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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 17, 2004 1:01:11 GMT -5
This'll take place....maybe about a year after El Dorado. And We'll be visiting Port Royale.
Jack Sparrow and Co have been "peacefully" sailing the Caribbean for nearly a year now. Carefully keeping an eye on Port Royale and waiting for word on Will and Elizabeth's child.
It's around this time when news reaches them about the Turner child they decide to visit the sleepy fort and enjoy themselves. And harass the stationed Navy and Norrington of course. (I mean honestly, it's fun)
However a traitor makes their way onto the Black Pearl there. When Jack and his crew get out of the harbor, the ship is set on fire and explodes. (Yes, I destroyed the BLACK PEARL! *plays dramatic music*)
Jack is furious, as is to be expected,and sinks into a depression of sorts. Finally while in Port Royale he and Will hear an old legend. A old medallion that can turn back time.
Of course this could very well be true, after all Jack and his crew have seen it wouldn't exactlly be a far stretch. But the problem is this. The Medallion was broken by it's makers. Three pieces spread across the Seas. The pieces have to be found and united before it can work, assuming of course it does.
Jack wants to use the medallion to reverse time and save his beloved ship. But the medallion was destroyed for a reason. The power to change time is not something to be taken lightly. And in the hands of a pirate, no matter how noble the cause, its a dangerous thing.
NOTE: It's worth saying and mentioning the origins of this plot. "All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you." It was a rather odd thing that I was listening to the POTC soundtrack while looking at A ROTK trailer. And that wonderful quote from Gandalf is what gave this rpg its heart.
Rules:
1. no spamming 2. ALWAYS STAY IN CHARACTER 3. NO cursing!!!! 4. Common curtesy is a must 5. NO GODMODING (unless otherwise stated) 6. have fun maties
Current Going Ons: A sleepy slow start. No rush maties. Everyone join as they see fit. #nosmileys
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 17, 2004 1:14:56 GMT -5
::Jack's dark eyes were focused on the island before him. In the distance he could see buildings and as the mist faded away from the morning to be replaced by the golden rays of sun he could see the fort as well::
::Port Royale. A place he had learned to call a "home" of sorts. Well a place he could visit without someone wanting to hang him. Well except Norrington. but of course he'd always have Will ready and wiating to be in his proper place.::
::He would never forget that Will had rescued him from being hanged. Declaring his place was "Right Here. Between you and Jack." As Norrington and his men surrounded them. He owed the man his life. ::
::It was for this reason if no other that Jack's ship patroled the waters near this particular area to scare off any true pillaging ships. Jack had a reputation as a violent enemy. He would keep Port Royale safe...and annoy it's good commodore if he could in the process.::
::And the Turners would soon have a child. So Jack was fully intending on stopping by and having a look at the brand new screaming bundle of Turner joy. So much change. Jack himself had not changed in that time. Not noticablly at any rate. He looked exactlly as he had years ago when he first met Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann. He was a ageless person in many ways. Time did not seem to touch him.::
::The morning was a mild one. Odd for this time of year. Maybe a storm was heading their way. Jack figured he and his crew would be safe on dry land when that happened.::
::His hands traced the worn wood of the ship's wheel, and he smiled. The breeze was cool and the sea air clean and fresh. It was a wonderful day to be alive and at sea.::
::And he did not take his eyes off the island. They'd be there in a few hours, docked and ready to share some laughter. He was looking forward to it. Jack's face was one of muted happiness as he stared at the the sea and the sky. :::
"Yo ho yo ho....a pirate's life for me............" His litling voice rippled over the deck. It was almost pleasant. A reassuring thing to hear when one wakes. Life was wonderful::
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Oct 17, 2004 2:08:07 GMT -5
*The sun's rays created a slight glow effect upon the apple's undisturbed skin, making it look more tempting than ever. Tobbs took it up and took a small bite as she finished running her hands through her long golden hair.*
*Eying the meal before her, she took another bite and placed it down, putting the rest of ehr effects in place. Her collection hadn't altered so much other than the occasional upgrade in weapons. She still carried her small knives, each hidden about her, a pistol of sorts, and her famous long, slender twin blades she favored the most of all.*
*stretching and throwing the apple out from the window, she made sure she was all tidied up before stepping on deck and adjusting her eyes to the bright sunlight that washed voer her. She'd been sleepin in again after a less restful night, and she could tell most of the crew was up already.*
*Port Royale was on the horizon. She watched it as it inched closer and closer, wondering how the Turners were doing and what they were up to. A little storke of tension arose when she thought of the officers and Norrington....she'd never liked that 'kind'.*
*She decided to help prepare to dock the ship, and after a bit of preparations, she glanced around in search for someone...where was....there he was!*
*Smiling slightly, she ran ehr fingers along the gift he'd gotten ehr last time, the beautiful pendant she'd received as she slept. She'd grown rather fond of it....and as she'd likewise grown fond of the giver, she decided to go have a bit of conversation with him.*
*Sliding up from behind him and kissing his cheek, she moved along beside him with an almost cheerful smile.*
"Mornin' captain....'ow are things lookin'?"
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 17, 2004 2:17:36 GMT -5
::Jack quirked an eyebrow at Tobbs as she came on deck then gave her a laugh::
"Beautiful morning....gold an' bright...like you...that'd make anyone happy...." He reached out and took her hand, kissed it and held it at his side.::
::It was indeed a fair morning. He couldn't ask for a better morning. The night ad been a bit cloudly...foggy...but somehow this day had dawned bright and gold. And Port Royale looked welcoming::
"Wonder if Will knows we're coming? I told him I'd be back 'round the time Elizabeth was expecting her child...." His voice trailed off a bit. Poor Will. finding out he was a father. Poor poor eunuch in denile.....:::
::He smiled at Tobbs:: "Sleep well?"
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Oct 17, 2004 12:45:50 GMT -5
* The Cool sharp breeze of the early morning loomed just outside her cabin window and as second passed it would pass inside giving her and almost sudden chill. She had been laying in bed for hours, bidding herself to fall back asleep, reassuring herself that it had been too early in the morning. When she had heard the first slight detection of movement and the captain walking passed her door ready to start the morning she slid up on her bed, back side to the headboard, if you would call a wall a head board. *
* Her feet slid off her bed and into her boots. she grabbed a small strip of material from her chest and ran upstairs. The sun greeted her, but she wan't quite expecting the rays to blind her site. It took some time before she became adjusted to them, but when she did the cold sharp wind she had felt in her cabin hit her next. She wrapped her arms around herself and walked toward the edge of the ship, coming up just beside Jack and Tobbs and managing to say a few words to start her day.*
"Morning Captain... Tobbs"
* She looked upon the island set before her and her gaze came into a hypnotic stage. They were to visit the Turners, Elizabeth would be expecting soon and Will would soon become a father. Her thoughts wandered back to last year. That night when that horrid fever came to her, awakening dark thought and memories locked away. She swallowed to think that she hadn't told him. When she got off the ship her longing was to jump off and run into his arms. The thought of having someone to call family caused her to tear without knowledge.*
* Her focus came back to reality, to present time. She wiped what tears had fallen away with her sleeve and looked back to the island. She sighed heavily and rested her head on her hand*
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 17, 2004 13:52:46 GMT -5
((OOC: WOOT! Post 1,000!!! *cackles and pounces all* Sorry for the massiveness...needed to do something special for the 1,000th post so if you have a problem with it...DEAL with it... ) Evelyn didn't necessarily wake the next morning, more like the sounds of movement above deck brought to her attention that it was morning at all. She let out a deep sigh. Not much sleep at all...again. Nothing new really, but with Eric around she had to at least pretend she had gotten some rest. She lay there, staring up at the ceiling of their cabin, smiling at the scarves Eve had fixed to one of the bedposts, a mixture of a gold, brown, and blood red one she said accented the room nicely, but really had only done it to make Eric temporarily peeved. She turned her head then and her honey colored eyes landed upon Eric. His golden locks were sheared a bit shorter this time around, it turns out Eric had found that there were only two ways to wear your hair out at sea, one was longer and shaggier, or simply a bit more sheared. He preferred the latter. Ever since Eric had joined them aboard the ship, Evelyn's overall spirit seemed to be a bit calmer. Her actions weren't as brash as they used to be, but she still could lash out quite angrily when she saw fit. At the moment, Eric was laying face down on the bed, his face turned towards her, his eyes closed, and his arm gently drapped over her. Evelyn placed a hard worked hand upon his cheek gently, her hand a bit worn from days of arduous working with rope, cannons, and wood. For a moment, she was tempted to simply lean in and kiss him lightly, but she figured he deserved a bit more rest. His soft rythmic breath could be felt in the crook of her neck and she sighed heavily. They had grown to flow together quite nicely in this year or so together. He had begun to learn when to leave her be at times, and she in turn took note on how Eric tended to get annoyed at her bad habits and her stubborn ways. They had learned when and how to avoid eachother and that helped greatly in such tight quarters. Although they rarely ever WERE seen apart. Evelyn had taught Eric all she knew about sailing, showing him the different knots, how to secure sails, and to climb the riggings with ease and he was learning very quickly. One cool evening when the salty breeze whipped about them a bit violently, Evelyn looked at Eric as they made a few knots together and smiled. "Ye know mate...yer not as dumb as I though' ye were." In that time she had also grown rather fond of his small quirks, the way he wrapped his arms about himself when he felt embarrassed, or how he stuffed his hands in his pockets so often, mostly when he was feeling guilty or awkward about something. His laugh however, was something that she had grown almost too attached to, and she tended to find anything that would produce that from him so she could smile. He had a deep, velvety laugh, one that when completely unleased was warm and seemed to blanket you. Also, almost a year together and they had suffered only two quarrels. One consisted of him constantly nagging at her to stop biting her nails which she CLEARLY made obvious to him would never be stopped by biting her nails constantly around him for a week. The other, well the bulk of it, was that of his concern for her sleeping patterns which weren't all that sound. "Its how I've always been Eric...ye have ta accept it." Evelyn had told him bitterly before slamming the door in his face. She had never apologized for it, partly because she didn't feel she needed to and her pride won out that inner battle, and partly because she knew he was right and she hated admitting defeat like that... Evelyn had almost taken to lying to him now, telling him it was alright, and that she was getting more sleep, but the weariness in her eyes had always betrayed her and she knew Eric caught onto this. Evelyn curled into him a bit. Allowing herself to simply lie there under his arm and again was tempted to wake him just to feel some sort of response from him, to hold him close and feel his arm around her tighten, to touch his skin and see him smile. But she stopped herself. Then, Eve took one last deep breath, and then made to gently make her way out of bed. She'd be damned if she would be laying here on her back while the rest of the crew was up and about already. She moved his arm off of her and then dressed, making herself a bit more presentable. Evelyn always slept with Eric in comfortable torn trousers and a loose, white shirt, because she and Eric had still to cross that line in their relationship. There were times, of course, when the moment seemed right and they could have simply done so. There had BEEN times when Evelyn would lie half awake and simply wanted to give him all of herself, he deserved that much he thought, but she could never bring herself to do so. She only hoped Eric knew that it was still a difficult matter for her and even though they both were indeed quite infatuated with eachother and loved eachother whole heartedly, her nightmares still clung to her like a bitter frost, refusing to move away from her. How she WANTED to do these things with him...but she simply couldn't find the courage to. She shrugged at all this as she dressed now, her toes curling a bit as they felt the cold floors of the cabin room. As she tied teal sash about her waist, Evelyn peered out of the porthole in their room, the sun warming her face instantly and she caught sight of Port Royale in the distance. She muttered a bit at this and shook her head. "If it wasn' fer Will..." she began shaking her head. Evelyn never liked Port Royale, three things kept her wanting to be miles away, one being the Naval Army, two being Commodore Norrington whom she had not seen in some time but his pirate catching skills still haven't faded, and three...Elinor. Who knew WHEN they might run into her again and Evelyn knew if she saw the wench again, she wouldn't live to see another day. Once she was dressed in her worn black boots that reached her knees and flapped outward, the teal sash, her plain, loose, white shirt with cross stitching near the v split, and dark brown trousers. Then she fitted on her bangles, her red fethered earring, clasped a few necklaces around her neck...one consisting of a plain brown cross, and the other with a fine ruby encrusted silver pendant, and then placed a few modest silver rings on her fingers. Then, tucking her rum flask in her sash, AFTER she took a good swig of the substance, she made towards the decks, giving one last glance at Eric, giving a warm smile, and then closing the door softly. It was much easier now to slip away from Eric. In the early stages of their living together it had been almost impossible to do so, he tended to cling to her rather tightly at times but now he had loosened a bit and she was able to slip out every once in a while, although she didn't like to do it often. She knew she wouldn't like waking to see Eric gone morning after morning, so she tried to consider him as much as she could. When Evelyn finally did make it out on deck, she noticed Tobbs, Jack, and Maria were already up and conversing amongst one another near the helm. She passed quickly towards the rigging, climbing it quickly and checking the sails, making certain all the knots were tight and that the sail were good and taut so that they were put to maximum use. The wind blew a bit and she shivered. The slight chill reminded her that her day of birth was not far off...she would be turning 23 in a few days time. There was an air of disturbance and she could tell there was a slight storm rolling in, just what her day of birth needed...a good, violent storm. Finishing up on the sails, Evelyn made her way back to the decks landing with a slight thud and worked on securing the lifelines in case they would be needed and checking that everything was in good order. Evelyn's need to work diligently was kicking in again and she looked up at the three that converesed and smiled. "Oy! Is tha' what yer goin' ta do all morning? Simply talk amongst yerselves when we have a Port to dock into?" Evelyn teased, giving a small chuckle as the wind whipped about her, tossing her curls in her face. The salty air was a familiar scent and she breathed it in deeply. Life was good at the moment...although in the pit of her stomach she knew something was headed their way...trouble had always gravitated towards Evelyn, and being a pirate AND a member of Jack's crew didnt' help either...
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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 Oct 17, 2004 14:33:19 GMT -5
Rhys moved smoothly down the rigging. The sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, sparkling lazily on the water. Dawn was coming, and she was withdrawing. For a moment she stopped, staring out to sea. Her mind calling up memories and doubts that she had been unable to get rid of.
She was still unsure if she had made the correct decision that day on the beach. Had she chosen to come aboard the right boat? Was this something that she would end up regretting for the rest of her life? She could not tell and for this she constantly doubted herself. She constantly wondered what it would have been like if she was on the other boat.
She sighed as she noticed she had paused longer than she had intended. She slid the rest of the way down the rigging and started across deck. She avoided saying anything to anyone and keep her eyes down avoiding eye contact. She kept her distance, she knew that it was difficult, but she didn't want to come to a decision like this again. Having to choose between people who had given her a new life and a brother who had kept her together in her old life. If she kept to herself, kept the others away she wouldn't have to.
She had built a wall up around herself, no one could get through. In truth, many people avoided her and stopped trying to talk to her. When approached she might say something, but the she would excuse herself as soon as possible. It was why she found herself taking the night shift, if she was up at night, no one else was. No one else would want to talk to her.
The night was peaceful, it gave her time to think and let her take in the serenity of her surroundings. She gained peace from the ocean. Rhys lived through the night, now. No one bothered her, and the only time they even had the chance to was in the morning.
Rhys had reached her cabin, opening the door she moved into the bare room. She survived on only a meager bit. Pirate or no, she didn't care for having massive amounts of gold. Even given the chance to take some, she would refused anything but the meager amount she need to live on. However, the room was home.
With a small grunt she pulled her shoes off and crawled into her bunk. She didn't bother to change into different clothes or do anything else she just crawled in and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the gnawing doubt and loneliness to soften so she could sleep.
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Roxanne Moore
New Citizen/New Sailor
In our hearts a hopeful song we barely understood...
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Post by Roxanne Moore on Oct 17, 2004 17:44:52 GMT -5
* The rumpled sheets beneath her. The hangover feeling of the morning. Roxanne turned to face the empty space next to her. Her saphirre eyes became fixed to the dusty window behind just her dresser. The golden light filtered through the thick coat of dust. She shifted in her bed, pulling her self up so that both her feet touched the floor.*
* She walked lazily to the small corner and behind the screen to bathe. When she was clean she dressed in a modest yet tasteful dress.*
" Roxanne Roxanne..."
* The voice stopped her in her trail and her eyes met up with the eyes of Vane's.*
" The rents not due Vane... Not for another week."
* Her voice trailed off as she gathered her jewels in a small pouch and pushed her way through him. She knew as she glided down the stairs that he watched her from above. Watchong a prize he could neither gain nor win. She pushed the large maghogany doors as she began her morning with a stroll down to the jewelers. Port Royal was a modest place. A place she had been calling home for the past three months. Next week would be her last. She had no intention on paying her rent. Roxanne never liked to linger in one place for a large amount of time. It gave people time to ponder on who she was. What she had done. It gave time for rumors along with truth to spread.*
* She could see the familiar sign hanging in the distant and it became larger with every step she took. The trip would only take a few seconds. She grinned as she entered the old mans shop dropping the large pouch filled with pearls on the counter*
" There's eleven in there. D'ye think you can make with that?"
* He nodded and she smiled once more heading out the door. She placed both hands in her coat pockets as she headed toward the tavern. As she passed people they began to hang their heads. She wondered why. Nameless to say that whispers had already been growing around town. She passed the docks catching sight of something on a nearby pole. She ran towards it. It was a wanted sign and who to be on it but her. The reward for her capture was 200 shillings. She ripped the sign in half and placed it in her pocket.*
"Damnit.."
* She said to herself quietly, anger welling inside her. She would have to move sooner than she thought. *
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Oct 17, 2004 21:19:08 GMT -5
Emma was floating in a sea of dreams,surrounded by bluegreen crystal light...Her hair was whipped around her by an invisible wind,colder than ice,and on it she could hear her name called softly.There was a soft sensation,of warm lips on her face.Slowly,she opened her eyes.
"F'r God's sake,Rick,get out'f me bed,people're gonna start thinkin' things..."
"Would it be so bad?"quipped the raven-haired man,resting his head on one of his hands as he ran the other through that long,auburn hair."They prob'ly think it anyway,may's well justify 'em..."It was idle conversation,and if Emma hadn't known it,he would have been as good as dead.Still,a man only had so much patience...Sighing,Rick got out of the bed,pulling his own hair back into a low ponytail.
"Honestly,why d'we bother sharin' a cabin?"Then he turned to her,a glint of humor in his bright green eyes."Sometimes it feels like y'don' love me..."
The response was automatic.Emma latched her arms around Rick's neck,and pressed her lips to his cheek."Y'know I do,Rick,more'n anythin' else,"she whispered,slipping halfway into his lap as he twined his arms around her waist."But..."
"I know,I know...yer reputation..."He kissed her affectionately,then released her."C'mon,'s got t'be an hour past sunrise...this's late f'r ye,Em,'s somethin' botherin' ye?"
Emma shook her head,pulling her boots and her bandanna on.She closed her eyes for a moment,trying to remember her dreams,but with every moment she spent thinking about them,they slipped farther and farther away from her.Finally giving up,the young woman turned to her love and smiled softly at him."Jus' dreamin',mate,nothin' t'dwell on.Sleepin' off las' night's rum may've been a factor,too,but nothin' out'f th' ordinary..."
So saying,she stood and headed out onto the deck,buckling on her sword belt as she did.It was the necessary accent to her usual outfit,the oft-repaired,rather stained white shirt,the torn up dark blue pants,the well-loved knee length black boots,and the ever-present bandanna.A silver hoop dangled from one ear,and the other held an emerald dangling from a gold setting.A thin gold chain around her neck held a small charm,and various beads were braided into a strand of her hair.She had forgotten to put on a sash this morning,and didn't really care.All of these things adorned a well-toned body,and a face that some might have called beautiful.Many did,in fact,but about 75% of those didn't count to Emma,as they had been dead drunk and under the impression that she was for sale.
She smiled as she saw Evelyn on deck,approaching her long-time friend,crewmate,and most importantly drinking buddy,with a wave and a small smirk."Up bright'n early again,Evy?"she called,feeling in a rather good mood.She had gotten a bit of extra sleep,and on top of that it was a beautiful morning,one of those that made her especially glad to be where she was in life.
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 17, 2004 22:52:25 GMT -5
Evelyn had been working quite diligently and almost made to find herself the mop and bucket to swab the decks when Emma passed her by and gave a call. Evelyn looked over her shoulder and tossed her a smirk. "Ye know me Em...always 'ave ta be the first one ta greet the sun." Evelyn told her with a small chuckle. It was good to see Emma up and about. Emma had been the ONLY person to have beaten her in a drinking contest in Tortuga a few years back, but she found if ANYONE was to beat her in drinking, it was ALRIGHT that she was the one who did it.
Thinking about this reminded her she hadn't had her swig of some in about twenty minutes...and for Evelyn, that was about twenty mintues TOO long. Taking the small flask out she took a small swig and then wiped her mouth with her sleeve. Her thoughts turning to Eric a bit as she noticed Emma and Rick together up on the decks. "Mornin' Rick..." Evelyn said with a smile and a wave. Emma and Rick had always been a rather discreet couple, she had rarely witnessed them do too much in front of the crew really, but she could just sense the loyalty and love there.
What Emma and Rick had stretched on for many years...her and Eric, in a sense, were barely beginning. She still had guilt weighing on her at times, wondering if someday Eric might wake up and hate her for dragging him into all of this, but she shrugged it off. She had plenty else to worry about already. Her birthday for one would be coming up quite soon, and she wasn't ready for anyone to shower her with gifts and knowing this crew they might simply put on a giant display to get an excuse for drinking more rum...which was something Eve probably would have done really...
But Evelyn was more of a modest person really...and she could care less if anyone did anything or even remembered...but deep down, she hoped Eric would. She paused them, deciding not to work herself to death THIS early in the morning and instead went back to securing knots around the decks. Her hands were already beginning to redden due to the raw, rough rope.
She didn't even see why Eric was with her really...Evelyn had never considered herself attractive...she always that her hair was atrocious, and that the silky blonde locks that Tobbs possesed were a lot more pleasant to look at, but the way Eric tended to wound his fingers in her hair suggested otherwise but Eve shrugged. Who knew really. Eric just seemed like the sort of man that could have anyone in the world...why her?
The salty breeze whipped up a bit more and she shivered slightly, her eyes looking up at the sails as they flapped out and billowed, catching the breeze and slicing through the waters with ease. A storm was indeed on its way in...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 17, 2004 23:15:36 GMT -5
*The past year had been a little easier then Eric thought it was going to be. With Evelyn there to help him out and show him the ropes he seemed to conform to the pirate life rather easily. Never once did he regret his decision to leave his old life behind and embark on a new on with Evelyn. In fact, he couldn't remember a time that he was ever so happy. He assumed it was because this had been his place all along.
He only had two fears. One: that they would argue too much, being so close together day in and day out but surprisngly they only had two big quarrels. Her nails and her late nights, that one got him a nice door slammed in his face. It bothered him greatly that she still had her nightmares and that she was loosing sleep because of them. He had hoped they would fade by now, but it didnt seem that was going to happen.
His second fear was how he would go about finally carrying out that "moment" they had come so close to having numerous time over the past year. He wanted to be with her more then anything, he couldn't help but be tempted by her. Especially with her living in his cabin now. She was so close, so lovely, but it just hadn't happened yet. He knew how bothered she was by her past, and he figured that was the reason for the absence of such intimacy. However, he would never rush her...it would only ruin things. He wanted that momoent to be amazing for her, different from all the others. And if taking his time gave that to her, then he would wait until she was good and ready.
Erics eyes fluttered open and he rolled over on his back, stretching as he sat up slowly. He glanced around and noticed Evelyn wasnt in the cabin. He could hear pleanty of commotion up on deck and figured she was probably up there, busy at work already. His eyes landed upon the scarves she had fixed to the bedpost and he laughed and rolled his eyes. It was happening already, she was already redecorating! He couldn't help but find it annoying, him being a guy he just couldnt get use her chosen bits of decor. But he left them there anyways, not wanting to argue about it.
He rose slowly and changed into some loose black trousers and a billowy white shirt with a deep neckline. It wasnt a shirt Evelyn was exactly fond of, considering it was rather open but it was comfortable so he went with it. About his neck hung the necklace she had made for them when he first met her on the Pearl a few years ago. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror and brushed his fingers through his hair. It was shorter now then it had been by a good couple of inches, made it easier to maintain. He would just get up and go, was a great way to live. He grunted a little.
He had known Evelyns birthday was approaching for some time now and he had been working on something for her. It was nearly finished now, he'd have it ready by tomorrow when her big day came. He looked it over for a long moment, wondering if she'd really even like it. It wasn't something he bought or even found, just something that he had made. With a shrug he slipped it back in the drawer and found his way up on deck.
He spotted Evelyn and smiled warmly, always glad to see her face. She brought him great comfort and really was the only one who could ever make him enjoy life at sea. Without her he would still be a landlubber. He stood there for a moment and just watched her work. Her work ethics were one of the things he found so attractive about her, he knew she could stand on her own two feet if she needed to. It helped him see her as an equal and not a dependant. Finally he went over to her, helping assist in tightening the knots and adjusting the sails.*
Good morning, Evy *He smiled, eyeing her. He pondered asking her how her night went but he felt he already knew and decided to keep it to himself. He noticed numerous others from the crew already busy at work and for a moment felt bad about sleeping in. But he had never really been a morning person and was still getting used to it, even if it had been a year!*
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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 17, 2004 23:26:33 GMT -5
Mark polished the gun to a bright shine. He was rather happy with this one. It shone a bright silver color and had a delicate and complicated etching on it. It was a symbol he'd seen in the city of El Dorado. He only remembered it the day before and figured it would make for a nice gun. His shop was the leading dealer in arms in Port Royal, and he had a staff of 10 people now. He promoted Sam to second in charge. Life was good and he couldn't ask for more...well he would greatly love to see Rose again. He hadn't seen her for over a year. It would do him good to see some of the ol' gang again...except for a certain someone. He even made a new pistol for the time when he would meet up with the Captain again. This time he wouldn't back down and ignore him...this time he would let him know how he really felt about everything. Sam had told him many times to just get over it...but what did Sam know? It wouldn't have bothered him so much if the man had just been the normal pirate...but this band of pirates were different...they were like a family. He felt like he could be part of that family....he had forgiven the rest of the crew....but it was always up to the Captain to look out for the wellbeing of his crew.....To this day he had no idea how he could have been forgotten....had the Captain not heard his cry? He let the thought slip when he heard a small explosion in the back of the shop.
"BLOODY HELL! SCOTT! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? Don't load the cartridges near the forge! Don't make me tell you the story of my dad and brother...it isn't an easy one to tell. Sorry mate...I didn't mean to yell so much...been a stressful time....got other things on my mind."
"No problem Mark...was my own damn fault any way. I never learn...heh heh."
Mark took off work early to take advantage of the rather nice weather. There were a few clouds scattered among the sky...and a shallow breeze swept in from the port. Off in the distance he could see a black dot of a ship. A grin came to his face.
"Perhaps sooner than later."
Mark said to himself. He walked back to the shop and yelled for Sam to come with him.
"Just close up the shop for today Sam. I got some people I want you to meet. They should land shortly."
"Yes Mark. Is it your pals from the high seas? From the Pearl? If it is I beg you to not loose your temper when your old Captain....Jack comes ashore."
"Don't worry about me Sam. I'll be fine. I'll try not to loose my temper...but I make you know promises...I've kept this within long enough...Besides I would be very happy to see Eric, Evy, and all of them again."
Mark said as the two of them walked down to the port. When they got there they set up a spot and waited for the ship to come in. They made idle conversation with one of the guards. Mark challenged the man to a shooting contest.
"A shooting contest ye say? Well I could oblige you with that sir. How about we shoot that tea cup from that table over there? Or is that too far for you?"
The Naval Officer asked with a grin on his face. Mark chuckled and pulled his pistol from his left holster...it was his old one. Without bringing the pistol up he fired from the hip and shattered the cup into tiny fragments.
"No my lobsterback friend...that will be just fine a distance."
Mark said as he placed his gun back in its holster. The officer looked at him odd and went about on his duty.
"You know Mark you still owe me a shooting lesson...been waiting since you got back."
Sam said with a grin. Mark looked at him and grinned.
"In a hurry to get yourself in trouble eh? In time my friend...in due time....besides this isn't the right place for that kind of thing. I got enough crap for the duel a moment ago. Just relax...the Pearl will be here soon."
But not soon enough for Mark. The sight of it filled him with joy and sorrow. He would see some friendly faces again...but he would finally have to confront the man he had tried so hard to forget. He knew he should probably just drop it...but it was his beleif that a man should be held accountable for his actions...
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 17, 2004 23:39:36 GMT -5
Evelyn worked diligently as the wind whipped about her and hadn't even noticed Eric was up on the decks until he approached her and joined in on helping her. Evelyn looked up to Eric and smiled warmly. "Yer up finally..." she said giving him a nudge. "Bloody 'ell...what d'ye think ye can jus' sleep in while I work myself ta death fer the both of us?" Evelyn asked teasingly, giving him a wink.
At that point Evelyn had taken out one of her working daggers and began to cut away at some excess rope hanging down to the decks. "Have ye eaten yet Eric? Ye know I want ye ta get yerself somethin' ta eat. It's not healthy to live out at sea with nothing in yer system." Evelyn began softly, giving a small smile and poking his stomach a bit. Then, Evelyn caught sight of his shirt and she blinked. Instantly the warm nature faded away from her a bit, not completely, but she had gone a bit colder now.
" An' what the 'ell are ye doin' wearing THAT shirt up here?" Evelyn asked, eyeing him curiously, furrowing her brows, and attempting to pull the shirt together but groaning as it fell apart again. "Ye know I never liked that shirt Eric..." she said a bit disgruntled, looking up at him and then accidentally slicing her thumb.
"GAH! Ye see what that bloody shirt did?" Evelyn asked with a genuine frown on her face. Evelyn bit her thumb a bit and sighed, wiping the blood on her trousers and continuing the work, not caring if the blood still flowed or that it stung, instead, her focus turned to her work and Eric's shirt.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 17, 2004 23:57:39 GMT -5
*Eric grunted and simply rolled his eyes at her first comment. He figured she knew by now that mornings hated him just as much as he hated them, but he supposed he would have to start making an effort to get up earlier. It was only fair really. He grabbed a rope and tugged on it a bit, wrapping a piece of it around a post and then tying it securly into place.
When she asked if he had eaten his stomach growled, as if to answer for him. He grinned a little and shrugged.* No not yet. What about you? *He asked, wanting to make sure she wasnt going to skip a meal either just to get some early work in. That woman would work for hours without a break if you let her, but of course he usually didn't.
As she questioned his shirt and attempted to close it he couldnt help but grin. He found it interesting how she had taken possession of him. Of course if she was walking around in something revealing he wouldn't feel so great about it either, but in his mind that was different. She had a couple of "assets" that he didn't, so what was wrong with him wearing this shirt?* What? I like this shirt, its comfortable. Keeps me cool when it gets too bloody hot. *He stated defensivly, ceasing his work for a moment to look over his garb. He frowned a little, he really did like this shirt, even if she didn't.
Suddenly she cut her thumb and blamed his shirt for it. He raised a brow and grunted a little as she got back to work, ignoring her wounded finger. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, snatching her hand and looking it over.* At least wrap that up, Evy. If it gets infected thats one less finger you have to work with. Did you not learn from your ankle? *He asked, releasing her hand and looking her over. They were close to Port Royal now and he figured she should get her finger wrapped before she went off and started causing trouble.*
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Oct 17, 2004 23:58:48 GMT -5
" No 'm ready te work.. Jus' about te go..." * She said in reply to Evelyns comments, she pointed in the direction of the the sails. She walked over awkwardly, a sign that even though she had been awake all morning there was still a sign of sleepiness in her. She took hold of one rope and then another until the two were wrapped around her wrists. She tried to pull them, they didn't budge. She wasn't the tallest person around either so she couldn't move them any higher than they already were. She threw them down along with herself, her bottom hitting the floor.
She lay there for about ten minutes until she could feel all her limbs again. She pushed herself up, rubbing anyplaces where bruises were sure to form. She looked down at her hands, they had been burned from the ropes.
She walked over to bucket placed her hands in the cool water then afterwards wrapping her hands in cloth. She looked up once more seein Emma and Rick come on board Followed by Eric*
"Morning Emma! Rick! Eric"
*She shouted from across the deck. Not knowing if they actually heard her she continued to wrap her hands*
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