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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Dec 28, 2005 21:58:59 GMT -5
::Barbossa let out a long sigh. He was once again walking the streets of Tortuga, having spent a fruitless hour trying to weedle information out of the drunks at the Weighted Barrel. As usual, no one seemed to have even heard of the name Suerill, much less could they tell him where the slimy bastard's ship was birthed::
::He decided he may as well head back to the Inn and wait for Christiana and Aaron to return from their search. Maybe they would have better luck this night::
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 28, 2005 22:00:30 GMT -5
Evelyn rubbed her crown angrily as he chuckled and she rolled her eyes. "Bloody hell you know I KNOW you've seen me plenty of times!" she roared back, turning on her heel. "But its just...its...different..." she said and as she did so, she noted she still hadn't put on the shirt and her cheeks flushed very quickly once more. She turned back swfitly and pulled the shirt up, pulling it up and over her head, shaking out her still moist mane of curls.
She bit down on her lip as she glanced over her shoulder at him. "Besides...in this light my scars are unavoidable really." she remarked quietly, looking down at the floor boards, and slowly turning to face him. She walked towards him slowly, chewing her nails a bit as she did. She took a seat timidly next to him, and stared at his knees. "When we're...well...you know...its just different...you're not just looking at my scars the whole time. Well you might be, I don't even know sometimes..." she laughed. "But I dunno, guess I still feel ashamed by them sometimes."
She was talking of course about the whip scars that were permanent welts on her back, and the scar she sustained on her right shoulder from being shot all those years ago. Both of those of course painful reminders of time spent on the Devil's Wrath. It had been hard enough to deal with her past and get over those issues. Eric had helped her through that, though sometimes now she was disgusted at the marks on her body.
They were hauntings from the past that can never be taken away and she despised them for that. Her nightmares at least now were few and far in between, but those would be there all her life, she supposed. She knew he had seen them of course, how could you miss them when your fingers are dancing all over them at some point or another? But being so exposed in front of him on off times like these, would still be a bit awkward, though she hoped deep down that someday that would change.
"Besides..." she said, subtely grasping his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, and squeezing it. "Doin' stuff like that is left for married people, and we sure as hell aren't." Evelyn beamed at him, kissing him gently along his jaw. "Now, lets get back up on deck! I suppose by now," her voice trailed off slightly as she peered out of the port hole. "we're probably ready to ram right into them..Oh and erm...haha...sorry for soaking you up there." she said referring to when she had collapsed on top of him the moment she was pulled on board.
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Christiana O'Riley
New Citizen/New Sailor
Everyone has secrets...can you guess mine?
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Post by Christiana O'Riley on Dec 28, 2005 22:11:33 GMT -5
Christiana's eyebrow arched delicately at the mention of a bar's name."In some trouble there?"she asked,almost managing to sound as though there were a smidgen of doubt in her mind of that. The attempt was simply for the sake of conversation,really,and futile to begin with.With a slight sigh,she decided that they'd better get to work.
"Come on,then,"she said firmly,pushing herself up off of her bit of wall and heading for the nearest bar,a seedy-looking place bearing the name of the Silver Falcon.If she was going to about at this hour,she was going to make herself useful.Ignoring the bartender as she walked in,she immediately sat next to a young man and began talking.
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Aaron Fletcher
New Citizen/New Sailor
"Love and War... Preferably make lots of both."
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Post by Aaron Fletcher on Dec 28, 2005 22:21:36 GMT -5
"I'd rather not talk about it." He said with a smile. He willingly followed as Christina led him into the pub. He stayed a little behind, and entered about a minute after she did. It wouldnt help them to get information if anyone thought they were together. He strolled his way towards the bar, avoiding a few fights on the way, and ordered two rums. Then looking around he soon found a target.
He pushed his way through the crowd and stood before a table with a wench seated at it. Smiling he looked right in the eye. "Mind if I sit down?" No she didn't mind at all. He passed her a drink, and they began to talk.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 28, 2005 22:49:50 GMT -5
*At first Eric was listening to her scolding about how he'd seen her plenty of times but the second she spun around all of it went straight out the door and his eyes widened a little. As she spun back arond again he cleared his throat, tapped his fingers on his knees, and quickly glanced out the port hole.
When she mentioned her scars and how visible they were in the light Eric's brow furrowed and he watched her as she came over and sat down beside him.* Your scars don't bother me Evelyn, they never have. *He said truthfully. Perhaps her skin wasn't as smooth and flawless as silk but that didn't matter to him. To him she was beautiful with or without the scars. He knew he was about to sound corny to her but he didn't care.* You know I think you're beautiful Evelyn, you have nothing to hide from me. *He smiled.* Besides, I'm not perfect either. Incase you've forgotten I have a hefty scar on my shoulder when that damn guy shot me. *He stated, rubbing the spot where it was located with annoyance.
When she grabbed his hand and mentioned the word marriage his heart skipped a beat and his cheeks flushed with red and he let out a nervous laugh, smiling and nodding.* Ah, yeah. *He said. After her mention of the ship he stood up quickly, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing around.* Yeah, yeah. We should probably get up on deck. *He said walking quickly towards the door, throwing it open and heading out into the hall with his hands now thrust in his pockets.*
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 28, 2005 23:03:07 GMT -5
Her brows furrowed as he watched him stand quickly, rubbing the back of his neck meant he had suddenly grown rather nervous about something. She crossed her arms as her eyes darted towards him. They widened as he threw the door open and he made his way into the hall. "Bloody hell...what did I say?" she asked herself quietly, following suit.
She stepped into the hall and walked past the waning oil lamps that at this point were barely necessary now as not many people were milling about this far below decks. Moving up and meeting the sun however, she saw Tobbsy pointing out slightly ahead of them.
"There! We're gainin' on them!" she called.
Evelyn stared out off the starboard side and beamed. "I should warn the crew!" she called after her, with an excited grin upon her face. Without hesitation, Evelyn headed down for a moment, popped her head into the galley and made the announcement. "We've gained on the Margaria! Strap up everyone, we've got ourselves some rum to take!" she chirped brightly, a mischivious glint becoming apparent in her eye.
Heading back up, she shielded her eyes from the sun's harsh, sweltering rays. In no time, her hair would become fully dried once more, but nothing could bother her at this point, not even the thought of having to comb out unruly, salted, and tangled hair in the near future. Her hand went to the hilt of her sword and gripped it tightly. Moving next to Eric she nudged him. "Ready for it? And remember what I said...after this we'll have to try and pound some decent sword work lessons into you." She commented off handedly, leaning far over the railing staring at the Margarita that loomed so close she could see the crew milling about in a slight panic over its decks.
"Oy Tobbs! We need guns at the ready!" she called, but hoped other would overhear and take the hint. Evelyn was too eager latch onto a rope and swing right into the action. It was her true place in any fight really and it would be for this one too...
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Dec 29, 2005 11:21:01 GMT -5
Saber looked up and saw how close they were to the ship. She smiled as she heard Evelyn yell that they needed to get the guns ready. Saber too longed to swing over there and get into the middle of everything, but she took the hint and Ran towards one of the long nine. "Oy Evelyn! Wait till we've blasted a few of them to Davy Jones Locker to slip over there. Wouldnt want to blast you by accident." Saber yelled over her shoulder with a grin. She began to prime the cannon and load it. She kept having to push her hair out of her eyes and she was breathing heavily. One gun wouldn't do much but it would be a start. Saber really didnt care much about weather or not they took the ship. All it would mean is that the whole bloody crew would be drunk for a week, while she was left to herself. Still, she looked forward to a good fight and her hand kept itching to take up her sabre once more.
Kat eagerly leaned out on her spar holding onto a rope. This was what she had been waiting for. Quickly she made her way down and stood beside Evelyn. "So whats the course of action? And is it no quarter or do we lets some of the bloody crew live?" She asked her eyes glowing and her knives at the ready. The prospect of a whole ship full of rum was just too good an oportunity to miss. Especially since her own bottle had been dry that morning.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 29, 2005 13:32:50 GMT -5
*As Eric arrived back up on deck his eyes went instantly to the Margarita. It was so close now that he could see the crew scrambling about upon it and figured that soon enough he'd even hear their cries and jeers. He fumbled with something in his pocket before crossing his arms and chewing his lip. Battles had always entertained him but he never liked them as much of the rest of the crew it seemed, although he did find himself starting to.
He glanced over his shoulder as Evy made her way below decks to warn the rest of the crew and he himself walked over to the railing, his hand resting upon his pistol. When he heard Kat as Evelyn what they were to do with the opposing crew he listened, glancing out of the corner of his eye though he didn't turn around.
Slowly he drew his pistol as well as his saber. Either way he was ready. He'd show Evelyn that you didn't need sword skills to stay alive in a battle! (Or rather he hoped he'd show her that!)*
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 29, 2005 13:43:55 GMT -5
Evelyn smiled slyly as the Pearl hastily caught up to the Margarita's stern. There were calls and screams in Spanish and from this distance Evelyn could only understand a few of the words. "They're afraid...I can tell..." she sneered, her eyes suddenly aglow with a ferocious tenacity waiting to be unleashed elsewhere. The sound of thick boots scrambling around deck caused Evelyn to abruptly turn her head. Saber was on board and apparently made her way towards one of the long nine's.
"Right Saber, wouldn' want to be blasted out of sight you know...at least...not this early in the fight." She laughed, smiling at Saber. "I'll go when you give the call! And aim for the masts! If we can get one early on, we'll slow 'em down a bit!" she called back to her and then turned back to face the crew as they glided ahead a bit. By now they were directly across from the ships' stern and bridge from which Evelyn could spot several spanish merchants, swearing all sorts of nasty things to her, and her face grew hot.
Kat joined her side and she shifted her eyes to her. "No quarter. The last thing we need is a couple of Spanish prisoners on board taking up our rations. Besides, the Spanish Navy'll try and rescue them. Better finish them all off in the end. These Spaniards, were they Naval officers would be much tougher opponents mind you, but these bilge rats, if we get their Captain down, it'll be easy rounding 'em up." She said flatly, talking about it all in a very business like manner.
"Oye linda, si no te mueres, tal vez seas mi mujer, eh?" A man jeered from the bridge at Kat. Evelyn blinked several times and chuckled. "Erm...Kat I think you have an admirer." She said, nodding her head towards the dark, lanky, looking sailor across from them making obscene gestures at them both. "He basically said if you didn't die, he'd take you as his 'woman'." she laughed. "Great, now we know what sort of scum we're dealin' with. Its a shame we'll have to kill them all really." Her voice was covered in sarcasm at this point.
Thinking back on it, her relationship with Luis had really given her nothing fruitful except this, the ability to somewhat understand and speak Spanish. However, at times like these, when they encountered males starved of womanly attention out at sea, she wished she didn't.
Just then a blast went off and Evelyn screamed. "DOWN!" Clutching onto Eric's collar, she brought him down forcefully onto the deck, plastering them both onto it, as a shot hissed past them and cracked into the deck several feet from their heads.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Dec 29, 2005 14:02:09 GMT -5
Kat nodded."Right no quarter it is then. Just then she heard the shouting and shook her head as Evelyn translated it. She shouted back at the man "I hope i get to kill you ya basterd!" Admirers in any way, shape, or form were not welcomed kindly by Kat. Just then a cannon blast rocked the ship. Kat was thrown to the deck by the force of the blow. "Ah bloody 'ell!" She looked at her left arm. A long splinter stuck out of it and her sleeve was becoming red. "Alright, now the've really made me angry." She said standing up and retriving her knife. She broke the splinter off, but felt no pain. She was ready to fight.
Saber ducked down as she heard Evelyn shout. The cannon ball wized through the air and struck the deck. Saber glanced behind her and saw her crewmates lying on the deck. She wanted to go and make sure everyone was alright, but she had a job to do. She finished loading the gun and began the careful process of aiming it. She shook her hair out of her eyes and set her sights on the main mast. Then with a breath and a prayer she fired the cannon.
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 29, 2005 14:25:11 GMT -5
((OOC: From now on if I include any spanish in my posts, I'll put the translations at the bottom if Evelyn doesn't directly tell you guys what it means, okay? And for those of you who understand it...woohoo for you! lol))
Evelyn's head knocked into the decks hard as she dragged Eric down towards her. The blast in the deck left a gaping whole and she blinked at it. "Bloody hell...they're goin' to sink the Pearl!" she yelped in a tone an octave or two higher than usual. "Those bastards!" she roared, rolling Eric off from her, and making towards another gun deciding, they needed at the very least three of these things shooting off. "Eric mate! Get over here and help me load this bloody thing!" she snapped, taking up the shot and loading it. "I want you to eventually take over, I'm headin' over soon as Saber gives the word." She said hastily, her honeyed eyes drifting towards Saber and giving a nod.
Loading the powder and aiming the cannon Evelyn took aim right for the main mast at its base, hoping to cause the most damage with one blow. "FIRE!" she called as the cannon was lit, hissed for a moment, then blasted off with a thunder of a crack. It whizzed through the air, blasted into the gunwalls of the Margarita and instead blasted right into the cannon facing them, causing yet another blast to sound off. Ducking her head, Evelyn shut her eyes tight, but found that the cannon hadn't shot their way.
Peering over the gunwalls instead, she found the cannon, as well as the spaniards that had surrounded it, all fell into the waters below with a scream. Only a great hole stood where the Cannon had replaced the gunwall and a clear shot of the main mast was left. She smiled at this small triumph. "Well it didn't go exactly where I had wanted, but at least they're down a gun!" She said to Eric excitedly. "Now take it over...I'm headin' over soon...SABER! Oy! Just give me the word, savvy?"
Taking up a piece rope she tugged, making sure it was tied onto something securely. She stood between Eric's and Kat's guns. A side glance towards Kat revealed to her the large spot of crimson that was seeping onto the womans' sleeve. Her brows lifted in slight shock at first before furrowing, "Kat mate! Are you alright?" she called. Her eyes darted back then as another obscenity came there way that stuck in her mind...
"Miran! Una de las damas viene! No te precupes princessa, yo te ensenare que es un hombre verdadero!" he called, making an obscene gesture directly afterwards, and laughs went up amongst the crew. "GARGH! You BLOODY BASTARD!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Obviously they had been referring to Eric when they made the comment and it made her blood boil, he eyes narrowed, and deciding against her better judgement, she swung over angrily, ready to dive in. "I'll carve out your bloody throat I will!"
(Translation: Look! One of the girls are coming! Don't worry princess, I'll show you what a reall man is like!)
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 29, 2005 15:00:16 GMT -5
*So they weren't going to be taking any prisoners then. Eric always preferred it that way as he would rather just get things done and over with. His dark eyes shot suddenly towards the first man to jeer at Kat and his eyes narrowed and he shook his head. When Evelyn translated he let out a bitter laugh and looked over at Kat.* Well I'm sure your flattered! *He exclaimed, gripping his sword hilt even tighter.
He turned to look back at the Margarita again when a blast when off and Evelyn snatched him, pulling him to the deck. He instictivley huddled over her, cringing as he felt the cannon ball fly past them and slam into the deck. He turned his face away quickly as the deck splintered and flew through the air.* Those bastards! They hit the ship! *He cried in unison with Evy. As she rolled him off of her he sprang to his feet, gathering the sword he had dropped when he was pulled down and spun swiftly to face the Margarita.
His face was set in a scowl as he ran over to help Evelyn load the second gun while Kat worked with the first. His anger was beginning to mount as the adrenline flowed through his veins. As the two cannons went off Eric watched as the opposing gunwall was blasted away, as well as a cannon and a few Spaniards. One corner of Eric's mouth rose in a sly grin and he glanced over at Evelyn. He opened his mouth to speak when she suddenly drew attention to Kat and he glanced over at the woman.
His brow furrowed immediatley at the sight of blood and his eyes narrowed. Just as he began to speak another man began to jeer over at them, apparently at Evelyn and when Eric caught the word hombre he knew instantly he was being talked about and at the sight of the obsense gesture his jaw set. Now he was truly pissed and his blood ran like boiling water through his veins.* That bastard! What'd he say? *He asked, turning to talk to Evelyn when suddenly he saw her swing over onto the ship.* EVELYN! Damnit. If she really expected me to stay here, she's an idiot. *He growled, moving away from the cannon and swinging over himself.
He wasn't about to let the others, especially Evy, fight hand to hand while he was back on the ship. And even though he didn't know what exactly had been said about him he was pretty sure it had to do something about a certain ability of his and he wasn't about to let the remark go unpunished.*
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Dec 29, 2005 15:02:23 GMT -5
Unlike Evelyn’s shot Saber’s held true. The cannon ball hit the mast with a shattering crack and Saber almost jumped up to see the damage. A bullet whizzed over her head and she was glad she didn’t. She could hear the screams and curses coming from the Spaniards and was glad she had never learned Spanish. Still staying low she turned and yelled “Now Evelyn! Now!” Then she noticed that Evelyn had already boarded the ship. “Bloody woman! I could have killed her!”Saber crept away from the side and made sure her weapons were in order. Then she too prepared to board.
Kat nodded at Evelyn’s inquiry. “I’m fine, really. Just concentrate on taking the ship.” Kat had also loaded a gun and now fired it. It hit the Margarita’s deck with a splintering crash, taking several men with it. Then taking up her knives she took hold of a rope and swung over. She landed in the middle of about ten of them. Two quick cuts with her knife dispached two of them. Then she pulled out her pistols.
Saber saw her sister swing over and sighed. "The two of them. Foolhardy lasses. No back up what-so-ever!" Waiting for the just the right moment she too swung over and landed in a clear patch. "Say what you want bloody spaniards, cuz I cant understand ya!" She said her eyes narrowing as she engaged in combat.
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 29, 2005 15:22:13 GMT -5
Evelyn landed with some difficulty. Havin her legs outstretched before her, she knocked a man down with a strong boot to the jaw. Falling to her knees she felt the instan rush of hostility towards her. Not to mention the things they were yelling at her now were enough to make Eric go insane so she'd rather just dispatch of them herself quickly before Eric decided to be the hero for her. Taking out her cutlass, she brandished it before them all as they encircled her, jeering all the while. But a sudden crack in the air shot her heart in her throat, Saber had let off one last cannon her way.
The ship rumbled beneath her feet and she fought to keep balance. Peering up above her, the sails swayed, and she blinked. Saber had successfully shot down the main mast and she scrambled as the men below made to find a safe spot. Her heart beat fast as she heard the dull crack, splinter, then giant woosh of a fall. She dove, sliding towards the steps that led to the bridge in order to take cover.
There was a thunderous moan as the mast fell, crushing several bodies underneath...
Evelyn had avoided being smashed directly under the main mast, but one of its heavy spars had slammed into and grazed her left side, scratching her horribly on her upper ribs. She cringed and coughed as the dust settled. There was another blast and Evelyn instantly covered her head, though wondered momentarily if that really would have helped should a cannon have come whizzing past her.
She gave a hacking cough as splintered wood and dust flew into the air. Her eyes stung, but she rubbed them profusely, hoping to get most of the dust out. Blinking around, she decided the pain in her side would have to wait, she had to get up before the other did, or else she was as good as dead. She was clearly outnumbered here, that is, until she noticed a figure moving onto the deck through the dust that was all too familiar for her not to place.
She stood with a hand at her side briefly, and then removed it. Deciding not to bring attention to the wound for Eric's sake and to keep her immediate disadvantage out of the enemy's attention. Her attention was caught by a man who stood and pulled at her wrist grinning horribly at her. With a quick flick of the wrist, she cut off his hand, hearing him scream in utter horror before he fell to his knees, and she finished him off. Blood stained her boots as he fell to the floor headless, and she moved on to the next, ready to take on the crew by storm...
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Dec 29, 2005 23:53:41 GMT -5
(OOC: Since Bossa is absolutely useless right now, I'll be playing the part of Seurill, too. And, since I don't speak Spanish, Evy will be giving me a hand with translations Gracias!) ::How could this be happening?! He'd always prided himself on the speed of his vessels, especially the swift Margarita, but that black ship.... It moved at an unnatural pace, and always surrounded by an eerie fog. He'd heard it's name before. The Black Pearl....::
::It had appreared suddenly out of the mist, a lengendary omen of Death fast approaching over the heavy waves. Once the first cannon shot had been fired, he'd left his men on deck and rushed to his quarters, intent on hiding all of his maps and small bits of gold. The Pearl might be straight out of myth, but her crew was real enough.::
::Just as he stored the last of his scrolls into a large iron box behind what appeared to be nothing more than a painting, he heard another round of cannon fire. It seemed the attack had hit it's mark, as the blast was followed by shouts on deck and the crash of, what he assumed to be, the main mast toppeling. So much for an escape....::
::His door flung open then, and he jumped to his feet::"Capitán Seurill!!" ::a young man shouted, his cheek spattered with blood. He was gasping for breath as he stumbled forward. Before he could deliver the message he'd come for, a pistol shot rang out behind him, and he fell lifeless to the floor of the cabin. Seurill looked up, his narrowed eyes masking the terror gripping his heart::"...Quien eres?" ::he asked, slowly reaching for his pistol::
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