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Post by Eric Jackson on Apr 23, 2005 23:21:53 GMT -5
*Eric looked at Evelyn the way a child would who had been told to go to bed early. He really didn't want her messing with the wound again but he also knew that there was absolutley no way he was getting out of it.* Alright fine but don't think you're getting out of a check-over either. *He grinned, nudging her a bit. He really did want to get her some ice to put on her eye. It was starting to look really bad, although probably worse than what it really was. Either way he was going to make sure it got better.
His eyes swam over her as they walked and she placed her cheek on his shoulder and a small smile crossed his lips. Sometimes it still amazed him that they were together. Not because they were complete opposites or had quite a bit of arguments (although he had to admit he enjoyed the way some of them ended). It was because years ago when he was just a boy he had known Evelyn for a brief time. She'd been there for him and his mother when they had nothing else and then he had thought he lost her when the pirates burnt down her fathers map shop, killing him as well. Eric had been certain she'd died as well and had believed that until he saw her again nearly a decade later. He hoped that was a sign of fate, a sign that they were meant to be together.
The only thing he had in his life was Evelyn and now the Pearl and its crew. As he thought about it, he felt his blood begin to boil with a newly risen hatred towards Mark. The man hadn't only tried to take away Erics only home, but he had nearly taken away Evelyn who was no doubt Erics whole reason for living. Shaking his head he sighed and before long they finally reached the ship again.
He gave Evelyn and Sam a cheerful grin before moving his eyes up to the ships flag billowing on the mast.* Thank God we're finally done on this bloody island. I don't think I could have taken much more of it. *He stated in utter relief, helping Evelyn on board (whether she liked the help or not). Climbing aboard himself he placed a hand on the small of her back, looking around for the other crew and the Captain. He saw Will with Elizabeth but other than that the ship looked rather deserted.* Everyone must be in their cabins...which is where I think we should go. *He said, glancing over her eye and beginning to lead her away. He figured they could show the time piece to Jack later, since he was difficult to find at the moment. Right now he really wanted to make sure her wounds weren't getting any worse and she obviously wanted to do the same to him.*
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Post by Evelyn on Apr 23, 2005 23:51:54 GMT -5
Her eyes blinked and batted against the sun's intense rays as they neared the ship. For a moment she had been puzzled by his words but then she lifted her brows. Bringing a hand towards her eyes she sensed it was still rather swollen and black.
As he spoke to her she rolled her eyes. "My eye's not what we need ta worry 'bout. If you ask me mate, yours a slightly more damaging than a bloody blackened eye. Besides...it'll be fine." She retorted with a bit of a snort. She wasn't surprised at Eric's retort towards her own threat and looking him over once they reached the ship but she wasn't exactly happy about the whole idea either.
Insisting upon helping Evelyn on board brought a sour look on her face momentarily but she rolled her eyes and accepted his help anyway. Her feet landed with a slight thump and her eyes immediately sought Jack out. She hadn't seen a trace of him all day in fact and she wondered where exactly the Captain had gone to. If anything he was probably by Tobbs' side somewhere.
So it was that reluctantly, Evelyn gave a nod at Eric's last words and followed him towards their cabin. The rickety lamps lining the hallway gave a creak with every sway of the ship.
The door was opened with a slight kick and a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she entered the room, instantly making to take a seat upon the edge of the bed if just to rest for a few moments. The room held a stuffy, musty, smell and she left the door open hoping a bit of fresh air would stealthily make its way inside and lodge itself there. After all that time in the tight confines of the cave she wasn't ready to experience that again today.
"I hate bloody caves...and dark tunnels." She commented with a bit of a smirk, shaking her head, and digging into her sash. A moment of rummaging brought out the time piece she had collected within the cave and she tossed the broken piece onto table to her right. She missed however, and it fell to the ground but she paid it no heed. It was broken anyway so why should it matter if anything else happened to it?
Placing a hand to her eye she groaned slightly, just now noting how much her vision had been impaired because of its swollen nature. Hoping to divert Eric's attention however, she stood and made towards the wash basin where they permanently kept a wash rag and some cool water.
"You know Eric...I was thinkin'...when...erm...rather IF we ever had children..again that's if." She stated quickly, hoping the mention of it wouldn't scare him offf. "I was thinkin'...I couldn' really picture myself leavin' the seas...but in all honesty...I'd probably make some sacrifices...maybe a year on shore..." she said off-handedly, wringing the soaked rag in her hands and tossing her curls over her shoulder in order to take a glance at him.
She didn't smile then, only glanced, as if simply attempting to decipher what it was that was on his mind.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Apr 25, 2005 1:22:30 GMT -5
*Eric gently placed his hand over his wound and glanced down at it for a moment, his eyes then trailing back to Evelyn and he cocked a brow and grin.* Mine'll be fine, too, *He stated when she said her eye wasn't what they needed to worry about. Even though it didn't seem like that great of a deal compared to what she was used to getting out of a fight he figured it was best to give it some attention. Being a pirate couldn't be too easy when you could only see out of one eye and in this life style he thought it important to know what was going on around you at all time.
As they entered the room he took a seat beside her on the bed, his eyes following her over to the wash basin. Yawning, he suddenly realized how weary he was and he rubbed his hands over his face and let them linger there for a moment. When Evelyn suddenly mentioned children his head jerked up and he simply stared at her for a long moment. Slowly he began to grin. He hadn't ever really pictured her the motherly type, not because he didn't think she'd be nurturing to a child, but because he had always doubted she'd spend anytime off of a ship and Eric in no way was going to raise an infant on a ship.* You'd leave the ship for a year if we had children? *He said, in more a statement then a question.
Eric had always pictured himself with children, probably because he always felt the need to be taking care of someone. When he was young and had to take care of his younger blind sister, he never saw it as a burden, in fact he rather enjoyed it. And the simple fact that Evelyn now seemed interested in having kids one day lifted his spirits.* That'd be the best way I think. It would be too dangerous for them to start out here. *He said and threw his legs up on the bed, resting his back against the backboard. Still watching Evelyn he slowly raised a brow.* What made you think of that? *He asked, his eyes instictivley looking at her stomach before up at her again.*
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Post by Evelyn on Apr 25, 2005 22:15:07 GMT -5
Evelyn's hand proceeded to wring the rag as she looked into the bowl before her. Eric didn't seem exactly alarmed at the though tought of children really, but that in itself almost concerned her. If he wasn't so scared, maybe he just didn't think they would ever have kids. A small frown crossed her face. It was too early to think about that sort of thing anyway she supposed and so shrugged.
"Well only a year really...but...I guess that's not even 'nough time really. Knowing you you'd probably wanna baby the poory children till they were twelve." She teased wrinkling her nose slightly. "And well I was just wondering. I don't exactly just think about myself all the time as you might expect." She said offhandedly, folding the rag gently and then crossing towards him as he lay propped against the head board.
Sitting at his bedside she gently removed the bandaging from his wounds and looked the injury over meticulously. She cringed slightly, squinting her good eye a bit and blowing gently onto the wound, attempting to blow away the bits and particles of dirt that had gathered there. "Besides...we might never have any...who knows where we'll both end up." She stated with a bit of a sigh. In all honesty it was a miracle Evelyn was alive now at all.
The wound seemed to be healing fine, there was barely an infection notable so that was good news. Wiping at the dried blood she bit her lip. "Eric mate we're goin' ta have ta keep an eye on this, alright? Don' want it ta get all infected, savvy?" she said with finality. There was no way Eric was stopping her from checking up on him like this every so often. She'd do it at night and sneak an inspection on him if she needed to.
Her fingers gently tapped around the wound, her honeyed eye squinting as she looked it over. She pulled a chocolate colored curl behind her ear before she finally gave her approval and gave it one last gentle swipe. She gave a smirk of approval then, kissing his jawline lightly before smiling up at him with a slightly tired look about her face. She found her thoughts returned to Mark a bit, even now, and she wondered if he would have really killed her had she gone any further.
Taking the bandages in her hand she shook her head glancing them over and then sighed more heavily. "I'll need ta go 'round and look for some more I s'ppose." She said in a exhuasted tone, eyes glancing about the room for any but finding none and deciding that her sashes were already becoming tattered from using them the way they weren't supposed to be.
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Post by Eric Jackson on May 3, 2005 13:35:41 GMT -5
*Eric laughed and rolled his eyes in her direction, the grin lingering on his lips as he looked her over.* You're twenty three and I still baby you so who knows, you're probably right. *He said mischeviously. It obviously wasn't true as Evelyn was a highly independent, do-it-yourself kind of woman but he was still going to pretend for the sake of a jest. He did feel that in some way or another he was taking care of her. Perhaps it was just because it was in his blood to want to do something like that, or maybe it was because she really did need him at times.
His eyes followed her over to the bed and then fell to the bandages as she carefully removed them.* I know you don't...not all the time. *He replied as she said she didn't always think about herself. He knew she didn't or she wouldn't be helping him with his shoulder at the moment. She helped Eric a lot, in ways he was sure she didn't even realize. Not to mention that she helped the crew. Of course she wasn't a saint but she wasn't a terror either.
He frowned quickly when she said that they may never have children and that she didn't know where they'd end up. He never liked it when Evelyn brought up the already obvious fact that at any second either one of them could die. He didn't like thinking about it, it hurt too much. Nothing in his life had ever lasted and if Evelyn didn't, he knew he wouldn't either.* I think we'll be alright. We made it this far. *He said, thinking back on all the almost certain death situations that they had managed to get out of. He had to believe they always would.
As she finished cleaning up his wound he swung his legs back over the edge of the bed and hunched over enough to rest his arms on his knees. He watched her move about the room and he snorted.* Watch it all you want, Evy but I really don't think it's anything to worry about. Your eye however... *He said, getting up and going over to her. He slipped his hand about her wrist to hault her from her bandage shirt and his brow furrowed thoughtfully as he looked over her bruised and swollen eye.* Does it feel like it's getting worse? It's bruising more but it looks like the swelling is going down. Which is good considering if we get in a fight you're gonna be half blind! *He said, delicatley moving his fingers over it to feel for swelling.
He figured it was worse then what it looked but he wasn't going to leave her alone, just incase they did come across an encounter.* I'll help you find some bandages. Some of the crew probably needs 'em anyways. *He stated rebuttoning his shirt and rolling up the sleeves to his elbows.*
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Post by Evelyn on May 6, 2005 22:19:15 GMT -5
Stopping her, Evelyn only paused as Eric made his way around her in order to look her over. She casually rolled her eyes at him but allowed him his own inspection as well. She gave a slight grunt at his questions but she answered nontheless. "It doesn' feel much worse mate. But...then again not much better either." She answered, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, then swiping it across nicely in order to chew upon the stubs that were her fingernails.
When his fingers traced over her eye she flinched and pulled away slightly, her trust in him the only thing keeping her from sharply peeling away from his touch. "I'll be fine, really. I doubt anyone'll be comin' for us anytime soon..." she suggested with none of the convincing flair she had hoped to convey. "An' I don' need yer help with the lookin', but I doubt what I say'll make you stay either way." She stated only slightly bitterly. It was difficult even now, for Evelyn to have Eric linger around her for long periods of time. Having spent so much of her life alone, and apart from the world in many ways made it odd for her to be so suddenly engulfed by warmth.
Eric might never understand that. Who knew.
Still, she slowly stepped towards him, dull thuds of wearied boots tapped upon the rougened wood, and she adjusted the collar of his shirt. It was difficult with one eye almost completely useless. She had to crane her neck twice as much now to catch a good glimpse of anything really, even his collar.
Then, without another word, she slid her hand down his back and away as she moved towards the door. "We'll need some extra for you, an' perhaps one for me. Though I've never been too fond of eyepatches in general, and I doubt you would be if you saw 'em on me as well." She teased, a slight crease forming in the lower corner of one of her cheeks.
Heading out into the hall, the sway of ship was suddenly very apparent, and the lanterns weren't lit yet, having the dying rays of the day still to filter just enough light to illuminate their path. She sought first to go below decks, perhaps find some spare cloth or the like there.
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