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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jan 17, 2005 18:26:37 GMT -5
This'll take place....maybe about a year after El Dorado. And We'll be visiting Port Royale.
Jack Sparrow and Co have been "peacefully" sailing the Caribbean for nearly a year now. Carefully keeping an eye on Port Royale and waiting for word on Will and Elizabeth's child. It's around this time when news reaches them about the Turner child they decide to visit the sleepy fort and enjoy themselves. And harass the stationed Navy and Norrington of course. (I mean honestly, it's fun)
However a traitor makes their way onto the Black Pearl there. When Jack and his crew get out of the harbor, the ship is set on fire and explodes. (Yes, I destroyed the BLACK PEARL! *plays dramatic music*) Jack is furious, as is to be expected,and sinks into a depression of sorts. Finally while in Port Royale he and Will hear an old legend. A old medallion that can turn back time. Of course this could very well be true, after all Jack and his crew have seen it wouldn't exactlly be a far stretch. But the problem is this. The Medallion was broken by it's makers. Three pieces spread across the Seas. The pieces have to be found and united before it can work, assuming of course it does. Jack wants to use the medallion to reverse time and save his beloved ship. But the medallion was destroyed for a reason. The power to change time is not something to be taken lightly. And in the hands of a pirate, no matter how noble the cause, its a dangerous thing. NOTE: It's worth saying and mentioning the origins of this plot. "All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you." It was a rather odd thing that I was listening to the POTC soundtrack while looking at A ROTK trailer. And that wonderful quote from Gandalf is what gave this rpg its heart.
Rules: 1. no spamming 2. ALWAYS STAY IN CHARACTER 3. NO cursing!!!! 4. Common curtesy is a must 5. NO GODMODING (unless otherwise stated) 6. have fun maties
Current Going Ons: The crew has been transported to a ship, via Puck and all his madness. Mark is a aboard, as are the Turners, including James. I just realized we've not given a name to the Medallion we're after. So I'm giving it a name after a Persian god. Don't ask why. It just seems right.
I'm calling it the medallion of Ahura Mazda. For a little back ground history on said god...here you go. He's one of the top gods in Persian myth....all wise and all knowing. A god dedicated to the destruction of darkness and lies. His symbol was a winged disc....and that is what the Medallion will look like. A gold circle with two wings, which have been broken off and we'll find them. Savvy?
All righty then, so that's the story, lets go and have some fun then shall we?
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All right! So we've all been kinda gone a while..and the RPG slowed majorly....I am sorry for my lack of participation in the matter.....and I'll be back more often soon...alright? But because of this...I'm planning a bit of a small time jump....which shouldn't effect much but it'll move the game along...savvy? Hope this works!!!
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jan 17, 2005 18:36:21 GMT -5
:::Jack had sailed the "borrowed" ship now, for a few days...it had almost been a week....and he was beginning to grow more and more convinced that the crew would begin to get restless....that the whole thing would end in a mess...:::
:::not typical Jack thinking methods...but after loosing the Pearl...he began to loose hope.....before....Barbossa had taken it....it had been lost to him but there was still chance of reclaiming it......now..it was destroyed.......gone..maybe it was time to let go of it......turn this ship around and head to Toprtuga where he'd let the crew off and sail off someplace alone.....he'd done it before.......he'd do it again......only this time he wouldn't come back......::
:::a life without his Pearl wasn't worth living......:::
:::He was in the mist of these dark unhappy thoughts when he spotted what he was looking for........land.......a port to refill supplies....:::
:::after a brief stop on land and using some luck to win money, and in turn using that money to buy supplies they were off again....with Jack still doubting the justifications for putting all of their lives in danger.......many of his crew had the possibilities for what the Turners had......a normal life......kids.......Jack would never have that.....he was too deep in in lifestyle......:::
::No matter how much gold he had........what clothes he wore.....or where he could live......he'd still be a pirate.....it was branded into him as surely as the "P" had been burned into his arm.....he'd never change.......but he wasn't stupid either.....he knew at any time he could turn around...change all this and let his crew off someplace to go in search a better life........:::
:::It was this thought that made him look out at the horizon, then turn around and look over his shoulder. Ahead of him the sun was just beginning to set, gold and red.......behind him he saw a deep blue and black night......and the waters looked troubled......better to go forward then back....:::
:::Sighing to himself he drove forward....he would seek out the small island he'd heard of.....The Island of the Dying Sun.....he'd heard of the place a long while ago...a snippet of a legend....but he'd find it.....it was the only thing he had left to hope for......:::
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 17, 2005 23:17:27 GMT -5
Several days had passed since the drinking contest,and Emma's head had stopped spinning and pounding and whatnot.Hopefully,Evy had had time for her pride to heal at least partially.The daily routine of chores no one had to be told to do anymore was nothing new,but something still felt wrong.
It was something in the general atmosphere.The crew was separated from their ship,their home...But none of them had been with the Pearl as long,had had as deep a connection with it as Jack.
Emma,truth be told,was starting to worry about the man.Usually,she didn't bother;he had survived longer than she as a pirate,as a legend among pirates...When he needed help,it tended to be glaringly obvious.But somehow,separated from the Pearl,Jack wasn't acting like the chaotic ball of charisma and cheap alcohol that Emma had come to know over the years.
She leaned back against the railing,watching the older man.
"E's been actin' strange,eh?"
A nod was her reply.She didn't have to turn her head to recognize Rick's voice."What d'ye reckon we should do?"
He paused,his bright green eyes thoughtful.The breeze teased his dark,long hair,worn for once out of its customary ponytail.He was considering tying it back up already,as he hated dealing with it being so unruly.
"Talkin' to 'im sounds like a logical step,"He replied finally."Ya've known th' man longer,Em,go ahead...I'll be 'ere..."
She nodded again,pushing herself out of her leaning position and walking quietly over to where the Captain stood.Emma flashed Jack one of her most winning smiles.
"Copper for yer thoughts,mate..."
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jan 17, 2005 23:35:56 GMT -5
:Jack glanced over at Emma, then took maybe a half second to slip a mask of playful amusement over his face:: "They're not worth that much..." He said with a laugh and gestured to the horizon::
"wonderin' about how long it'll take us to get to the island I'm lookin' for....wonderin' how long it'll take you and Evy to get drunk enough to start seeing pink monkeys......other then that...not much going on up here...keep yer copper....."
::And that of course, would be his response, until he felt like sharing his thoughts......and that normally didn't happen often. He was too deep in wandering the darker depths of his mind to invite anyone to explore with him just now:: "You think the wind will hold strong for another day or so? Should put us in range of where I think we're headed if it does........"
::and that was his gentle way of telling Emma he welcomed her company, but wasn't ready to talk just yet about what was really on his mind....:: "We're in for a storm in another three days....hopefully we'll be on land by then......"
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Puck
Councellor/First Mate
What Fools these Mortals be!
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Post by Puck on Jan 17, 2005 23:41:02 GMT -5
::Puck had been fine for the first day or two, until he'd been struck with raging seasickness::
"Why won't this thing stop rocking?!" He moaned when he came on deck, his skin taking on a delicate green tint as he stumbled for the side of the deck. It seemed that the fae was not completly unlike humans. He was just as sick as one would be normally.::
::After a few minutes of undignifed retching that sounded like a few cats coughing up hairballs all at once, he leaned back over the side and then asked of nobody in particular:: "Any hope of making this blasted ship more livable?"
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 18, 2005 15:02:09 GMT -5
*Eric eyed Evelyn with a bit of an annoyed look upon his face as she barked at him again. He hated when she was like this but it was something she did, it wouldn't change and so he dealt with it. He was getting better at it to say the least.* Fine then I'll just go back to sleep. *He muttered, rolling over so his back was to her as he laid back down upon his pillow. Though he grew quiet his dark eyes were still open, boring into the wall.
He felt her move away from him even more and for a moment he pondered just climbing out of bed himself and going elsewhere. Finally with a heavy sigh he sat up and carefully climbed over Evelyn, trying to disturb her as little as possible. He wasn't exactly in the mood to loose a limb over bumping into her while she was this angry. Quietly and without saying anything he gathered up clothes for the following day and walked out of the cabin.
For the next couple of nights in a row he chose to sleep in a cabin alone and was practically avoiding conversation with Evelyn. Sure he would work beside her or find himself sharing a task with her but very few words would escape his lips. It wasn't the fact that she had snapped at him that was bothering him, nor was it the fact that she had gotten unbelievably drunk. It was the pure and simple fact that she wouldn't let him help her when he wanted to. This bothered him.
He was walking past Puck when he heard the fae ask if there was any way of making the ship more livable. He snorted and paused, looking the guy over.* I doubt it. But if anyone could do it I'd think it would be you. *He answered, giving him a quick slap on the shoulder blade. When Jacks words of a storm reached his ears he frowned a little, leaning on the railing to glance out at the sky. Seemed like the Captain was right. Glancing over his shoulder in the general direction of where he figured Evelyn was he sighed, shook his head, and looked back out at the horizon.*
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Post by Will Turner on Jan 18, 2005 15:12:05 GMT -5
*Will and Elizabeth had spent much of the trip trying to entertain James and keep him from getting into trouble. The later of these tasks was beginning to prove impossible. The small boy was crawling around the cabin investigating everything he could get his little hands on. And whenever he was up on deck it became a task just to keep him from climbing through some hole and falling into the water.
Will glanced over at the small bed in their cabin and sighed in relief when both Elizabeth and James were sleeping soundly upon it. He stooped over and gently kissed his wifes forehead then stroked James cheek with his finger before quietly slipping out of the room.
He made his way up on the docks and spotted Jack talking to Emma. He caught the word storm just as he aproached them and frowned, resting his elbows on the railing.* A storms coming? *He asked in more of a statement then a question really. Slowly a smile crept over his lips and he eyed Jack out of the corner of his eye.* Ah, oh well. It'll be interesting if nothing else. *He laughed. Storms never failed to be interesting when you were with this Captain and crew.*
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Puck
Councellor/First Mate
What Fools these Mortals be!
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Post by Puck on Jan 18, 2005 15:31:39 GMT -5
:at the slap Puck's face grew purple and he retched over the side of the ship again, he just heard Eric's comment as he walked below deck::
"Livable....." He muttered, and closed his eyes to think...:: "Yes...livable.......livable....all right then....."He focused and collected what was left of his innards and shook his head::
"first...make someoplace.....more comfortable....." :he zipped below deck and found an empty cabin. "Let's see......more like...home...." He snapped his fingers....and the room became....a bit more like the faes home.....:::
:::The floor had become grass and soil....flowers were springing up from the ground of their own accord....a small bush here and there....even a small tree....and a couch sort of bed with a number of brightly colored pillows, candles floating around in the air.....a silver harp playing eerie music.....a normal fae room.....if you wanted to call it that......::
:::after looking this over he flew back up on deck and went stright over to the Turner's bedroom....Elizabeth was asleep...James was just coming out of a slumber...no doubt ready to try and cause havoc. Poor Turners....they needed a rest:: "Come on now little James.....let Uncle Puck keep track of you for a while..what do you think?"
::With a grin he gathered up little James, and the baby gurgled happily. Puck grinned and took James to a cabin next to his parent's room, and checked to be sure it was empty.:: "Right then, little pirate......you're going to drive your parents mad with worry one day...so...lets see if we can't keep you amused....."
::With a flick of his fingers he had turned the room into a overly squishy room for toddlers. The walls had become....for lack of a beter world....padded......with sky blue cushions.....the floor was soft and springy, and a riot of colors...mainly blues and golds and some green.....all over the place were toys that rattled and clanged and glittered.....and from someplace music of happy melodies played:: "Here now...go play....." Puck said and set the baby on the floor::
::He hovered around watching James, and conjured up a fleet of mini ships...half British war ships...half pirate ships, and had them float through the air...having a small battle, in which cannons shot red glitter and when one ship exploded, it burst into bubbles:::
::Watching James play made him feel a bit better, so he elected to stay below to stay sane....::#nosmileys
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jan 18, 2005 15:36:56 GMT -5
::Jack gave Will a smile:: "Aye...always a interesting journey...." He said and smirked:: "Care to take a bet on who'll fall overboard?"
::it almost always happened...one of the crew would go overboard in a storm...but it'd become so normal that the crew knew what to do......tie a rope on yourself and jump in after them....:::
::With a curious look he watched Puck come on deck looking sick, only to go below and and disappear for a long while before long Jack could hear music....the weird creature must have found something to keep himself amused:::
"Well..not a bad storm....I've seen worse....." Jack said idelly.:: "Some heavy wind and rain.....no really lightening....or thunder...."
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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 Jan 19, 2005 23:33:56 GMT -5
The dinner with Rhys was an enjoyable memory for Mark. It had been over a week ago. He spent most of his time designing new weapons, or reading. He also took up writing and began to write a story loosely based on his life. Not much had happened on this trip yet and he was begginning to grow restless...this band of misfits never went more than a few days without something of interest happening. He got up out of his bed and popped a smile to Lucky. He walked up deck and found Sam. He could only imagine how board the lad must be...afterall he didn't really know anyone here.
"Hullo there mate. How do you like the trip so far?"
"Hey Mark. The trip? Been boring as hell I'm affraid. If something doesn't happen soon I think I'll just toss myself overboard and let the sharks have me...at least it's something to do."
"I know what you mean. I still don't really know where we are going...or if we are really going anywhere. I suppose it is safe now for me to mingle with the others. It has been quite a time since I....well....you know. I don't expect them to forgive me, but I do expect them to listen to me. I'm sure they have done fowler things...but that is not for me to say. I feel you'll get your action soon...but remember this...never go looking for trouble."
Mark said. He looked out over the ocean. It began to bore him really...something he thought would never happen. He hoped the trip would take a more interesting turn. He climbed up in the crows nest and took a look around. He sat down and pulled out his small leather covered notebook from his vest pocket and began to write:
" The young man felt utterly alone in the world. Though he was surrounded by so many people he felt alone. Then he met her. She sparked life back into the burned out soul. There was something....that something about her that he loved most...though he could not put his finger on it. Was it her smile? The way she looked at him with mysterious eyes so deep? Or was it the way she spoke to him? He did not know...and at the moment did not care what it was for he started into her eyes and she stared right back into his. It was as if time did not excist and that all the world around them was a dream. He still wondered though if she could ever give him her full heart...she seemed as though she wanted to...but for some reason....some unkown reason...seemed scared to give it to him."
He looked up from the pages...he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and let out a yawn. He didn't know what would happen next, but he hoped it would end with a happily ever after.
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 20, 2005 23:06:18 GMT -5
(*cackles violently* Hehe, here's my little novel...a result of having finals all week and finally being able to have SOME sort of free time. ) After several days Evelyn continued to sulk. The after effects of the heavy use of rum had faded completely by now, but her pride still ached, having to be in everyone's constant company was a bit frustrating, and now, she almost wished she had had this small episode of shame passed upon a larger plane of area. Here she could only find nooks and cranny's to hide one, and having travelled for merely a few days now it was difficult to find these places. An aching feeling would be stirred then, because she would remember the Pearl, and how she knew it like the veritable back of her hand. Rolling flat on her back from staring at the wooden walls of her cabin, she let out a sigh, and roughly rubbed her face with her hands. She had attempted to gain a few hours sleep, but found even in the day, she was having hardships, battling an insomnia that had developed ever since the night of her drunkeness. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but she was far too angry at most people to truly care to think about. The ship then rocked a bit violently, and she was torn from her thoughts. Honey eyes stared up into the ceiling and she managed to roll out of bed. Plopping her feet on the ground she made towards her porthole and stared out, marble, silver skies were overhead. Not a good sign, at least from her experience. Giving a bit of a mutter she headed out, deciding avoiding the crew in itself, was simply unavoidable, so she'd just have to put on a brave face around them. Once up on deck she immediately shivered as a result of a chilly breeze, tossing her curls sideways gently. The Captain was at the helm and she gave a slight frown as she knew something was off in him, but she expected it was probably the taxing issue of not having the Pearl. Jack had always loved that ship, probably more than anything else in life. Sweeping her eyes across the ship she spotted Emma and Rick and forced a small smirk in place, though didn't dare meet their gaze. Instead, she tore them away, making an invisible barrier around their eyes, making certain to never meet, afraid they might see the shattered pride that still was yet to be rebuilt. Making her way across the decks, the corner of her eye spotted Eric and she let out a bit of a muffled groan. Ever since he'd abandoned her that night she awoke sober and clearly informed that he'd rather not deal with her. She supposed he had that right of course, he didn't have to be here in the first place if he didn't want to be and staring off in the distance, that piece of land far off seemed to be his signal off if he wanted. In the past few days he had said little words to her but she hadn't responded in any manner. She felt almost abandoned really, and his attempts to speak to her weren't worth enough to respond to. Besides, deep in her heart, at least for the moment, she couldn't find a reason to. He had left without a word, never said a reason why he'd left. He had left her plain and simple. Recalling the morning after she remembered feeling rather empty and guilty, not knowing too many mornings without at least his breath upon her face. Evelyn had learned over the last couple years that when he went into his silent states, it was usually due to something major. Eric wasn't a man to keep grudges, to hold something against you for extended periods of time unless it really hurt him. His frowns, when stacked, were only paper thin, his warmth emanating and fighting off any other sour feeling. She had come to the conclusion though, she had struck a chord somewhere and she frowned a bit. Maybe she had gone too far with her drinking? Maybe she had said something completely uncalled for...but...no...Eric had to have had a bit more sense than to take anything she had said in her drunken state seriously. Seeing nothing needed tending to, and as she wasn't exactly speaking much to any of them in her rather angry, bitter, mood she decided upon simply pulling up a crate, one which was dragged from the base of the mainmast towards the gunwalls, and taking a seat. There was nothing else to do now really but ponder and wait. Folding her arms across the top of the sides of the Pearl she settled her chin upon them and stared out, passing over the gentle whipping and lashing of the curved, crests, of the waves, pounding upon the sides of the ship. Meticulously, her eyes passed over the waves, enjoying the brilliant different facets of color that sprang through, brilliant, emerald, greens, royal blues... Giving a bored sigh she rested her elbow upon the gunwalls, and placed her plump cheek in her palm. Gazing to her left she couldn't help but settle her eyes briefly on Eric, rolling her eyes slightly. "His problem." She muttered in frustration. Looking back out to the horizon she stared at the line that definitively split the sky and the sea. Looking towards the Port she decidedly stood, looked towards Jack for a moment, and gave a bit of a shout. " 'Ey Jack mate! We'll have ta stock some rum next time we dock, I think we're runnin' low." She commented, a slight smirk in place, but quickly fading as she abruptly reminded herself she wasn't in a good mood. Tossing one last glance Eric's way and at the others, she disappeared below decks, heading back towards the galley, hoping to perhaps wash away or at least eat her way into a better state.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 23, 2005 22:55:06 GMT -5
Emma's bluegreen eyes darkened slightly as Jack spoke,but she gave no other indication of anything being wrong.Jack had the right to keep his own secrets,same as the rest of them.And Rick,she reflected.He'd been acting strange about something,especially since they'd been around the Turners.Then again,Rick was just strange....
"'Ey,mornin',Will..."The young woman stretched lazily,yawning a bit,then flashed a grin at her friend."Aye,well,y'know...We're an interestin' bunch,us.I think it's part of the pirate job description,if ye read the fine print...somewhere between drunkard and really bad egg..."
Her eyes darted to the sky to confirm what Jack had said about the weather.Not that she doubted him for a moment...as a matter of fact,she was simply surprised that she hadn't noticed it before.Oh,well...one certainly had to be on one's toes at sea.A knife in the back and alcohol overdoses weren't all that could do a person in...
Just then,Evelyn came back on deck.Emma hadn't seen her since the drinking contest,except for a few glances of her skulking about in whatever dark corners were readily available.She walked towards her crewmate,then stopped.Why had Evy been acting so strange?Was it her fault?Was Evelyn mad?She pondered this for a few moments,then made her way back over to Rick,setting to work untangling the lines.She'd talk when Evy seemed to be in a better mood,or at least give her a little more time to cool down....
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 30, 2005 0:49:12 GMT -5
Evelyn headed down into the galley and soon found herself rummaging around for the rum. She hadn't had a thing to eat so far, come to think of it she hadn't had anything solid in her system for about a whole day now, rum was all that would suffice for now she supposed. Taking a seat on a barrel, she soon found the rum cache and withdrew an emerald, dusty, bottle. "Mm, here we go then." She half grunted, as she bit the corked top off, spat it into a corner and began draining the liquid into her flask.
Her eyes glanced around. An apple sat at the center of the table as well as a few pieces of toast but she shrugged. Her mind wandered a bit, she wondered where Puck was at the moment. Turning her eyes back, she found it was filling to the very top and Eve ceased the pouring instantly, setting the bottle upon the counter next to her and capping off the flask. As she did so, her eyes landed on the bottle. "Halfway full..." she thought, giving a smirk. "Ah, what the hell, might as well finish it off." She supposed, taking the bottle by the neck and draining it to the very last bit.
She wiped her lips, gave a stern nod, and then placed it neatly back in the crate. "Who needs breakfast, I always say." She said with a slight burp in satisfaction, and then swung her leg off the barrel and headed back towards the deck. Actually she had always been one to stress the need of real fuel in oneself before the beginning of a day. She had stressed it to Eric day after day. She had been concerned greatly on how he would adjust to the sea life and had just now, as she made her way back on deck, noted that he wasn't all that great with a blade yet. She frowned at this and shook her head.
She made her way towards the main mast and leaned against it as her honeyed eyes stared out idly to sea again. A silvery-gray sky still painted blatantly over them and she frowned slightly. The wind picked up once more and she took a swig of her flask before speaking. "Mornin' Em, Rick. Hope you two are doin' well." She half grunted, but said with a slight smirk.
If she was going to get over her slight disgruntled attitude over losing to Emma, she might as well be the first to speak to her.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 30, 2005 19:44:13 GMT -5
*Eric caught Evelyn slipping below decks out of the corner of his eye and turned to follow her when suddenly he stopped and chewed his lip thoughtfully for a moment. Should he go and talk to her now or let his problem fester a little longer? He didn't want them to get to the Port on no speaking terms but he was still upset about the other night. Decidedly he leaned back against the gunwall and crossed his arms.
He turned again to face the sea and pulled out a small pocket knife. He began carving random designs in the railling out of boredom. It wasn't the Pearl so he doubted anyone would care if he roughed it up some. Carving was one of the few things he could do with a blade. But when it came down to real fighting the advantage usually wasnt on his side. Most of the crew had been taught early on in life how to use swords or pistols. But Eric grew up differently and had learned things like the piano and horseback riding. Fighting and drinking had never been his things and yet here he was now, on a ship, a member of a pirate crew, surrounded by people who excelled at those things. With a shrug he figured someday he'd learn.
He was torn from his thoughts when Evelyns voice pierced the air from somewhere near by. He glanced over his shoulder and spotted her talking to Rick. He grunted a little, unable to hide a small grin. She was evidently making the first moves to get over the loss of the drinking contest. Hoping that things would be less uncomfortable for him to approach Evelyn after she'd talked to Emma and Rick for a while he walked off.
Glancing up he noticed Mark sitting up in the crows nest. It had been ages since he really talked to the guy, he figured now would be a better time then any. Quickly he scrambled up the mast and took a seat in the cramped nest beside Mark and grinned crookedly.* 'Morning mate *He said simply.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 30, 2005 19:57:32 GMT -5
Evelyn crossed her arms as she leaned against the main mast, tossing a glance at the raven haired and auburn headed duo before returning to her nails. Eyeing them a bit judgmentally she contined to chew upon the tips, spitting out bits and pieces of 'em over the side of the ship. In her task of tediously keeping her nails a satisfactory length, she noted as Eric made his way up towards her and for a moment, she thought he would be coming to speak to her.
She jumped slightly, and crossed her arms as if waiting to hear what might escape his lips, but blinked instead in surprise as instead he made to climb his way towards the crow's nest, where the swaying of the wind displayed Marks' brown locks and she supposed he was going to have a little chat with him instead. Shaking her head in slight disappointment, she murmered a bit out of the corner of her lips. "Bastard."
She placed the sole of her boot against the mast as she leaned her back against it once more, continuing to gnaw away at the already barely there fingernails. With a brief pick up of the wind she shook her head slightly, shaking away the tendrils that swept across her face. Peering her eyes back up at Emma and Rick she gave a heavy sigh. Finding it even more difficult to speak to them now that she and her own counterpart were on bitter terms while they seemed as much in bliss as ever.
Come to think of it, Evelyn couldn't recall many occasions when Emma and Rick had been involved in a bit of a bickering feud, or had tossed any cross words eachother's way. In fact, they were perhaps the most peaceful, towards eachother that is, pirates she had ever known, and it sat awkwardly with her, though she wasn't quite sure why.
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