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Post by Evelyn on Oct 23, 2004 14:19:28 GMT -5
Evelyn closed her eyes and felt ERic's cheek against hers. His words were comforting and she kissed the corner of his mouth before simply allowing herself to melt away in everything...
It was all a bit strange and yet painfully familiar to her. She knew the technicalitites persay, but this time it was far different from any other time. This time it was done with care, with love, and with a gentle hand. It wasn't the slurs, the prafanity, the spitting, the bruising, or the battering. She could get used to this she thought as a small smile formed upon her lips and her hand caressed the side of Eric's neck tenderly. She kissed him time and time again, wanting him to respond to her tenderly every time she thought something was wrong.
However, everytime he caressed her cheek softly, softly whispered to her, or simply held her for a few moments she was able to relax once more. That was all she needed from him. A simple response and she had her fair share of it. He seemed to be taking good care of his actions and tended to reassure her gently throughout it all. Her eyes fluttered open and then shut again before she was lost in it all...
Evelyn woke softly to the pitter patter of rain upon the windows and her body ached a bit. It was strange to wake up like this. There was no strange person lying next to her this time, and unlike the other occasions, Evelyn hadn't woken up to a vise like grip due to simply possesiveness, or to the angry grunts and yells of someone kicking her out early.
She blinked and took in the simple silence of it all. Her head rested upon Eric's shoulder and her fingers smoothed over Eric's skin. She smiled slightly, remembering the past events and she kissed his shoulder lightly. Deep down she wanted him to wake, to get his thoughts on what had occured, to see if he loved her still...she was oddly somehow worried that his feelings would change for her now.
Evelyn bit her lip and then closed her eyes again, she curled into him and decided letting him sleep was probably the best. Besides, she wasn't in the mood to get going anytime soon...simply lying here was enough...
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Oct 23, 2004 14:56:46 GMT -5
Rick turned faintly scarlet,gazing after Emma again for a moment before he replied."Well...'s abou' tha',actually...I figure ye're th' best person I know t' ask about...matters of th' 'eart...y'know...babies..."Here he paused,and gulped slightly."M-marriage..."A hand reached deftly into his coat pocket,and he pulled out a ring,something he had found in El Dorado.It was made of the purest gold,the diamond in the center surrounded by smaller emeralds and sapphires.
"I've known Em since we were kids,y'know tha'...an',well,I was thinkin' abou' makin' things...official...but I'm not sure 'ow t' ask th' lass,I mean,'s not exactly somethin' I do on a regular basis,askin' women t'marry me..."He looked down at the ring,shuffling his feet awkwardly.
Emma,meanwhile,was worrying significantly less about like.
"All righ',mates,'o's next?"A triumphant grin around the room."Jus' remember,loser 'as t'buy th' next round..."An off-duty Navyman scowled at her as he rose from the seat across the table.Emma took a swig of her rum,delighting in the sweet,dark taste.Her sea-hued eyes peered around,sparkling in amusement."What?No one else wants to try?"
This irked the occupants of the bar somewhat.One stepped forward,an unshaven man with well-developed muscles.Emma grinned,waving to the recently abandoned seat.
"Let's go."
She clasped his grubby hand in hers,glaring defiantly into his eyes from across the table."One...two...three!"
Immediately both began straining,pressing against the other's hand.They had the rapt attention of everyone in the pub,most of whom were cheering for the man.It seemed like a deadlock,with neither able to gain the upper hand.The man grunted,exerting more force,but Emma yawned,putting her free hand up to stifle it.
"Is that all?"With a smirk,she loosed her full strength,slamming the man's hand down to the table.The people of the bar groaned in disappointment at their champion,while Emma laughed."Bartender!This next one's on 'im!"
Oh,yes.Life was good.
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Mark Andrews
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 23, 2004 22:03:35 GMT -5
Mark was preparing a salad when he heard his door slam open. He ran into the living room and snatched one of his pistols. He noticed it was Rhys. He thought it was ironic she came bursting into his house. Unless he was followed.
"Rhys? What's wrong mate? Is someone after ya?"
Mark asked quite surprised at the whole thing. He yelled for Sam to come and help her to a chair.
"You're welcome to stay here mate. The others should be arriving soon. Lemme get you a glass a water. Then you can tell me all about it."
Mark said as he went into the kitchen. He got a glass of water and came back into the living and placed the glass on a table next to the young woman. He quickly lit a fire and pulled up a chair in front of her. He swung the chair around and sat in it so that his chest leaned upon the back. He placed a friendly hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry luv. You can tell me what happened. I won't bite."
Mark tried to comfort her. He wanted desperately to know why she had burst in like that. surely she hadn't managed to get her self into trouble this quick.
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Oct 23, 2004 22:19:32 GMT -5
I moved into my own place, near the Turner's, so I 'elp them with the rascal a lot. Sarah smiled and looked towards Elizabeth and Will, with pirates surrounding him. Everyone loves 'im. Would ye like to see im?
Sarah led the way towards the Turners, gently taking the child from Elizabeth's arms. This is James Turner. Adorable aye? Sarah smiled as the baby cooed. James this is Maria, say hello. Sarah rocked the baby gently, turning back to Maria. I've been doing good, how 'bout you?
Does Jack 'ave another voyage for us to go on, or is he just visitin'?
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Sam
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Post by Sam on Oct 23, 2004 22:38:52 GMT -5
Sam was just putting a loaf of bread into the old oven when the door burst open. It scared the hell out of him. So much so he yelled out. Mark got a laugh out of it later. He did not know who it was, but he figured it must have been a friend of Mark's because he was talking to her. Mark came back into the kitchen a moment later and got a glass of water.
"Who is that Mark?"
Sam asked with a much puzzled look on his face.
"Rhys. An old friend of mine. Don't worry about it pal. Just continue with dinner, I'll be back in in a little bit."
Mark walked out of the room. Sam stood there a moment. He went on to cutting cubes of cheese to put into the salads. Soon everyone would be over and he'd finally get to meet the old crew Mark had mentioned so much. He was most interested in meeting Captain Jack Sparrow. He had heard both good and bad stories about him, mostly good though. The only bad one that he heard was when Mark was left behind, and it was Rhys who had saved him. Sam thought that was odd. He never heard of Mark needing saving ever. He'd known him for a while now. He heard him tell stories about his days as a pirate before. Mark seemed so bold, adventurous and glorious to him. He looked up to Mark like a big brother. Mark after all did care for him. Though Sam was nearing the end of his teens, he still needed to be looked after from time to time. He went on with his food preperations. He set the tables. They plates and silver ware were Mark's mothers. It added a homey sense to the obviously manly home. He sat down on a stool in front of the oven and waited for his bread to finish. He looked out into the living room to see if Mark was occupied, he was. He snuck a small piece of the juicy Turkey. If he had a soft spot it was food, and the ladies. He was so shy in front of the ladies it wasn't funny. He often found himself stumbling and saying sentence fragments that made no sense. He grinned at his own lack of coolness in front of the ladies. It was something he would hope to remedie some day, well he had to if he was to go on a voyage with Mark and the crew some day.
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Rhys Tolen
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Oct 23, 2004 23:06:01 GMT -5
Rhys looked up blinking back tears as Mark burst into the room. He helped her to a chair, enquiring what had happened to her. She knew she shouldn't be so weak, but she couldn't help it. She thought she had escaped this life, had hoped to never come back. This was more than her second time here. The Pearl just liked to stop here, to visit Will and Elizabeth. Now she was forced to relive parts of her old life, if even for only a short period of time.
Mark was re-entering the room with a glass of water, and he helped her into a chair, before starting a fire and getting himself a chair. She watched him, his movements calming her. Causing the pain and shock to dull slightly.
He reached out and placed a hand on her arm, trying to comfort her. A small squeak escaped her lips and she jerked back. Brown eyes stared at him full of shock, dismay and fear. She shrank back from him, pulling into herself, fighting the urge to just run away completely.
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Mark Andrews
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 23, 2004 23:29:15 GMT -5
Mark drew his hand back when she pulled herself away. He wanted to help her so bad. But he didn't know what happened, or what to do. He felt horrible. There was nothing he hated more than to let down a friend. He couldn't help this woman unless she told him everything. He knew it would hurt her, but he had to know what was going on. He spoke softly
"Rhys, I know it must be hard for you to come back here. But I need to know what happened. I can't help you if I don't know. I want to help you luv, I really do. You can stay as long as you need. I'll be in the kitchen with Sam if you need me. Don't worry luv, no one can harm you here, Sam and I won't let them."
Mark stood up slowly and gave her a warm smile. He walked into the kitchen and noticed that almost everything was prepared. He also noticed a small piece of Turkey missing.
"How's the Turkey taste?"
Mark said playfully. Sam looked at him with a "I didn't do it" face.
"It was wonderful. What's the deal with Rhys?"
Sam asked with a concerned look taking over his face. Mark shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know she won't tell me. I want t' help her Sam. But I don't know what to do if she won't talk to me. I told her she could stay here as long as she wanted, so hopefully she will open up soon."
Mark said. The house fell silent. Mark went back to the living room and sat back in his chair facing Rhys. He gave her a reassuring smile and sat there in silence.
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Rhys Tolen
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Oct 24, 2004 0:10:39 GMT -5
Rhys listened to Mark, as he spoke softly to her. He spoke in soothing tones, calm tones. His voice wrapped her up like a blanket on a cold winter day. It offered protection and warmth, making her feel safe for once in a very long time. She was cursing the reaction she had to his touch. Truly, she knew that she couldn't run the risk of having problems between her brother and friends. The only way to solve that was to have no friends, and Mark was making it so hard. He was one of the few people that truly showed that he cared.
Sighing slightly, she watched him leave the room. She had to stay strong, she had to keep him distant. But she wanted to talk, she needed to tell someone. She needed help, she needed somewhere she could hide in, someone she could confide in. Mark was offering that shoulder to cry on that she desperately needed at the moment. It was not something that she found she had the strength to deny at the moment.
The man made his way back to his seat, and she studied him in silence for a little while. "I met with someone I once knew," she started a bit haltingly. "Back in my days as a theif, here. He was the one that started everything... If... if I hadn't gotten free... I would be being forced back into my old life at the moment... He tried to... He touched me... He... I...." she stopped. She couldn't explain, it hurt too much. She didn't know what to say either, she had never fully told him her history. No one knew it. He didn't know what had gone on almost weekly. She curled up into a tiny ball in her seat. Memories forced themselves into her mind and she spoke quietly to herself, "I'm just as bad as they've told me for years now.
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Mark Andrews
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 24, 2004 0:27:03 GMT -5
Mark felt his eyes begin to water upon her speaking. He knew it was going to be hard to for her to tell him. He knew she was a mystery to everyone, but he felt he was making some progress. He lifted her head softly to meet his eyes. He peered deep into her eyes and he was searching for the right words.
"You are not a bad person Rhys." his words began to tremble a bit "You saved me when you could have easily left me to die alone in that jungle. Don't ever let anyone tell you who you have to be, or that you are a bad person. Because you are not and I see that. I really truely want to help you. I know it is hard, and I know it hurts luv, but you have to tell me what is on your mind. I can't help you if I don't know what haunts you. Trust me, I want to help. If you don't want to talk right now I understand. I don't want you to feel like I am making you tell me anything. I want you to feel like I am trying to help, not force you into anything. If you need some time alone you can stay in the guest room for tonight."
Mark placed his hands onto hers. He smiled at her, and stood up.
"I need to go back to the kitchen for a moment and make sure Sam hasn't caught anything on fire."
Mark said trying to cheer her up. He went into the kitched and leaned against the counter.
"I don't know what else to do Sam. I hope she understands that I am here for her. How's the bread coming?"
He spoke from the heart. He was concerned. Sam nodded that the bread was fine. Mark walked back into the living room and sat on the couch.
"Rhys, i'm just going to rest my eyes, if you need anything feel free to ask. Mi casa es Su casa."
He said with a grin as he layed down on the couch.
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Rhys Tolen
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Oct 24, 2004 0:51:56 GMT -5
Rhys brought her knees to her chin and hugged them. Mark had left her for the moment to make sure Sam hadn't caught anything on fire, yet. She was left to her own thoughts, trying to decide how to explain. She needed to confide in someone. He seemed safest, it was likely that they would be leaving Port Royal in a day or so, and probably leave him behind. It was safe to talk to him.
As he came back and layed down on the couch she watched him quietly. Closing her own eyes she started trying to explain. "Mark," she started softly, "I... they..." she didn't know how to start. Finally, she decided to start near the beginning, "You've lived here for some time, right? You're bound to have heard about the Ry Siblings at some point. The three theives that couldn't be stopped?" She paused for a moment, letting him think, "That was me and my brothers. Only the group kind of died." She squeezed her eyes shut, "We started to fall apart when Ryley was caught and hung five years ago. Once he was gone and it was only me and Avery... the others... they started... moving in." This time she stopped completely. She sat in silence for so long that Mark almost thought she was done telling her story. But finally, she spoke again, "They... forced themselves on me..." A single tear rolled down her cheek, "For years I fought them, and Avery came to my side. Between the two of us we manged to keep most of the men away, but not all of them. It got to bad one day and I left. But today... I ran into the man who started it all... the first one to touch me." She took a deep breath before finally saying it, "He tried to welcome me home and make me feel as if I never left, to put it nicely."
She burried her head in her lap, trying not to look at Mark. She had never told anyone this, not even her own brother. She still wasn't sure if he knew what had happened. Rhys was scared of his reaction. She was sure that he would reject her, be disgusted by her.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 24, 2004 1:02:33 GMT -5
*When all had passed and grown still again, Eric woke and glanced sleepily out the small window in the bedroom. The streets were slightly damp and water dripped from the edges of the roof. He drew in a deep, relaxing breath and glanced down at Evelyn who was asleep.
He smiled warmly, a rush of happiness spread throughout his body as he eyed her face. She looked so peaceful as she laid there, delicate even. He reached out and gently ran his fingers over her shoulders, up her neck, and through her hair. As he gazed at her he suddenly frowned and wondered why she had trouble finding confidence in herself. To him she was beautiful in every way and seeing her lying beside him, so close only proved his point further.
Eric shifted a bit and kissed the top of her head before gazing at her again. Somehow he found it difficult to take his eyes off of her. The events from only a bit ago were still very vivid in his mind and he smiled again at the thought of it all. It truely had been what he hoped it would be, he only hoped she felt the same. He knew this had been a gigantic step for her, a decision not easily made and he hoped she didn't regret it or find it to be like any other time.
He held her a little tighter into him, resting his head against hers as his fingers traced delicatley about her arm and back. Closing his eyes he felt as if he could stay like this forever though he knew it was nearing time to go to Marks for dinner. He pondered waking her and finally his curisoty got the best of him.* Evelyn, are you awake? *He whispered.*
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Post by Will Turner on Oct 24, 2004 1:05:21 GMT -5
*While Will was preoccupied with a question from Rick, Elizabeth turned to Jack and smiled brightly as he asked the name of the little boy.* We decided to call him James. Will insisted there were pleanty of Williams in the family already so we went with something different.[/color] *She said with a slight laugh.
She and Will were both surprised when the man asked to hold the baby and Will even took his attention away from Rick for a moment to blink a few times. Elizabeth nodded. Will smiled proudly at the refrence to his son looking like him. He was certainly proud of the little boy. He nodded at Jacks comment and truely hoped he was right, he wanted his father to be proud of young James.
Both laughed heartily suddenly. They couldn't remember a time when they had gotten propper sleep and they were at the point where they insisted that they never would again. They almost forgot what sleep was or felt like. He watched sleepily as the Captain spoke to the kid and he grinned, rolling his eyes about the getting himself killed comment. Elizabeth laughed as well and reached out to stroke the babys hair as the boy fell asleep.
Will turned back to Rick and folded his arms, eyeing the man. He figured the question had to do with either Emma or maybe even a baby. THAT would be interesting! However the man pulled out a ring, so he intended on asking Emma to marry him. Will smiled, finding it about bloody time! He reached out and squeezed the mans shoulder.* Im happy for you, Rick. Really I am...its about time! *He laughed and then pondered it a moment. His own proposal to Elizabeth had been rather akward but obviously it still worked.* The easiest way to go about it, mate is to just tell her whats on your mind...in your heart and end it with the likes of marry me. *Will said with a nod, stroking his chin.
A moment later Sarah picked up the baby to show him off to Maria. Elizabeth smiled proudly, as would any mother who had a million pirates of all people fawning over her baby. Finally she reached out and grabbed Will arm, glancing towards the Port Royal streets.* Shall we be on our way to Marks for dinner then?[/color] *She asked, turning again and holding out her arms to Sarah to retrieve her son.*
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Mark Andrews
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 24, 2004 1:14:19 GMT -5
Mark sat up when Rhys began to tell her story. His heart skipped a beat when she mentioned Avery. He flashed back to when he'd shot him. "Oh crap!" he thought to himself. He listened to her story, the whole story. He moved to the chair where she sat and kneeled beside her.
"Do you know where I can find this man? Don't worry he can't get you here. And you have done nothing which you should feel so ashamed of. It wasn't your fault those men were pigs. They will burn in Hell some day. Don't let them bring you down and destroy you luv. You can't let them take your life from you. You did the right thing to leave. I need to tell you something Rhys. Don't get mad at me, I want you to promise you won't get mad. Avery and I met before. In the jungles near El Dorado. Things got real bad. He stabbed Jack and Will. I didn't know he was your brother, at the moment it happened I don't think it would have made a difference. I shot him...he was okay I guess, I didn't aim to kill him. If I had he would have been dead. He got away...I hope you won't hate me. I shot him to protect the crew. If I would have known he was your kin I would have handled it differently."
He searched for the right words to say.
"I am glad you told me about your past. I hope you can trust me now. The others will be here soon, make yourself at home. Dinner will be on soon. I'm going to rest my eyes again. Feel free to look around, or rest your eyes if want. Sometimes a nap can make everything feel better."
He said as he gave her a slight hug. He felt real bad for her. But he knew it was up to her, not him to face her demons, and to strike them down. He wanted to find the man and kill him, but he figured that wouldn't settle much, although if she would alow him, he would do far worse. He lay back down on the couch. He was unable to rest. He stared at the ceiling. He looked over at Rhys and studied her. She was even more cut off to the world than he. He thought he had it bad...he stopped feeling sorry for himself at that moment. He was glad she had spoken to him. He knew it was something she had never told anyone, and he would carry it with him to the grave. He didn't want to bring further pain to the woman.
"Rhys? How did you find my house? Perhaps it was fate that brought you here...awww, I dunno. Ironic isn't it."
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 24, 2004 1:25:47 GMT -5
Evelyn's skin soon tingled and she didn't dare move. She could sense rough fingers delicately tracing up her neck and then slowly mingling in her hair. She moved in closer and drew a deep, steady, breath. Her left hand slowly made its way to Eric's neck and she caressed it tenderly. Chills ran down her spine as he traced her arm and back and she smiled a bit.
As he pulled her closer Evelyn molded into him, keeping as close as she possibly could, seeking warmth in him. His velvety voice soon woke her however and her eyes fluttered open. "Well I bloody am now..." she half grunted and half laughed. She stirred a bit under the sheets and then looked outside again, the cold, damp evening outside was beginning to make her simply want to stay here even more than before and it would prove almost impossible to get her out of bed now.
Slowly, Eve propped herself up enough to lean over him and kiss his lips gently and then spoke a few words. "I won..." she said with a sly smile and brushing a hand through his curls and then plopping down beside him again, pulling the covers over herself gently and then resting her head upon his shoulder. "Ye know mate...we COULD jus' not go to tha' dinner..." Evelyn began with a mischivious tone as she clung to him tightly and took another deep breath.
She gave a small smirk at the idea. "Jus' think...you an' I...here...together...for hours an' hours..." said soflty taking in all the different facets that made up the moment and clashed with her senses. The gentle patter of the rain, the warmth the sheets provided them, and the sense of Eric's roughened skin, the sound of pure silence.
Then Evelyn's tone turned sincere and the jest slowly faded from her features as well. She looked up at him from his shoulder, her hair tossed over to one side of her head and in a tousle, and she spoke to him as if with determination to get a certain message across to him. "Thank you Eric...fer...fer takin' yer time with me. Fer...fer bein' patient." She said without a smile but one of her hands found its way to the side of his face. "Really Eric. What happened between us...was...was jus'...beautiful. I, I never knew it could ever be tha' way, ye know?" she said with a small smirk and then lay her head back down on his shoulder.
The day was steadily wearing away and the time would soon come when they would have to make their way towards Marks. She knew they had to make an appearence...although, simply hearing Eric state his discomfort with the idea of leaving this moment with her would be enough to make her smile.
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Sam
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Post by Sam on Oct 24, 2004 1:27:47 GMT -5
Sam moved into the dining room and tried to listen in on the conversation between Rhys and Mark, but thought better of it. It was a private conversation, and his mother would roll over in her grave if she knew he was doing such a thing. His mother raised him up well. He sat in the dining room tossing a napkin up in the air and watched as it slowly floated down.
"Wow...this is really boring."
He said to himself in a whisper. He couldn't wait much longer for the guests to arrive otherwise he feared he would be the first person to ever die of bordome. He had never heard of someone dieing of boredome, but he'd only been away from Port Royal three times. Twice to England, and once to Germany. He laughed to himself for thinking about such a stupid thing.
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