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Post by Evelyn on Nov 29, 2004 23:37:17 GMT -5
Evelyn listened intently to Puck with a bit of confusion in her features. She wasn't sure what exactly Puck was talking about and she pondered about what exactly a fae was and how he was a slave. Yet just then Tobbs' screams broke the silence and she stared at the decks and a grimace came over her face. "She doesn' sound too happy mate." She laughed and looked to Puck. Before she knew it however he was gone and she could only guess what he had gone to do.
Evelyn peered around and noted that Eric wasn't upon the decks and she furrowed her curved brows and stood upright. Her neck craned about the ship and he was nowhere to be seen and usually Eric was easiest to spot because he was one of the tallest men upon the ship. Just then Puck reappeared by her side again and she glanced at him. "A bit?" Evelyn said with a laugh and lifted one of her brows. "Er...listen mate...make yerself at home, savvy? I'll most definately be seein' ye 'round, savvy?" And with that Evelyn gave Puck a gently slap on the shoulder and headed off in search of Eric.
At the moment that she didn't see Eric upon the decks she became concerned and only hoped he had gone rummaging around the galley. When she checked and called out his name however he was nowhere to be seen and so she began her search in one of the various cabins. Her heart sank as she was reminded of cabins in general and of the cabin that was now no longer existing. The one they had called home for about a year or so was now in pieces. It was a crushing thought and anger swelled within her again. Not only at the lost Pearl but also the lost drawings and things they had done to make their cabin REALLY theirs.
Her head popped into one finally and she found him there. His tall stature peering out easily from the Port hole and she smiled gently. "Care fer some company?" She asked with a small smile leaving the door ready for her to either leave or stay. She understood Eric liked to have his time alone at times and even though she wanted to be near him at the moment she would gladly leave to give him his space. She brushed back a curl from her face and offered a small smirk hoping he was okay and just needed some time to ponder.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Nov 29, 2004 23:49:05 GMT -5
*Eric glanced over his shoulder at the sound of Evelyns voice and he smiled at her. The sight of her brought back the way he had seen her in his dream and it compelled him to rush up to her. He threw his arms about her and pulled her into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head.* I always care for your company. *He said, his smile growing.
He glanced back out the port hole as he continued holding her close and probably just a little too tight. He could tell that her spirits had risen greatly now that she was back at sea again and at the moment that was all that mattered to him.* Happier now that you're on a deck again? *He asked with a bit of laughter in his voice as he looked down at her. Even he wasn't minding being on the ship so much now that the shock of the sudden move had worn away. She did seem to make life at sea an enjoyable thing for him.
And now it seemed they were on their way to find the medallion they'd heard about in the pub. It had been over a year since their last big "adventure", he figured they could both use another one.*
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Post by Evelyn on Nov 30, 2004 0:00:55 GMT -5
As she was seemingly about to take a step inside anyway, Eric rushed up to her and quickly held her tight. Evelyn blinked at this as she stared into his chest and looked up at him with a broad smile. "Bloody 'ell mate...would ye warn me the next time ye jus' pounce on me like that?" she asked with a soft chuckle. She was pulled towards the port hole while still in his arms. It made her all the suspicious. Eric wasn't really known to just sporadically show her this much affection, and the tightness of his grip was a bit startling.
"Erm...Eric mate...would ye mind loosenin' yer grip before ye strangle me ta death?" she asked as she gave another small laugh. Her eyes sparkled up at him but concern built deep within and she shifted so she could get her arms out from his tightened grip to hold him warmly hoping that she could quell any sort of anxiety's he was feeling. She looked up into his warm brown eyes as he spoke and she enjoyed having his warm, cello of a voice so near. It was so comforting and she smirked. "Yes, I s'ppose so...no better place than on a ship I always say...erm...well I mean BESIDES bein' with you o' course." She said as she squeezed him a bit and lay her head upon him.
"What are ye doin' in here anyway? Came in for a bit o' rest? We did have a busy day I s'ppose..." she said trailing off and pulling away just slightly so that she could scan the cabin and the bed. She ran her hand through his sheared hair a bit and smirked. "Ye know Eric...ye can tell me anythin'...ye know tha' right?" she asked as she let her hand rest upon his cheek and gazed over his face warmly.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Nov 30, 2004 0:10:46 GMT -5
*Eric laughed a little and blushed as he realized he was holding too tightly and he quickly loosened his grip. He smiled back at her as she slipped her own arms around him and he took in a deep, relaxing breath. When she pulled away to survey the room he glanced around it as well. He hadn't really paid it that much attention when he came in to lay down.
A moment later she informed him that he could always tell her anything and he came to realize she knew something was bothering him. How was it that women were always so good at that....or was he just really bad at hiding it? Either way he cleared his throat and fidgeted a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck.* Yeah, I know that. *He said with a bit of a stutter. But he smiled at her.
He wondered whether or not he should just come out and inform her of the nightmares he was beginning to have. But on the other hand she'd lived her whole life with terrible nightmares and she appeared to be doing fine. Finally he decided against it.* Well...when I have something to tell you I'll deffinanty let you know. *He said in a simple tone as he gave a nod with his head.*
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Post by Evelyn on Nov 30, 2004 0:37:08 GMT -5
Evelyn looked up to Eric as he fidgeted a bit and her suspicion. Something was definately wrong, that much was certain. Still, she wasn't about to press him for it. She could do that, of course, and she was certain he'd put up a bit of a fight and she wasn't in the mood to bicker. So, for once in her life, Evelyn put some rational thought to this and decided to see if she could simply guilt him to finally let her know what it was that was beginning to bug him.
Evelyn gave a deep sigh. "Well that's good ta know, because I mean, only when we're completely honest with eachother will things work." She said softly as she approached him again with a gentle smile and warm eyes. He seemed a bit out of place at the moment. Eric always had a rather commanding presence simply because of his size and when angered Eric could indeed be an influential presence. She had seen him when he was angry and it almost frightened her at times. It was as if he became someone completely different and looking from an enemy's point of view, she wasn't too sure whether she would be all too happy to have to fight Eric.
Evelyn approached him again and slipped her arms around him in a secure, needy, hug. Her left hand crept its way towards the back of his neck and almost instinctively it seemed, Eric lowered himself a bit. Evelyn, meanwhile, crept onto her tiptoes and gently brushed her lips against his ear before speaking. "Whatever's botherin' ye mate...'m glad to know ye'll tell me without hesitating." She whispered then kissed his ear gently and then nuzzled his cheek before smiling up at him.
His body was a bit tensed and she could tell he was a bit nerved about something but she supposed if she couldn't get it out of him this way then she'd leave it be. There WERE some things she herself kept from him but they were nothing Eric didn't speculate about anyway she supposed. Eric knew she had experienced horrible nightmares, always had, in fact she recalled several occasions when Eric would wake simply to find her curled up in a corner of the bed.
There were also the other occasions when he had awoken to find her softly sobbing in a corner of the room although that was very rare and only happened when the dream was rather particularly horrible and it seemed to last an age. There were other times too though that Evy would find herself being awoken by Eric. That had happened once, at least to her recollection, and had happened because he complained that she had been clinging to him while shuddering a bit.
Each time however Eric had been more warm and comforting than the last. It was as if slowly he found out exactly how permanent the nightmares were and he too seeemed to finally grow used to it, although he never gave up attempting to quell this condition, something Evelyn admired about him always. Yet, Eric had never had trouble with such a thing so Evelyn was left with nothing but to merely guess at what it could be that was eating away at him a bit. Perhaps his last visit to land got him thinking about how much he indeed missed it, perhaps he was having second thoughts. This was something Evelyn feared every day...
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Nov 30, 2004 20:25:51 GMT -5
(OOC: I told Sarah I would post as her, she won't be getting back until Friday, but wanted to be kept in the RPG.)
Rhys watched Tobbs as she was freed with wide eyes. It looked as though the woman was happy to be free, but confused and seemed to have her mind occupied. She turned and tried to slip away, while Jack unknowingly distracted Tobbs with his presence. However, before she could truly escape she was being commanded to follow behind.
Head down, she meekly followed behind the woman. She had seen the look in her eyes, it was the look of a crazy lady, or a crazy lady plotting something crazy as some would say. However, Rhys was not about to give in to the torture without a fight. Well, atleast not yet.
She was silently plotting on her own, plotting her own escape. Of course she knew she was on a boat and there was only a limited amount of space in which to hide, but she also knew of a few ways to make herself untouchable.
Her head shot up suddenly and she looked at Tobbs, "Was that your stomach I heard growling? You must be starving! In fact the whole crew must be starving! I'll go start dinner... it's been a while since I've been in the galley." Before anyone could say anything, she was gone. She shot through the ship, away from Tobbs and Jack.
With food she was safe. Safe for now.
Sarah woke up rather grogy. It was bright out and cool. She reached around blindly trying to find a blanket to cover herself, but all she felt was air. Her eyes blinked open in surprise and she found herself starring at the sky.
"What is going on?!" she screached, sitting up suddenly. She began to loose her balance and swung her arms blindly; they grabbed on to the sail next to her. With another screetch she realized she was sitting near the mast about 20 feet above deck. There was no rigging near and she had no idea how to get down.
"Someone! Anyone! I need help! Get me down from here!" She called, hoping that someone would hear her and come to her rescue.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 1, 2004 0:54:10 GMT -5
*Erics mouth drooped a bit as Evelyn mentioned complete honesty. He eyed her curiously as she approached him and then hugged him. He slipped his arms about her waist and stooped a little as her hand found its way to the back of his neck. He couldnt help but grin when he noticed her rise a bit from standing on her tiptoes. There always had been a definiate height difference which at first made him wonder if things would be a little difficult. But instead it just made things more interesting.
She whispered into his ear and nuzzled his cheek and his grin faded and he closed his eyes. He knew he should tell her, he wanted to tell her but somehow he felt like he just couldn't. She had enough on her plate to worry about already without him complaining about some nightmare. But maybe if he spoke to her about it, he might be able to get it off his chest and out of his mind. However as he looked at her face it seemed as if the words just wouldnt come.
For a long moment he simply played with her hair a bit, weaving his fingers through it, pushing it out of her face or behind her ear, or messing with the ends. Finally he sighed heavily, shrugging a little.* There is a little something on my mind....I...well I suppose I should tell you I guess. *He said in a voice that showed he was still contemplating what he wanted to do with all this. It had been a horrible nightmare. The vision was bad enough with his family and Ashley, but when Evelyn had come into it, it had become too much to bare and he was thankful he'd woken up.
He wrapped his arms about himself as he chewed his lip for a second and then looked at her, his eyes locking gently upon hers.* Had a nightmare. *He said, almost with a laugh. Nightmares had been an unsual thing for him over the past few years.* I uh...I saw everyone in my family being hung and then I saw Ashley and then....then I saw you. *He said, his face growing very saddened as his gaze lowered a bit and stared off into space.* I mean normally Id be used to that kind of thing, Ive accepted that all those people are gone but....I dunno. When I saw you about to die I had this horrible feeling like I'd just lost everything that would ever mean anything to me....like I'd lost my reason to live. *He said looking at her again.
He fidgited a moment then smiled almost as if he were embarrased and his cheeks grew a faint tint of pink.* Sounds stupid, I know but you really are all I have.... I've lost everything else so I guess....well...I guess I dont see anything stopping me from loosing you too. *He stated. Everyday he feared loosing her, just as he thought he had when he was a boy in London and first found out about the burning of the map shop and the murder of her father. He thought she'd died then too and he barely knew her at that time. That had been painful enough, he doubted he could take it if he lost her again.*
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Dec 1, 2004 20:45:37 GMT -5
Emma was wandering around the deck,performing whatever small tasks her hands could find,when there was a screech from above.She stared upwards,shielding her eyes from the sun's glare with her hand.
"Sarah?'S that you,lass?I'll be right up!"Quickly tying off the rope in her hands,she clambered into the rigging,hands and feet easily finding their places as she ascended towards her friend.It wasn't long until she was up at her level,and flashed the other girl a smile."What'che doin' sleepin' up 'ere,Sarah?Not a place I'd choose,personally,'f I couldn' climb..."
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 1, 2004 23:54:29 GMT -5
Eric looked her over and she only furrowed her brows, her lips parted slightly about to urge him to speak to her onward when he finally broke the utter silence that had begun to push her to break it herself. His words came and Evelyn closed her eyes at the words. He had had a nightmare...nothing too horrible yet...
She moved away from him slowly and turned her back to him, not wishing to see the expression on his face whatever the nightmare should be. She made towards the bed where she gently took a seat upon it, her hand going to cover her mouth and gently opening her eyes again. He relayed his nightmare to her and Evelyn held her breath a bit, suddenly darting her eyes across the plain, splintered wooden floors.
She bit her lip slightly and she found her nails digging into the side of the bed, anxious to hear the outcome of it all. Dreams were always ones deepest fears, she knew this, for it her own darkest fears have latched and shadowed her steps for years upon years and she prayed this would not do this to him.
Her eyes looked over her shoulder and at Eric as he stood there, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, and a crooked grin upon his face as if attempting to make light of the situation. It was a stagnant silence that followed his ultimate words, he had feared losing her, and she gave a deep sigh. It was nothing odd, in this sort of life one could not help but worry. She supposed he had to have known that. Yet, she never wanted to be a burden on him.
Slowly she stood, the small groan from the bed the only sound as she stood there for a few moments, a hand moved to remove the bandana upon her head and allowed it to free her curls which fell over her right shoulder in a cascade. The soft shaft of light that glinted in from the port hole created a gentle pool of light that at the moment gently filtered in upon Eric's crown, softly illuminating his dark blonde tresses. A small smirk crept across her lips and a minute chuckle escaped her. Her bright, sea blue bandana being twisted and run over in her hands as she pondered how to put her words.
"Eric mate..." She cringed at the beginning of it and she shook her head. "No, Eric." She stated, looking up at his eyes and then taking a step forward allowing the sound of her footstep to fade before taking another. "Eric, in life...we may...never know what is to come...." she proceeded as curls swooped past her eyes and needed a moment for her to clear them from her sight. "It seems we both have rather uncertain lives, uncertain destinys, uncertain well...dreams." She laughed and took the bandana, swooped it about his neck and pulled him downward slightly. "Yet...what lies in our heart...THAT IS a certainty."
Her lips met his gently then and she closed her eyes and then slowly opened them as a true grin crossed her lips. "You will NEVER lose me...for I am here." Her hand slowly moved down his neck and then paused upon his breast where his heartbeat resounded steadily. There was a long moment of sincerity there where she simply allowed herself to linger on his eyes and then embraced him warmly, hoping it carried with it all the reassurance she wished to send him.
Her eyes closed as she clung to him, allowing him to be the first to part from her, for it was he, for once...that needed that reassurance that she was here to stay and she more than happy to be on this end of the spectrum...
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Mark Andrews
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Post by Mark Andrews on Dec 4, 2004 21:54:43 GMT -5
Mark walked back down to his cabin and placed Lucky on a small table next to his bed. He pulled the little creature out of the box and fed him a bit of cheese and crackers. He gave him a bit of water and went above decks. He searched for Rhys. He found her and went up to her. He cleared his throught to get her attention/
"Good afternoon Rhys. Great day for sailing. I was...uh....just....I was wondering....if you'd like to have.....if you'd like to have dinner with me....uh.....tonight. I would be right pleased if you said yes....but if you don't...uh....want to I understand."
He didn't understand it...he'd never acted like this in front of a woman before. He had a strange feeling he'd never felt before. He knew he was falling in love with Rhys, only hoped she felt the same. He would find out soon enough. He stood there smiling waiting for an answer. The seconds passed like days....the minutes like a life age. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked upon her face. What a beautiful face it was. He wished he could look upon it till the end of time it struck him so. Suddenly he snapped back to the moment and looked around a bit.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Dec 4, 2004 22:48:43 GMT -5
Rhys looked up from her journey of discovery in the galley when Mark entered. She flashed him a smile, and continued to look through the cuboards while he spoke. She was pulling a pan out and several carrots, when his words finally sank in. She paused and then turned around and watched him for a moment.
Setting the bowl down on the counter she smiled, "I would love to have dinner with you!" The red-head replied happily. However, as she moved to start chopping carrots her grin faded, "I'm not sure if I can, though. I have to make dinner for the crew or else Tobbs is going to get revenge on me some how." She looked down at the carrots in a bit of annoyance.
A moment later, her head popped up, blue eyes dancing with delight, "Unless you'ld be willing to eat a bit later than usual? And possibly help me cook this for the crew?" She smiled at him sweetly, hoping to lure him into staying and helping.
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Mark Andrews
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Post by Mark Andrews on Dec 4, 2004 22:59:44 GMT -5
He was happy with her answer. He moved up and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I'd love to help you make dinner for the crew. I like to think of myself as a chef."
He said as he took a spot next to her. He began to slice some potatos and smiled the whole time.
"That Puck fellow seems odd to me. Doesn't he seem kinda out of place to you? I mean he can't be human...not with talents such as his."
Mark brought up out of the blue. He diced up some potatos and placed them into a pot and began to boil them.
"What are we making any way?"
He commented with a large smile across his face. He loved to be around Rhys. She made him warm inside. It was an odd but enjoyable feeling.
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Rhys Tolen
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Dec 4, 2004 23:07:43 GMT -5
Cheeks turned bright red, when Mark kissed them and she ducked her head to keep him from seeing the surprise and joy on her face. She soon found herself listening to him chat, as she finished cutting up the carrots.
"Puck? What Puck character? I don't think I've run across him, yet." She added the carrots to the boiling water and stared at it for a moment.
"I never did much cooking before I joined the crew, so I'm not very good at it," she explained. She moved towards a different cuboard, where the dried meat was kept. She pulled out some chicken and began to cut it into smaller peices.
"I was planning on making a soup, it's one of the few things I can make. But... dang it! Why won't this chicken cut?!" She glared at it and stabbed it with the knife in her hand.
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Mark Andrews
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Post by Mark Andrews on Dec 4, 2004 23:21:00 GMT -5
Mark blushed a bit when he kissed her. But he couldn't help himself. He put a confused expression on his face when she mentioned not knowing who Puck was.
"He's an odd fellow...I'd advise you to stay away from him...something is odd about him. He's the reason we're here. I just appeared on the deck of this ship tied to the mast...then he let me loose and I haven't talked to him since. Soup sound nice."
He jumped a bit when she thrust the knife into the chicken.
"'ere lemme help you luv. It won't cut well when it's dry like this. You have to trade your butcher knife for this fella 'ere. A seraded edge will cut it just fine."
He said as he handed her a seraded knife.
"You are truely beautiful Rhys. I think I love you."
He hadn't realized he'd spoken his thoughts aloud until it was too late. He had spoken aloud and he knew she heard it. He only hoped she would feel the same. He froze where he stood and looked at her out the corner of his eye.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Dec 4, 2004 23:36:56 GMT -5
Rhys had to remind herself that she was on a ship and that there was no where to run to. She had to stand and deal with this now or she would never be able to. She held the new knife in her hand tightly. Her eyes bore into the chicken and she tried to think.
However, her mind wasn't working. She wasn't thinking clearly, in fact she wasn't thinking. It just wasn't happening. Some how she found her free hand moving to touch Mark's gently. She didn't know what to say to him. She didn't know how to act or what to do.
Yet, she seemed to moving all on her own, without any thought. She soon found herself holding his hand with her free hand, and systematically cutting chicken with the other.
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