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Post by Evelyn on Oct 4, 2004 19:52:33 GMT -5
((WOOT! Nice post Tobbsy! Ye gave me some good stuff to work with...*cackles*)) Evelyn looked to Eric with a smile, but couldn't help but frown a bit as he looked away. Of course now he could say he still would, and although it wasn't a serious question, really...still...she had to consider the possiblities. Just then, her attention was stolen away as her Captain approached them. He spoke quickly and Evelyn gave a soft chuckle at his words. "Gods? Where in the bloody 'ell would they 'ave gotten that idea?" She asked as she lifted a curved brow at him. As he spoke of Barbossa, Evelyn's heart jumped into her throat momentarily as she remembered the danger that was so close. "Bossa...yeah...last time I saw 'im, he was in that house somewhere..." Evelyn said as she furrowed her brows and pondered this for a moment. When Jack asked her about her ankle Evelyn looked to it again and closed her eyes. " I'll be alrigh'...'s long as the bloody thing doesn' have ta come off." Evelyn said sternly with a nod of her head. "Listen Jack...I think we should try an' get back to the Pearl soonly mate...that or..." but just then, Evelyn turned her eyes to a native who had begun to approach her and Eric. "What the 'ell is 'e on about?" Evelyn asked Jack, as if he would have some sort of detailed explanation for all this. The man neared them and Evelyn found herself clinging tightly to Eric, her arms about his neck tightening and she leaned into him. "GAH! Who the bloody 'ell are you?" She barked and then turned to Eric and whispered. "I don' like the looks o' them, Eric. Should things go bad...run." She told him with a soft smirk and a wink, but with some sort of worry in her eyes. "Bozino? D'ye know what he's talkin' about Eric?" Evelyn asked looking to Eric and then turning back to the natives that were encroaching upon them slowly. Before she knew it, three of them were buzzing about her ankle, and she blinked at them with worry. "Oh no ye bloody don'...ye leave that thin' there, I'm warnin' ye, if you make that ankle ANY worse..." Eve said with a soft growl, eyeing them all suspiciously. Then, she was reached at, and Evelyn clung to Eric tighter than before, refusing to be carried away with them, but it seemed as if they knew what they were doing, and Eric took her over to where they directed. A large, soft, sofa like object where she sat up, and stared around. Everything was moving rather quickly and Evelyn took in shallow, rapid breaths. She grew a bit nervous at the sight of the wild looking doctor, and even worse at the sight of the tools that were spilled upon a table. Most were made of raw wood and tipped with some sort of rock or metal and Evelyn's eyes went wide. "GAH! Christ! They're not goin' ta stick me with THAT are they?" she asked as she sat up straight and began biting her nails a bit. Her hand reached out to Eric and she tugged at his shirt, attempting to recall his attention from the man that spoke with him. "Eric...Eric mate...is this supposed ta be happenin'...?" Evelyn asked as she bit her nails but kept her eyes firmly upon the doctor and the tools. Then her eyes looked up at Eric and the man who spoke with him as he mentioned her being his follower. "FOLLOWER!? I am NO ONE'S bloody follow...ARGH!" Evelyn cried out in pain as a powder was sprinkled upon her wound and the wound seemed to singe. It stung horribly and she bit her lip, her hand gripping Eric's shirt unbearably tight as she tried to exude the pain she felt through something else. "JESUS! Would ye bloody TELL me before you do tha'?!" Evelyn cried at the doctor who seemed a bit startled. The doctor only turned to the man who had spoken to Eric and muttered a few words in his native tongue and the man then turned to Evelyn. "Ah...he says, the worst is yet to come so brace yourself." The man smiled at her, with glowing, immaculate white teeth. "The wors'? How could anythin' be worse than tha'?" she asked him angrily, as she prepared to brace herself. "He says...he will have to re-set the bone." He stated plainly. Evelyn blinked and cringed. "ERIC! Ye BLOODY get down here!" Evelyn growled, giving him a strong yank, to have him by her side. If anything, maybe he could give her SOME sort of comfort...or she could exude some of her pain onto him, either way, it would help her cope...and that was enough for her at this point...
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 4, 2004 21:51:59 GMT -5
::Jack watched the current going ons with Evely and smirked at Eric:: "I pity ye mate...." He grinned, amused to think that blonde hair was considered godly here:::
"Ye know if ye struggle ye just make it worse, Evelyn." Jack amonished with a broad grin. He was looking around the area. So much gold....gold everywhere.....gold everything....::
::Jack walked a few paces then looked at Eric and Mark: "Why don't you two stay with Evelyn here....and me an' the golden goddess here will go lookin about for this dagger here....savvy?"
::In saying this he took Tobbs's hand and walked quickly out of the room wanting to avoid Evelyn's shouting and cursing which he was sure would be coming soon enough::
::He looked down the hall up and down, looking for any god worshipping natives that might be following and headed down a orante hallway:: "Wonder where the rest o' the crew is...I'd rather have them all here...together...in case Barbossa tries anything....."
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 4, 2004 22:22:09 GMT -5
*Eric glanced over in Jacks direction as the Captains uniquely strange voice broke through the air. He grunted and grin, shaking his head as the man explained that he and Tobbs were thought of as Gods. He turned his lips towards Evelyns ear, still grinning.* No wonder these civilizations dont last that long. They have people like those two as their Gods! *He chuckled.
When he brought up Barbossa, Eric simply shrugged. He hadn't thought about the man since he ran off, most of his attention had been put on Evelyn once he found her again. But he nodded, not feeling comfortable with the fact that the deranged captain was still out there, not to mention Selina and Michael.
Suddenly more natives came into the room and one spotted Eric, his eyes went wide and Eric simply blinked at him, then blinked again. A moment later people were whispering and cheering again and Eric raised a brow and rubbed the back of his neck, not sure what was going on....he was pretty sure they weren't going to eat him...but that was about all he knew.* Uh...hello? *He said in more of a question like tone. He looked at Evelyn and shrugged as he waited for more of the crew to arrive. It seemed they were all liked by these people. Suddenly her grip about his neck was tightening and he thought his head might pop off soon. He shook his head as she asked him if he knew what was going on.* No but I do no if you dont loosen your grip I might die. *He said in a choked kind of voice, though he was grinning.
When he was ushered to lay Evy down he paused for a moment, not really wanting to let her go but she needed to be helped and so he placed her on the chaise. He watched curiously as they worked on her, hoping they could help her and save her foot. As sh tugged at his shirt he grinned and wound his fingers through her hair.* They know what they're doing, Evy. *He stated and cringed as the doctor said the bone would have to be re-set. He felt bad for her, he knew that would hurt like hell.
She tugged him down and he plopped beside her, cringing again knowing he wouldn't get out of this little scene pain free. None the less he grabbed her hand and smiled at her, rubbing her arm with his other hand.* Just don't focus on your ankle, Evelyn. Focus on something else to take your mind of it as best you can. *He stated with a nod, looking at her intently.*
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Mark Andrews
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Forgiveness is between you and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 4, 2004 22:29:29 GMT -5
Mark smiled at Tobbs. He put his hand on her shoulder.
"Well my lady...you know me...can't do anythin' the easy way. So they think you and the Captain are Gods eh? That is funny...I mean no disresptect...but the thought of the two of ya having all these people depending on you...well...pardon me...I'll shut up now."
Mark said with a laugh. He looked over to Jack. They thought he was God did they? Well he smirked a bit at the Captain.
"Yes captain...I'll stay and help look after Evy."
He turned to the woman and smiled. He winced when he spotted the ankle. He knew how she felt. On one of his trips he managed to fall off a cliff...alcohol was probably involved...and he had popped several ribs from the sternum and broke an ankle...the ankle bone pierced through the skin and was all messed up. He looked down at his ankle and smirked at it. He sat down beside Evy and looked at the large...well GIGANTIC group of people. How could they have made it look like no one was there? It was amazing to say the least.
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Post by Will Turner on Oct 4, 2004 22:41:30 GMT -5
*Will watched as the crew split up as soon as they hit the city, going on there seperate ways in search of gold, Barbossas crew, or Evelyn, who Eric had seemingly found. He was just about to run off as well, wrapping his hand tightly about the black leather hilt of his sword when he felt Elizabeth grab him and pull him back. He paused and turned back to her, his brown eyes looking her over.
He listened to her words and then embraced her kiss, moving his hand from his hilt as she grabbed his hands in hers and then released them. He smiled softly at her, as if telling her without words she shouldn't worry, that he would be fine.* I'll be careful, you have my word. *He said and started to leave again when suddenly he turned back around, kissing her again and placing a hand upon her stomach.* You be careful too alright, I don't want to loose my entire family, especailly you. *He whispered, brushing his lips against hers and then hugging her tightly.
He wished she'd go back to the Pearl where he knew she would be safe, and he feared if he left her and something did happen to her that he would never forgive himself. He paused for a moment and then sighed, deciding not to join in on the fighting just yet. He grew up without his father, he didn't want his child to only know him through stories from Elizabeth, or even Jack.* I dont think I'll go just yet, I want to make sure you're safe first. Barbossas crew is still out here somewhere. *He stated, drawing his sword as he stood close to her, watching everything about them.
After a while a group of nativies going into a temple and cheering loudly after carting off Tobbs and Jack caught his attention. They didn't seem to be war cries at all, but celebratory cries and this greatly confused him. He looked at Elizabeth curiously.* I think we should go take a look at that. *He stated, grabbing her hand and trotting off towards it. He mounted the stairs with her cautiously and walked in, seeing Evelyn being helped by the doctors while Eric supported her, and he saw Jack and Tobbs being treated like bloody Gods.* Uh Jack, who are these people and why in the hell do they think you're a God? Are they nuts....I mean really are they? *He asked, going up to the Captain and nudging him in the ribs. These people were either seriously deprived of Gods and figured Jack was the best they could do, or there was something else going on since Tobbs was seemingly worshiped as well.*
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 4, 2004 22:45:25 GMT -5
::Jack looked at Will, grinned wildly and with a look of extreme mischief on his face then looked at the one native who seemed to understand English::
"This here is....well...the...urm eunuch god....lovely singing voice...brillant with swords...." He nodded seriously, as if stating an article of fact. "an''...the lady with him...is...goddess of......rum...erm..wine burning? something aganist the stuff...."
::He smiled at Will and whispered: "Ye'll have yer own bloody cult going here soon if we stick 'round long enough......" He grinned happily, observing that the locals were already looking at Will and Elizabeth with wonder.::
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 4, 2004 22:46:35 GMT -5
Evelyn stared forward with wide eyes. "What the 'ell is he goin' ta do with that?" Evelyn asked no one in particular really. Eric then took a seat next to her and grasped her hand. She bit her lip and stared at the foot, this was obviously going to be a very painful procedure. "Gah...I hate this...why do I always have ta be the one who gets 'er bloody foot injured?" Evelyn asked Eric angrily and smiled faintly. Her eyes shifted to Mark for a moment and she smiled at him. "Glad ta see yer alive mate. I knew ye would be." Evelyn told him with a small nod. "Besides, yer tough...unlike SOMEONE I know." Evelyn chuckled, nudging Eric with her elbow a bit.
Just then there was the feeling of warm hands on her ankle, she turned her face to bury it in Eric's shoulder, and she bit down on his shoulder. "ARGH..." Evelyn groaned as the ankle was forced in a straighter position, and Evelyn bit down. Tears of pain fell from the corners of her eyes and she breathed in sharply. "God..." she cried as she buried her face in the crook of Eric's neck. "Jesus..." she sobbed a bit. There was the sound of gentle humming words and then the feeling of cut skin.
Evelyn looked over her shoulder a bit, and noticed as the bits of green, rotting skin, was being sliced off. The sting was incredible and she curled her other ankle away from them in a protective way, as if her body was keeping the other from being examined this way. She returned to resting the side of her face against Eric's neck. "Would ye SAY somethin' Eric? Anythin'...tell me somethin'..." she asked with a bit of command in her tone. She needed something else to think about, because at the moment, the very thoughts of her ankle being doctored and examined, and the stinging pain that was now constant wasn't helpful...
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Rhys Tolen
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The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Oct 4, 2004 22:48:21 GMT -5
Rhys watched the tea diffused into the cool water. She was worried. He couldn't be part of Barbossa's crew, that would put him in danger and complicate things enormously. The water was a dark brown now and she held out a mug to her brother, "It's done."
His head snapped back to look at her and a small smile crossed his face. It may have been some time since she had last seen him, but she still knew him inside out and the small crinkle in her brow told her he was worried. Her gaze drifted to the woman he had been watching. She was pretty, but she was also part of Barbossa's crew, it only confirmed her worries.
Sighing, she was discovering that as much as reunion should have been joyful, it was not as it should have been. He should have stayed in Port Royale, he should not have joined Barbossa's crew, and they should not have been put in this position. He should not have been bringing up such painfull memories, but he was.
She opened her mouth to say something, when a man from 'Bossa's crew crashed into them knocking their drinks all over them. Rhys let out a yelp of fright, for a moment reliving terrible memories. Her brother heard her and reacted out of anger at his spilt tea and defense for his sister. He was up with his sword drawn and charging after the man. Soon, Rhys was after him, the knife in her hand ready to be used.
The two were alike in many ways; red-heads, blue eyes. But beyond that, they both angered at the same thing; concern for the other and spilt tea. They had not been part of the Infamous Tolen Siblings for no reason. The Tolen's were all alike, they excelled at the same thing and after living under the same conditions often found themselves acting in the same ways. Both had become pirates, yet neither had mentioned it once. They could have been twins if there had not been years seperating their births.
They had managed to corner the poor man against a tree, when they were forcibly taken away from the man and carried to toward a temple, by natives. The exchanged worried glances, but being dropped infront of Rhys's friends, she breathed a sigh of relief. A quick glance at Ry and she found him tensing as he watched the others. His hand clutched his sword and she began to wonder what had happened to cause this.
Shaking the thought from her mind, she asked, "Any one want to explain, why I just got carried here by natives? Because it certainly doesn't look like they're going to try and eat us again."
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 4, 2004 23:24:16 GMT -5
*Eric glanced over to his side as Mark came over to offer his help to calm down Evelyn. At this point it would probably take a whole fricken army to keep her calm and sane. She nudged him in the side and he simply rolled his eyes and snickered at her. Then suddenly he felt her bite into his shoulder and he cried out and looked down at her as if she were insane.* Bloody hell, bite hard enough did you? *He asked and then couldnt help but grin mischeviously at her.* You're supposed to be gentle with that kind of thing you know, its sexier that way. Of course I can't blame you for being eager and jumping the gun. *He winked and then she burried her face in his neck.
He wrapped his arms about her and kissed the top of her head, watching as they worked on her ankle. It wasn't the loveliest of operations he had seen. He was silent as he watched and then she asked him to say something. His eyes went back to her and he chewed on his lip for a moment, wondering what to say that would comfort her.* You're doing great, Evelyn. Not too much more and it'll all be over with and you'll be fine. And besides...you're strong. You'll get over this in no time. *He said smiling softly and then began stroking her hair as he sighed heavily.* Evelyn, tell me some more about your father. Some of the fond memories you have of him. *He said, hoping talk of her father would distract her from the pain.*
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Post by Will Turner on Oct 4, 2004 23:31:17 GMT -5
*Will raised a nervous brow at the all too familiar mischevious look in Jacks eyes and he fidgeted a bit in his spot. And suddenly the man proclaimed Will as the eunuch God. Will blinked a few times and his jaw dropped. He glanced around at the natives as they began to grow facinated with him and his wife.
He scooted closer to Elizabeth, glanced down at himself, to her stomach, and then back at Jack and he grinned deviously.* You're damn right I'm brillant with a sword. *He grinned. Elizabeth gasped and elbowed him a bit but he only laughed and glanced around again.
Well the important thing was that the natives had no desire to be eating him. He looked back at Jack again and grunted.* Their whole population will die out if I get a cult following. *He stated and rolled his eyes.*
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 4, 2004 23:38:10 GMT -5
::Jack smirked at Will and then looked at the natives:: "Ye know they might be confused how a eunuch god made a rum goddess pregnant.......yer poor child....." He smiled at Will and ruffled his hair::
"Well least they don't show any signs of wantin' to munch on our legs, eh?" He grinned and looked at Will:: "I could get used to this, couldn't you?" ::He lowered his voice carefully:: "They think I'm some sea god..and Tobbs is like...a sun god of some kind......":::Jack smiled wildly::
"Maybe we can just stay here....they love us..." He grinned again, clearly enjoying this::
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 4, 2004 23:46:02 GMT -5
Evelyn cringed, the work seemingly still going on and she bit down on her lip to help keep the pain down a bit, but simply having Eric's presence there calmed her down considerably. When he complained about her biting down on him, Evelyn looked up at him a bit. She smiled warmly a bit before going back to concentrating on not feeling the pain. Her hands wrapped around Eric tightly and her foot twitched a bit.
She felt his arms about her, but she remained tense nonetheless. The whole procedure was worse than she had expected it to be and she couldn't stop herself from forcing her head into Eric, as if she could sink into him and the rest of the world would fade away. He stroked her hair and she sighed heavily attempting to relax herself as much as she could. "M...my father?" Evelyn asked. "Well..." she took a deep breath and gulped. "I, I remember the stories he used ta tell me..." she began slowly, her body still tense, and it was if she were almost FORCING her words to escape her lips.
"He used ta tell me adventure stories mostly. Of explorers, an'...of treasure." Evelyn then smiled gently as she looked up at Eric. "Heh...I remember once, he, he tried ta tell me a tale of a Princess and how she had found her true love or somethin' daft like that..." Evelyn told him with a small laugh. "Bu'..." Evelyn cringed and buried her face in his shoulder again as something pierced her skin. She struggled with the pain, but managed to finish what she was saying. "Bu'...I remember...I actually sor' of liked it." She smiled gently. "I'll never really know why..." she shrugged slightly.
Suddenly her foot was being wrapped and Evelyn looked towards it. "Are they done?" Evelyn asked lifting a brow as they began to wrap her foot in a sort of cream colored linen. Soon enough. They seemed to be packing their things and smiled down at her, before leaving her side. She turned her eyes away from them and back at Eric, grinning at him warmly. "Well...tha' wasn' so hard." She chuckled and embraced him warmly. "Thanks mate..." she stated gently, "...it seems it looks like yer SOMEWHAT useful. Ye can keep my mind off pain...that's a good thing." She grinned up at him, kissing his cheek gently.
Then her eyes looked about, she wanted to get up and be useful, but looking down at her foot she cringed and simply sat up close to Eric. "GAh, bloody 'ell...remind me NEVER ta do anythin' stupid ta get myself THIS hurt, savvy?" she asked him, with a small smirk.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Oct 5, 2004 0:23:40 GMT -5
*Tobbs looked up and over to Mark, tapping ehr foot and standing as she walked over to him and paused, giving him a 'oh really?' look before laughing and patting his shulder.*
"Now I can see where you COULD be coming from...I mean, after all, leaders we could manage to squeeze into, but gods? Seems a bit...daft...but then we all are daft inside of us, aren't we? Best not get into that 'inner inside' filth right now though. Seems I'm about to be swept off my feet by my charming god."
*She mentioned the last bit as she saw Jack approaching, rather saying so with tease, but still a bit of honest pleasure in it all. Just the fact of mentioning Jack was close to her, and she was in return to him, made her beam.*
*And then she was being led away, her hand slipped in his. The corridors were a bit empty, but soon enough they wounded back into the larger chamber and found Will and Elizabeth there too. She laughed at all that was said, wodnering HOW these natives believed them. Though she could see a few critical eyes watching her, she returned their stares with a hard glance, which of course made them tremble and flee.*
*Realizing a few people could use a change of clothes to fit their new profile, she whispered something to Zimbabba as he approached, and off went a few maidens to fetch some things for the crew there and those to come.*
*Tobbs ehrself was dressed fine enough in her set of clothes she had recently dressed in, as she hadn't really fought at those houses. But she'd find some elegant something later just to please all those natives. Had to please someone most of the time anyway, right?*
*Anyways, so now, as Jack spoke with Will, she smiled over at Elizabeth, but was contemplating. She needed to find that dagger. It meant something. Something specific. She couldn't let it go unchecked. So she smiled again, and began inching off, not really wishing to endanger the others with her search and expedition.*
When she had cleared the room, and was now swiftly making ehr way down the steps, she saw a few soldiers racing towards the house. They were probably fetching the other crew members now. *
*Straight away she amde her steps towards the temple Michael and Selina were at. She knew by the looks of the temple, and that book she ahd been reading as she sat down in that chamber, that this was the temple of Curinin. She had done as much research as she could. Now, she needed to find that weapon. Wherever it was.*
*Blinking when she entered through another door, just in case there were those preparing some kind of trap at the front, she edged in silently, glancing around a few times. Then, as she neared the entrance, and saw the empty altar, she furrowed ehr brows. Where was the weapon? Had it been found?*
*Breathing could be sensed. She saw Selina's outline near another's. Michael's no doubtedly. Smiling and raising a brow when she realized they were injured, she 'ahemmed' a few times to catch their attention.*
"I 'ate to be disturbin...wait, scratch that, I love it. But no matter; it seems you two are in quite the fix; let's say we see that pretty weapon of Curinin chap's, and you can go skip along and 'eal so I can best you when you both are in as equal shape as I? After all, I'm not a cheat, and I fight fairly. So you best not try and do anythin....ill thought over, so to speak."
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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 Oct 5, 2004 21:45:24 GMT -5
Mark helped hold Evy in place while the ankle was being straightened out. He could hear grinding bone, but he was unfazed by it. He pushed with all his might but the woman was still squirming.
"Stop squirming Evy you're gonna make it hurt worse. Don't make me knock you out."
Mark said playfully. In time the leg was set and he went off to fetch some wine...or something alcoholic. He returned with a type of beer...he wasn't honestly sure what it was. He handed it to Evy
"Here luv...this will help with the pain...grandpa's medicine... the stuff can heal anything."
Mark said with a grin. He sat down beside her again.
"What do you plan to do when you return home my dear Evy? When all this is over...it has to end sometime right? I plan on taking my portion of the gold and buying a new house for me mum and building a new shop in the downtown area where it is more likely to get business...after that I have no idea."
Mark said looking into her honey eyes.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Oct 5, 2004 23:36:22 GMT -5
Tobbsy quick insertation: This rpg will be ending in approx. 2 days max. Please make all arrangements come to closes, as we'll be heading back to the ship soon.>
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