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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 1, 2006 23:57:50 GMT -5
*When Evelyn told him what had attacked her while she was fetching rum he laughed out loud, his brows rising in amusement.* Rats? A woman hungry Spaniard with a sword doesn't scare you but a rat does? *He snorted, shaking his head. She had the strangest mixture of fears he had ever seen, considering the lifestyle she led. Glancing over at Saber as she commented about it as well his grin grew and he looked back over at Evelyn, his eyes dancing with laughter just as much as his mouth was.
With another shake of his head he kneeled down and scooped up Saber to take her back to the ship. It was slightly more difficult then he thought it would be, swinging back over to the Pearl with her held by just one arm but he managed it. Touching down on the other side he grinned at her.* Looks like the sharks are only going to get Spaniard to eat for now! *He exclaimed, rushing her off to the cabin where she could be tended to by the ships doctor. After fetching the man and sending him to Saber he hurried back over to the ship to help with the rum while Emma, Rick, and Kat dealt with Seurill.
He searched around on deck for a short while trying to find Saber's sword, not knowing that Kat had it, and frowned. He hoped it would turn up somewhere or Saber wasn't going to be a very happy pirate! Still glancing about him as he trotted back below deck he finally gave it up long enough to start helping Evy get the rum barrels over to the Pearl. Snatching one of the barrels and carrying it back up to the main deck he sat it down and sat down on top of it, looking over at Evelyn, his eyes continually wandering to the bloody wound at her side.* Maybe you should get checked up and then we can come get the rum. *He said, eyeing her, knowing that the comment would likely spark some kind of an argument but not really caring as he didn't want her to push her limits.*
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 1, 2006 23:59:26 GMT -5
Rick's dark green eyes narrowed in suspicion as the man spoke.Well,damn.He knew well enough as a pirate to pick up on when someone was trying to bribe them,but couldn't understand what with.However,it had to be fairly good,for this captain to think he'd be able to escape death with it.Sighing,he stepped closer to Seurill.
"Em.Find me some rope,will ye,lass?"
Emma nodded,glad of a task to help distract her from her injury.It took her only a few moments to find a coil of rope in a storage crate,and bring it back over to Rick."Here ya go,"she said,glaring fiercely at Seurill."Need anythin' else?"
"Nah,that'll be it.Thanks,Emma,"he replied,taking Seurills' weapons before he tied his hands behind his back.It didn't look very comfortable,but then,captives weren't supposed to be,anyway.That would defy the purpose.Dragging the captain to his feet,he gave him a rough shove towards the cabin door. "All righ',mate,let's go.Back t' the Pearl."
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 2, 2006 0:13:51 GMT -5
Evelyn watched as Eric carefully took Saber in his arms and smiled at him. There was a sense of pride and admiration that swelled within her again that she wasn't sure about really. Admiration? Pride? Why? Its not like Eric technically belonged to her, so why would she take pride in the way he was portrayed to the crew? All the same, she shrugged it off, shook her head, and decided hauling up the rum crates was the best she could do for now. So turning, she headed back down into the dank, dirty, ship's holds. Her eyes this time, however, remained hawk-like and ever vigilant of the things that went scuttling past into corners. "I hate Spaniards..." she snarled once more, bending over and taking up another crate. They seemed to be getting harder for her to take up to the deck and by the second one, she stumbled a bit.
"Hold yourself together Eve..." she told herself quietly with sweat building on her brow once more. It was probably a mixture of the heat, the stress, the movement, and the blood flow that caused it but she was feeling increasingly dizzy. When she reached the deck with the second crate, she slammed it down, and leaned into it. Her hands held herself up by clinging to the crates sides. Her eyes stared ahead at the Pearl and at Eric who came back up on deck.
Great...why did he turn up whenever she was hit with a swell of pain or anything that could remotely knock her off her feet? He swung back and she turned her back on him, heading down for another crate. He followed suit and by this point her breathing was heavy and slow. She closed her eyes as he spoke to her, " 'M fine..." she muttered, placing a hand to her side, then widening them as it seemed as if fresh blood were flowing freely once more from the wound.
She had been so determined to get the rum up on deck and back to the Pearl when her better judgment was crying out for her to at least bandage the wound up first. Doing strenuous activities with a fresh wound like that only increased blood flow and she really shouldn't be so surprised at the results she was getting.
"Oh God..." she whispered, as her legs buckled, and she nearly crumpled onto the deck. Only her hands clinging to the crates sides kept her from falling face first into the deck.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 2, 2006 0:28:26 GMT -5
Kat eyed her friend with suspicion."Yore not alright, but i'll let it be." Realizing she was somewhat in the way she left the cabin and headed back over to Evelyn, Eric and Saber. She saw Eric taking her sister back over to the pearl and smiled. Ev had a good man there make no mistake. He was always ready to help anyone who needed it. "Gah I'm startin' to have soft spots for people!" She shook her head and decided to follow Evelyn and Eric below and start bringing more rum up on deck. Before Kat joined Jack's crew she had never felt sorry for anyone, not even herself. And you wouldn't have caught her smiling or mentaly thanking anyone either.
Sticking Saber's sword into ther belt and going below deck she looked at the mess of broken rum bottles and spilled rum. She put a hand to her brow and sighed. "I wonder what the 'ell happened 'ere?" Looking up she saw Evelyn crumple. "Oh perfect, as if Saber and Emma weren't bad enough." She took a few steps forward and realized that it was not her place to help without being asked. No this was Eric's job. Still Kat stayed in the background so that she could be of any help if it was needed.
Saber greatfuly accepted the "ride" back to the Pearl. She chuckled as Eric mentioned that the sharks would only get Spainiards for now. "I bet they all get stomach aches." He took her to a cabin and laid her down. Then ran to fetch the doctor. As he came in with a the man Saber began to protest. "Now Eric that I don't need! I'm not that..." But he was already gone. Saber flopped down on the bed and sighed. "Might as well get this over with."
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 2, 2006 0:30:05 GMT -5
*Erics eyes narrowed unsurely upon Evelyn as she insisted on continuing to try and bring the rum barrels up on deck. Apparently the womans love of the drink was stronger than he had thought. Glancing over at Kat he figured she loved rum just as much and the thought made him laugh softly to himself. He shook his head and had almost gone for another barrel when he heard her whisper something and practically fall to the deck.
Hurrying over he snatched her up, his eyes going straight to the wound in her side that had started bleeding again and he shook his head, his eyes turning back upon her own.* Evelyn, damnit, you're going back over to the Pearl now. The rest of us can bring the rum over. Kat's already helping. *He said sternly, set in his decision and refusing to sway regardless of what she said or did. He was stronger than her, especially now with her blood loss, he knew there wasn't much she could do to protest.* I'll come back, Kat. If I don't though come after me because Evelyn probably did something to me. *He winked and headed out.
As he carried Evelyn back up on deck he snatched a rope to swing over and before actually doing so, noted that Emma, Rick, and Kat had taken the Spanish captain as a captive. He also noticed that Kat had Saber's sword, which was a huge relief on his part. It seemed everything was under control now and so, swinging back over to the Pearl still holding Evelyn he headed towards their cabin.* When I get back I promise to bring you a very large mug of rum, alright! I just don't want you dying over it, Evelyn. *He said scolding her, though his tone was soft.
Setting her down on the bed he decided to help her dress her wound first before returning for the rum. She was and always would be his first priority over all other things. Smiling at her he laughed softly, shaking his head as he went over to the wash basin to dampen a rag. He had to admire her strength and perserverance, even if they did get her into trouble sometimes.*
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 2, 2006 0:30:41 GMT -5
~Seurill~
::Seurill winced as the man bound him, but once again wisely decided to hold his tongue. The last thing he needed now was to piss them off further. Sighing, he allowed himself to be led toward the door, then abruptly stopped, accidentally stepping on the man's foot in the process::
"Espera!" ::he cried suddenly, his English gone as he whirled around. If he was going to make it out of this with his head, he was going to need more than just stories:: "Se me olvido las mapas!"
::He nodded over to the large painting on the wall behind his desk, hoping someone would understand::
(translation: "Wait! I forgot the maps!")
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 2, 2006 0:55:26 GMT -5
Evelyn attempted brushing Eric's assistance off. "I can at least get myself over to the..." but there was no way around it. Looking into Eric's eyes, this time he seemed set. There were rare times when Eric looked this way, but Evelyn knew that when he did he was not going to budge. She bit her lip as he carried her back over to their cabin. He spoke to her again and though his tone was light, she still understood the gravity of them.
Evelyn felt a bit guilty actually, putting herself in danger like that...even if it was for rum. She was silent as he placed her down on the bed and she positioned herself on the edge of the bed, her boots firmly on the ground. She winced again as she pulled the shirt away from it. During the past hour or so, the wound had dried to the shirt and pulled off a bit more skin than it would have needed to initially. Now, underneath her chest, on her ribs, she saw the damage clearly.
The spar apparently had scratched deeper than she thought. The fresh blood was seeping through the bits of dried blood, and an area about as large as her balled fist was affected. Most of it was torn skin.
It stung as the cool draft within the room passed over it. The actual cut was not wide, but rather a bit deeper than she had thought previously.
She heard him laugh softly and she turned her honeyed eyes towards him. She arched a brow and smirked herself through the pain. She swallowed hard as she leaned to her right, resting her head on her bedpost. Looking to his leg she nodded towards it. "You know I have to take a look at that too." She mentioned, remembering the wound he had sustained as well while on board.
A finger tapped the now dried blood at the bottom of her swollen lip. "Bloody Spaniards...did I ever mention how much I hate them..." she spat, thinking back to Luis and every other one that had done her considerable harm in the past. The room was quiet, but Evelyn was finding more and more often now that silences between them weren't as empty as they used to be. There was a wonderful peace she felt in moments like this that with any other person she could never find.
Watching him there, at the wash basin, with that smile on his face she simply stared again. He was changing on her. Growing a bit more and she wasn't sure into what.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 2, 2006 1:13:56 GMT -5
*Eric dipped the rag into the luke warm water, rang it out a bit, and came back over to sit down beside Evelyn. He cringed slightly at the sight of her wound. It was a lot worse then what he thought it was and cursed inwardly at himself for not bringing her back here much sooner.* This'll probably sting but I can't really help it. *He said, lightly rubbing the rag over the bloody wound to begin cleaning it up, trying his best not to hurt her too badly. When she remembered the cut on his leg and brought it up he grinned a little.* Its not as bad as this is so it can wait. *He said, not exactly thrilled with having it looked at.
Rising to rinse the rag out he glanced at her slyly out of the corner of his eye and his grin smoothed out into a smile. He remembered when he first met her. She seemed colder then, even withdrawn. Now she was softer and much more open, at least to him. Looking away from her he glanced back down towards his pocket, his smile growing so much so that his teeth were showing and as he rang the rag out again he sat down beside her, still smiling.* The blood is cleaned up, I gotta pour some alchohol in it. *He said and fetched some from the chest. Sitting back down he quickly poured it over the wound and wiped away the excess.
Gently he bandaged the wound and then brought the rag to her lip, carefully wiping the blood away from it as well as the rest of her face.* I think it should all be alright now. *He said, more to himself then to her as he let his eyes roam over her one more time just to be certain. Although he figured she wouldn't be entirely happy until she knew that the rum was safe and sound upon the Pearl.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 2, 2006 1:28:40 GMT -5
She watched him take his place beside her on the bed. The rag in his hand ready to start swiping the blood away from her wound. She cringed in preparation at his words. Her hand automatically sought comfort by clinging to the arm of his sleeve, clutching it tightly in her fist when the rag passed over the skin. She shut her eyes tightly, holding her breath as he continued. Her entire body tensed immensely.
He brushed off her comments really about his leg and she sighed. "Well...its still getting a look." She mumbled like a disgruntled child. Looking at her wound, she held her shirt up just above the wound, making sure it did not contact the affected area again. Her eyes closed in slight exhaustion and delirium. When she managed to focus again, she looked up at him, and in the dim light, she noticed he had a broad smile on his face. "What are you smiling about...?" she asked curiously, arching a brow as he head back over to her.
He said nothing and only cleaned the wound. She sucked in air abruptly through her clenched teeth and her hand clutched his sleeve once more. With the other hand she managed to keep the shirt pulled up just enough for him to tend to the wound and then bandage it carefully. He wiped at her lip and she looked his face over as he did so, not saying a thing.
Her brows furrowed at him as if she were attempting to divine some sort of answer to some mystery from him. "Why were you smiling..." she asked again, lowering her shirt, and then without a word so that he could not argue, she snatched the same rag from his hand, and made to rinse it, ready to show him the same care and attention he offered her so willingly.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 2, 2006 1:41:38 GMT -5
Okay so I just noticed this smiley with a twitchy eye and had to put it in my post *g* don't ask, I just love him *pats him and calls him squishy**He ignored her the first time she asked why he was smiling, though he quickly tried to erase the cheesey look from his face. When she asked again he raised his brows and gave her an oblivious look.* I don't know what you mean. *He said with a simple shrug, watching as she snatched the rag away from him suddenly. He let out a slight groan now that he realized he wasn't going to get out of having his ankle checked.
It stung slightly, now that he was focusing on it again, though he knew it wasn't nearly as bad as hers was.* You really don't have to look at this you know. You can lay down while I go back over to the Margarita. *He said, lifting the leg of his pants just enough to glance over the wound himself. The dried blood and dirt made it look worse then what it really was.
Looking back up at her he found himself smiling again and when he realized he was doing it he tried to frown, which failed slightly and only resulted in him having a very odd look on his face. Hoping Evelyn wouldn't notice he looked away and stared out the Port Hole.* You know what, I should probably go check on the hole in the deck too, just incase. *He said, standing up suddenly and inching his way towards the door.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 2, 2006 1:58:11 GMT -5
Her hands rang the rag in her hands as he spoke. He was clearly avoiding answering why he had been smiling so broadly moments ago and at current, was trying to brush off his wound. Which, really wasn't in his nature to do so that much but she cared about anything that affected him in any way really. Its the only way you could expect to be when you cared for...or rather...loved someone this much.
Evelyn of course never mentioned that word much to him at all. It was too heavy a word for her to say to him, even now. She figured it was just one of those things that came along with her doubting why she cared so much about whether she admired his actions or not. He in fact, was not bound to her in any way besides the bond they shared at the moment. And though it was stronger than any Evelyn had ever felt, she knew there was still that open window for him if he ever decided this life was not for him.
These thoughts came and went briefly, but her brows had furrowed while she contemplated them. "And right..." she said slowly, smirking at him as he stared out the port hole. "You're laughing at me for some reason...that's why you're smilin'..." she suggested, leaning over, and gently taking up his leg in her lap. With care and tender movements, she slipped the boot from his foot, and rolled up the leg of his trousers to his mid shin.
He was sitting completely in bed now and she furrrowed her brows at the wound, ever so gently wiping the dirt and dried blood from it while bending over and blowing on it cooly. It was definately nothing serious, but was still worth her time, as were all his wounds. "There's nothing much I can do except clean it up for you, savvy?" she said, not looking at him and continuing at her task. "And maybe you should check on it. But first, my rum." She said with a calm smile.
As she finished however, she spoke again and in a sincere tone. "Thank you." She said softly, turning her honey eyes towards him this time kindly. "For....everything." Evelyn said this simply and she knew he understood exactly what she meant. In that small phrase she was thanking him for everything, for putting his foot down when he needed, for being there in all the ways he was, for knowing how to cope with her so well...and well....care for her.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 2, 2006 2:24:43 GMT -5
*Well it seemed like he wasn't going to get away when Evelyn sat him back down and started cleaning out the cut. He laid back slightly, his upper body propped up by his elbows as he watched her. When she said he should check on the hole in the deck after he fetched her rum he grinned. When she finished he sat back up, glancing down at his freshly dressed shin and moving it around a bit.
When she thanked him however his head snapped up and his eyes locked upon hers. That was something she didn't do very often, especially to the degree she was using it now and it made him smile warmly.* You're welcome, Evelyn. *He said and leaned over, kissing her for a moment before standing up in front of her. He was still smiling as he did so.* I'll go fetch your rum now. *He said trotting over to the door. Pausing in the doorway he glanced over his shoulder at her, giving her a fond look.* Thanks, too, Evelyn, for more than you know. *He said and swiftly left the room. It wasn't a secret to either of them that they were happier now because they had one another. However Eric always wondered if Evelyn realized that she saved his life, in the most literal way possible. She was the thing that kept him smiling, kept him wanting to wake up every day and he knew that someday he'd find a way to prove to her that he was never going to leave.
With a content sigh he swung back over to the Margarita and found Kat still hauling the rum barrels up on deck. Grinning at her he glanced about.* Guess I'll start sending them over then! *He exclaimed, and quickly rigged one up, ready to swing it over to the Pearl.* Oh and Kat, make sure you give Saber her sword back right away. She might kill me if you don't. *He said with a snort.*
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 2, 2006 14:20:49 GMT -5
(*pokes Evy and Eric* you guys did it again! Off in your own little world *sigh* ) Kat nodded at Eric as he swung back over to the Margarita. She let the barrel she was hauling drop onto the deck with a thud. She stood and streached for a minute before heading back down to grab another one. "Aye, you better start gettin' 'em over to the pearl before this deck gets too crowded." She kicked at a broken spar that was in her way. What with the debries, and the bodies everywhere, finding places to put the rum down was getting harder. "Or before your woman dies of thirst." She almost chuckled as she heard Eric call out that she should give give Saber her sword back as soon as possible. "She might kill ya? Eh... I just might not give it back after all." Then she dissapeared down the stairs for another barrel of rum. While down there she rubbed her left arm. The large splinter, that had lodged its self in her arm from the first cannon shot, was still in there and it would need to be taken out, but it wasn't serious. Certainly not as serious as Evelyn's or Emma's injuries. Bending down she picked up another barrel and lugged it up on deck. Kicking an arm out of the way she set it down and breathed hard. This was tough work, much harder for her then stabing people in the back, but the taste of the rum would make up for it. She sat down on the barrel for a second to take a break, and was lost in thought over the rum. Saber sighed and subjected herself to be looked over by the ships doctor. (who is the bloody man anyway lol) Her injuries were far from serious. She had simply been winded by the fall, and the blow to her head had caused her to black out for a time. That wasn't new. It happened to her all the time. Even a little blow to the head could cause her to become unconsious for awhile. Further search showed that she had multiple bruises on her head and arms. On her right arm however was a long cut. It had probably happend before she was grabbed. It would need cleaning, but not stiching. Saber sat up and gritted her teeth as the doctor ran a warm cloth over her arm, cleaning away the dried blood and exposing the cut. She groaned and her shoulders sagged as the doctor turned around and grabbed a bottle of achohol. "Oh now thats not fair. No matter how hard I try to stay away from the stuff, you blokes come up with some way to get it into me!" She pouted and resisted for a while but then with a heavy sigh allowed her arm to be cleaned with the liquid. "Can I go now? Or are ya gonna subject me to bed rest or something?" The doctor, wise man that he was, saw that trying to make Saber rest some more would be like trying to catch a tiger. He shook his head and opening the door left the room. Saber bounded up at once, and grabbing her blue bandana, rushed out of the cabin. She paused and took the time to re-tie her head peice and then went to the rail. Leaning over she looked at the Margarita. "Oy Eric!" She called. "Swing the barrels over 'ere and I'll make sure they land proper!" Being usless was not a feeling Saber liked. "Oh and did ya find my sabre yet!" She called as an aside.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 2, 2006 18:01:39 GMT -5
ooc: Why i dont know what youre talkin about Saber! >inserts smiley with angel wings here< and lmao i figured someone on the bloody Pearl would know a bit about simple medicine, thats who I meant by doctor *throws arms up*
*Eric laughed and nodded at Kat's comment, glancing around at the cluster of barrels she had already brought back up on deck. He smirked at her when she said she might just not give the sword back.* You wouldn't let her kill me. *He laughed, watching her disappear below decks again. Shaking his head he began the process of rigging the barrels up. When Saber bounded up on deck he quickly began swinging them over to her and he flashed her a grin like a cheshire cat.* Kat has it, Saber. You don't get to kill me today! *He called, rigging up another barrel and swinging it over.
He figured they should have plenty of rum now to last them a lifetime, or rather last himself a lifetime. The others would be through it in a month! Grinning he found it funny that he had just fought for something he didn't even like. But of course he would never voice that out loud! When Kat sat down to take a break he had nearly all the barrels up on deck swung over to the Pearl and so he grinned at her, giving her a pat on her good arm.* We should switch for a while. Once Emma and Rick are done with that bastard of a captain they'll be over here too. Or at least they better be. *He laughed and trotted down below the deck.
As he stooped over to lift a barrel a rat went scurrying by and he laughed out loud, picturing Evelyn screaming bloody murder with one attached to her. Hoisting the barrel up in his arms he carried it back onto the deck. The strenuous process repeated until he sat down on the deck again, his back resting up against the railing. His skin glistened with sweat in the sunlight as he wiped his brow and took a swig of water from the flask in his pocket.
Nudging the closest dead spaniard with his foot he snorted and looked back over at Kat.* Maybe we should've kept a couple alive so they could be doing this, instead of us. *He grunted, standing back up again, sighing heavily as he made to go back below decks once more. At least there wasn't too awful much left. Once the rest of the crew pitched in he figured it wouldn't take them long at all to be on their way again.*
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