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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 14, 2005 2:08:03 GMT -5
*Eric nodded as he made his way out of the water and took a seat beside her. He stretched his legs straight out in front of him and placed his hands behind him a little bit to keep himself propped up. Glancing back over at her he smiled.* I did, I thought about you a lot. *He answered.
When she began to talk about David again Eric found himself feeling a slight bit of jealousy over the man, though he didn't know why. Eric had her now so why would that possibly bother him? He supposed it was because of the same reason Ashley bothered her. It was another person in Evelyns life that had her attention when Eric didnt. However she had obviously mentioned Eric to this David guy for the lad questioned her about him. Eric himself had never said too awful much to Ashley about Evy. He had told of how they had been friends for that brief period of time, how she had taken him in out of the cold but he never told her that he had still thought about her. Somehow he figured the woman just wouldnt have liked that idea much. He was different around Ashley then he was around Evelyn. Around Ashley he had always had this feeling in the back of his mind that he had to act like some great prince of a man who would ride in a white horse brandishing a silvery sword and take away all her fears and doubts. He felt he had to uphold a certain level that at times he found to be rediculous. But with Evelyn it was completley different. He could be himself with all his flaws and she would love every bit of him regardless. He cherished this in her, it let him know that around one another they were as real as they could be.
Evelyn talked on about these moments in her past and when she had said that she thought of Eric on the Devils Wrath, had held onto him as her only hope he smiled warmly, gazing at her in a way that he never had before.* I'm glad I was your hope, Evelyn. And if I can...I'll always try to be. *He stated, moving a soaked ringlet from her face and shoving it behind her ear.* When I lost Ashley I thought everything was over. I just...I wanted to die and yet even though at the time I had thought you were dead somehow I felt like I should keep going...just incase. *He stated, realizing for the first time that she had been his own sense of hope as well. Of all the people that Eric had lost in his life, it was always Evelyn that plagued him the most. When he walked away from her for that year he'd become almost like a zombie. It was almost like he couldn't live without her, he knew he couldnt.
Loosing her would be too much for him. He'd never be able to handle it. As she nudged his shoulder with her cheek he heard her sniff and glanced down at her. He saw a tear roll down her cheek and he smiled slightly, kissing the top of her head as he wiped it away with his thumb. Feeling that words weren't needed at the moment he stayed silent, slipping his arms about her securely and resting his cheek atop her head. As the sun faded away and the night draped about them like a velvet cloak he closed his eyes and sighed fondly.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 14, 2005 2:34:03 GMT -5
She sensed the change in Eric's tone as he spoke to her again. She gave a sincere, appreciative smile as her tears silently plowed their way down her cheek. He pushed a ringlet out of the way and she gave a heavy sigh as she rested her head on his shoulder still. "Good to hear, luv." She simply stated without going any further. Moments like these further pressed upon her exactly how deep their care for eachother ran. Mentioning Ashley's name Evelyn cringed slightly, she'd always felt a bit strange whenever he mentioned her. Just knowing he had once loved someone else just as deeply was a bit unsettling really.
Staring out she noted the dark clouds coming their way again, the waters became a bit grayed and she wondered briefly, how heavy the storm was that was about to inevitably hit them.
Evelyn then felt Eric's thumb gently rub her tear away. Eric's hand had always been a bit rough, having been a blacksmith for a time he was used to working with rough material and exerting much strength to work with it, but he had adjusted to her. His embraces, as a result of such hard work, made his embraces a bit tighter at times as well, but he seemed to have learned slowly how to perfect exactly how much strength he exerted on her. At the moment however, when it counted, his touch was perfect.
He pulled his arms around her and she was content simply to rest there, her head against his shoulder, her hands resting over his arms as they embraced her. The waves rolled in and brought with it a cool, refreshing, feel as they sat upon the hot sands.
She didn't need to say a thing but she knew Eric understood how much she appreciated what he was doing. He was finally finding out the best way to help Evelyn was to simply not say a thing at all, but show her how much he cared. She took up one of his hands and kissed it lovingly before letting it fall back around her waist again. She would rest there against him all night, whenver Eric was ready to go was perfect for her.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Feb 14, 2005 21:20:07 GMT -5
(((*has caught up on the lovebirds' rmantic scenario and wipes a tear as Valentine's candy hearts shower down* "Thiiiiis is the night, such a beeaaautiful night..." *tosses some spaghetti in and lady and the tramp* ))) Tobbs had finished cooling off and swam back to shore, only a bit intoxicated, but thankful for it. Felt good to have rum in her system. And she was contemplating searching out some more tonight. Rinsing off with some freshwater she'd gotten in canteen like jug, she put the new clothes and boots on and tied back her hair into a loose pony.
After a sigh of satisfaction, she smirked at the thought of another tavern. With her, being drunk made her either irrational and enraged or cocky and quite "sociable". That wasn't to say she was going around and picking up random men from off the streets, it was simply that she'd be overly friendly than usual. After all, Tobbs wasn't miss compassionate in the first place, and she had Jack now- she loved him, and just the thought of him kept her in line.
But, being that she wasn't really angry about anything, her smirk slipped into a satisfied smile as she spotted an inn after a few minute's walk back to town. Tobbs strolled right in, nodding to the bartender and quickly ordering another mug of rum. When she received this, she spotted a group of men at a table playing cards and seated herself right in the middle of them.
'Who invited you, missy?'
"Why, I believe that would've been myself. Whatcha gonna do, kick me out of the card game? Yer always in need of another 'and, raises the bettin' and I find it makes things much more enjoyable!"
A grunt meant she could stay, and after swallowing a rather large amount of rum, she slammed it down on the table and picked up her newly dealt cards. She glanced to the right and to the left, her eyes setting aflame with entertainment.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Feb 14, 2005 23:00:42 GMT -5
{ooc= Elizabeth I kind of npc you. If you don't want me to I will change my post}
Mark watched Sam walk past him and then noticed a dark figure follow him. He didn't think much of it at first but then remembered that there were people after him. He lost sight of Sam and stood up quickly. He saw Elizabeth walk off in the direction he had last seen Sam. He followed her till she came to a cave. He thought it was odd that no one was guarding the entrance. He followed her in and followed close behind till she found Sam lying unconcious in a small room. He tapped her on the shoulder softly.
"Elizabeth. It's me...Mark. Don't worry about Sam. He'll be okay. Trouble is, we gotta figure out how to get him out of here. Wait! shhhhhh."
Mark fell silent as he heard foot steps approaching. Suddenly 6 armed men in black cloaks and turbins were in the room.[/color]
"What the 'ell is goin' on in 'ere!? Kill them!"
Mark quickly drew his sword and stood at the ready. Two men rushed him and he charged back. He drove his blade into ones chest and punched the other hard across the face. Mark was thrown to the ground. He tossed his sword to Elizabeth and drew his pistols. He shot the man ontop of him and then shot another.
"Get Sam out of here! Watch your back Elizabeth!"
Mark yelled as he drew a dagger from his boot. He fought off the jabs of two of the men while keeping the rest in his sight. He tossed a rock at one and then ran out into the main passage. He pushed Elizabeth along and helped her carry Sam.
"These men are after me and Sam. We have to get off this island, or stay in hiding or they will take on the whole crew Elizabeth. I couldn't bear that to happen to the whole crew. Get out of here and send help if you can. I'll try and hold them off!"
Mark stopped and loaded his guns and got his dagger ready. He could hear the foot steps of his foes as they approached. He stood ready for a fight, not knowing if he would live or die. Perhaps this would be his last attempt to prove to the crew of his good intentions. He only hoped Elizabeth would return quickly with help. He had seen her fight before and knew he could count on her.
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Post by Elizabeth Swann/Turner on Feb 15, 2005 20:01:18 GMT -5
((That's alright Mark, completely fine with it )) Elizabeth jumped slightly in suprise when she felt something tap her shoulder. She was relieved to see Mark behind her and nodded in agreement; they had to get Sam out of there. But before they could conceive a plan, they were interrupted by some oddly dressed men, and she gasped and stepped behind Mark in fear. But when she was tossed Mark's sword as he plunged into battle, her heart skipped a beat and the fear turned into a need to defend the two men she'd grown friends with on Port Royale.
Just as one of the enemy drew close, she clenched the sword and thrust it with all her might at the foreigner. It clashed with a weapon of his, but startled him enough to throw him off balance.
"I may be a lady, but I've no intentions to sit here and watch you....be...horrid!"
As she spoke, she had been throwing the sword against the other man's quite powerfully. She was no swordswoman, though, and soon enough he'd disarmed her of ehr weapon. Stumbling back, she tripped and fell over some rubbish. The man cracked a small smile. She frowned. Then, as he began to approach with his weapon drawn, she grabbed the nearst thing and hurtled it straight at him. Pretty soon, everything and anything around her was being catapulted at the nearest turban she saw.
And then Mark was helping Elizabeth carry Sam out. It all happend so quickly. She nodded, paused, then shook off the overwhelming feeling and dashed off to try and go find some help. Any help. And while she wished it was Will she ran into, as she was in need of serious comforting from his part, she doubted she'd find him.
Seeing the storm clouds just as she got into the town area and near the port, she sighed heavily and continued running. Back on the ship, she called and shouted for the crew, but there wasn't a notable response. Frustrated, she tried once more.
"Anyone of of Jack Sparrow's crew, please, we need help! Sam! Sam's in trouble! Mark's in danger! Hurry!"
She shouted out briefly where the location was near and gave up after hearing nothing again. Running onto the streets, she shouted as loudly as she could for Jack's crew, looking, calling, listening, and feeling rather dizzy, confused, and exhausted in the process.
But suddenly, to her luck, she spotted Eric and Evelyn near eachother when she was looking back over the beach towards the ship. A huge relief to see them, she bounded down to them and halted nearly before running straight over them.
"Eric, Evelyn, thank heavens, I, I found you!"
She spoke between breaths, but felt safe with Eric there, as she'd known him for awhile before he sailed with the crew, back when Will and he first become close friends.
"It's, it's Mark, and Sam, they, he, and then men, and, and..."
The world was spinning, and she was barely keeping herself from toppling over right then and there. She just started feeling the burning pain of an unnoticed cut she'd gotten from her opponent, right on her leg. It wasn't anything to be terribly scared about, but it was, in effect, causing her to lose more stability with blood loss and now awareness of the pain. But she wasn't a complaining woman. She just grit her teeth and tried to explain as best she could. Right now, it was Mark that needed aid, and Sam most of all.
"Sam, someone attacked him, from, from somewhere, I followed, Mark followed me, Sam was tied up, we, we were ambushed, and, and I can't find Will anywhere, or the other crew; it's just beyond the town, they took him to some chamber on the border, its by water, it's, I know where, but I can't find Will, I can't find him, or the others, but I've found you two..."
Hoping to at least sound understandable, she took a deep breath and blinked hard a few times.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 16, 2005 2:01:53 GMT -5
((ooc: *Woots and catches some of the candy hearts and pops them into mouth happileh*))
*He felt Evelyn lift his hand and kiss it though he kept his eyes shut. He could sleep here with her all night for all he cared. Having her so near with the waves, the night sky, and the peace seemed perfect and he didn't want to give that up just yet. However, like most great things, it was too good to last and he heard a womans frantically screaming voice coming towards them.
Out of instinct he grabbed Evelyn in a protective manner as they both leapt to their feet. He stood in front of her, his hand fixed firmly upon his pistol when out of the shadows came the familiar form and voice of Elizabeth. With a slight sigh of relief he released the pistol and stepped aside from Evelyn, figuring that she probably didn't want to be utterly blocked by him anyways. She was afterall a rather independent woman.
He grabbed Elizabeths forearms as she seemed slightly off balance and light headed and listened intently as she rambled on, something about Mark and Sam and obvious trouble. He cringed a little at her words. So it seemed like the island wasn't a simple, kick back place afterall. Were they ever?* Elizabeth, you need to calm down. Will and the crew went on into town. Last I saw him he was off wanting to get something for James. *Eric explained, then looked over at Evelyn as it seemed like they were going to be the two that had to plunge into the danger first.* Evy and I will go get Mark and Sam. You should go to the ship so someone can check you over. Will'll be back there soon. *Eric explained then released her and grabbed Evys shoulder, looking at her as if for approval to go after the two men.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 16, 2005 2:14:47 GMT -5
The sound of the waves was all that reached Evelyn's ears. For a time they were simply at peace, calm, and completely submerged in a tingling sense of love for one another when suddenly a voice broke that completely away. Evelyn first furrowed her brows in concern but then jerked her head around to look over Eric's shoulder towards whoever it was that was rushing towards them. "What the bloody....'ell...?" she began to ask and then abruptly she stood and looked toward what was headed their way.
Immediately, Eric shoved her behind him, an instint he had come to pick up from living with her for two years now. She never quite enjoyed this reflex, that of putting himself in harms way before her, but she couldn't object and be given her way. There were simply some instances in where Eric literally put his foot down, and this was one of them. He was bigger than her, and stronger, and thus would always shove her behind him when he saw fit, and it was something that sat unsettled in her.
"Elizabeth?" Evelyn asked as she lifted a brow. She looked her over, immediately noting at her injury, and then looked past her. "Who did this...wh..." Evelyn barely was able to ask when the answers came spilling out of her. Immediately a fury grew within her and she gripped the handle of her cutlass at Elizabeth's words. Her eyes passed over Eric as he spoke reassuringly to her and a small smirk tugged its way in place before fading. She passed a hand soothingly over Eric's back before looking ahead again.
When he finished speaking with her he placed a hand upon her shoulder and she looked it over carefully. "Gah, Eric mate, maybe you should take Elizabeth back to the ship safely, savvy? I can 'andle this, alrigh'?" she said in a bit of a commanding tone. She didn't like rushing into situations like this, not with Eric. By herself she could really care less and was much more sure of herself when not having to worry about his safety. But with him it was a completely different fight.
Her honeyed eyes passed over him and nodded. "Right...so take 'er there an' I'll go check the situation out..." she said attempting to sound official and final in her tone, but feeling as if her word wasn't the end of it. She gave Elizabeth a slight smile and a nod. "Now, Liz mate, where 'xactly is this place Mark an' Sam are at?" she asked as her eyes attempted to spot any unusual sights through the now settling, startling, blackness.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Feb 16, 2005 22:06:26 GMT -5
Mark fought the black figures all the way to the entrance of the cave. He managed to recover his sword, which made the fight easier than using daggers of course, and he was beginning to get rather tired.
"HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!"
He yelled as if it would make half of them disapeare. By now all he could hear was the clang of his sword and the shouts of the strange men in black. He managed to get to the entrance of the cave, which was narrow. He managed to get the fight evened up as he only had to fight one man at a time now. Several of the men in the cave managed to get some bow and arrows. He kept his eyes on them as best he could. If he got hit he would be killed in no time. He thrust his sword into a mans stomache and then kicked him in the face as he fell to the ground. He parried a slash to his side and tripped the attacker. He finished him off quickly. Suddenly the men stopped as if waiting for something, they looked at Mark as if they expected him to burst into flames and vanish or something. He looked at them with a confused expression.
"What? 'ave you bastards never seen such a perfection of the human body and spirit?"
He was planning on confusing them further, and it worked. He took this pause in their thinking and tossed a dagger into the crowd and fired two shots from his pistols he began to run as quickly as he could, but his hopes sank when he discovered he was surrounded. He stopped and stood in a batter like stance. He looked around as the dark circle of men came in on him. They got to within 10 feet of him and stopped. A man came up through the crowd in a dark purple cloak and turbin and an arabian style blade.
"I'm sure you remember me Mark. I believe you were an employee of mine at one time on a rock called Port Royal? I also believe I hired you to kill a few people, and a thief named Sam? Granted a few of the people on the list were taken care of, but Sam and Jack Sparrow seem to still be alive. I don't like to have my orders disobeyed. Bring the boy up here!"
The man narrowed his eyes and he picked Sam up by his hair and placed him on his knees. Sam must have come to, because he winced and squirmed a bit.
"What should I do with him...perhaps I should finish what you started, and drain his life onto the sand? Or should I just take him back and torture him for a while? I don't know...I believe the second one would be the most fun. But then I wouldn't get to see the look on your face when I did this!"
With that he brought his blade across Sam's throat. He tossed the body onto the ground and smiled a bit.
"Take our friend Mark back into the cave! And guard the blasted entrance this time!"
He left Sam's body on the ground and walked back into the cave.
"NOOOOOOOOO! YOU BLOODY BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU!"
Mark fell to the ground and scrambled over to Sam's body. He picked him up in his lap and began to sob uncontrolably. He suddenly realized that Sam was not dead...well not yet. He quickly tied off the wound before he was taken away and left a spall arrow made of rocks that pointed into the cave. He was filled with terror, he knew this would be how he met his end.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 16, 2005 23:51:46 GMT -5
*Eric cocked a brow and crossed his arms as Evelyn began to rattle on about how he should help Elizabeth to the ship and she would go after the two men in the cave. He should have known this request was coming, she never did like it when he went with her. Of course he was just the same, he'd rather if she stayed behind while he went out to be the hero. At least that way he didn't have to worry about loosing her. But he knew to ask that of her was like asking him to move a mountain, it would simply never happen.* I think Elizabeth can make it to the ship on her own. *He said, glancing in the womans direction.
He figured the two men were worse off then she was and rather then standing there arguing about the whole thing he figured they should leave Elizabeth be and hurry on. They didn't have time, by the sounds of things, to linger.* Elizabeth, go the ship and fetch more help. Evelyn asked where the two men were at and Elizabeth delivered the best description she could. Finally he looked over at Evy and then back to Wills wife.*[/i] Alright then, Evy AND I will go help them. Come on. *He said to Evelyn and took off before she could protest.
Slowing down once he entered the trees he crept quietly, figuring their best defense right now was a sneak attack. He heard shouts from up ahead and crouched behind a large rock, not peeking out from behind it but straining his ears to listen. He heard Marks voice but never Sams and his heart sank slightly. Suddenly he heard a sickening sound, one he recognized as a throat being slit and his eyes widened. He heard a thud and then Marks voice scream out.
Eric couldn't help but peer over the rock only to see Sams body though his heart leapt when he noticed the rise and fall of his chest. He was still alive, there was still a chance to save him.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 17, 2005 0:08:24 GMT -5
With a heavy sigh, Evelyn shook her head slightly, and ran a rough hand through her curls as Eric seemed ready to make off with her. She halfway rolled her eyes but knew arguing about it was not the wise thing to do at the moment. Before long they were racing through the small town's brokened streets and her eyes were scanning ahead as they entered a lush wooded area. Evelyn's skin felt a bit dry, as it usually did when just leaving salty, ocean, waters.
Blinking they noticed a cave nearby and slowed as Eric neared a boulder from which they hid behind. Crouching with him she made to peek around him and the boulder, one hand firmly clutched Eric's right shoulder. She heard familiar voices and then heard mention of Sam. Her jaw fell slightly as Mark spoke out and then a sickening sound of flesh being sliced. "God no!" Evelyn cried helplessly and made to rush out towards them instantly but felt a hand pull her back rather violently.
She narrowed her eyes and she stared over her shoulder at Eric and bit her lip to keep it from quivering. She tore her eyes away again then, and seething angery filled her. Sam had been so good to her, such a young man, a young future...she'd be damned if she allowed it to pass away in silence...
When the footsteps of the others faded into the cave Evelyn peeled away from Eric and rushed inside, her boots tapping lightly on the inky, black, smooth, rock's surface. "Sam?! Sam mate, come back...hold on..." she begged, fixating her honey eyes upon his. He seemed to be struggling for her air and her hands went instantly to his throat. "Bloody 'ell...blood's seeping into his windpipe mate...we need ta clear it before we wrap it up. Looks like someone alright tried tha'." She took the rag quickly from Sam's throat and without another thought, she dug a finger roughly into Sam's throat, instantly seeking a large pipe and plugged it briefly, wiping away excess blood.
Once she figured she had enough cleared she noted Sam take a struggle of a breath and then, removing her finger quickly, she wrapped his wound once more, applying enough pressure to keep the blood from pumping too heavily. "Ya need ta sit up Sam. Eric help me mate." She stated. Evelyn was acting quite quickly now, there was a resolve in her at the moment that wouldn't deter her from the mission she was upon, and that was to save Sam. As they placed Sam against a rock wall Evelyn smiled gently at him. "Stay calm Sam...breathe....." her eyes fell slightly and then lifted again to meet his. "For me...Sam. Don' let go." Her brows furrowed as her eyes seemed to beg.
The other hand however, quickly reached behind her, grasping air trying to get a hold of Eric. She needed his reassurance...she didn't want to lose Sam...she wasn't going to...she wouldn't let him go....
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 17, 2005 0:27:27 GMT -5
*When the sound of Sams throat being slit reached Evelyns ears she made to rush to him but Eric grabbed her rather firmly and yanked her back behind the rock. He gave her a stern look and shook his head. Now wasn't the time. If they rushed in too quickly things could easily go against them. They had to be patient.
Finally the footsteps of the men in black faded and she peeled away from him. Eric followed her as silently as he could, peering into the darkness of the cave where the strangers had dissapeared to. He wasn't about to turn his back on them. When they reached Sam he frowned, noticing that Mark was missing.* Damnit they took Mark. *Eric whispered, kneeling down beside Evelyn and Sam who he wasn't too sure was going to make it.
Eric winced a little as Evelyn proceeded to put her fingers in Marks throat to keep the blood from his windpipe. Eric helped her prop the man up against the rock wall to a sitting position and his brow furrowed. As Evelyn begged him to breathe Eric grabbed her hand as it searched for him and he placed the other upon her shoulder.* Evelyn, Marks still missing. I have to go find him...Sam needs you right now though, you stay. The others should be here soon enough. *He said and with one last hopeful smile in Sams direction Eric bolted deeper into the cave, walking silently as he could as his eyes adjusted to the blackness about him.
It was damp and rancid and for a fleeting moment he wondered if Sam wasn't the only throat they had slit before. Shaking the thought from his mind he pressed on, his heart racing and sweat forming on his brow. He had to get to Mark. This time he wouldn't let the man be left behind, not if he could help it.*
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Post by Elizabeth Swann/Turner on Feb 17, 2005 0:40:44 GMT -5
Elizabeth tried to calm herself down as she watched Eric and Evelyn battle things out on whether one should go or stay. Brushing her hand across her forehead and making sure to give Eric a thankful nod when he kept her from falling off balance, her spirits lit up when she heard of Will’s safety in town.
There was no time for debate, though. She gave them a brief description of the location.
“I’ll be fine on my own. Just a bit of ways to the ship. They need you more than I.”
Watching them dash off, she stood there for a few seconds before sighing with half relief, half exhaustion. Then, as best she could, she headed for the ship, hoping her husband and the rest of the crew would be there to go aid the others. Some reason, she had a rather bad feeling about the gong ons with those men and Mark and Sam.
After she was nearly to the dock boards, she began stumbling and zig zagging. Muttering slightly, Elizabeth kept her eyes on the ship’s sails, slowly making her way on the docks, then closer to the ship, then finally boarding the ship. Looking around, it still seemed deserted. This time though, she was too out of it to be frustrated. Using anything for support, she made her way down to the cabin her family occupied.
Elizabeth stood in the doorway, uncertain. She wanted to wash up….or, help her cuts…or, or something, but she was too out of it to even move well now. Nearly tumbling over, she caught ahold of the table just in time and winced. With the last effort she could muster, she collapsed on the bed, finally breathing peacefully and slowly mellowing down into sleep.
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 17, 2005 0:42:56 GMT -5
Eric's hand reached for Evelyn's hand and she felt his meet hers. It calmed her some, but the horror of seeing so much blood, and having Sam's blood stain her hand she sighed rather shakily. She ran her hand through her hair as Eric made to leave her and she didn't protest. At the moment, she would stay with Sam for as long as he needed her. If anything, she was hoping to provide Sam some comfort no matter where he might end up.
Before he left too far however, even now, Evelyn couldn't forget about Eric's safety as well. "Eric!" Her eyes fell upon him tenderly. "Take care an' come back ta me, savvy?" she asked as she lifted a delicate brow and gave a solemn nod. When he disappeared she looked back towards Sam and inched her way closer to him, kneeling down beside him and smiling tenderly. "Sam mate...stay with me, savvy?" Both of her hands took up one of his and squeezed it warmly. "Jus' stay with me Sam..." Evelyn's eyes widened then slightly as his body seemed to begin to convulse and she placed a blood stained hand upon his cheek. "Sam. Stay. Stay with me Sam."
Evelyn's eyes latched onto his again, hoping she could keep his attention towards her and away from simply letting go. In the back of her mind the faintest worry was lodged and she prayed Eric would be okay and that perhaps Elizabeth could get to the rest of the crew. It'd be nice if they had an extra hand at the moment.
Staring out towards the cave entrance there was a soft rumble in the distance. Suddenly, a blinding flash of light snaked across the grey-blue clouds now hovering overhead. With a crash she jumped slightly and then the sound of light, pattering, rain was heard. The night itself seemed to be in mourning but hopefully...it wouldn't be for Sam.
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Post by Will Turner on Feb 17, 2005 0:54:41 GMT -5
*Will wandered back to the ship, grumbling beneath his breath about how port towns like this never had anything decent for a little boy. At least not anything for his sons age. Will always pondered getting him a sword of some sort and putting it away for when he was older but Elizabeth was usually quick to protest against the idea, afraid he'd poke an eye out. Will reluctantly figured she was right but none the less still had plans for when the boy was a bit older.
As he found his way back to their cabin he noticed Elizabeth lying upon the bed. He smiled fondly and was about to cover her up with a blanket when he noticed that blood was staining the skirt of her dress. His face went white and his breath caught in his throat.* ELIZABETH? *He cried, shaking her shoulder frantically. If anything had happened to her while he was out gallavanting in the town he would never forgive himself.
Suddenly wondering if something had happened to everyone on the ship he felt as if he were about to vomit.* Oh God, James. *He gasped and bolted to his feet, rushing into the room next door where a startled Puck was holding an equally as startled little boy. Will snatched the child from the faes arms and rushed back into his own cabin, sitting down beside Elizabeth on the bed.* Elizabeth, are you alright? What happened? *He asked, reaching out to stroke her hair.*
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Feb 17, 2005 1:03:55 GMT -5
Tobbs slammed down the cards and laughed in victory. The men around her grunted as she sweeped up the piles of coins and other items worth value. She'd finished quite a bit of rum, and was satisfied enough to head back to the ship.
"Alrigh' boys, 'ate to disappoint ye, but my ship's callin', and I think I've stolen enough o' yer gold tonigh', eh?"
She laughed again and scooped up the winnings, bowing low and waltzing out the doors.
"Night boys!"
It was then she heard the frantic screaming of Elizabeth for Jack's crew. She had no idea what was going on, and at first, she had shrugged it off. But then, when she happened to see Eric and Evelyn run right by her in haste not enough to even acknowledge her, she scratched her neck and grunted in guessing soemthing was wrong.
So, swiftly following behind them, but keeping silent enough just in case she'd made a wrong assumption, she watched them run to the cave, a bit a ways behind them.
She decided to stop for a breather when she lsot track of them and muttered. But when Tobbs heard the scream, which defintiely sounded like Mark's, she bit her lip and dashed off straight to where she heard the sound.
And who did she find but Evy, crouching beside a rather bloody Sam. Blinking in bewilderment, she went straight up and knelt beside the man, not taking her eyes off him for the first few moments as she spoke.
"What in bloody 'ell 'appened to 'im? Where's Eric? And Mark? 'e's alive at least? I mean I don't mind MUCH if 'e's 'urt....but 'e's alive, yes?"
She wasn't too good at forgiving people, especially when it came to people who tried to kill, say, ohhhhh...the man she loved!
But her mind was off track. She shook her head and glanced at Evy, looking for answers and pushing back the effects of alcohol until she could enjoy them more.
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