy guy to sacrific I'm not it! I'm not holy at all...not one little bit...in fact...I'm bad luck...been cursed...not fun....so this is all one big misunderstanding right....?"
::The soft chanting continued....Jack looked around....looking for a way out. OK...so three guards on him..hands tied...not good.....where was Will to do something stupid when you needed him?:::
::He turned around just as he caught the smell of something spicy.....the priest was offering him some sort of drink. Jack grinned:
"Well...it's not rum...but alright...rightthen..drinks all around...." Jack drank a bit of it, and coughed. So spicy...much too spicy.....and almost a second later he was feeling sleepy.....very sleepy....::
::When he woke up he was pretty much wearing only his pants and boots...and jewerly...and Jack was trying to figure out what had happened. his head hurt.....Jack blinked. He was lying down. Where was he again? He tried to sit up...couldn't......and realized he was tied down. Bad....so bad.....:::
::He counted now...roughly two dozen natives around him....they looked hungry....so bad... SO BAD......The damn preist had a large knife.....a realy large knife. Jack stared at it:::
"Oh hell......."
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Post by Evelyn on Aug 29, 2004 14:22:10 GMT -5
Evelyn woke with a start. Her lids bursting open at the sound of a gunshot and she instantly made for her effects. Eve moved out of Eric's grasp, smoothed her hand over his face once and then scrambled to her things. Her honeyed eyes glanced around in the darkness and she blinked. The fire was compltely out now, but it was too quiet. Something wasn't right. It all looked rather peaceful but it looked a bit TOO peaceful and that's what worried her. "Eric! Eric mate! Wake up!" She called as she loaded her things up and crawled towards him, shaking him gently awake.
"We gotta go mate...I think..." Just then Eve looked away from Eric and glanced around. She heard a shout, scrambles, and then Tobbs' voice shout out Jack's name. "Gah! BLOODY 'ELL!" She called as Eve then stood and shot off into the dark, heading into the jungles. She sounded in trouble, it was her and Jack who had been up to keep watch, something had happened to them. Taking out her cutlass Evelyn raced through the jungles, breathing heavily and maneuvering past the tress, leaves, and roots that came up from the jungles floor.
In the near distance she saw a soft glow and a bit of cheering was going on. The voices weren't understandable however, they were speaking a different tongue and Eve furrowed her brows as she slowed her pace and walked towards what looked like a village. Just then, from behind, Eve felt an arm grasp her wrist and in a flash Eve turned, punching the man across the face. It was one of the natives and he stumbled back a bit. His face was painted and an evil sort of smirk came across his face. Taking out his spear Evelyn then blinked. "Erm...right...let's settle this now then." She said with a deep sigh, rolling her eyes, and quickly taking out her pistol. Pulling back the hammer she shot and the man fell down dead.
She heard a bit of a gasp in pain and Eve looked about the dark jungles meticulously. "Tobbs?" Evelyn asked as she saw the small glint of golden hair. She hurried down towards her and breathed heavily. "Tobbs mate, are ye alright?" she asked concerned. She placed a hand upon her shoulder and then spotted the wound. "Bloody 'ell Tobbs..." Eve tore a piece from her sash and wrapped it under arm and around her shoulder to keep the wound from bleeding. "I leave ye fer TWO bloody seconds an' THIS happens..." Eve said with a small smirk, giving her a small wink in the dark of night.
"Where's Jack?" Evelyn asked, almost able to GUESS what might have happened.
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Rhys Tolen
Councellor/First Mate
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Aug 29, 2004 14:39:12 GMT -5
Rhys was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of a gun going off. So many years of fearing for her life had her freeze where she was. She was even holding her breath. It was a reaction that would make people forget you were there. It was something that had saved her life far too many times. As the sound of shouting drifted back to her, Rhys fought against her instinct and ran towards the camp, towards the gun shot.
Bursting into camp, she found that most of the crew had run off. Only a few people where still sleeping soundly. Reaching for a dagger in her boot, she realized it was there. All of her weapons had been taken off of her before she was left to die. Cursing she looked around the camp. There by a dying fire. A pistol lay gleaming as fire light danced along it's side. Grabbing the weapon she bolted to where she heard the shot fired.
She followed the noise of people and soon found herself sitting outside of a village. Skidding to a halt, the theif dropped to the ground. She didn't see any of of the crew around so she moved forward to investigate. Stiffling a gasp, she realized that it was Jack surrounded by villagers. The man had saved her life and she wasn't about to let him die. However, she had patience and decided to wait until necessary. She did not know what these people wanted with him, but she knew it could not be good.
She slowly crawled closer to the village, the closer she was the harder it would be to miss her target. Stopping in the shadows of a hut, she stood and watched as the Captain was drugged and decorated for what looked to be a ceremony. Her eyes were rivitted to the Priest as he drew a knife and held it above her Captain preparing to cut flesh.
With shaking hands, she lifted the pistol and took careful aim. Pulling the trigger she shot. The gun recoiled in her hand, just as the Priest fell to the ground blood gushing from his chest.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Aug 29, 2004 14:40:50 GMT -5
*Tobbs heard footsteps...crap....not good. Preparing to try and tackle whomever it was. And then she heard her name being called. She furrowed ehr brows and looked up.*
"Evy?"
*She sighed with relief and winced as her shoulder was wrapped up. She really wasn't feeling all that strong, and she blinked a few times until Evy was done. She smiled crookedly when the other spoke up and shrugged, trying to look innocent.*
"You'd be suprised what a manner of minutes can 'ave 'appen within them..."
*Muttering and snapping back to attention when Evy asked where Jack was, the pain left her face and was replaced with sheer anger and determination. She stood, slightly shakily but yet independently, looking towards the village she saw and ushering Evy on.*
"Natives....kidnapped Jack....we've gotta 'elp 'im.."
*Clenching her fists, she raced on towards the village as fast as she could with Evy by her side. She had two or three more daggers left over that she kept hidden, which she now produced. She needed her twin blades, but she'd get them in camp. Running on until they got into the clearing, the two dashed towards the area where it seemed some sort of gathering was going on. And then Tobbs saw Jack, and the priest with the big knife, and she couldn't breath. She was shocked, and she was about to charge ahead in hopes to do soemthing when she heard a gunshot.*
*Looking over, she sw Rhys with a gun, and the priest tumbled down dead. That was their cue....she hoped. Racing over, she threw a spear that was by a hut into a native and twisted passed a pair of women, trying desperately to get to Jack. The cannibals were like sharks...one sign of blood and they went all crazy. Looking towards Evy, she told her with ehr eyes to be careful, and then looked towards the place Jack lay on.*
"JACK! 'ANG ON! WE'RE COMIN'!"
*And though it was a wave of angry hungry natives, Tobbs felt nothing but determination and utter need to get to Jack, slashing ehr way through like she was stuck in long grass instead of the crowd of half naked people.*
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Post by Fish-legs Bob on Aug 29, 2004 14:42:15 GMT -5
Fishy burst from the trees into the clearing as well, having just finished reloading his pistol as he sprited through the trees after his captive Captian. There was another flash and crack as one of the spear bearing warriors dropped to the ground clutching his chest. Fishy ran as hard as he could towards Jack, throwing himself onto three of the rather surprised looking natives, sword in hand, shouting for all he was worth.
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Post by Evelyn on Aug 29, 2004 14:56:51 GMT -5
Evelyn looked to Tobbs and shook her head. Tobbs was much like herself really, perhaps a bit better with a sword, but they were much the same. As Tobbs stood Eve made to assist her but held back, knowing Tobbs was a woman of pride and wouldn't like someone trying to help her SO much. Then as she took off towards the village Evelyn followed swiftly, taking a glance over her shoulder back towards their camp, wondering if Eric was on his way and hoping he'd not have to be in the middle of this.
As Tobbs said a few words Evelyn nodded, she had guessed right, wondering why they had captured him she blinked as she saw where he was. It almost look like he was to be sacrificed and the malicious, starved looks upon the faces of the Natives made Eve gasp. "Mother o' God...they're cannibals Tobbs!" Evelyn stated as she gripped her cutlass tightly, her various earrings, and bracelets jingling together. Then Tobbs burst into the scene. Eve followed, keeping her back to Tobbs. She looked up to see the one Native had been shot down and she looked to see Rhys.
Eve smirked and gave her a nod and then returned to the fight. There were TOO many of them and Evelyn feared they might have to simply snatch up Jack and make a run for it if more help didn't come their way. The stick end of a spear struck Eve in the back and she cringed. Turning on the ball of her foot she turned and stabbed the native. She parried as a spear came her way, and she hopped back a bit. "Tobbs mate! There's bloody too many!" she called out to her.
Her eyes were lit with a sort of furious fire, one seen most commonly in her really. The only times they were filled with a calm sort of presence were when she and Eric were alone and on good terms that is.
She fought expertly, blocking spears, but wasn't able to get too many dead. The length of the spears kept Evelyn at bay most of the time and she was barely able to reach them. Then as another spear came her way, Eve risked it. She stepped to the side, avoiding the jab, then grabbed hold of the stick, pulled it to her forcing the cannibal to get close and she stabbed him deeply. He fell with a cry and Evelyn turned the spear in her hand, now the odds were a bit more even. Keeping the spear out at the crowd they were kept at bay a bit, but they were soon being surrounded.
Evelyn muttered a few curses and shook her head. "If only Eric could see me now..." she said giving a snort of a laugh.
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Post by Carver Brothers on Aug 29, 2004 15:32:57 GMT -5
*Michael was lost in all the passion of the night. He couldn't take his eyesoff Selina. Every bit of her kept him captivated, and he could barely keep himself controlled. When she spoke up, he smiled and contained himself, giving her a mysterious, charming smile and slowing things down a bit...time wise that was....*
"Selina..." He began, wanting to reassure her that he wouldn't leave her, wouldn't hurt her or not protect her. "I'll not leave you....I'll be here for you...always'
*He let his breath fall against her ear as he whispered again, feeling her caressing his neck as slight chills ran up his won spine. The heat and lust in the situation made everything so emphasized...so precise...he ran his fingers about her waist and gazed in her eyes, letting desire take its course and passion lead it on....*
*He wondered what she was thinking....what she was focusing on, how she felt....She was a mystery, this one....which enchanted him even more. He didn't note the rock of the ship any more, just her and him, together finally, in a night full of passion and desire.*
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Rhys Tolen
Councellor/First Mate
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Aug 29, 2004 15:50:44 GMT -5
Rhys dropped the gun in surprise. She hadn't meant to kill the man. She had only wanted to make him drop the knife. Now she had blood on her hands, fresh blood. This was something she had promised herself never to do. Shaking in dimay and shock, the theif reached down and picked up the pistol.
Dead blue eyes stared at the gun craddled in her hands. She couldn't believe it, she had killed a man. She had killed someone. She watched the man fall over blood gushing in her mind over and over. She could not comprehend anything else. He had died because of her.
She was pulled out of her thoughts as she felt a burning pain in her arm. Blank blue eyes looked up from their gaze at the gun. They met the dark brown eyes of a village woman holding a bloody knife in her hands.
Rhys snapped. This was too much for her. Her eyes flared in anger as she felt the cool blood trickling down her arm. Raising the gun in steady hands, she fired. The woman fell backwards, she didn't even have time to blink before the blood started gushing out. Shoving the gun under her belt and grabbed the woman's knife.
There was still a man to save and people were standing in her way. Rushing into the crowd, she disposed of people with cold determination visible in her eyes.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Aug 29, 2004 17:44:31 GMT -5
* Maria nodded as Will and Elizabeth exited the room. She thought over the last words Will had said to her as she slumped back down into the matress. She couldn't sleep, her unconcious state had given her enough rest. She placed her hands on her chest and stared blankly at the ceiling. Would she speak of what she remembered? She didn't yet know..*
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