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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 5, 2004 23:41:00 GMT -5
*Everytime Evelyn would tense up or bury her face in him, Eric would hold her tighter or kiss the top of her head, anything that would help calm her even if only a little bit. As she began to speak of her father and smiled at him, Eric smiled fondly back at her, nodding his head now and then. Her father certainly seemed like a good man, he could see why she held him so dear to her heart.
His smile grew at her mention of the princess tale.* Well I might not ride up to your rescue on a white stallion but I do have a sword....and sometimes I help you out. *He grinned and winked at her. He still didn't get girls facination with those kind of stories, he supposed it was because females somehow wanted that tale reflected in their own life. He wondered if Evelyn did, wondered if she wanted that fairytale romance and ever after ending. The ending he knew he could give her, but the perfect romance he knew was impossible and frankly preferred it that way. Sometimes it was the dumb or odd things that she did that Eric found himself attracted to.
As the natives finished up with her ankle he laughed at her and rolled his eyes.* Yeah, you made it real easy. *He chuckled, holding her lovingly as she embraced him. He laughed again and shrugged a little, kissing her cheek as they parted.* I try, what can I say. *He winked, sitting back a little. He raised his brow at her next comment.* Evelyn, a whole damn army couldnt keep you from doing something you wanted to do...but I'll try. *He stated, his eyes sparkling with humor. He eyed the drink Mark brought her a moment.
He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his tossed blonde hair, his eyes going from one side of the room to the next, really noticing the gold for the first time.* That's a lot of gold. *He said in a casual tone. Looking back at Evy and Mark he smiled and grinned.* But frankly I can't wait to get back to the Pearl. I have some more...personal treasure I'd like to seek out. Thats what I plan on doing when we get back. *He winked then kissed her quickly as he rose and walked over to examine a very large, very gold statue.*
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 6, 2004 0:19:19 GMT -5
Evelyn looked to Eric with soft eyes as he responded to her gently. Looking to her ankle briefly, she cringed a bit as she pulled it in a bit, but only smiled at the doctors as they edged away. She turned back to Eric as he spoke of her and her Prince Charming. Evelyn smirked and gave a sorft laugh. "Sometimes? Even THA'S stretchin' the bloody truth..." She told him with a playful nudge. She looked him over briefly, not really able to picture him as the quintessential 'Prince'. He was much more clumsy than he was gracious, NEVER had he once pulled a chair out to seat her, and he had never written a poem to her...thank God.
As he mentioned a whole army not being able to stop her she smiled gently at him. "Yeah...well ye fergot one thin' mate..." Evelyn said as her voice fell to almost a whisper. She leaned into him closely and she pressed her lips gently to his ear. "None o' them 'ave my heart like ye do." Evelyn smiled and kissed his cheek gently. Before Evelyn was able to speak or take up the drink Eric spoke and gently kissed her. Evelyn's lips spread to a sly grin. "Do ye now...I wonder 'xactly what this personal treasure is..." Evelyn told him with a discreet wink and taking up the drink.
"Thank ye Mark." She smiled at him as she took up the drink and swallowed the strong drink quickly. It seemed to be perfect for what she would need and took another swig of it before looking back to Mark. "Well tha's nice Mark. Very noble o' ye." Evelyn told him, and nudging him slightly. " A bit TOO bloody noble if ye ask me." she chuckled. Evelyn sighed as she eyed the gold curiously, her honey colored eyes scanning it all carefully, as if thinking of EXACTLY what she would go ahead and take back to the ship with her, but in her state, she doubted she could take too much.
The Pearl...Evelyn closed her eyes slightly and leaned back, resting her head on the back of the sofa a bit. "I think I'll jus' save it fer a stormy day...ye never know when life'll turn on ye. 'Sides...I already 'ave all I wan'...really." She told him, opening an eye momentarily and then closing it again and taking a swig.
Going back...that was heaven. Finally she'd be able to rest, she'd be able to get some sort of peace...although she expected her nightmares would still plauge her. Yet, as she turned her head and looked Eric over she smiled gently. Although the nightmares still lingered, it seemed Eric was the only one who could quell their effect on her. Simply sleeping and knowing he was there, feeling his presence, was enough to keep her at some sort of relative peace. He may never know how much he meant to her truly, but she figured it didn't matter...as long as he was near...
She closed her eyes and looked away from him and acted as if attempting to sleep. "But ye know Eric..." Evelyn began teasingly, "It WOULD 'elp if ye wrote me a poem every now an' 'gain." Evelyn told him. "Ye know, I may never really have my Prince...but I suppose ye'll HAVE ta do." She laughed lightly and kept her eyes closed.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 6, 2004 0:34:11 GMT -5
*Eric continued looking over the golden statue when suddenly it wobbled and tipped over, falling to the ground with a loud clank that echoed through the temple chamber. He spun around quickly and shoved his hands in his pockets as he glanced around at anyone who might be looking at him.* Place must be haunted or something, isnt that interesting. *He coughed and messed with a few golden coins at his feet with the tip of his boot.
He stooped over and pocketed them. He heard Evelyns voice again and he went back over to her, plopping down at the end of the chaise lounge she was laying upon. He grinned and snickered as she gave him a suggestion.* You don't want to see my poetry, Evelyn. Trust me. *He grunted. He was a good artist, could do wonders with lead or coal, but he was as good with writing as he was with a sword.
He noticed Tobbs wonder off but decided to only go where Evelyn went for the remainder of the trip. Now that he had her he wasn't let her go, only death itself could rip her from him now. He pulled his knees up to his chest, laying his arms across them as he rested his back against the wall, his eyes dancing over Evelyns small, lovely figure and his smile grew.* It doesnt look like I'll get my princess either, though it seems I have achieved a damsel in distress. *He winked, reaching out and patting her good leg.*
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 6, 2004 0:47:25 GMT -5
Evelyn suddenly was brought out of her peaceful state when a loud clang rang out through the temple chamber and the natives all seemed to turn and eye him curiously. He made his way towards her and she shook her head while giving him a small smile. "Ye know, they CAN' bloody understan' ye. Ye don' really need ta explain yerself." She told him as she lifted a brow at him and smirked. "Sometimes I bloody WONDER how ye EVER made it ta yer age." She sighed and gave a small laugh.
Her eyes passed to Tobbs briefly as she left and Evelyn made to move, but she knew it was useless. She gave a grunt of anger but sighed nonetheless. "Argh...yer right mate. I probably don' EVER wanna see anythin' remotely needin' some sor' of intelligence from ye." She said with a soft laugh and nudging him slightly in the side with her toe.
"Princess?" Evelyn snorted a bit. Anytime Eric even mentioned another girl, real or otherwise, it caused a certain steam to rise in her. She was uncomfortable with him mentioning anyone really. She remembered briefly the time she had believed Sarah and he had some sort of relationship and even now, it turned Evelyn's stomach to think of it but she smiled faintly nonetheless. The warm sun beaming into the temple through the slanted doorway, and Eric's golden hair seeemd to literally glow.
"A damsel in distress ye say?" Evelyn laughed as she kicked him a bit with her good foot. "Eric...don' provoke me mate. Even if I AM a damsel in distress, ye STILL couldn' take me on." She told him playfully, nodding her head and crossing her arms. "Ye bloody softie..." she laughed and sat reay in case he planned on 'attacking her' at any moment. He seemed to do idiotic things in an attempt to seem loving a bit TOO often...and the feel of the piranha's nicking at her feet was a memory that was STILL all to close to put her at ease.......
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Avery Tolen
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Pillaging, drinking, flogging, wenching. Just another day in paradise.
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Post by Avery Tolen on Oct 6, 2004 21:32:01 GMT -5
Avery stood watching the scene around him, he did not like the idea that his sister was of Sparrow's crew. The crew wanted to kill him, the crew had almost killed him. What would they do to Rhys if they found out that she was his sister.
His normally cool and collected mind was dimmed by the blood loss and exhaustion. He couldn't see that Sparrow's crew took care of their own and that no harm would come to his sister. Instead all he could see was an image of his little sister being tortured for his own crimes. For that he turned to her and took her hands in his, "Ry, come back with me. Join Ba'bossa's c'ew." He pleaded trying to save her.
She looked at him bewildered before finally shaking her head, no. She wouldn't be coming. He gave one frantic look around him before kissing her forehead. "Take ca'e, then. I expect we'll be seeing each other quite often." He turned and left then, melting into the shadows.
He soon found himself standing in front of Tasha, his beautiful unnamed, blue-eyed sorceress. She was unconcious, some blood dripping down her forehead. His hands gently wiped it away and then slipped under her back and legs. He picked her up gently, craddling her agains himself. "Let's get you somewhe'e safe, my so'ce'ess." He slipped into the jungle, sure to keep their Captain within sight, incase he was needed.
Sitting against a tree, he settled the woman in his lap and quickly began to examin her head where she had been hit.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 6, 2004 22:33:16 GMT -5
Mark slipped away from Eric and Evy and the others and went to the outskirts of the city. He couldn't stand to be around Jack for to long. He was trying to put it behind him...he had for the others anyway. He came to a small stream that exited the city. He bent down and took a drink from the cool crisp water. He washed his face a bit and suddenly froze. In the water was the reflection of several men...Mark knew immediately who they were. The cannibals....the ones that had tried to eat the Captain, and the ones that almost killed him. He pretended not to notice them for a moment. He sprang up and had his gun cocked and pointed before they could react. He cocked the other pistol and pointed it at another figure in the trees.
"Come out slowly with yer bloody hands in the air!"
Mark commanded with a stern voice. A shadowy figure laughed at him.
"We have been tracking you all these days my friend...we don't like for our eneimies to get away. We've come to finish you off white devil."
There were only three of them...he could take them. He narrowed his eyes.
"I don't want to kill you...but you leave little choice. Turn and leave now and you won't have to suffer. I don't think you want to mess with me right now mates. It's been a long hard trip and I could loose it at any moment...just go off...insane like a rabid dog....Do you want to see that?! HUH!"
Mark said with a crazed look in his eye. He was trying to scare them of course. The lesser two cringed a bit and looked at their leader. He was unwavered.
Chek-Eklacah as he was called, looked at this white man with a pleased grin. He always liked it when the prey fought back...took the sport out of hunting humans if they crippled to their knees and begged for their lives. He raised his spear in the air and let out a cry.
"Leave you say?....No no my friend I cannot do that....I am a hunter by nature....does the panther just leave the water buffalo be? Does the bat avoid the moth? No...I am afraid we must fight."
With that he lunged at the white man with his spear. His weak companions quivered and ran away. He would deal with them later. The punishment for this weakness was death by hanging...then he would take their scalps and place them on his belt for warning of others who should show weakness in his tribe.
Mark let out a shallow laugh as the dark man spoke. Suddenly the shadow sprung forth and the fight was on. Mark let off a shot at one of the lesser shadows and hit him in the back...but he did not go down. Mark dropped the other gun and quickly drew his sword. He perried the spear away and charged the shadow with his shoulder. The two of them went down hard and they began to roll around on the ground taking turns hitting each other. Suddenly Mark felt a sharp pain run up his arm...the shadow had bit his hand and it was bleeding like a stream that bursts the dam. He grabbed his hand for a moment and the shadow began to chant loudly. He had gotten a taste of blood...his blood. The dark figure was throughn into a blood lust and quickly drew a sword like tool. The two fought back and forth for several minutes...each man trying to prove his supperiority with a blade. Finally Mark seperated the shadow from it's weapon. He had the tip of the sword at the man's throat.
"Do you give up? Or do I have to kill you and splatter your blood upon this earth?"
Mark asked. The figure let out a big grin and ran his throat right into the sword...he fell to the ground...his body shuddered and moved no more. Mark looked at the body with a rather strange look.
"What the hell did he do that for?"
He said to himself as he gathered his guns and cleaned himself and his sword in the stream. He walked in the direction of the Pearl...soon he would be home and this will have been but a bad dream. As he walked he came across the man he had shot. He asked him why thier leader had ran into the sword and killed himself. The reply was: "The bat is never killed by the moth...so he killed himself." He was puzzled by this and he bent down. Should he help this man? He decided to finish him off...yet another body to his talley...he was begginning to feel no more when he killed a man...he didn't like that. He decided he would not seak out the other....he didn't want to spill more blood upon this soil. After a time he made camp and made a small cooking fire and cooked up a large snake from the side of the trail. Snake made a fine meal...at least that evening it did.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 6, 2004 23:56:03 GMT -5
*Eric looked over at Evelyn and simply grinned, chuckling a little to himself. She was right, it did seem like a miracle he had last long considering he had such horrible instincts.* Of course if you really think about it, its a wonder that you're even still alive too. *He stated thoughtfully, finding this to be quite true.
Then his jaw dropped playfully and he gasped.* Hey now, someday I could really surprise you...doubtful but you never know. *He stated defensivly and grinned slightly. He grabbed the foot she poked him with and gave it a teasing squeeze. His eyes closed slowly and he tipped his head back, resting it against the wall as he allowed the sunlight to bathe his face in warmth.*
He opened an eye and glanced at her, grinning mischeviously and raising a brow as she said he still couldn't take her on. He looked her up and down once or twice and then closed his eye again.* Oh I think I could probably prove otherwise. I may be beat to hell but both my legs still function. *He said and paused for a moment.
Then randomly he got up, stradled her waist and put his hands upon her shoulders and brought his face close to hers. He gave her a deep kiss and then sat back up again, a rather large grin was on his face.* Don't provoke me either, Evelyn. You might just pay for it later. *He winked and got back up, stretching slowly but wincing as he did so. Then he let out a long, drawn out sigh.*
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 7, 2004 0:44:49 GMT -5
Evelyn looked Eric over suspiciously, bracing herself. She wasn't taking any chances around him. "I'm still alive? Hehe...well at least I 'ave a bloody REASON to be greatful I'm alive." Evelyn chuckled looking him over carefully. "YOU jus' sit 'round in that bloody Port Royale an' somehow ye manage ta put yer life in danger. That...is jus' bloody sad Eric." She said lifting a brow and laughing at him a bit. She looked out as Mark left them and she frowned a bit, suddenly realizing they were in the temple all alone and the natives still passed glances their way. Actually, it wasn't all that comforting being surrounded by them, but she figured, if Eric stayed close, she'd be fine...hopefully...
"Surpise me?" Evelyn asked lifting a curved brow and giving a laugh as he squeezed her foot. "Oh I bet anythin' ye do won' fail ta surprise me mate." She told him with a wink. When he mentioned both of his legs working Evelyn laughed. "Haha, ye mean...they're CURRENTLY still workin'..." Evelyn told him with a playful smirk on her face. She loved this playful banter they could have with one another. It was quite relaxing really, and he tended to make it possible for her to forget her troubles. She loved him for this...and so much more...
When he suddenly straddled her waist, Evelyn looked around quickly. "Bloody 'ell Eric...not now ye..." but before she could say anymore, Eric was kissing her passionately She barely had time to react before her parted with a grin on his lips and she dropped her jaw. "Provoke ye? Ye've already done yer fair share of provoking ME." She said with a mischivious glint sparkling in her honey eyes, and she took a handful of his shirt in her hand and planted another passionate, long kiss on him. Her hand slid up towards his neck and the kiss deepened, but just then, the sound of something dropping took her attention away and Evelyn was brought back to reality.
A few of the natives stood there staring at them ublinkingly and Evelyn forced herself to part from Eric and swallowed a bit. She lay down and looked up at Eric. "Gah...always in'erruptions...eh, Eric love?" she asked with a soft smile and bringing a hand up to caress his cheek gently.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 7, 2004 1:01:09 GMT -5
*Eric laughed and rolled his eyes again at her mention of Port Royal and his getting into trouble. He nudged her a bit and looked her over.* You know I actually don't get into much trouble in Port Royal...its only when you're around. *He grinned. He never minded that it seemed he could loose his life at any moment when he was with this woman. Made life rather interesting really, and as long as she was getting into trouble WITH him, he actually enjoyed it.
He glanced down at his legs, raised a brow, and looked back at her. He merely snickered at her comment about them. However as he found himself kissing her he smiled warmly as she said he had already provoked her.* Well good, that was the idea. *He winked. As he had sat up she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down again. She kissed him and he couldn't help but melt into her and the moment. His skin tingled as her hand slid up his neck and then suddenly someone dropped something.
As Evelyn looked away from him towards the sound he inwardly cursed whoever had done it but glanced over as well. He blinked at the natives and coughed a little, looking back at her. He grinned slightly and sat back up, adjusting his shirt and clearing his throat.* Im killing the next person who interupts us. *He laughed, grabbing her hand as he carefully looked her over. He found her beautiful beyond words, there was something about her that captivated him and would never let him go. It was driving him crazy, so many moments, all interupted. SOMEDAY he hoped they'd get ONE night without interuptions. He'd deffinantly make the best of it. This thought made him laugh a little and he took a deep breath, glancing around again.* This has been one hell of a trip. *He said, exhailing.*
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Post by Tasha Antipova on Oct 7, 2004 20:04:12 GMT -5
Tasha's eyes fluttered open. She could hear someone talking but couldn't make out what they were saying. Everything looked blurry and she felt sick. She groaned a bit and blinked, hoping to see straight again.
Her eye sight sharpened a bit and she could make out a red blob. She smiled knowing it was Avery, she decided to forget about the girl, knowing Avery would explain in due time. Did we win? I'd like some o' that gold, but I can't stand. Would ye git some for me?
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Oct 7, 2004 20:09:34 GMT -5
Sarah moved over to Rhys as Bossa's crew size began to decrease. She saw Rhys talking to a member of Bossa's crew and was curious as to why she didn't kill him.
Rhys...who was that? Do you know him? Or are you feeling extra merciful?
Sarah laughed as she picked up a golden bracelet and stuffed in her skirts.
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Post by Will Turner on Oct 7, 2004 23:16:49 GMT -5
*Will and Elizabeth both laughed at Jacks comment about how the natives would be captivated as to how exactly Will got Elizabeth pregant. The two exchanged mischevious glances and Elizabeth nudged Will in the side a little. Will just looked at the Captain and shook his head slowly.
At the mention of the natives not appearing to look hungry, at least for pirate, Will glanced around at them and shrugged a little.* Doesnt seem like it. *He stated, Elizabeth laughed and looped her arm through his.* Well thats good to know, I think Ive come across enough canibals on this trip to last me a lifetime.[/color] *She chuckled.
Will leaned in towards Jack as the man lowered his voice and spoke. He grinned sideways and gave a nod.* They do seem to love us. *He stated though he certainly prefered Port Royal, even if it wasnt made of gold. But that didn't mean he didnt enjoy being thought of as some kind of God, even if it wasnt exactly the greatest one for a man to be.
He reached out and slapped the man on the shoulder and he and Elizabeth slipped out of the little temple in search of any kind of gold or jewels that they could carry back to the ship.*
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 7, 2004 23:52:18 GMT -5
Mark awoke sometime later. He didn't know the time....didn't care he just wanted to get home....
"What a vacation this turned out to be...got attacked by a rabid monkey....attacked by cannibals...left for dead.....shot someone....killed Luis....fought the cannibals again....I'm gonna need a vacation from this vacation...and with my luck another from the one I take after this bloody one."
Mark said to himself as he walked along. He could hear the surf of the ocean now. He made excelent time indeed. He could see the Pearl through a set of trees. He didn't think he was gonna see that ship again....at least several times anyway..
"My ticket to home..."
Mark said as he climbed aboard. He found an empty cabin...he wasn't going to sleep outside this time. He climbed up into the crows nest to ovbserve the area. He fell asleep again and began to dream....he dreamt about being left to die....suddenly the dream turned dark. He was in a room....with someone.....they were fighting.....the two of them clanged swords back and forth. Suddenly he seperated the head fromt he body of his foe....it rolled into the light. He woke up suddenly and wasn't surprised to see who it was....Jack Sparrow. He still had to talk with him...trouble was whenever he did he hardly ever got an answer unless he was being ordered to do something. He would talk to Jack and make him listen to what he had to say. He'd wait until they returned to Port Royal...then the Captain wouldn't have anything keeping him from full attention.
"His time will come...."
Mark said as he looked out over the ocean.
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Post by Carver Brothers on Oct 8, 2004 0:34:29 GMT -5
"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."
*At the sound of her voice, Michael tensed. He knew who it was. He could sense her as she walked up towards them. He could tell from the way she spoke. She was his enemy. He knew every little quirk about her. And he HATED them all.*
*She was trying to show him mercy, was she? Fool. He'd never accept mercy. He'd never walk away. He was whom he was. And he was evl Which made matters entirely farther complex then what they were.*
*He couldn't risk Selina's health though. He was barely in a condition to fiht. She still had Curinin's blade in her shoulder. He sighed, and d gazed at her completely. Then, gently placing his hand on the hilt of the knife, he gave her a passionate, loving kiss and pulled it out just as it came to a close.*
"Sorry luv, it would've been worse if you were focusing."
*As he spoke, he had ehr cradled in his arms, and was standing now, walking voer and placing her down outside on a bench type of object.*
"You're in no position to fihgt. Here, wrap your shoulder up while I have a little dispute, alright? Be careful, and don't move around too much...I'm worried about you..."
*He smiled a bit at her, brushing his hand across her cheek, before backing away and turning towards Tobbs, who now leaned in the doorway. Letting his hands ball up into fists, he stalked towards her a few more steps, then stopped and challenged her with his expression, the knife of Curinin safely just a foot or two in his reach.*
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 8, 2004 0:37:05 GMT -5
Evelyn looked up at Eric and smiled at his hand which gently grasped hers. "YER killin' 'em? D'ye mean ta suggest ye wanted that small episode ta go on then?" Evelyn asked him playfully, as she lifted a brow and poked him in the side with her other hand. Laying there, with Eric looming over her, was the safest feeling ever. She could picture herself simply closing her eyes and even in this room of strangers, she would still feel safe. Eric's eyes were quite watchful of her, and even though he wasn't the best skilled in duels and the like, Eric loved her, and that was enough to drive him to protect her by any means necessary.
Looking around once again, it hit Evelyn just how lonely and alone they were now. "Erm, Eric mate, I think we should be heading down ta see the crew, er at least start ta head back. I mean, we got ta El Dorado, we can jus' take our bit an' go, right? An' I mean the crew can take care o' Bossa and his crew. Actually, he may 'ave jus' left anyway." Evelyn stated with a shrug as there hadn't been noise of too much of a scuffled outside the temple, and she knew she had left Selina with a few nicks. "Jus'...let's go, Eric." She sighed softly, plaing a strand of golden hair behind his ear and then, stubbornly, attempting to stand up.
She could hear a soft laugh from Eric and she looked back at him. "What? YOU try walkin' on one bloody broken ankle." She scolded, but a small smirk flickered back playfully on her face. Her honeyed eyes scanned the room and as she attempted to stand, she fell back again, with a small cry of a pain and a wince. Evelyn hated herself in this state, it was horrible, and the sooner she healed the better.
She attempted this again, but was soon stumbling and leaning against the walls of the temple for support. "ERic...would ye bloody get movin'?" She asked him a bit angrily, but smiling nonetheless and calling her over to the side. She didn' like asking anyone for help, so commanding someone to her was much easier. The sooner they were both safe back on the Pearl, the better.
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