Of Goldren dreams and Vengeful Deeds. Part Eleven

[Avery Tolen]

Avery's attention was jerked from his conversation with the blue-eyed girl suddenly at the sound of muffled sobbing. He turned around just in time to see the Captain shoot the man attempting to touch his captive. That was when he fell into his protective older brother part. He knew that the Captain wanted no harm to befall her and he took over.

Ry moved away from the blue-eyed soceress and stepped closer to the woman that seemed so much like his sister. He squatted down next to her and quietly began to whisper to her, "Don't wohhy, sweetie. It's gonna be al'ight. Nobody is going to touch you." He lowered his voice even more and leaned a bit closer, "Not even the Captain, if I have any say."

It probably wasn't the best thing to tell her. He knew she was hurting, he understood it all too well. She was too much like his sister had been. However, he knew that this would help her a little bit. It would let her feel safe, if even it was only a tiny bit. He had to resist the urge to hug her, knowing that it would probably get him shot, but he wanted to. She reminded him so much of his sister. "Just think of me as yah b'otheh now, deah," he told her trying to cheer the young woman up.

[Roux]

Roux had been cleaning up and packing when the twins arrived. He listened to them, heard the pistol shots and was instantly worried.

Knowing he was not the captain but figured someone had to get some order looked tot he rest of the crew. "Alright then. Let's get packed and move out!" and simple as that Roux took charge, helping everyone pack what they needed and got everyone on the move again trailing behind Jason and Kalin's footsteps.

[Rhys Tolen]

Rhys looked up as first Jason and then Kalin appeared as if out of nowhere. She sighed in relief before opening up and letting everything pour out. "Jack was here, but he just left! I think he knows what happened to Eric, but he didn't say. He just gave me his pistol and told me to shoot anyone who came by who wasn't of our crew. Then he walked off! The bloody maniac walked off!"

She was scared. Jack had scared the living daylights out of her. "If he gets himself killed I will personally bring him back to life and kill him myself!" She was beginning to cover up her fear with anger.

Sighing, extremely tired all of a sudden, she knelt next to Jason and watched as he quickly worked on Eric's wounds. "He'll be okay, right?" she couldn't keep the worry out of her voice. She had only been part of the crew for a short time, but she was beginning to think of them as family.

[Captain Morgan Barbossa]

::Barbossa waited for a moment, staring at Evelyn with nothing short of compassion and....love. Yet her hate-filled gaze as she glared up at him brought him back to his senses. He shook his head, staring at the dead body at his feet with disgust:: "Ye bloody wench...: ::he said, glaring at Evelyn:: "Ye just killed one o' me best sailors!"

::He kicked her ankle hard, grinning when he heard the bone crack. He didn't know how she had done it, but who else would have killed Borshank?:: "That'll teach ye ta keep yer hands ta yerself, lass..." ::He turned around, oblivious to the odd stares from the rest of his crew, and returned to his position at the head of the crowd::

"Luis, yer in charge o' Evelyn. Find out just 'ow much she knows abou' El Dorado... Oh, an' watch 'er ankle. Its a bit sore...." ::He grinned sadistically, then turned back to the crew::

"Onward, ladies!" ::He put his pistol back into his belt and started forwards into the woods, leaving the rest of his crew to wonder if their captain had finally gone mad....::

[Evelyn]

Evelyn sniffled and buried her face in her shirt when a voice came to her and she flinched slightly, half expecting a smack, or some violent sort of retaliation but she looked up and blinked. It was the one who had reminded her so much of another and she furrowed her brows a bit. She backed away defensively, not ready to trust ANYONE at all.

She took in his words and sighed heavily. She wasn't sure WHAT to make of this all. She was utterly confused and her eyes were still afraid, a deer in headlights indeed. The slight breeze that blew calmed her some, but Eric's face then appeared in her mind and she sobbed once more. He seemed like he was sincere but Evelyn was so confused at the moment she wasn't even sure if her mind was registering things correctly.

It was then Evelyn heard a dull crack and Evelyn cried out in pain. The cloth kept her scream down a bit, but even then her shout sent birds flying. She sniffled and looked up at Barbossa but could only whimper and attempt to tend to the ankle.

Her honeyed eyes scanned it, but her tears caused the world to look a bit blurred to her. She saw blood, torn skin, and bone. Evelyn cringed and leaned back onto the tree, looking up at the heavens. How could this night have gone so wrong? She closed her eyes going back to Eric...trying to find a BIT of comfort, attempting to scrounge for a slice of what now seemed like heaven. Eric was most likely dead and she would never see him again. She attempted to move her leg, but it was hopeless.

The ankle throbbed violently and it was too much for her to bear. She found herself slipping gently in and out of darkness, as if being dunked into tepid water, everything was being dulled and her breathing became shallow...Evelyn wanted to simply fade away...she wanted to see Eric again...

Her head drooped and soon nothing...only blackness took her over now...

[Carver Brothers]

*Michael watched Evelyn's tears roll down her face with pleasure. Triumphant feeling swept over him. He'd accomplished something else through her. Wrapping his hands around Selina as she walked up and caressing her cheek with his hand as she spoke, he gave a short and precise mocking laugh. He loved the way she spoke, loved her appreciation for what he did, the way she was smiling, the way she could be so cruel to Evy.*

"I'd presume a lover...and he was fun to finish off. Had some spirit."

*He smiled as she kissed his cheek and went along walking beside her, his hand around her back, following Barbossa and crew as they made their way forward a few steps. Then, double thinking things, he wondered if Jack and crew would think of some way to ambush his captain and crew. After all, what if they found Eric, or his body? Either one could bring trouble.*

*Stopping Selina to drop his lips onto hers an lock in a kiss, he pulled away and squeezed her hand in his, then departed from her, heading towards Avery.*

"I'll scout ahead for mischief. Be back soon, Selina!"

*Pulling Avery along by his arm, he headed into the jungle, picking up his pace and leading before Barbossa so he could call back to them if any suspicion drew him in. And he already felt something was coming...someone was coming...*

*Stopping and pausing, he glanced a bit to the left of him. Cruentus flew down in front of Michael and began flying in that direction, signaling someone was coming from there. Glancing at Avery quickly, he dodged into the mess of trees with the hawk flying just before him and his crew mate beside him.*

*Cruentus hurtled himself at someone, it seemed. Latching his claws into the arm of some human being, he startled him enough to make whomever it was pause. Michael stopped himself too, calling the bird off with a loud 'CEASE!' before eying at the individual before him.*

*His arms resumed their normal position, crossed around his chest. He smirked. He knew who it was. And the man seemed enraged really. Which made him assume Eric's body had been found. So now he had another to play games with.*

"Ahhhh....so this is the infamous Cpatain Jack Sparrow, is it Avery? Seems a bit angry...perhaps he found the little corpse I left behind?"

*Turning to address Sparrow now, he watched his every move. Calculated his nerves, his breathing, counted his weapons. Clenching his own fists in anticipation, he sent a mocking smirk the captain's way.*

"I'm sure it won't be so hard to accept a few dead crew memebrs by the end of this escapade, Sparrow. You'll get used to it."

*And just to add more...*

"We're working on another as we speak....Evelyn, was it? Pretty lass...pity to go to waste, you'd think."

[Victoria Brighton]

*Tobbs smiled at Mark again, sighing and wishing it wasn't due to any sort of anger he was keeping so distant from her. She wondered what he was thinking, when suddenly shots ran off.*

*Panic struck Tobbs like a tidal wave. She straightened up and blinked in much alarm, dropping the pack she was holding and placing her hand on one of her hilts. It was a signal for help...she knew it...*

*Rushing into the jungle with a few other crew mates, just beside Roux, she dodged branches and bushes and streams and about everything imaginable until she got to the spot the shots were fired.*

*Spotting Jason, Kalin, and Rhys there, with a beaten up Eric she furrowed her brows and immediately wondered where Evy was and if Eric was...well, alive....then her attention shot to the fact that Jack hadn't been there, when that no doubtedly was his pistol...she swiftly went up to the three of them, anxiously speaking.*

"Eric...is 'e...alive? And Evy, where's Evy? And don' tell me Jack just left...because 'oever made those gunshots musta stolen the captain's pistol...just 'ad the bloody thing ringing in my ears this morning so could tell..."

*She tried to deny it. She didn't want to believe it. Jack wouldnt do something rash...would he? She eyed the trees as if waiting for something, glancing over at Eric and trying to help them help him. And then Rhys admitted all that Jack had said, and done.*

*Her heart sunk. She eyed the branches of the trees and stood, gazing at them for the longest time, plotting. And then, just because she would NEVER be patient,she dodged into the trees and began heading in the direction she'd figure he'd gone, when really she was uncertain. She was chekcing for footprints left behind, broken branches, disturbed ground and plants, anything. She wouldn't give up now. She had to find Jack.*

[Jack Sparrow]

::Jack wasnt sure where the bird came from....nor did he care. Because the next second he was facing a man not from his crew. Thw words he said made Jack's blood boil::

"We're working on another as we speak....Evelyn, was it? Pretty lass...pity to go to waste, you'd think."

::Jack's eyes flared to life. If he hadn't been pissed before he was a mass of rage now. All pretense of his normal calm self was gone. In his place stood a man seething with fury::

"Ye hurt her and you'l have to deal with me. And on my word I will kill you if ye do her harm." Jack's sword was out, and his pointed it at Michael.:: "I don't forget a face lad......an' if you live....I will find you....."

::His voice was calculated and icy as he spoke he came forward a few paces, daring the other man to react. Jack had not become a legend for nothing. He knew how to fight and anger only made him stronger.::

::He waited.....carefully waiting...weighing things out....Then..he simply lunged with all the fury he could muster....::

::Jack came in swinging, throwing cuts and jabs, dodging blocking and diving. A graceful dance but deadly...so so deadly. Jack cursed himself silently, wishing he'd been carrying two blades instead of one. He'd have this man down in no time::

::But he had to be careful. If Evy was hurt....if she needed his help...he'd have to live. He'd have to find a way to locate her.....::

[Carver Brothers]

*Michael watched the fury grow in the man. He was steaming, very angry. And frankly, he'd always judged that as a good thing. people did stupid things when they were angry. Used the heat of the moment to mess up. That's what he thought Jack would do. But perhaps he was...wrong...*


*He had just enough time to laugh at Jack's remarks on finding him when he realized he was weighing things out...and in another instant, he was being lunged at.*

*He'd underestimated the enemy. Why? Because of his anger. He never had. Now he did. Blocking blow to blow and twisting out of a blade's reach, he was locked in the mooment of battle. He could sense Avery there, ready to help when needed, willing to join the fight.*

*Michael cursed when he was thrown back and almost lost balance, earning him a slenderly deep slice on the side. Dismissing any signs of pain, he recovered his sense of strength and power and balance and leaped back into the moment.*

"You might be the legendary Jack Sparrow,but death's far more known than you, and I've allied with it far more times than you have, captain."

*He jabbed his sword forward, only to lose it and watch it fly to the ground. Muttering, he circled slowly around Jack, at first solemnly, but then changing into a sly grin.*

"No matter. Weapon of choice is ALWAYS preferred."

*At that moment, he had his double knives in his hands and was twisting down upon Jack with them aimed right below his upper chest so quickly everyone he knew couldn't have expected it more. He was swift with his knives, really swift, too swift. Never was beaten with them. And now that he had them aimed right at Jack's stomach, he knew he wouldn't go wrong. One of them would land somewhere in Jack, if not both. It all depended on how quick Jack reacted...if he could react quick enough at all...*

[Eric Jackson]

*Eric hadn't noticed that Michael lingered for a moment, nor had he noticed the hawk and his torn shirt. All he knew now was blackness and a deep throbbing pain. He didn't know how long it was that he had laid there when Jack arrived. He felt the man turn him and force rum down his throat. Eric groaned a little and coughed, wanting to follow the Captains instructions but was having a hell of a time doing so.

Jack lifted him to his feet but Eric couldn't stand, he could only hang from the mans grasp until they stopped and two shots were fired. He opened his eyes a little and peered at Jack out of them, giving him a faint nod.* I'll live. *He whispered.* That or die trying! *He added, grinning as best he could. Then he inhaled sharply as a pain shot through his side.

He closed his eyes again but continued taking deep, steady breaths. He WOULD find who did this to him and in due time the man would get what he deserved. So would the others who took Evelyn. He heard more footsteps and turned his head in the direction of the noise, but his eyes remained shut as he felt his arm being slung around a pair of shoulders and then once again was put back on the ground. He winced as he was shifted. Of all the fights Eric had been in, in his life this had to be near the top of the list, if not the first.

He knew now that others were around him, helping him in anyway that they could. But he continued to slip in and out of conciousness thus didn't know exactly who they were. As they finished he was relieved to find that the pain had dulled some. It would at least be bareable now. His eyes blinked open and glanced at the faces about him. Rhys, Jason, and Kalin. He sat up slowly, propping his back up against a tree and he rubbed his neck where the evidence of Michaels strangulation was still present.* They took her, they took Evelyn. *He said sadly.* We need to find her. *He quickly added, struggling to his feet and grabbing the tree trunk for support.*

[Will Turner]

*Will smiled at Elizabeth as she rested her head upon him and he threw his arms about her, kissing the top of her head.* I slept as well as you can in a jungle I suppose. How about you? *He asked, furrowing his brow a bit as he noticed the queasy look upon her face. He wondered what was wrong with her, hoping she hadn't fallen ill or caught a jungle bug.

At her question he glanced around the camp and squeezed her tighter.* It seems we lost track of Fishy, some of the crew went after him. Evelyn and Eric are gone too. *He said. It seemed a lot of the crew were continually dissapearing in the jungles. Evidently the pirates were better on the high seas then on land! As his eyes landed on Mark he raised a brow and grinned a little. The man was eating a snake. An interesting meal, and with the size of the snake seemingly filling. But Will doubted he could down it himself.

After a while he heard two shots go off and in an instant he was on his feet, as was Elizabeth. He grabbed her hand and looked her over.* Something's not right. *He said nervously and the two of them followed Rouxs orders. Once he was packed himself, he and Elizabeth helped those near him. He trotted over to Mark and slapped the man on the shoulder.* Come on, Mark. We have to go, the crew is in trouble. *He said, hoping the man wouldn't use this time of need as a way of getting back at the crew for leaving him behind the other night. As Roux took off in the direction the twins had went Will followed, making sure Elizabeths hand never left his own. Something was telling him that Barbossa was on this island.*

[Rhys Tolen]

Rhys looked up as Tobbs ran into the clearing only to run out again moments later. Really those two made the perfect pair, so alike in far too many ways. The moment the chance presented its self they were off trying to do everything on their own. Perhaps if they ever stopped to ask for some help...

Her train of thought was cut off when Eric woke and started talking. As he struggled to rise, she shook her head, "Calm down, Eric. The Captain and Tobbs have gone on a rescue mission and as soon as some more of the crew arrive, we'll send more people after her." She paused before adding in a commanding voice, "You are in no way cabable of going after her, so sit down. I do not want you moving until I say you can." She was usually only this commanding when she felt she needed to, and this was one of those times. If Eric stood up he could injure himself more, and then where would they be?

[Jack Sparrow]

::Jack did no more then widened his eyes a fraction when Micheal brought out twin knives. Wonderful. Just what he'd been wanting himself.::

::and Micheal was good. Very good with them. Jack's face grew to one of shock. He'd not met a man so skilled with small blades before. Maybe Will would be if given the chance. Will would practices three hours a day...Jack smirked to himself.... But Will wasn't here right now. It was just Jack. and he'd do his best on his own::

::Do his best. Silently, unwillingly Jack had admitted to himself that Micheal may very well beat him. Jack spun around, dodging a blade, hissing with how close it had been to his body.::

"you know what yer doing I'll give you that...excellent form.." Jack fell back into familiarity, trying to either piss the man off or throw him off. Micheal was aiming for his stomach, his chest. A fact that worried Jack.::

::He could fight, and damn good too, but if Micheal got in one good shot. If he hit true....Jack might be in serious trouble.....::

::A blade struck home. Jack winced and pulled back. Pain zipped over his chest. Paniced for a split second Jack looked down. Thank God it wasn't his heart. No Michael had hit the right side of his chest...and he wasn't spurting blood. It was seeping out slowly....But...but it was enough to slow him down::

::Jack frowned, and then glared at Micheal before leaping forward again. Oh yes...he was pissed. Angry he had been wounded. Fantastic. It'd only slow him down now. Jack's sword sang as it cut through the air and Micheal's arm. The man would only earn a deep cut nothing fatal. Jack growled. his aim was off.::

::He'd have to switch arms. He took up his sword in his left hand and balanced it out, adjusting. At least this arm would hurt less to use. Jack's eyes flew to Avery now, realizing he was out numbered. He silently wished Will was here. Together the pair of them could take on anyone.::

::He and Will had disposed of an entire garrison at his own botched hanging years ago. That had been using only a rope, swords and fists. They were a good team. Damnit where was Will when you needed him?::

::but nobody was here. and Jack was becoming tired from blood loss. But he'd fight still, damnit. He couldn't loose....someone would come...one of the crew...eventually they'd figure out something was wrong....they'd come..he just had to hold this man off....::

"Where's Barbossa?" He demanded. "and Evelyn. What have you done to her?"#nosmileys

[Roux]

Roux ushered the rest of the crew into the clearing where Rhys, Jason and Kalin were with Eric. Eric looked bad.

"Oy. What in blazes happened to you?" He said, bending down to help Jason clean him up. "damn, Eric what'd ye do?" He tried to place some humor into his voice to ease the tension a bit.

Looking over the wounds Roux figured Eric might live. but he'd be in bad shape for a while. Poor guy. He felt the wounds gently with his hands, not ready to risk healing with so many of the crew nearby.

Instead his whipped out a small bottle of salve. With this crew you never knew who would be wounded at any given moment. This would at the very least sooth the pain and keep infection away. He patted this onto the worst of the wounds.

"It'll make you feel better." Roux explained to Eric. "maybe ease some of that pain away." He worked deftly, helping Jason as best as he could. and he was still worried about Jack. Where was the Captain? Why wasn't he coming back?

[Jason]

"I don't know Rhys, he looks bad." Jason said softly as he examined the wounds on Eric. Then eric spoke nad Jason smirked just a little.

"You just rest a bit, mate." Jason insisted. "We'll get some help. And we'll find Evelyn." Then Roux showed up with the rest of the crew. Jason smiled gratefully as Roux bent down to help him.

"Looks bad." Jason commented lightly as Roux appiled some salve to Eric's wounds. Then he caught Roux staring off into the jungle.

"Tobbs went after him." He said. "Right now let's just help Eric then see what we can do. Jack couldn't have gotten far."