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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 29, 2004 0:21:45 GMT -5
::Jack was dimly aware he was on land. His hands curled into fists he opened his eyes. Will was shouting to him::
::He stared at Will's face a few moments. He couldn't think for a few moments. Really couldn't think. but the air smelled of smoke and the orange glow from the flames glittered over the water. Jack couldn't bring himself to talk.::
::He just stared from the shore silently, not sure of what to do.::
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Oct 29, 2004 18:40:54 GMT -5
Sarah ran outside to the docks. She saw fire sitting on the water. A tear ran down her face...the Pearl...gone? She almost laughed, knowing it must be impossible. The Pearl would last forever, she was sure of it.
She jogged to Elizabeth and bent down next to her. She whispered into her ear, and kind of to James too. It's a dream...it's all a dream...right? Another tear fell down her face onto the wooden dock.
Why do things burn? She stroked James' forehead. Her voice was shakey, but when she was nervous, or upset, she had to talk it seemed, to keep her mind off her problems. James will never see it...no...he'll no what it was like though. Oh that was probably the wrong thing to say.
Sarah moved to the edge of the dock and saw some driftwood from the Pearl. She picked a slightly burned blanket from on of the decks. She walked back over to Elizabeth and let James feel the cloth. I sew him something...so he will remember it. The Pearl is gone. Sarah quietly sobbed, slightly shaking.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Oct 29, 2004 20:46:53 GMT -5
Emma and Rick had just settled down by the fire to dry off when the sound of an explosion ripped through the air.Her eyes shot open,and she jumped to her feet,letting Rick's coat fall to the ground."What in the bloody Hell?!"She dashed over to the window,saw the docks in flames,and immediately sprinted back out into the cold night,towards the Pearl.
When she got there,she found herself unable to do anything.The ship was obviously beyond repair...this ship,her home,her livelihood...gone...it didn't seem real.
The deja vu was too much...
Rick stood beside Emma,arms at his side,images going through his mind...
Ships...burning...his safety,his home,his family...destroyed...gone forever...sanity slipping away...
Father...
Blood on his hands,tears in his eyes...whispered words from a dying man,an envelope,then one final embrace...while the flames rose into the sky...
"Rick?"Emma brought her hand up to the man's face,snapping him out of his trance.She didn't seem like herself.The cocky demeanor was all but gone,and she seemed lost,almost afraid.She walked slowly over to Jack and Will,clearing her throat."Cap'n?Are...are ye all righ'?"She asked cautiously,concerned for her friend's state.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 29, 2004 21:52:07 GMT -5
Mark watched as the flame overtook the vessel. He watched as Jack leapt into the flames. He couldn't believe the man was that ignorant. He noticed Rhys was clinging to him. He put his arm around her and squeezed her gently. Then he realeased his grip on here (which he didn't want to do) and ran to the docks to call out to Jack
"Jack! You stupid bastard! Get out of there! She could blow at any..."
Just as he was about to finish his sentence the ship exploded. Pieces of wood went everywhere. Mark caught a piece of the shratnel in the arm and chest. It wasn't bad at all. But it still hurt like no other. He pulled the small pieces out and ran to the shore and proceeded into the water. Will[/b] had swam out and got the Captain. He follwed Will back to shore. The captain woke up.[/i]
"How smart do you really have to be Jack. What did you think would happen?"
Mark said both playfully and concerned like. He looked out at the ship as it burned. It looked rather creepy. He looked around at the crew. They acted like they had just lost a father or brother or something. He figured Jack would want blood for this act.
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Sam
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Post by Sam on Oct 29, 2004 22:05:05 GMT -5
Sam ran down with the rest of the crew. It's not every day a ship blows up in Port Royal. Turned out to be the Black Pearl. Sam had his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe it. Suddenly he saw Jack run into the flames. "He must be crazy...wait....yup he's crazy." he said to himself. Suddenly the ship exploded again and the Captain was sent into the air. Sam watched as if in slow motion. The Captain twisted and turned like a rag doll till he came to an abrupt halt on the surface of the water with a loud smack. Sam ran down to the waters edge and watched as Mark and Will came in to to shore. He just stood there taking it all in.
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Rhys Tolen
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Oct 29, 2004 22:50:11 GMT -5
Rhys stood staring at the flaming remains of the ship. She was paralyzed with fear and confusion. Even when Mark left her side she was stuck where she stood. When the Captain was tossed unconcious into the water the most she could do was watch with tear filled eyes.
It was only when a ship close to them began to catch on fire that she finally snapped out of it. If the ship caught on fire, the rest of the dock would and possibly part of the town. She found herself running on deck of the deserted ship and attempting to put the flames out. The strange ship, made her feelings intensify, but she did nothing. She had to let put this out.
Sighing, she took the bucket of water resting on deck and doused the flames. Yet there were other areas, she tossed the bucket over, filled it with water and pulled it up again. She fell into the rythmic process, putting everything else out of mind with a quiet efficiency. Nothing else mattered.
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 29, 2004 23:26:20 GMT -5
Evelyn's eyes had been slowly drooping as she looked towards the door when Emma and Rick had entered. She gave them both a small smile and a nod of greeting and then her lids slowly fell again, shutting out all the light. A voice spoke to her and she gave a small yawn as Eric pushed back a few of her curls. "Meh...'m fine mate..." she shrugged as her honey colored eyes turned to gaze out the window once again.
It was then that a giant bang sounded and Evelyn's eyes went wide. Her heart leapt into her throat, and her sleepy mind unfortunately, took a few seconds too long to register what had occured and could only watch Jack tear out of the home and into the stormy night. "JACK!" she called and then ripped away from Eric's side, heading for the Pearl, and running quickly through the rain.
When she reached the docks Evelyn's mouth fell open and she stopped herself abruptly, "My God..." she could only utter helplessly as the Pearl was in flames and giant clouds of billowing smoke floated away from the Pearl, a charcoal grey product of the charred and burning ship. Instantly, all she felt was initial shock, but Evelyn soon shook this off. Jack had jumped in and Evelyn barked out angrily at him, attempting to call him back when another blast resounded through the sleepy port.
The second blast threw Evelyn back a foot or so and she immediately brought up her arm to block the immense heat from the blast felt even in the blistering cold night. Mark soon joined as well as the rest of the crew and she couldn't say a word. Jack was finally brought ashore and Evelyn's eyes suddenly searched the waters frantically. "Bloody 'ELL!" She cried, she quickly ripped away her effects and then dove into the icy waters of the tossed Caribbean seas.
She didn't need to swim out far, for most of the debris was now washing ashore and she snatched for a piece of parchment and then returned within moments. It was the drawing Eric had made her...completely ruined...She snorted angrily, folded it up, and then looked back at the Pearl. "Gah...who would bloody DO THIS?!" Evelyn cried at the top of her lungs. "EVERYTHIN'! My CLOTHES! My BOOTS..." Then Evelyn gasped and looked around at the crew. "THE RUM!" She shouted and then kicked at the sand angrily.
It was all a bit too shocking...and depressing. Evelyn had lost everything...her WORLD was gone...and more importantly...her birthday present...
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 29, 2004 23:34:36 GMT -5
::Jack just stared for a long time, not sure of what to do.....because his mind was raging.....he wanted blood...so badly he was tempted to kill anyone he thought was remotly involved.......everyone....::
:::And his brain began to work feverishly.....who would do this...none of Barbossa's crew...he hadn't seen nor heard of any of them in the area for a long while......Norrington would never do that....ever.......and.....none of his crew....he knew they wouldn't....he just couldn't.....wait......:::
::Jack's brain ticked away....bloody...hell.......Mark.....it was logical....Mark.....he'd lured them to his home so they wouldn't be aboard...so he wouldn't discover the problem until it was too late...until his life had been ruined...Mark who held a grudge......Mark....::::
:::Jack turned a pair of dangerously dark eyes on the man and had his sword drawn a split second later, the blade resting on Mark's throat::
"Give...me...one....reason...why...I...should... NOT... KILL... YOU...right now......" His voice shaking with surpressed rage. "But I have to warn you.....That ship was my life....and I believe in eye for an eye..."
::His hand shook just slightly and he glared into Mark's eyes, just daring him to make a excuse.....he'd love to hear it...then kill Mark...he had no fuss over it...he'd kill him right there.....He honestly didn't care what anyone thought, nor who was present...he'd kill off Norrington and any of his men who'd try and stop him at this point.....::#nosmileys
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 30, 2004 0:29:56 GMT -5
It was less than an instant when Jack was uppon him. A blade to his throat. He had to gather his senses. He was on the ground...the pain in his head and back told him that. Jack was basically making him ask for mercy. Mark wouldn't have it though.
"Revenge is never pretty Captain Sparrow. You left me to die in that God forsaken jungle on that damn island. I never in all my life have felt such betrayal. It hurt a lot. I wanted you to hurt like I did. If it wasn't for Rhys I would have died alone in the jungle...a Captain should always...always look after his crew. Now if you are gonna kill me you son of a bitch....you might as well finish what you started in the rotting jungles. DO IT!"
Mark yelled out. There was a slight hesitation on the part of the Captain. He took his chance and punched the man squarely on the face and quickly drew a dagger from his boot. He stood up quickly and faced Jack. He stood panting for his breathe. One of them would likely die tonight. If it was going to be him was sure he was going to take the Traitor with him. Surely, he knew, Jack saw him as a traitor. But Mark was a person that believed in revenge. He hit Jack where it would hurt the most...his bloody ship.
"What now....Captain?"
Mark said as he prepared to lunge or defend an attack.
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 30, 2004 0:39:16 GMT -5
::Jack's eyes flared. All the anger inside tripled in under a second, and he sprang at Mark, hell bent and determined to kill him::
"Ye bloody...son of a..." Jack's words were filled with hate that he nearly stumbled over them. "We were all runnin' for our lives....was every man for himself....and bloody hell Rhys found ye...she's part of the crew...we look out for each other...if not me then someone else...." He spat.::
"But you'll die for this....ye destroyed my ship...." He ground out in true rage. Pure and simple rage. Blades flew, Jack's anger somehow lent itself to the intensity. He was concentrating too damn much then what was normal. His moves were calculated and deadly.::
::His blade found a home in Mark's shoulder and Jack planted it deep. Jack cursed that it wasn't to the left and lower. He wanted the man dead.::
::With a growl Jack ripped the sword out not bothering to control the damage at all, and raised his arm ready for another blow.::
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Sam
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Post by Sam on Oct 30, 2004 0:41:10 GMT -5
Sam ran to the house when Jack lunged at Mark. When he got in he grabbed a riffle that was hanging over the fireplace in Mark's room. He loaded it quickly and brought along several loads with him. When he got back the two were staring each other off. He was ready to fire on Jack if he was about to kill Mark. He would defend Mark to his last breath. If that meant tonight then so be it.
"GET OFF HIM!"
was all he could say. His eyes misted a bit as he watched the scene. He didn't want to have to kill anyone...but if that is what it came to he wouldn't hesitate.
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 30, 2004 0:54:27 GMT -5
Evelyn had been staring out at the burning remains of the ship and then jerked her head around. Jack had grown enraged and she quickly went towards the scene. He had his blade wielded and the next thing she knew her Captain and Mark were having a bit of a spat together and she blinked. Her initial instinct would have been to simply jumped in between the two, but she decided letting them resolve their own conflicts would be best for the moment.
Her eyes darted between the two as they barked harsh words and Evelyn placed a hand on her hilt. Mark may be a good friend, but Evelyn would be damned if she would allow him to eventually kill her Captain. The two scuffled and a punch was laid into Jack and she cringed. It wasn't anything as bad as what she had seen him go through before though, so she simply glared at Mark and bit her lip a bit nervously.
She backed up as the scuffle went on. Just as Jack's blade sunk into Mark's shoulder deeply however, Evelyn blinked and her jaw dropped. "BLOODY 'ELL Jack!" She cried and she immediately made to quell the situation. "Tobbs mate! Calm 'im down!" Evelyn cried as she rushed in between the two. Evelyn was in a dangerous predicament putting herself in between such an angry, emotion fueled, scrap, yet she didn't care. Its not like she hadn't done it before.
"Would ye both stop! There's no need ta go killin' eachother! Was jus' a bloody misunderstandin'." Evelyn barked at them both and faced Mark, as if daring him to make a move against her. She was stopping this for both their sakes, so Jack wouldn't tire himself out or get severly injured, and so Mark wouldn't end up dead...Evelyn felt the need to lend a helping hand out to him, he was a friend afterall...
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 30, 2004 1:09:11 GMT -5
Mark let out a laugh when Jack said they were all running for their lives.
"You are right we all were running for our lives. We all stopped at a rally point. Do you remember that? I yelled out in pain. I'm sure that even the king in England heard it. You are wrong Jack. The crew was all together. In fact we stayed the night there I believe. I don't remember it all...you know the blood loss and blacking out and such."
Suddenly Jack leapt at him and jammed his sword into his shoulder.Mark let out a small cry of pain. Luckily the aim was bad and it went into the right shoulder. It almost came through the other side. He felt the time hit his shoulder blade. He took a step back and the blade came out. He looked down at his shoulder a moment. He flipped his blade ready to through it. He tossed it at the Captain and landed it in the right leg...about six inches above the knee. He was aiming at the artery in the leg and missed. He let out a sigh of anger. Jack pulled out the knife and lunged again. Again his sword met flesh...but not Mark's. Sam let out a cry. His eyes fogged over a bit...he fell to his knees and looked up into Jack's eyes. He tried to speak but could say nothing. He made a gurgling noise instead. He continued to look at Jack. He was still alive. He wouldn't die of his wounds...unless untreated of course. Mark fell to his knees beside his friend and held him in his arms. The sword slipped out easily. He looked up at Jack with pleading eyes.
"Let us leave this for now. The boy needs tended to. Next time we meet...one of us will die!"
Mark exclaimed. He picked up the boy and began to march to the hospital.
"Hold on mate...just hold on."
Mark told the boy. His shoulder was still bleeding a bit. He finally got to the hospital and Sam was quickly tended to. He had taken the sword in the gut. He was lucky to be alive. Mark got his shoulder fixed as well. He took a seat in the waiting room and waited for the doctor. It was a lengthy process. There wasn't much that could be done...clean the wound...and try to sew it up.
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Oct 30, 2004 1:16:40 GMT -5
::Evelyn had jumped in and Jack paused a moment, but still rage flowed in his veins. Mark flicked a knife through the air and Jack felt it meet him::
::Jack looked at the knife in his leg, pulled it out and made a dive. His sword caught Sam. He froze and felt some of the fight leave him::
::When Mark told him it was over for now, Jack merely nodded.:: "He was not the target." Jack said coldly. "God speed." He added and turned away.::
::Jack, a person who rarely gave off anger now radiated with it, utter rage and bloodlust. He'd kill Mark. The bloody coward.......the son of a....::
::and his eyes fell on the remains of his ship and he grew silent::
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 30, 2004 1:27:18 GMT -5
Mark was filled with rage. He knew Jack didn't mean to stab Sam. He began to think it was a dumb thing to do...blow up the Pearl. But it was close to Jack. Jack would think him a coward for not having someone else take Sam to safety. But he figured the crew would kill Sam to get back at him. He knew the whole crew was against him. At that point he didn't care. At least now Jack couldn't leave. One of them would be dead...he knew that. Jack had more years of experience behind him. Mark could fight with the best of them. But he felt differently fighting with Jack. Then one of the doctors came out.
"Sam is going to be alright. He should rest for a few days. He's still young...he'll heal up in no time. Just be glad none of the organs were hit."
The doctor walked away. That was lucky that none of his organs were hit. Damn lucky. Mark wasn't allowed to see Sam till the morning. He walked outside. If Jack met him now he would be at a disadvantage. The Captain had a weapon. He had none. He walked to his house. He had more enemies than he could handle alone. That was certain. He got his fathers sword and hung it around his waist. He found another dagger and placed it in his boot. He got his trusty pistols and belted them on as well. He wouldn't fall without a fight. He went out and sat on his front porch. He didn't like what he had gotten himself into...but he had to finish it. He wouldn't run that was for sure.
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