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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Dec 31, 2005 0:54:41 GMT -5
~Seurill~
::Seurril gulped as the second woman knelt before him and put the tip of her blade to his throat. She was smirking dangerously, and he certainly didn't like the tone of her voice, even if he couldn't tell just what she said to her companion. The steel against his skin was bitingly cold, and he suddenly lost the nerve he had gained with the discovery of the dagger in his boot, as well as his He wasn't sure trying to take them both on was such a good idea::
::Then suddenly the first woman turned to the door and shouted something about a sword or a saber, and rushed form the room. This was his chance! Throwing all caution to the wind in his desperate attempt to escape, Seurill jerked up and brought his fist into contact with the side of the second woman's face. He stumbled back for a moment, his legs still terribly weak after being kicked, then slipped the concealed dagger from his sleeve and thrust it at her chest::
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Dec 31, 2005 1:03:26 GMT -5
Emma's eyes were off of her captive for only a moment as Kat left the room,but that seemed to be all he needed.Her reflexes kicked in a moment too late for her to avoid the fist to her face,but she managed to twist her body so that the knife avoided her chest.It did,however,plunge into her shoulder,missing her collarbone narrowly and biting into the soft flesh just underneath.She let out a cry,more snarl than scream,as she fell back onto the floor.
But her grip on her sword was still tight,and her free hand had wrapped around the Spaniard's collar.Growling as she pulled him down with her,she pressed her sword to his throat.Her own injury didn't matter,not yet...
"What the HELL d'you think you're doin',mate?"she hissed,eyes glaring up into his,their fury turning them to steel."Think yer bein' clever?Let go of that knife,or you'll die 'ere and now..."
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Dec 31, 2005 1:16:25 GMT -5
(OOC: Evy, don't kill me.... You weren't here, and I needed to post, but I don't know Spanish, and I had to use an online translator, but I know those usually suck, so you'll have to fix it when you get back... *breathes* Okay! ^_^)
~Seurill~
::Gaze locked with that of the woman now gripping his collar with a strong fist, Seurill mentally cursed himself. He'd been too slow, and it had cost him. He now found himself in much the same predictament he'd been in only seconds before, only now his enemy was much more pissed off. He growled despite his fear and tightened his grip on the hilt of the dagger:: "Usted viene conmigo!" ::His words were meaningless, though. He was only buying time, until he could think of another way to escape....::
(translation = "you're coming with me!")
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Dec 31, 2005 1:31:14 GMT -5
Emma narrowed her eyes further,her blade fixed firmly against the man's throat.She tightened the fist in his shirt,putting a little bit of pressure on the blade in her hand.This was a battle of wills now,and she was sure as Hell not going to be the one to back down.If he killed her,she was going to be taking him down with her.
Still,she didn't have forever.She was bleeding now,and he wasn't.Her shoulder was throbbing,but she ignored it.She'd get treatment later;the battle of wills came first.
He spoke to her,and she sighed in exasperation.She didn't understand a word of what he was saying,and didn't know how to tell him that.Thinking hard,she remembered someone telling her-an old crew member?Some chap in a bar?-that Spanish and French were similar.She took a deep breath,then responded,hoping it was close enough to his own language that he'd get the message."Je...ne comprends pas!"It had been years since she had studied at all,but that would have to suffice.Just in case,she gave her blade another little nudge.
Just then,Rick burst through the door.He had heard Emma shouting,and had the pistol he hadn't already unloaded in his hand.A quick glance around the room revealed all he needed to see-Emma lying on the floor bleeding,some strange man on top of her.He aimed the gun at Seurill,snarling fiercely.
"Drop the knife.Get off of Emma.Don't try to escape,"he barked shortly,emerald green eyes set on the stranger."Don' act like y'don' get my meaning,either.Ye don' get that far bein' stupid.B'sides,I only know English and Gaelic,so th' only thing that'll make my meanin' any clearer is if I pull this trigger..."
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Dec 31, 2005 1:48:24 GMT -5
(OOC: HA!! A language I can actually speak!! *hugs Em*)
~Seurill~
::Seurill smirked slightly behind his cold mask. So this one spoke French, did she? He knew that language almost as well as his mother tongue....:: "Alors, peut-être tu peux me comprendre maintenant...," ::he hissed, eyes glowing:: "Tu ne veux pas ce ganger...."
::He spit the last words, once again feeling a surge of power. She was wounded, he was not. All he had to do was turn his blade the right way and....::
::The sudden sound of a pistol's hammer being cocked caught his attention, and he ripped his gaze away to stare up at the man in the room. He was snarling dangerously, pointing his weapon directly at his head. There was no way to escape now.....::
::Slowly, his eyes never leaving the pitch black barrels of the man's gun, Seurill released the hilt of his dagger and stood up, taking a few steps back from the woman as he did so. He raised his hands up in front of him...in surrender::
"...You win...," ::he said, his English clear despite his quaivering voice::
(translations: 1) "Then, perhaps you can understand me now...." 2) "You cannot win this.")
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Dec 31, 2005 2:03:38 GMT -5
(You're welcome...though Em doesn't speak very good French,either...she speaks "heard-it-ftom-some-guy-in-Tortuga/studied-when-I-was-a-lass French...But she can understand well enough ^^)
Emma was about to respond to Seurill's taunt,when Rick burst in.About damned time,too,she thought hazily.A little longer,and she wasn't sure she would have been able to come out on top.She made her way to her feet,holding the knife in the wound as her other hand untied her green sash.The pain wasn't affecting her quite as much as the blood loss,but fortunately,that was the bit she could put a stop to quickly...
She winced slightly,refusing to let herself make a sound as she pulled the knife out.It was in a difficult place to bandage by herself,but it wasn't as though this was a permanent arrangement,anyway...she'd get it looked at as soon as she could."Damn piece of...I can't tie it,I'll just tuck in the ends,"she conceded with a sigh,taking up her sword again.
Rick kept his pistol trained on Seurill."Yer damned right I win,y' yellow bastard,"he growled.His eyes flicked momentarily towards Emma,and he had to restrain the instinctive urge to run over to her and make sure she was all right.That wouldn't do either of them any good,not yet...not with their enemy still here...He satisfied himself with an, "All right,Em?"
The girl nodded resolutely,tightening the bandage a bit to constrict the blood flow."Aye,I'll be fine...carry on,Rick..."
He nodded,eyes turning back to Seurill.Stalking forward,he held his pistol half a foot from the man's forehead.
"Name.Rank.ONE good reason I shouldn't blow yer brains out right now f'r so much as touchin' Emma."
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 31, 2005 18:02:14 GMT -5
*Eric nodded his head to Rick when the man came over to see if they needed help. Watching as the dark haired lad went to defend the cabin door, Eric cringed slightly when Evelyn noticed the cut in his leg and began to come his way in concern.* Evy, no, its just a scratch and I-EVY! *He cried seeing a man coming towards her. She must have noticed it as well as she spun and confronted him easily. Eric couldn't help but grin and shake his head impressed. The woman had fast reflexes and excellent fighting skills. He honestly never pictured himself with a woman who even knew which of the sword to grab and now he was with a woman who could kick his ass in a second. But he liked it that way!
As another man backed her up against the railing Eric made to go for her but was cut off by the Spaniards comrad and had no choice but to stop and fight him. The only thing keeping him sane at the moment was knowing that Evelyn was capable of fending off her attacker. Suddenly he heard her mutter something about men and as he paried a blow from his own attacker he cried,* Hey! *,before turning his attention back to the man who wanted to kill him. When the man went to bring his sword down upon Eric, Eric snatched his arm, jerked him around so that the man faced away from him, and slit his throat with his sword. He pushed the man away from him and he crumpled to the bloodstained deck.
Glancing about himself he noticed Evelyn had downed her attacker as well and that for the most part the deck was now barren of living opposition. Wiping the sweat from his blood and dirt stained brow he nodded his head.* Looks like it! *He said, sheathing his sword and looking himself over.
He was covered in dirt and blood and his clothes were stained and torn. His hair was tossed about his head even more messily than usual and his breathing was fast and shallow. Swallowing he nudged one of the dead bodies with his toe when suddenly Evelyn rushed down the stairs crying out for Saber. His brow furrowing he rushed after her, kneeling down with one arm resting on his knee and he looked over the woman.
His face filled with relief when she seemed to be breathing.* Yeah, it seems like the fall is what hurt her, not one of the Spaniards. That's a good thing. *He stated. When Kat rushed over he rose to his feet and moved aside, watching intently as the lass spoke to her sister. When Saber's eyes fluttered open he smiled over at Evy and looked back to the sisters.* I hope you don't either Saber. *He laughed when she metioned the women hungry Spaniards.* Do you need me to carry you back to the ship or can you walk just fine? *He asked, hoping she wouldn't bite his head off for doing so. Despite how independent the women of the Pearl were he still always offered his help. It was just his nature.*
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 31, 2005 18:33:26 GMT -5
Evelyn's eyes were panicked as they passed over Saber. "Saber mate...Saber..." but another form came in swiftly. Looking up at Kat she could only say, "Well, she's breathin'..." before Saber's eyes fluttered open slowly. Leaning back onto her legs as she sat there, she smiled at the two as they embraced. She never knew the bond that siblings shared, never having any of her own, but seeing these two brought a warmth to her hear that was not there often.
She stood slowly, dusting her pants off, and taking her place by Eric's side. "Hah...they remind me of us a bit..." she said with a smirk. "Erm...well except you're a boy and they're both girls, and well their siblings, and well...if we were...that would be very, very disturbing considering what we've done..." she laughed, nudging him in the side.
Saber's unstable nature had Evy shaking her head at the lass. "Saber mate, ye might as well let Eric take you back to the ship. You're obviously too out of it to walk there yourself. And some rest might do you some good!" she suggested, lifting her brows, and smiling. "Besides, I promise...he's not as weak as he looks..." she whispered in an aside to her with another laguh and winking playfully at her.
"Go on then Eric, do somethin' useful for once!" She urged, slapping him in the back. "I'll get down into the ship's holds and pick ourselve out a lovely crate of rum! Its the reason we took the damned thing in the first place anyway, wasn' it?" she asked, arching a brow, and without another word, heading off down into the holds.
She passed several rooms, all of which looked as if they had been stripped and ransacked. Moving further down, she could hear footsteps scuttling around and she held her breath. There was someone else down here...
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Dec 31, 2005 23:58:34 GMT -5
Saber shook her hair out of her eyes and glared up at Eric. "Well considerin' I can’t bloody see straight yet, and I feel as though my back's been pounded with a large hammer, a bit of 'elp back to the ship might be nice. Besides..." She muttered almost to herself "I rather 'e carried me then a bloody Spaniard."
Kat groaned and put a hand to her head. “If you think you’ve been ‘avin problems wait till I tell you about the bastard who…” She paused “oh god… I left Emma alone with ‘im.” She stood there for but a second more and then dashed back to the captain’s cabin.
“Left Emma alone with who?” But Kat was already gone. “Eric you may want to find out what the devil she’s talkin’ about. I’ll be fine till you get back.” Saber said massaging her temples. “In any case I need to find my weapons. They’re probably strewn all over the deck.”
As Kat made her way over the debris and dead men her foot was suddenly caught by something. Her reflexes stopped her from falling, but just barely. Turning she looked to see what had obstructed her way. “Don’t these rats ever give up?!” She yelled in frustration finding that an almost dead Spaniard had grabbed her ankle. Grabbing a sword that was sticking out of a near by body she quickly slit the man’s throat. Nodding with satisfaction at the clean cut she took a look at the sword. It was Saber’s. “Hmm… how coincidental.” Kat thought to herself. Then she continued towards the cabin. One look in the door was enough. Glaring at the Spanish Captain she made her way over to Emma. “Need a little ‘elp with that bandage mate?” She said through clenched teeth, staring daggers at the captain. This was her fault. She should have known Saber wouldn’t be dead. She was knocked unconscious easily, and could also be rather clumsy. Kat had left Emma alone with a bloody Spaniard and this had happened. It would be hard for her to forgive herself.
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 1, 2006 1:55:24 GMT -5
Evelyn gazed around the dank, dark, holds of the ship with suspicion. "Who's there...?" she called into the dark. The scuttling continued and her heart leapt. Probably some cowardly sailor or other, come here to hide amongst the cargo. "Got cold feet, eh?" she asked with a sly grin hoping she could draw him out with her taunts. "Well ye know, I'd be afraid myself if I saw a whole ship of pirates such as ourselves bombardin' your little barge here..." she said with a laugh, making her way confidently to one of the various crates.
The letters RUM were placed over each crate. Definately had to be English rum then. Glancing it over it seemed almost as if her eyes glazed over with pure excitement. Here in this box, lay the contents that would fill her belly and make her the happiest woman within a hundred feet from her. Taking out the dagger from her boot, she wedged the blade into the crate lid, wedging it with a great force, hoping for it to pop right open. With a loud creak and a moan, it opened slightly, allowing her to dig her fingers underneath and lift it completely up.
"Ah...grade A rum..." she said taking up a bottle, popping it, and putting it to her lips. She drank heavily as if she had not had rum in years, though technically it had only been a few days. With a grin on her face, she looked back to the crate, and beamed. "Its goin' to be a good night tonight..." she chuckled, wiping the remainder from her lips, mixing the alcohol with the busted lip and causing it to sting. "Gah! Bloody Spaniards..." she hissed, cursing those that had wounded her previously. Placing her hand to her side again, it seared in pain now as the blood was drying. Without having any bandaging it would only get worse and if it were wide enough, it could develop into gangrene, something no sailor wanted out in the middle of nowhere.
Deciding hurrying up to take care of the wound herself was the best, she lifted the crate into her arms and weaved her way through the mess when the scuttling continued and she froze. "Who's there!?" she called again, but heard no response. Finally, moving quickly, she made towards the steps when suddenly she felt something running up her leg...
"What the....AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs a scream of sheer, bloody, murder. It wasn't even a scream Evelyn let out often, it was a pure shriek of terror.
She dropped the crate violently causing it to fall on its side and the contents of the crate to go smashing onto the floor creating a pool of rum, she fell in between the beams, swatted at her entire body, and heard a squeak.
A rat, the size of her fist or large was running up over her shirt. She screamed again, took a bottle, and smashed it into the rat causing it to scatter.
"GAH! YOU BLOODY RAT! YOU MADE ME SPILL MY RUM!" she howled at it, taking her pistol from her sash and taking a blind, angry, shot at it. Rage filled her veins and she shook. "I HATE RATS!" she screamed, tossing the broken bottles at it as it scuttered away. She could not believe an entire crate's worth of rum had been wasted and was lying in a pool at her feet ."Why....why?" she asked herself, shaking her head, and pouting.
Taking up a fresh crate, she held it to her as if it were gold, headed up the steps, and out onto the deck.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 1, 2006 20:11:36 GMT -5
*Eric simply snorted when Evelyn stated that he was stronger than he looked and he folded his arms. His eyes rolled and he watched her head off to fetch the rum they had come here for. Laughing suddenly at what Saber said his brown eyes turned back to her.* Well, I'm glad you think I'm better then one of those Spaniards! *He chuckled, still just glad that she was alright. There were so many ways in which one could die in this lifestyle and it was amazing to him that none of them had yet!
When Kat dashed off, mentioning something about leaving Emma alone with someone his brow furrowed and he watched her until she disappeared back up on deck. Looking back to Saber with slight concern he felt he had an idea of what was going on.* I think she left Emma alone with that bastard of a Captain. Ricks there too, though. They should be okay. *He said, hoping he was right, figuring three on one meant for pretty good odds.
He grinned curiously as Saber mentioned that she needed to go find her weapons and that he could come back for her later. Shaking his head he was still to this day amused at the stuborness of these women!* Saber, I can find your weapons you need to- *He began when a loud, horrific scream pierced the air, causing him to jump and turn swiftly in its direction. The only person he knew that had gone further below was Evelyn and his heart gave a jolt.
Without hesitation he began to rush down to the rum stash to help her when he stopped suddenly, seeing her tugging a large barrel of rum along and he stopped dead in his tracks, blinked, looked back at Saber, looked back at Evelyn, and blinked again.* What in the hell was that all about? You sounded like you were being killed! *He exclaimed, heading back over to Saber before she could sneak off for her weapons unattended. He didn't want her falling overboard in her condition and drowning!*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 1, 2006 21:15:39 GMT -5
Evelyn continued muttering obscenities at all four legged vermin when Eric came running towards her. She was frustrated, angered, and very annoyed at this point as she continued to lug the barrel of rum along. He spoke to her and she only huffed. "I WAS almost killed!" she snapped at him angrily. "You should have SEEN the rats down there. And the one that was crawling up my bloody leg! It almost killed me I swear..." she muttered out of the corner of her mouth.
Passing them both by, she reached the railings of the Margarita, stopped, and wiped the sweat from her brow. Muttering something inaudible she pouted, and shook her head. "Erm...have any of you got an idea on how exactly we're going to get these barrels to the other ship?" she asked, arching a brow and walking over.
"And I thought you were going to take Saber back...?" she asked Eric, looking down at Saber. Clutching a hand again to her side she shook her head at herself, the wound would need tending to soon, her head felt lighter by the minute, but she wouldn't leave Saber or the ship until she knew the crew was safely back on the Pearl. The commotion surrounding one of the cabin's, seemingly the Margarita captured her attention for a brief moment, but seeing Kat, Emma, and Rick in the same area she doubted they needed any further assistance with anything. So what she wanted now, was to make sure everyone would make it bake safe and sound.
That and well, the rum of course.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 1, 2006 21:53:53 GMT -5
Saber looked up in surprise. That scream was like nothing she had ever heard before. At least not amoung Jack Sparrow's crew. "Or... you might what to find out what that was about." She remarked tentivly. Eric was already rushing away. Suddenly he stoped and when he moved a little to the side Saber could see Evelyn lugging a crate or somthing. Thinking to herself that Eric's inquiery was enough, she didnt add any words to press the issue. Instead she listened intently to hear the reason. "A rat? A bloody little rat? That's it? You had Eric scared to death that his only love was being horribly murdered by some Spanish drunk, and you come up 'ere to tell us it was a rat." Saber shook her head. "Unbelieveible mate." Saber sighed at the mention of getting the rum back on the Pearl. It would be tough, but perhaps with a bit of inginuity... "Look do ya see that block and tackle on the end of that spar up there? And do you see the rope thats hagin' down from it?" Saber said pointing in the direction of the device that she had mentioned. "Well all ya have to do, is to attach the rum to the end of the rope, use the spar's guide lines to swing it about, so that it swings out over the Pearl, and then lower the rum into our 'old. Its all rather simple mate." She said with a mischevious grin. Saber nodded her head at the mention of Eric taking her back to the ship. "Look Eric, dont worry about the weapons, the knives are replaceable, I just need my sword, and I'm sure if you remind Kat she'll find it for me. Just get me over to the Pearl quick as you can, and then get back over 'ere to 'elp load up the rum before the whole crew dies of thrist." She said as she shook her head in amusment.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 1, 2006 22:08:45 GMT -5
Emma shook her head slightly at Kat,her hand on her shoulder over the bandage to help with additional pressure.
"It's nothin',Kat,"she assured her friend with a slight smile."Just a scratch.I'll 'ave it fixed up better when we get back t' the Pearl."She sheathed her sword,pretending quite effectively that moving her arm didn't hurt nearly as badly as it did.
Evelyn was nearby and looking at them,and she gave a slight nod in acknowledgement,turning her injured shoulder away from the other sailor almost instinctively.Kat had already spotted her injury,but there was absolutely no need for everyone to go fussing about her.She knew well enough that it was not,as she had claimed,'just a scratch',but that didn't matter.She'd be fine.
Rick didn't even notice as people began rushing into the cabin.His eyes and his weapon remained trained on the Spaniard captain,awaiting an answer to his questions.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 1, 2006 22:22:55 GMT -5
(OOC: *Grins at Evy* Wow, mate, yer almost as bad as I am with spiders....)
~Seurill~
::Captain Seurill stared up at Rick, unable to speak for a moment due to the sudden dryness of his mouth and thoat. He licked his lips, gulping slightly, and tried to smile despite his fear::
"I am Capitán Seurill," ::he said slowly. He wasn't entirely sure giving his true rank was such a good idea, but he was less likely to be shot if they knew he was someone of importance. He swallowed again. That covered his name and rank, but he wasn't sure he could answer the last question. He certainly wasn't sorry for stabbing the beastly woman, if that's what the man was asking. After all, THEY were the ones invading HIS ship! But he held his tongue....::
"I...can give you...información. I have maps.... Maps to, uh...tesoro." ::He hoped the message was clear enough, though he doubted they understood::
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