Selina
Apprentice/Of the Crew
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Post by Selina on Jan 9, 2005 16:21:51 GMT -5
Selina stared out into the bleak, inky darkness. The clouds had rolled in by now and covered the skies about Port Royale and all was still. She stared our with emerald eyes and pulled her hood over her head. "We anchor here, lower the boats." She stated over her shoulder at the rest of the crew. A small commotion erupted then and she gave a deadly glare at them all. "Quite! We do not want the entire island waking too soon." She commented as the crew scurried about. Her eyes turned to Michael, Tasha, and the rest as she made her way to a boat and climbed in. Michael followed and the rest filled the other boats accordingly.
With deadly glares ahead, quiet rowing, and dark garbs, the crew of under Selina's command slowly inched their way towards Port Royale, ready to catch the slumbering town unawares. She noted there was no sign of the Pearl and she frowned, but remembered that a certain Turner or two lived about the island, and her eyes narrowed as they landed up ahead at the mansion she had remembered as being the home of Will Turner and his new family.
A visit should be in good order, and if she wasn't mistaken, she had heard the Turner clan had recently been cursed with with a child...perhaps she could help them do away with it. Once hitting the land they spread out like a disease, ravaging through the town quietly at first before burning every home, setting a flame in everything, and destroying all that was in their path.
Before long the Commodore himself would be up and about, and so would the Naval forces, Selina smirked evilly and as she made her way up the cold cobblestone towards the home of the Turners she noted instantly that no one was home and she gave a sharp growl. Instead, she would loot the place, destroy the home, take what she wanted, and then when all was destroyed here, would make to find them. The Turners, Jack, and his entire crew...she had vengeance boiling, and nothing would satiate it until it was finalized.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 9, 2005 21:43:47 GMT -5
Emma laughed,grinning over at her friend again as she was accused of not being human.She didn't take the time to reply,though;that would throw off her carefully set rythm.
Nine...Ten...
No matter how hard she tried to keep the pace up,Emma was undeniably feeling the effects now.She closed her eyes for a moment,regaining her orientation as the room started to feel,for lack of a better way to put it,a bit more wobbly than it had a minute before.Don't let your enemy see your weakness...drinking or fighting,it was all about the psyche.She sat as tall as ever,bringing yet another mug to her lips.
After the eleventh,things were seeming decidedly unstable.She pressed her feet against the floor firmly,as though to cement them there,and keep herself from shaking as she reached for a twelfth.
In her state,Emma wasn't totally sure,but she didn't think Evelyn had ever done so well against her.She might actually-NO!Shaking her head,she banished all such thoughts.She was going to win.After all,she was Emma Hawkins!
Thirteen.Everthing was blurry around the edges,and it was now a bit difficult to estimate how her opponent was doing,as she couldn't,precisely,figure out where all her facial features were.Ah,well.Keep going...even though the damned floor won't stay in one place...
Fourteen...Was Evy really still there?Maybe Emma was hallucinating her...She hadn't expected the other young woman to keep going so long,that was certain...
Fifteen...Her fingertips felt numb,and she clenched her fist hard around the handle of the mug to make sure she wouldn't drop it.There were some interesting sensations in her stomach,but she was certain it was nothing that she couldn't handle.No amount of alcohol had made her ill for a number of years,something she was very proud of.It took a lot of work for a young woman to become a Tortuga drinking legend...
Sixteen,and Evy was down!Emma laughed again,assured over her victory,and raised her empty mug.However,the act of doing so was nearly enough to overbalance her.With the last bit of coherence in her mind,she reached for a seventeenth-Seventeenth!-cup.Slowly,she drank the liquid down,relishing the slow churning inside her,as it had come to be so familiar.Then darkness swam up to meet her eyes,and she toppled over onto the floor as well.
"I...w'n..."
Rick sighed,looking up at the sky.There wasn't really much to do for the time being...He looked around for Emma on deck,but there was no sign of the auburn-haired lass.A frown came to his lips.There was one logical,probable,easily thought of conclusion.
He headed down towards the galley.
His suspicions were confirmed,as he heard Eric's voice,and two slurring female voices,one of which was recognizable-to him,at least,having been around the lass since their adolescence-as belonging to Emma.The Scot peered into the doorway at the two girls on the floor,and smirked,running his fingers through his long,dark hair out of habit.
"So...'o won?"
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 10, 2005 1:19:20 GMT -5
*Eric smacked the chair back with his hand when Evelyn choked and sputtered on the rum, figuring that she was about to see the end of her challenge and frankly he wasn't too excited that she had lost. But when she tipped her head back and took a moment to get herself back on track he beamed with pride. She seemed to be holding up better this time then the last, that was a start if nothing else.
He laughed when she exclaimed that Emma wasnt human and he glanced over at the aburn haired woman with a large grin.* Ive gotta agree with her there, mate. *He chuckled, shaking his head. There's a term they use for short people called "little firecrackers." But Emma didn't even fit that label, no she was certainly an entire shipfull of gunpowder. He snapped himself from his thoughts when he heard Evelyn bark out bloody 'ell would ye stay? And at first he thought she was talking to him.* Im not going any--- *He began but realized she was simply yelling at herself.* Oh...never mind. *He grunted, resting his chin on the back of his hands that were folded atop the turned around chair.
The woman continued on into their teens and Erics eyes were begining to droop. It had been a long day and by the looks of things was going to be an even longer night. Maybe, if he could just slip in a quick nap before either of the women noticed he'd be alright. But then suddenly he heard a thump close by and his eyes popped open. He saw Evelyn sprawled out on the floor and he groaned, catching Emma flop over out of the corner of his eye.* Damnit *He muttered, sliding off the chair to examine the two women. They were out cold. He was in the process of prying the mug from Evelyns fingers when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
He stood up and tossed the mug back on the table then sighed heavily as he looked over at Rick.* Emma. But...maybe I'll tell them it was a tie. *Eric said thoughtfully then he grinned as a lightbulb flickered on inside his mind. He had a plan, maybe Rick would go along with it and save both their asses.* Well we both know that if Evy won, Emma would give YOU hell for the next day or so. If Emma won I'd get hell from Evelyn. So....if it was a tie maybe they wouldn't act like they were about to bite our bloody heads off and we'd both get some peace and quiet. What do you say to that? *He asked, stooping over and scooping Evelyn up from off the ground. He couldn't help but laugh at the site of her.*
I better go get her into a bed before she wakes up and tries to get there herself. God knows where'd she'd end up. *He grunted and stalked upstairs to an empty cabin. It didn't feel quite the same without their things. He even found himself missing Evelyns little touches, though he'd never admit to it. Quickly he made her bed and changed her out of her rum stained clothes into an oversized shirt of his. She usually used his old shirts for nightshirts as they practically went down to her knees.
He pulled the covers up to her chest and opened the porthole. He gazed out it at the jet black ocean that quietly reflected the heavens overhead. A cool but comfortable breeze floated in through the open window carrying with it all the smells of the sleepy churning sea. With a content sigh he crawled over Evelyn and laid down in bed beside her. He turned on his side and simply gazed at her for a long time. He reached out and gently brushed a few curls from her face. To this day he still couldnt understand why she didnt find herself attractive. No she wasn't the classic beauty but he was still attracted to her. She had an air about her that he was drawn to, though he couldn't pin point why. Finally he grinned and kissed her cheek quickly before closing his eyes, figuring he better savour the peace while he still had it.*
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 10, 2005 22:21:53 GMT -5
Rick laughed quietly at Eric's comments."Some'ow I doubt it,they'll both be murderous in th' mornin',like as not.Especially with the state their 'eads are gonna be in..."He shook he own head,then walked past Evy and Eric to where Emma was.Putting up with the girl on the mornings after her drinking contests,he reflected,was nothing short of a labor of love.If he didn't love her,he'd have likely killed her by now.Or tried,at least...
Emma's body was light in his arms,more so than it would seem,though it no longer came as a surprise to Rick.Alcohol and perhaps the slightest of sunburns combined to form a soft blush over the ridges of her high,curved cheekbones.Her auburn hair,though tied loosely back with the bandanna he'd given to her so long ago,was long enough that this was really rather insufficient,and it hung down over his arm,bouncing slightly in time with his steps.
She stirred slightly in her sleep,pulling herself closer to his warmth.Her hands,tiny enough that he often joked that she had to have fae blood in her,curled gently around the front of his shirt,and she turned her face into his shoulder.
A sigh escaped Rick's lips as he nudged the door to one of the cabins open with his foot.If only his mother could see him now,rest her soul...with all those talks she'd given him about finding a "nice Scottish lass an' se'tlin' down en th' Isles",she had to be rolling in her grave.Ah,well...he was happy.Frankly,he doubted life would even approach being half as interesting with what his mother termed a "nice lass".
He lay Emma down on a bed,pulling her boots off,removing her sword and her pistols,and pulling the sheets up to her chin.God,but she looked peaceful when she slept...eyes closed,tanned skin tinged slightly pink,soft auburn hair falling heedlessly over her face...
He closed his bright green eyes for a few moments,thinking deeply.Then he leaned down and kissed the girl's forehead.
"Tomorrow...I'll ask 'er t'morrow..."
Then he stood,heading back out on deck.
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 11, 2005 0:01:32 GMT -5
Evelyn groaned only slightly as she lay of the ground. At one point she had pried her eyes open but a sliver and saw through a sparkling eye the immense amount of auburn hair on the floor. Her nose stung and twitched gently, in protest of the harsh stench of rum. It was all very vague, very blurry, and the only thing she remembered was the blurry figure of someone looming over her. Raven hair, dark blonde tresses, brown eyes, but that was it.
When she faded away she fell into blackness and the familiar haunted images of her past. Nothing new, nothing, odd, just chains, a whip, and rather large welts upon her back...she tossed around a bit in protest. Her arms swining out a bit...
After what seemed an eternity Evelyn felt the gentle kiss of the cool breeze and a soft, eerie, glow filled the corner of her eye. There was an intense pain in her head and everything around her seemed a bit slowed. "Gah...bloody 'ell..." she murmered as she brought a hand to the corner of her forehead, gently rubbing it, and then looking down. She noted something immediately, she was in bed. Reacting with slight panic, she shifted away from the warmth next to her slightly only to find a familiar face and furrowed her brows. "Eric?" she asked quizzically, lifting a brown, curved eyebrow.
Her head throbbed, the cool breeze continued, and it did much to quell the swell of sickness she felt passing over her like a violent wave. She simply laid back, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes briefly. She couldn't remember much at the moment. The galley, mugs, rum, auburn hair.
"AH BLOODY 'ELL!" she screamed as she sat bolt upright in bed and her eyes went wide. "Gah!" she cringed as her head pounded further and stared over at Eric. "Did I win?" she asked lifting her brows, turning slightly, and took hold of his sirt. "Tell me...I be'er have won...'r else..." but just before she could finish her phrase a wave of sickness passed over her again and she let go, turning onto her side, and moaning in pain. Her head hung over the side of the bed, so far over in fact that her curly lock fell from their tie and brushed the ships decks.
"God I feel like hell..." she groaned and then hung there. The cool wind whipped right in, combing through her hair and then briskly washing over her face. Pulling herself back up with some help from somewhere, she lay back. "I los' didn' I?" she asked, not truly wanting to hear the answer to it. "Gah! An' I, I...I COULD 'ave kept going...I...I know that...you know that I could have done that, 'cuz...well I could...y'know tha', right?" she asked, not really caring to hear an answer but really just wishing the slamming hurt of loss didn't hurt this damned much.
Evelyn's eyes boiled for a moment, her skin tingled with heat out of pure anger, and she snorted quite loudly, trembling with frustration and immediately turned on Eric. "Gah we're you bloody watching her? I mean...were ye sure she drank EVERYTHIN'?! Knowin' y,y,..." her words came slurred now and her eyes closed slightly with the last few words she uttered. "where was I...?" she said quietly, searching about Eric's chest seemingly for where she had left off. "Oh...righ'...knowin' you, you probably le' her get away with drops in her bloody mug!" she shouted, furrowing her brows, and prodding him in the chest with her pointer finger.
"That's it Eric...I've bloody had it...I..." and turning she made to jump out of bed, springing out, but stumbling and falling with a heavy thud, suddenly noticing how utterly off balance the world was. She made to stand again but slipped and decided crawling was best. "Erm...right...no get up...bad..." she mumbled and scuttered to the wall where she breathed in sharply and held her breath slightly. She looked down at herself then, noticing the large shirt she was in and remembered that at least in her memory, she had never been dumb enough to buy herself such a stark white, large, shirt and suddenly figured it must have been Eric's.
She stubbornly crossed her arms, not wanting to crawl back to bed feebly, knowing that's the only manner in which she would reach it in the first place, and pulled in her legs, covering them with his overly large shirt and then snorting again. The soft moonlight trickling in from the porthole only managed to create a luminous pool upon the floor of their cabin, the rest was dark, and she could barely make out Eric's form at all as he stirred in bed.
She shivered slightly, though remained where she sat. Her chocolate curls falling wildly around her, feet criss crossed at the ankle, nose turned up slightly, but the oddest feeling of guilt settling in. He had no doubt been the one to bring her here in her drunke stupor, no doubt been the one to have changed her, and tucked her in gently. Been the one to even take the chance to sleep next to her when most likely others would have bolted for the door and wouldn't have looked back. Yet he hadn't, and she could only guess that he cared to look over her, despite that she would act stupid and would simply spit on him for it, scream at him, perhaps even outright hit him.
She frowned slightly, felt stupid for a moment, but couldn't bring herself to crawl back to him. Not now when she had created such a scene...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 13, 2005 10:10:00 GMT -5
*Everything was silent as a dreamless sleep took him. It was warm and comfortable inside the small cabin. He stirred slightly as his name echoed softly across the room but didn't wake. However when a loud, rather angry cry tore through the darkness he bolted up in bed, his heart beating so wildly he wondered if he'd have a heart attack.
Evelyn evidently had awoken and had suddenly remembered the contest. When she asked if she won Eric fidgeted nervously and just stared at her, blinking stupidly. She took hold of his shirt and he cocked a brow, but still remained silent. It was one of those damned you do damned if you dont situations that all men dread. If he told her she won to make her happy she'd no doubt gloat to Emma and the lie would be uncovered and she'd bite his head off. If he told her through the truth she'd still be angry and still bite his head off. He suddenly rubbed the back of his neck and gulped.* Well...uh....erm..... *He stuttered uncomfortably.
She suddenly released him and flung her upper body over the edge of the bed and he cringed a little, not exactly looking forward to hearing the sounds of her sharing the rum with the floor boards. However nothing came up and he pulled her back into the bed, doubting she'd be able to do it by herself. He regretted doing this after she began ranting like a mad man and then she turned on him. His face was far from being surprised. He knew how she was when she was drunk and expected no less, though he still didn't enjoy it.
When she stumbled from the bed, fell, and curled up in a corner of the room he watched her curiously. Had he acted like this all those years ago after his first drinking contest with an old friend, Braden? He frowned a little then slipped from bed and cautiously went over to her, like a child approaching a dog whose mood is unreadable. As he reached her he lifted her carefully and set her back in the bed. Plopping down beside her he sighed, looking at her intently.* Well......it was close. *Was all he could say.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 15, 2005 1:03:50 GMT -5
Evelyn sat there with a stubborn frown on her face. She was angry at the moment, frustrated she had lost, and even more upset that she had barked at Eric in the first place. He didn't need any of this, that she knew, but her pounding head retorted that someone needed to be blamed and it sure as hell wasn't about to be herself. She had spied him approaching her cautiously and gave a half groan as he made his way closer. Biting her tongue and tensing as he lifted her gently, she rolled her eyes and only muttered incoherently.
When he spoke again, her eyes shot towards the port hole, hoping the silvery, glow of the moon would somehow calm her and force her to not bite his head off right then and there. "Liste mate...a' this poin'...nothin' ye say'll help..." she barked, curling into herself, and scooting as far to the edge of the bed as possible, but even that only left a gap between her and Eric of a few inches. When Evelyn was angry and frustrated like this it was difficult for her to channel it and just let go. If anything, she tended to lash out at the ones she least wanted to, and that too built upon the already unpleasant mood she felt.
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the cabin walls and she gave a sigh. "I mean...jus' don' say a word, savvy? I lost, I lost, there's nothin' I can do I suppose." She groaned and a frustrated watery substance filled her eyes. As she blink her eyes stung, and she wiped at them, before moving away from him further. If it were up to her she would move to a whole differen cabin, but Evelyn knew in the end Eric might simply get hurt further by that action, although she would only do it in the first place to benefit himself. She didn't want him to be on the recieving end of her wrath. It wouldn't be fair to him, although she needed something to hate, something to tear to shreds.
The pounding in her head worsened and she shut her eyes tightly trying to force it away, her vision continued to faze in and out for a few moments, and a prickly sensation filled the whole of her body. Evelyn was a prideful person, and losing was not something she took lightly.
Taking one last breath, she curled tightly into a ball, clutched her pillow for dear life, sniffled slightly, and attempted to fall asleep, hoping perhaps her temper MIGHT calm in the morning, although, knowing herself all too well, suspecting that festering heart would still linger...
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jan 17, 2005 18:22:20 GMT -5
MY APOLIGIZES!!! I've not been around lately...life in general has been a bit of a crazed mess....and now it's starting to just get back in order.....I'll be around a bit more often....so in light of this....
THIS THREAD IS CLOSED! I'M MAKING ANOTHER ONE!!!
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