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Post by Evelyn on Dec 23, 2005 1:18:35 GMT -5
The Plot:
After creating some much needed havoc throughout the Caribbean, Jack's Crew is back for action, only...without the infamous drunken Captain. Apparently, somewhere around the southern isles near Tobago, Jack decides to get into a rum contest with the infamous Xelachu Biorban, aka The Tobagan Rum King.
Jack wins of course, though has paid a dear price and is drunker than ever. After much arguing and debate, Jack is dropped off in a safe haven, Dr. Morgan Ugin's make shift hospital where Jack is to be kept safe.
Meanwhile, Jack urged Victoria "Topsword" Tobbs to not worry and lead the crew on to capture the Margarita, a merchant ship brimming with rum bound for the isles and the America's, aka a whole load of rum Jack is NOT going to want to miss taking advantage pillaging.
So it is that with a slightly worried heart, Tobbs and the rest of Jack's crew head off with them secure knowing full well that Dr. Morgan owes them too much to try anything stupid, and are now closing in on the Margarita just south of the North American mainland. The ship is on the horizon and we're gaining speed with the winds picking up in our favor...
So load your pistols, hone your blades....there's a battle looming near....
Rules:
1. Be creative all! Use the five sense, try to include sights, sounds, tastes, touches, to make your posts pop!
2. Keep the story running smoothly! This includes not doing someting completely and totally unnecessarily random. I mean some is good but when people start falling overboard ten million times...yeah its annoying.
3. Be realistic everyone please...we're pirates...we don't have special powers, we can't fly, we can't hear from a million miles away, we don't get more than "hunches' about anything, though we can probably outdrink anyone! But seriously folks....think about it.
4. Stick to the Code
5. Be respectful
6. Have Fun
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 23, 2005 2:17:45 GMT -5
There was a loud moaning creak as the ship bobbed along the choppy waves. Evelyn's eyes opened languidly and seemingly against their own free will. "Bloody hell..." she muttered staring at the candle upon the crude, splintered, bedside table that had waxed all the way through and whose wax now lay in a cascade over it and to the ground. She cursed beneath her breath as she stared at it a moment and then turned ready to reprimand the one responsible for this mess. Her eyes opened a bit more widely when they took in the person beside her.
Eric was still quite soundly asleep. His head of straw colored loose curls was turned away from her and towards the walls of the ship. "Eric?" she whispered tenderly, shifting beneath the covers to loom over him. His eyes were shut tight, he was never a morning person. Evelyn, on the other hand, was. She gave a disappointed sigh then and ruffled her curly hair. "Idiot." Was all she spat playfully and with a smirk at the corner of her lips. She would let him know of his stupidity when he was up and fully running. For now, she would allow the poor man to sleep. The night before, Eve had her fair share of rum and it had put her to sleep rather well. He had promised to take care of the candle as long as she slept and so she had. But apparently, the man could not seem to function without her.
She bent over and placed a loving kiss on his temple before she inaudibly shifted aside the bed sheets and slipped her bare feet onto the cool, wooden, floors. The bed creaked only slightly as she stood up. Walking over somewhat groggily towards the chest at the foot of their bed that Eric had insisted on purchasing to make their life a bit neater, she extracted a pair of dark trousers from it as well as her corset, sash, and boots.
Peeling off Eric's large, tartan, tunic from her body, she slipped into her own apparel. The clunk of her boots began the cacophony of sounds that would undeniably make up her symphony for the day. Leaving the room, she closed the door timidly, hoping to not make a sound. She closed her eyes in consternation, shut them tight, and the door clicked shut.
Turning, her eyes stared straight ahead towards the steps leading to the deck. Heading out into the fresh air, she took in a deep, cool, salty breath. Her eyes turned every which way as she noted only one other person on deck and he was perched up in the crow's nest, towering high into the skies. The figure pointed out ahead and Evelyn stared off the starboard side.
In the distance, she could see the faintest sign of the ship they had been battling to catch up with, the Margarita. Yet at its bow the sun was barely making its serene announcement of its arrival. The otherwise oily skies now glimmered with a strip of pale, powder, blue, shimmering gold, and salmon pink. The sun was ready to climb out of bed as well. Her stomach gave a lurch then, indicating the need of some sort of sustenance, but as she took a seat straddling the gunwalls of the ship, Evelyn decided that for the next few moments, her immediate needs could wait.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Dec 23, 2005 2:29:57 GMT -5
A symphony of brilliant colors painted the morning sky, building up with a finale of hues. The Black Pearl faded in and out of a soft, iridescent mist like a ghosted shadow slicing the sea in halves. As the winds caught up in the billowy sails, strands of the waking sun illuminated the golden hair of a familiar face upon deck. The pirate stood motionless, her speckled blue eyes locked on the horizon. Some distant dream or nervous worry played out in the mind of the pirate lass ahead. She envisioned the mists taking form of a man...a pirate captain, she’d left in health’s sake and upon command. Jack Sparrow...the winds seemed to be playing tricks upon her ears now, whispering the sounds of his voice...she could almost smell him by the air of the salty sea...but the sound of his footsteps echoed not, and the feeling of emptiness hadn’t left her. No, Jack Sparrow was not here.
In his place she stood, Victoria as he called her, but Tobbs to the rest. She was unmistakably a pirate, but her appearance was more well-kept and feminine. She wore darker brown breeches and knee high boots. A deep blue, sleeveless corset was strung tightly above a white, slightly revealing tunic. A blue sapphire hung around her neck by a golden necklace, accompanied by two golden bracelets upon her left wrist. She was tall, her waist slender, and her eyes ever changing their bluish hues.
As of now, she stood against her will in the captain’s stead. He had sent them off to organize an attack on a ship, a plunder for rum, and all she’d wanted to do was stay and help him. She hadn’t had such luck. She stood still motionless, a soft sigh the only sign betraying her. The movement of another, however, made her turn her attention to those who were awaking. Recognizing the figure in the distance, Tobbs turned and her clear voice cut through the sleeping air.
“Yet another beautiful morning, isn’t it, Evy? I think its safe to assume no storm’ll be treading our way, eh?”
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Dec 23, 2005 3:03:16 GMT -5
(I'm back! Mwahahahahahaahahah!)
The smell of the sea and the sound of the waves slowly woke the "little woman". She opened her eyes dazed and confused, then suddenly rememberd! Bolt upright she sat only to whack her head against the bunk above her. "That bloody hurt!" Was her only thought, but the curses from above showed less restriant.
"D**M! What the H**L did you have to go an do that for Saber?" "Sorry, I didn't mean to!" "Didnt mean to? How can you not mean to do something like hit the bunk and wake the whole bloody ship up?" "I didn't wake the whole bloody ship up, your waking the whole bloody ship up with your shouting! "I'm NOT SHOUTING! WHOS SHOUTING!?!?!?!"
Thus awakened the ship's sisters, less tranquil then most. What Saber had remembered that fine morning was that she and her older sister Kat had left Saber's daughter Cate in the care of some friends, and had once more signed up on Jack's ship. Only Jack wasnt there. But still it would probably prove to be quite an adventure.
The quarreling continued as the sisters got dressed and armed for the day. Saber in her usual black boots, blue breeches, green sash, white shirt, and blue silk bandana. Her sabre hung at her side and she was tempted to draw it and make quite work of the argument. Kat was in her traditional black boots, brown pants, bloodstained shirt, tightly laced green bodice, and her flat rimmed black hat. Her knives, guns, and poison were at the ready, and likewise she was tempted to use them.
As they came up on deck, both compleatly out of breath the shouting stopped with a call of truce....
Meaning the two of them wouldn't be speaking to each other for the rest of the day.
Kat retreated to her "spot" near the bow and sulked to herself, stared at the Margarita, and wished the battle would come soon. She pulled out a few of her blades and opened her flask of questionable liquid. Saber however decided to be sociable.
"What cheer?" She called to those already up, and made her way to the stern of the ship to say good morning to Tobbs. "Good mornin' Tobbs... or.. er.. should we... She did not want to sound forward and resented to say "call you captain" for she did not want to remind her good friend of those left behind.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Dec 23, 2005 3:11:56 GMT -5
((ooc- Saberkat!!! *glomps*))
Maria shifted on her bed, refusing to rise, despite the beckoning sound of hollow footsteps above her. She often found that morning came too soon, as she fell into bed only hours before awaking again. Groaning, her eyes slowly began to open...
"I bloody hate mornings..." she murmured lazily as she rubbed her eyes, wanting to rid them of their lassitude. Slowly she moved from her bed to the other end of her cabin, stumbling over various objects as she did so. Though she had gained her sea legs many years ago, it made no difference when waking from a deep sleep. With her eyes half open she peered into the mirror and gazed at her own reflection. The young woman cocked her head to the side and leaned forward taking a closer look at herself. God, she looked like hell. Maria shook her head and took a step back making her way to the door. She opened it precariously and poked her head out before averting her gaze to the flood of sun rays that shone from the stair case. Her brows stitched together and she sighed, leaning her entire body against the door frame. "Damnit," she whispered and detaching herself from the door before heading up the stairs.
"Its so bloody bright!" said aloud as she stumbled onto the deck.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Dec 23, 2005 13:27:56 GMT -5
Just as she’d finished calling to Evelyn, Tobbs heard the faint sound of shouting growing louder and louder below deck. She shook her head and smiled slightly, recognizing the two voices’ mistresses to be the Tompson sisters.
“Those two.”
Her words were laced with humor, for many a times had Saber and Kat made her worried mornings appease into afternoons of less anxiety over the captain. She saw the two appear above deck. Her smile grew as Saber approached.
“And a good morning to you too, Saber.”
She could hear her the friend’s words without them even being spoken, and with a quick glance down at the thought of the captain, she whispered something softly to Saber.
" Not to worry, I’m only fillin’ in for a bit. Unless one day the job must be permanent, which...well anyways, unless so, ya don’ have to worry ‘bout callin’ me anything but Tobbs, savvy? "
Glancing over at Kat whom had resumed her favorable post on the ship, she again shook her head as she looked back at Saber. “You too in a scuffle yet again? ‘Eard some ‘discussion’ going on below deck All I’m sayin’ is, glad you two are both aboard. Never ‘ave to worry about a wake up call to anyone on deck.”
She laughed just as the sound of another’s voice met her ears. Maria had awoken, looking rather upset at the waking sun.
“Aye, bright indeed. Rather pretty, the morning. No signs of a storm. Perfect week for plundering, I’d say. Bloody captain mapped this one out perfect, didn’t ‘e?” She tilted her head to the sky, eying the different array of pinks and golds. ”Oy, come over ‘ere and join us, won’t ya?”
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 23, 2005 16:42:43 GMT -5
Evelyn's eyes had remained quite frimly glued to the palette of hues that were blending to create a fanstastic site that morning. The shouting emanating from below decks however, took her attention away and she arched a dark brow. "Bloody hell! They're not up arguin' this early, are they?" she queried with a laugh. "Aye, and it is a beautiful mornin' so far that is." She said calmly, running her hands smoothly over the railings of the ship.
As the two stumbled up on deck she shook her head. At Saber's words, she almost cringed. Evelyn had been avoiding mentioning Jack's name around Tobbsy ever since they left him in Dr. Morgan's care. Tobbs hadn't been in the best of moods the day after but seemed to have been easing up a bit in her overall apprehension of being so far from his side. "Not call you Captain then? Damn, I was so looking forward to that. Would have been the highlight of my bloody day." She smirked, offering Tobbsy a wink.
"And good to see you two awake. I hear you two are still getting along famously." She beamed, turning her head to face them both briefly before she continued to gaze out into the soft colors far in the distance.
She lept off the railing then as another stumbled onto the ship's decks. "Bloody hell, since when does everyone wake up this early?" she said looking at Maria over curiously. "Haha, come on now Maria, we've been at sea for a good week now, you'd think ye think you would have yer sea legs on by now!" she jested. Approaching the woman she offered her a hand. "I see you and Kat have woken up the whole ship by now!" she shouted at the siblings and smiled. "Better that way I say...gets us all ready for the attack earlier this mornin'."
Just as the words left her lips the winds picked up once again and her hair swayed in the breeze all about her head. Her eyes turned up to watch the sails flap and billow violently. "Looks like we might be able ta catch up to 'em by mid day. Here's hopin'!"
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Dec 23, 2005 18:48:28 GMT -5
"I will..." she said flashing a grin. "Once I get up that is." The woman took a step forward and braced herself for another fall when Evelyn extended her hand.
Maria sighed and glanced up, taking Evelyn's hand as she stood up. "Its not sea legs I'm missin'..." The woman grinned and nodded, thanking Evelyn for her help. "Just give me a full good night's rest and I'll be fine," she said with a wink.
The young woman crossed her arms across her chest and moved across the deck. The corner of her lips upturned as she passed by Saber and Kat and she gave both a 'good morning' nod. Her eyes sparkled in amusement as she watched them, knowing that they and their bloody arguements were the reason she could not get to sleep most nights. Brushing passed them she continued to move across the deck to where Tobbs stood. She stopped and allowed her gaze to fall upon the horizon, where heaven and the sea met.
"No... No signs of a storm. Yet." Maria lifted her chin, shifting her weight onto the other boot, and heard the floorboard creak beneath her. "Let's just hope this weather cooperates. These waters can be rather...," she took a deep breath, "Unpredictable."
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 23, 2005 20:47:58 GMT -5
*Erics mind had been blisfully blank during the night, allowing him to fall into a deep and much needed sleep! However it must not have been deep enough because the sounds of shouting voices filled his ears and he groaned, rolling over and burrying his face in the pillow. It had to be the Thompson sisters! After a moment he lifted his head up, blinked sleepily and glanced over to where Evelyn slept. It was hardly a surprise to him that the spot was empty.* Apparently she isn't hung over. *He said, grinning to himself and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. As he stretched he caught sight of the candle, its melted wax all over the place and he smacked his hand to his forehead.* Damnit! Forgot all about that stupid candle. *He muttered. Evelyn was going to give him an ear full for that one!
He figured he may as well get it out of the way so he wasn't dreading the scolding all day. He slipped into a pair of slightly baggy chocolate covered trousers and threw a loose sleved pale colored shirt on over his torso, buttoning it 3/4ths of the way up. Finally stepping into his dark brown boots he trudged towards the door, up the stairs and onto the deck, blinking against the sudden onslaught of light. It was still early yet, by his standards at least, and yet nearly everyone was up on deck already. It was seemingly a pleasant morning, the sun spilling its buttery glow across the rather calm waters. The wind had picked up, tossing his sandy locks about and bringing them closer to the victim ship. His nerves prikled slightly with anticipation.
He gave a nod with his head in the direction of Saber, Tobbs, and Maria and went straight over to Evelyn, grinning like one who knew they did something wrong but wanted to look as innocent as possible.* Good morning. *He said, shoving his hands in his pockets and watching the sun rising ever higher in the sky out of the corner of his dark brown eyes.*
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 23, 2005 21:15:16 GMT -5
Evelyn had been shaking her head as Maria thanked her and made off to view the sun rising. She scratched her head and moved forward a few steps, crossing her arms, and beginning to gnaw at her nails a bit. It was the nervousness that jumbled in the pit of her stomach that cuased her to do this. It happened most everytime they were about to face some sort of heavy opposition and this was it.
A Spanish ship, even a merchant one, was always heavily tended to. There were far too many sunk Spanish ships at the bottom of the sea to count these days and with so many pirates looming about the waters, they know all too well they have to keep a look out for raiders.
"I doubt there's goin' ta be a storm today. Its all too peaceful so far. But like you said Maria, the seas are damned unpredictable, that's for sure." She said casually. "As long as the winds keep up though, I'm fine. Come hell or literally, high water, we'll catch that Margarita. We have to." She added at the end in a softer tone, as if recalling the image of the one for whom this mission was set anyway. "He'd have loved to have been here." She laughed, recalling Jack's rather half drunken demeanor.
"Hopefully though, this flag of ours fools them." Evelyn remarked, gazing up at the bland flag usually reserved for merchant British ships. Using a Spanish one wouldn't help in this instance of course, as the Spanish were very able to tell the difference between their own ships and the enemies. If they had been detected as false Spanish ships, there was no doubt they'd head for the safest haven faster than they couldsay "Davy Jones".
The wind licked through her tendrils once more as she continued to look out but turned when she heard a familiar, deep, baritone of a voice break the morning air. She rolled her eyes as she saw him approach her side, debating briefly in her mind whether she should reprimand him now for his stupidity. A moment later she knew.
"Bloody hell you're up early." She said sarcastically but partially meaning it. Usually, if the twins hadn't woken up the whole ship, Eric would still be in bed, face down, taking his sweet time with getting up at all. "You know, if this ship were any stricter, the crew would have tossed you overboard long ago." She snapped not bothering to look him in the face yet as her forearms rested upon the gunwalls.
"In fact, sometimes I wonder why I keep you on at all ye know." She said, standing up straight, and turning to face the crowd. Her head turned then towards his chest and she lifted her brows, slightly disturbed at what she saw. "Jesus Eric, how many times." She said a bit awkwardly, attempting to fasten at least one more button. She hated when he dressed like this, with so many buttons out of place and unfastened. "Its rude." She hissed to him quietly."
When in actuality, it was Evelyn's secret way of scolding him for revealing too much of himself, at least by her standards.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 23, 2005 21:36:24 GMT -5
*Eric laughed, running his hands over his face and through his hair as if it would rid him of the last stubborn bits of sleep that were still hanging on.* I know, I know. I sleep late, I don't like rum, and Im terrible with a sword...it's a wonder I'm a pirate at all! *He exclaimed although in all honesty he had never really considered himself a pirate, not in the sense that the others aboard the ship did. He had only ever engaged in this lifestyle to be with Evelyn, but on the same note he was getting better at it.
When she jokingly pondered why they kept him on board at all his grin widened and he nudged her a bit with his elbow.* Because you love me and couldn't possibly live on without me! *He chuckled. They did love one another though they didn't shout it out with romantics. Somehow, though, it was still there in the undertow.
He had just started to lean against the railing himself when she rushed over and redid his buttons. He hadn't even realized he buttoned a couple wrong and as she buttoned further up to his neck his brow raised and he grinned. He knew exactly what her purpose was just by looking at her and he couldn't help but laugh.* God Evelyn, why don't you just write "property of Evy" on my back! *He snorted, his hands finding their way back to his pockets as they so often did.
At that moment his stomach grumbled and the thought of food flooded his mind. Usually he didn't get the greatest breakfast in the world as most of it was already gone by the time he got up but today he was going to make up for it.* I'm gonna go get something to eat from the galley. You want anything? *He asked, using it as a peace offering for forgetting the candle during the night.*
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Dec 23, 2005 22:36:05 GMT -5
The wind blew vigorously sending her long dark locks flying everywhere. Although the air was warm, as they were sailing in tropical waters, it still had a slight bite to it and it send a chill down Maria's spine. Again she shifted uncomfortbale and turned her head just in time to see Eric walk onto the deck. She nodded in unison then turned her head to hear Evy speak.
Maria nodded and averted her gaze to the flag that blew vigoursly in the wind. It was a simple, yet clever disguise. Her eyes automatically dropped to the deck and the corners of her mouth upturned in unison. Maria turned her body half way and met Evelyn's gaze, shaking her head playfully. "Though I doubt when they see us up close they will think the same...." she said with an arched a brow.
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 23, 2005 22:38:41 GMT -5
Evelyn rolled her eyes at him as he spoke, snorting because she knew all too well he was right. Only he was glazing over his crudeness at being a real pirate. "It is a wonder, ye could probably even rival the pyramids o' Cairo, you know that?" She said scoldingly, furrowing her brows and continuing her work as her fingers worked tediously at closing every gap from his navel to his neck.
Maria's words slightly distracted her and she cracked a grin. "Very true." She agreed with a nod. "If anything at the sight of just myself they'll probably jump off and drown themselves!" she laughed.
When he mentioned the only reason they kept him on was because she loved him she muttered and her tanned cheeks went crimson. "Shut up." She snapped at him, burying herself further in the work of buttoning him up nicely. "And you are not my bloody property! Its just not civilized." She continued to scold, turning even redder, and awkwardly turning away a bit from the twins, Maria, and Tobbs.
His mention of food seemed a good way out of the whole situation really and would give her a good reason to take him somewhere a bit more private where she could thrash him. "Right, food. Great idea! Anyone else up fer some?" she asked, glancing about, and then taking a hold of his wrist rather tightly and dragging him towards the the stairs leading below decks. As soon as she had dragged the man away from the crowd she jerked her head around and barked at him, "You idiot. Why'd you go and say those things in front of them?" She muttered angrily. She hated when he'd say things like that, and by now she'd have thought he'd have known not to do that. "And doing that with your shirt this morning, I know you did it on purpose!" she hissed again. "And don't even THINK I've forgotten about that bloody candle!" she snapped once more heatedly, shoving the door to the galley wide open, causing it to slam against the wall.
"Sit down." She ordered, pulling out a chair, and heading towards the cupboards in a rage. "God you know, after all this time you would think you would have learned by now how to AVOID pusing my buttons." She continued, though this time she was practically talking to herself and as she tossed him a dark, red, apple.
Taking another apple in her hand, she retrieved a small, sharp, knife from the cupboard and sliced the apple. She then shoved the piece into her mouth as if to keep herself from talking further through her anger as she often did. Cutting the apple up, she moved towards a one of several large barrels tucked into the corner of the galley where each was labeled with the names of the different items it carried. One read BISCUITS, the other SALTED PORK, SALT, WATER, APPLES, and POTATOES.
Taking out the salted pork she took out several strips and placed it on the small plate. She then extracted several pieces of biscuits, and emptied out one cup of water.
Taking the plate up, she nearly tossed the plate at him, expertly enough so that it landed right in front of him with only a bit of it hanging off the edge of the table.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 23, 2005 23:58:51 GMT -5
*Eric smiled mischeviously and raised his brows when Evelyn blushed and turned away from the others at his comment about how she loved him. He knew it was a touchy button with her, having never been one to wear her feelings on her sleeves, but he wasn't that way nor would he ever be and so he simple stood there and grinned. As she finished buttoning up the very last of his buttons he glanced down at them, snorted, and looked back up at Evelyn.* It looks stupid buttoned up like that, and its more comfortable the other way. Maria, tell her its more comfortable the other way. *He said, looking over at the young lass.
He laughed again when she said he wasn't her property, that he was just being uncivilized and his brown eyes rolled up towards the sky and he shook his head.* Fine, I'm uncivilized then. Another reason why you love me. *He grinned, even though he knew the statement would only get him scolded further. He blinked suddenly when she snatched his wrist and drug him down towards the galley. He leaned against a worn counter with his arms folded as she began to scold him and sighed.* I didn't button it wrong on purpose, just didnt button it up all the way on purpose. And besides do you really think they don't know? We sleep in the same cabin Evy! *He snorted.
He was about to protest about the candle when she ordered him to sit down and he quickly obeyed.* I fell asleep! But hey, at least it didn't catch anything on fire. And with all that rum in you, if it had you would have gone up pretty fast! *He exclaimed with a grin. He always tried getting out of any kind of situation with a bit of humor, it was just in his nature. When she mentioned his pushing her buttons he couldn't help but laugh.* Evelyn I'm your boyfriend, it's my job to push your buttons. I can't help it I'm sorry. Besides you always do stuff that annoys me like making noise in the morning trying to get me up, buttoning my shirts... * he said and would have went on except she tossed him a plate of food which distracted his thoughts.* I would have made it myself you know.
*As he eyed her curiously he let out a groan, rose from his chair and went over to her, rubbing her shoulders a bit. He didn't like it when she was upset with him, no matter how small their argument was.* Listen I'm sorry I just, its funny to me sometimes!
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Dec 24, 2005 0:07:30 GMT -5
Tobbs leaned back and watched the crew begin to stir on deck. Watching them sort of made her feel...whole...even though the piece Jack had always held was missing. She laughed at the little disputes and watched as they commenced to the galley. Glancing over at Maria and the two Tompson sisters, she spoke up.
“I’ve not got much of an appetite, but per’aps the smell o’ food’ll ‘elp that out. Feel like joinin’ me down there? I bet Evy’ll cook up something nice, and I’m always ready to make somethin’!”
Making her way below deck, she headed for the gallery and heard Eric’s voice. Pausing before the entryway, she waited for Eric to finish his words before entering and ahemming softly.
“Don’ mean to be disturbin’ anything, you two. Mind if I come down and whip up something for some of the crew? Not too ‘ungry meself.”
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