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Post by Jack Sparrow on Nov 8, 2004 11:41:06 GMT -5
::Jack wondred if Tobbs had a demon in her. She was shrieking loud enough to wake the dead::
"Tobbs...luv.....relax...easy...." He muttered as she squirmed, directed her anger to a innocent sheepdog who cowered and ran away whimpering::
"Luv...ye know yer going to scare the whole island...." He said softly, and put her down now that they were near the Turners. He held her tightly and as close as he could:: "Victoria....calm yerself down...do ye think I'm happy about this?"
::He paused as she squirmed a bit more:: "Luv...I might be a pirate...but I havn't killed anyone who didn't deserve it....yesterday I could have killed Sam...and today I was asked to spare Mark's life.....a request I'm going to grant.....I don't trust the man....but I'm not willing to kill him....do ye understand?"
::Jack kissed Tobbs head and looked at her silently a while:: "I lost the Black Pearl too, ye know....I want it back....my time will be better used trying to find a way to do that......savvy?"
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Post by Eric Jackson on Nov 8, 2004 14:28:42 GMT -5
*Eric watched Evelyn with nervous eyes as she began to answer his question. He fidgited a bit and was honestly afraid to hear it. When she stated that she was a pirate and never really saw herself getting married his eyes lowered a bit, he felt his heart give a bit of a shutter and he slowly lowered himself back into the pillow.* Well, I understand. *He said, trying to sound casual though it was obvious he was hurt.
She curled into him again and he held her, though he was still frowning. Quietly she spoke again and warmth again filled his eyes and face. He gave her a loving squeeze despite his fleeting thought of Luis. Erics eyes fell lazily on the window as beams of tepid sunlight slipped through it, bathing the room in a yellow glow. He blinked against the brightness and threw an arm across his eyes.
He smiled and chuckled as she insulted the sun and gave a bit of a nod. She was deffinantly right, they weren't going to be getting to bed anytime soon. A moment later he felt Evelyn kissed him and he moved his arm enough to peer under it at her and he grinned a little.* At the rate we're going, the navy is the LEAST of our worries. *He laughed, propping himself up to a sitting position with his back against the headboard. His eyes went back to the window and a thoughtful look came over his face.
A moment later his thoughts were interupted by that musical voice again and within seconds Puck appeared. Eric groaned auidiably loud and eyed the creature with the most annoyed look he could possible give.* What do you mean we're cute? How would you know you little eavesdropper. *Eric snapped, batting away a few pink rose petals and a paper heart. Eric did grin a little at the mention of the gown but quickly wiped the look away.
As Evelyn plastered herself against him and whispered Eric grunted and shook his head. When she started yelling at the fae a proud look came over his face as if to say "thats my girl!" If he was at a loss for words or insults, he could always count on her to have pleanty. He adjusted himself before her without realizing it now...it was something he did so often that now his brain just made him do it.
Puck suddenly started droning on and on about some other faes wedding and Eric groaned again, rolling his eyes as his shoulders slumped. What did he mean figure out his name in time? Did he really plan on sticking around?! Erics jaw dropped as he was about to protest this but before he could actually speak it had vanished again. He shook his head and slowly slipped out of bed.* Great...now I'm gonna be paranoid that at any second that strange little man is going to pop up. *He muttered, shuffling aimlessly around the room.*
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Post by Will Turner on Nov 8, 2004 14:29:51 GMT -5
*Will blinked and scowled at Puck as he again snatched up the baby boy, who was still laughing away as if this creature were as normal as anything...in fact Will seemed more bothered by it then the baby did. As Puck spoke, Will crossed his arms.* How do I know you're not going to eat him. I dont know what in bloody hell you are or what your purpose in my house is! You obviously know who I am so you should already know why I'd be protective. *Will answered, ignoring the fact that James did seem to like him.
And then the creature had the nerve to get up in Wills face...it annoyed him enough when Jack did it, much less some annoying little floating critter that was holding HIS son.* And Im not paranoid. *Will muttered, even though he didn't believe his own words. He was a paranoid guy but he blamed most of that on Jack considering whenever the man was around he and Wills fingers were endless on deaths doorbell.
A minute later James was floating through the air and landed silently in the crib where he fell right to sleep. Will blinked at the sparkles of light and sighed heavily as Puck had vanished. He was shaking his head muttering something about going insane, fatherhood, Jack, and himself in general.
When Elizabeth spoke he glanced at her.* Isnt that the truth. *He grunted. Things were confusing, not just Puck but the whole Pearl inncodent and Mark. He slipped his arm around Elizabeths shoulder and smiled fondly at her, then looked over to Sarah.* You two really do need to get some rest. If anything important comes up I promise I'll wake you both. *He stated, concerned for their well being. He knew they would both stay up if he didn't urge them to sleep.*
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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 Nov 8, 2004 21:42:03 GMT -5
Rhys flung the door wide and barged into the room. There standing in front of her in the room was a white, ghostly figure of her brother. Her long dead brother, Ryley. She let out a small gasp before turning and bolting down the stairs. She could deal with traitorous friends, she could deal with living her life out without any human contact. Heck, she could deal with a lot. But she could not deal with meeting the spirit of her dead brother. It was not something she could deal with now, not now, not ever, but especially not now.
She was out of the house as fast as her legs would carry her, and she was running down the street. It was starting to sprinkle again, and she sighed letting the weather take her mood. This way any escaping tears were hidden by the path of rain drops. Bare feet pounding on gravel and dirt as she ran. Sharp pain shot up through her feet conecting her to reality. Reality was reienforced, things like ghosts didn't exist. Yet, she had seen him.
She stumbled, and fell scrapping her knees. Blood trickled down her knees, but she got up and continued to run. A moment she stumbled and fell face first on the ground. Only this time she didn't get up. She curled up in a little ball, intending to stay there for a long time.
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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 Nov 8, 2004 23:09:01 GMT -5
Mark looked at Tobbs with a blank stare as she cursed him and began to yell at him. Sea Boy? That was the best she could come up with? Cut his hair? It was no longer than Jack's. He just ignored her. He watched as the two walked away. The sky began to darken. It was going to rain soon. He made his way back into town and walked along the street. He paused in midstep. He noticed something lying in the street. The rain began to fall heavier. He walked up to it and looked at it a moment. It was Rhys. He knelt down and shook her.
"Rhys! Are you okay? Rhys!"
He cried out. She seemed to be dead...but she breathed. He was glad to see her chest moving in and out. He shook her again. She was as if driven into shock. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to his house. He placed her on the bed in the guest room and lit another fire. Seemed like every time he saw her he had to dry her out. He tended to her knee and placed a clothe around it. She still didn't move. It was as if she had seen a ghost. He sat on the edge of the bed...stroking her hair talking to her...he hoped she would snap out of it soon.
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Post by Evelyn on Nov 8, 2004 23:58:12 GMT -5
Evelyn looked over at the fae with narrowed eyes and shook her head. She really didn't enjoy this man's presence and before she knew it he was gone from their sight. She huffed and crossed her arms. "Gah...bloody idiot...won' give me a name will 'e? Well I'll jus' go ahead an' call him anythin' I want." She stated with a sound nod. Her honey colored eyes turned to Eric and she smirked slightly. "Heh...great...somethin' else fer us ta worry 'bout...as if we didn' have enough already." She laughed, nudging him a bit, and inching her way to the side of the bed.
Eric stood and walked aimlessly about the room and she looked towards the window, the soft shafts of light beaming gently through and she sighed and hung her head. "Argh...what are we gonna do? I 'ope we can get out o' this bloody place soon...I 'ate havin' ta wait around like this, ye know?" Evelyn said lifting a brow. She gripped the edge of the bed and looked at Eric with ponderous eyes. "I jus' can' stand bein' on land too long...its too...crowded..." she said with a small smirk and shrugging her shoulders.
She stood up slowly and ran a hand through her hair. She gave a large yawn and stretched out her arms. "An' I need some sleep at SOME poin'...even if it is fer a few winks." She muttered, referring back to her unstable dream patterns and wiping her hands with her face.
Her eyes landed on Eric again and she couldn't help but give a slight smile, still in wonder at how they came to be at all. Evelyn bit her nails a bit and stared about the bare room, walking over to a bare chest where clothing was held. Her hand gently running over it. "Ye know...we should probably make ta keep this place up a bit more. Maybe hire a housekeeper or somethin'..." she suggested. "I mean...if anything's ever been home on land besides my father's shop its been here." She said with a warm smile at Eric.
She couldn't help but sense that something was pulling at his mind a bit and she began to suspect she had said something wrong in the conversation they had been having beforehand. In truth, being married to Eric wouldn't be so bad she supposed...she just never expected herself to truly ever end up with anyone. Besides, the title of marriage almost made her feel she'd be obligated to continue the whole "family" aspect that came with the title.
She bit her nails still, a bit of nervousness passing through her but decided her best escape was to head out of their room where anything could be said. "Erm...maybe we should see 'bout Em and Rick..." she suggested with a brighter tone and then heading towards the door.
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Nov 9, 2004 0:15:35 GMT -5
THIS THREAD IS CLOSED!!! USE THE NEW ONE!!!!
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