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Post by Evelyn on Jan 2, 2006 20:48:39 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....
So What's Happened So Far?
The crew's caught up and blasted away most of the Crew of the Margarita and are currently claiming their prize! However, with only one member of the Margarita's crew alive, Capitan Suerill, suspicions arise as he begs for his life in exchange for valuable information...
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 Jan 2, 2006 21:04:34 GMT -5
((OOC: Took the liberty of opening a new thread. Hope that's okay with everyone!))
Evelyn watched Eric go with a smile and as he closed the door behind him she let out a heavy sigh and sank back into the comfortable bed. She closed her eyes and stared up at the ceiling, pressing a hand to her side, groaning a bit as the aching in her side continued. Why had Eric been smiling so...? And he wouldn't give her an explanation, in fact he seemed to have avoided the topic completely.
Her honeyed eyes shifted about the room, looking over their meager holdings. Of course, nothing of value was visible, but she and Eric had been sharing a secret stash they had been storing under a loose board beneath the bed. All the treasures, trinkets, and other things they had escaped with on lucrative missions had been stored there. For what, she wasn't exactly sure. For safe keeping...in case of an emergency? She found herself hoarding these valuable items for some time now and as her thoughts drifted...she found her eyes drooping...
She found herself on a shore, staring out at the waves that gently washed over her bare feet. The moon hung high in the skies, the stars twinkled, and she watched as a boy came running towards her.
"Mother!" someone yelled and for some odd reason she decided to turn her head. The boy smiled at her and she furrowed her brows. There was a quaint home on the hill, from which smoke billowed from it.
"Evelyn!" came another voice and looking up near the home again, Eric was beaming at her in the soft moonlight. "Come in! Its getting cold!" he called.
Evelyn was breathing hard, her eyes darted away from him towards the sea. The waves swelled in the twilight, washed over her feet once more, and in a small roar, rushed back far into the distance...
She gasped as her eyes shot open. Her eyes stared up at the splintery ceiling of the cabin. "Bloody hell..." she whispered, her mouth slightly agape. She wiped her brow, taking the slight sheen of sweat that had built there. Her eyes then looked suspiciously at the money below her bed and snorted. "Its all your fault." she snapped at it accusingly. "I'm happy where I am." She told it with a firm nod, sitting up and proceeding to extract the boots from her hot feet. Touching the cool air, she pulled them up and crosssed them as she sat there, biting her nails, awaiting Eric's return with her rum.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 2, 2006 23:44:09 GMT -5
(ooc - No its not okay! *sheesh* lol Awwww Evy wants to be a mommy!)
Kat was brought back from her day dreams of rum by the pat on her good arm. She looked up and saw Eric going down into the ship. "Hmm? What? Switch places? Er... Good idea." She said to an empty staircase. Sighing she ran her hand though her blood covered hair and growled as her fingers got caught in the mess. Jerking them out, she went to the ropes and attached a barrel of rum. Hoisting it up, she secured it at a good hight, and then swung it over to the Pearl. She saw her sister rolling one of the barrels Eric had delivered towards their own hold. Kat carefully held the barrel over the ship's deck till Saber got back.
Saber hummed as she rolled another barrel of rum in the direction of the hold. She had no clue why she was feeling so happy. She didn't even like rum! And she expected she was the only one with that view on that ship. But... if it made the rest of the crew happy, she was happy. Saber had seen alot of hardship and trouble in her life, but that never stopped her from looking on the bright side of things. Turning back she saw Kat holding a barrel above deck. "Oy sorry mate! I’ll be right there!" She quickly made her way back to the railing and guided the barrel to the ground.
"Well its about time ain't it!" Kat said as she eased the ropes. She swung the spar back around and putting it to rest let go of the ropes. She took Saber's sword from her belt and held it aloft. "I expect you'll be wantin' this!" She called to Saber teasingly.
"Now Kat just toss it over 'ere! No funny buisness!" Saber yelled through gritted teeth. As the sword flew through the air Saber lept up and caught it expertly. Swishing it back and forth a bit she stuck it back in her belt.
Kat almost smiled at her sister's skill and began to hoist another barrel. The two sisters worked with one another, the day's argument forgotten. Resting for a moment Kat turned and saw Eric also resting and drinking some water. "Now come on mate. Don't tell me you don't know how bad that stuff is! I mean that junk will rust metel!" She said, something of a grin on her face. "And aye, maybe we should have left some of the scum alive. Then we wouldnt have to work so hard." She said bending down and retreving one of her knives from a very dead spaniard's back.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jan 3, 2006 2:25:23 GMT -5
A figure emerged from the billowy smoke of the tattered Margarita. Tobbs stepped over the fallen mast, her twin blades in each of her hands. They accompanied her always, and after the battle with the Spaniards, their silver steel was covered in a shade of red. She too had her own share of fights. A plunge here, a stab there, a shot to the left, a knee to the groin, etc etc.
She’d watched the crew and made her throwing dagger ready when something got a little too close. When victory was nearing, she’d had her own fun with two of the opposing crew. Unfortunately, a crimson line across her upper sleeve proved error in her step, but surprisingly, the Miller boy had been there to assist her. She knew not whether to take that as a good thing, or as a bad. Tobbs was odd that way. Always worried about something.
Heading for the commotion, the woman peeked inside the cabin that seemed to be growing in attention. Furrowing her brows at the man in custody and his mention of “information”, Tobbs drew her eyes to Emma and the others, eying the wounds and visible signs of injury.
“We keepin’ this one alive? I’d say be careful, but ‘e doesn’t look like ‘e’s goin’ anywhere. I’ll be back to see if ‘e’s bluffin’ or we got a suprise we can bring to the cap’n after I check in with all the crew. The wounded need to be aided, and I’m seein’ that be done. Emma, that means ye too...”
That said with a nod, she smiled concernedly at the pirate and went back on the deck of the Margarita. She smiled as well to those she passed and either handed them clean cloths to clean up with or persisted to dress a wound or two with bandages. When she’d covered the deck of the Margarita, she stepped up on the side of the merchant ship:
“ALRIGHT YA LOT ‘O PROUD AND STUBBORN PIRATES! I’ve got a ‘andful of bandages I’ve not yet used, and if any of ye need some, I’ll be listenin’ or I’ll find ye MESELF. As of now, there’s someone on the Margarita I need to ‘ear of, and there’s rum to be taken aboard the Pearl! We’re in no ‘urry, so recover, find me or ‘ead for the Doc’s cabin for bandages, and come ‘elp wheel the prize aboard when yer ready and able. And ta those already workin’ on the rum, I’LL BE OVER SOON! MY THANKS FOR BEIN’ ON TOP ‘O THINGS! AND ‘ERE’S TA VICTORY MATES!”
She stepped down with an excited laugh, turning towards the cabin of the enemy captain. Pausing, Tobbs wrapped up her upper arm tightly and tied off the ends. With that, she headed over to hear from the others and perhaps coax the injured...(not hinting Emma or anything) to take a break and get patched up. She entered with a smirk at the man, locking her eyes directly on his.
“Anything from ‘im yet, or should we make ‘im walk now?”
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Post by Ian Miller on Jan 3, 2006 2:50:32 GMT -5
Ian was just about to begin to tell a little about himself when the crew had been called above deck. He rushed along with them, and after assisting in the rescue of Rhys, he’d held back and kept quiet. His attention was focused on the task at hand: victory over the Margarita. While most pirates favored steel, he favored his pistols. He’d cleaned out the barrels, loaded them, and made sure to carry extra catridges of bullets.
When the battle began, he was ready. He’d followed along with the rest of the crew when they boarded the other ship, firing empty three times and finally drawing his own saber. He’d once ran into Tobbs when she was in some trouble and helped her out of it. He knew she was thankful, and one day he might actually hear her gratitude. For now, the nod she gave him was fine.
And so he continued on fighting, picking up a scratch or two, but mostly maintaining little harm from the battle. He was quick with his feet and used distance as his ally, keeping him from a lot of harm. Of course, that competitiveness always got to his head, and towards the end he earned a deep little gash on his left arm, just below his shoulder. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed.
As the battle ended, the crew began helping the wounded and bringing the rum to the Pearl. Ian scanned quickly through the Spaniards to see if he could recognize any faces of his new crew that needed help. He was almost ready to turn back when he saw someone familiar in the distance. She was focused on bandaging an injury, and he headed over to see whom it was.
“...Maria?”
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Jan 3, 2006 3:34:06 GMT -5
The young lass leaned against the side of the ship, on her brow she wore a deep frown. Her dark brown eyes were intent on the dirty bandages, which she luckily found below the deck, underneath an old pair of breeches. She sniffled as the cold bit her nose and she could still smell gun powder, not to mention the creeping stench of death upon the deck. Those damn Spaniards... But at least they had claimed victory. The battle hadn't been as hard as expected, though no battle was a sea breeze. It was expected to gain a few minor cuts and bruises here and there. Without any 'battle wounds', even small ones, you couldn't really call it a battle.
She cleared her throat and shifted her weight, cocking her head to the side and she wound the material around the palm of her hand. Her tongue stuck out partially and she bit it, focusing fully on the small task at hand, when she heard her name called from the distance. Maria glanced up and kept her head titled, trying to decipher the voice that beckoned her. The young woman cocked a brow, pushing herself off the wall and walked towards the approaching figure.
"Yes?," she inquired as her fingers stopped their work and pressed into her left hand. "Ian?"
((ooc- my poor attempt in jumping back in))
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 3, 2006 20:54:24 GMT -5
ooc: Decided I didnt like me old font color *pats new shiny teal color*
*Erics brows raised in mild amusement and the corners of his lips twitched when Kat told him rust could get into the water. He gave a shrug. To him water was much more preferrable over rum. Growing up in wealthy London as a boy gave him a taste for the finer drinks in life and though he rarely drank wines and champagne's now, he still just couldn't find a liking for the likes of rum. Watching her as she fetched her knife from the back of a Spaniard as if it was nothing made him laugh and think of Ashley, his murdered fiance. If she had been in this situation she would have fainted long ago, or would have taken on the roll of the damsel in distress. He was glad none of these women were like that.
His dark eyes wandered lazily over to where Tobbs was instructing Emma to go get the aid she needed for the knife wound in her shoulder. When she handed him a clean cloth he ran it over his face and neck and stood up again, jamming both the flask of water and the now stained rag into his pocket. As he walked back towards the stairs he passed Ian and Maria and gave them a nod with his head before disappearing again below the deck to start trasnporting the rum barrels back up top again. He certainly wasn't looking forward to tomorrow, knowing his muscles would hate him for the work he was doing today.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 3, 2006 21:56:54 GMT -5
Evelyn's eyes continued to stare out the port hole. She gave a heavy sigh, drumming her fingers along her bent knee. The pain in her side continued of course, but where the hell was Eric? And where the hell was her rum? She rolled her eyes, gnawing at her nails but then realizing that they were almost chewed down a bit too far. She looked to the door, shook her head, and made to put on her boots. She figured Eric would scold her for being out there and possibly overtiring herself, but he was taking way too long.
"Idiot..." she muttered, pulling her thick, brown boots towards her and shoving them on. Standing, she took up her empty rum flask, and then her hand nearly ripped the door wide open, and she trudged down the hall, ignoring everything until she got herself some rum. Reaching the decks, she smiled broadly noting the crates and barrels all sitting on deck nicely.
"Praise Christ!" she called, staring up at the heavens and then smiling so broadly her face seemed aglow. Rushing towards one of them she wasted not type in taking the dagger which was still in her boot and pried it open furiously. Her eyes blinked in wonder and awe. An entire crate full of gleaming, glistening, jeweled bottels. Their contents glimmering gold in the sunlight. Her fingers passed over one of them carefully and she took it up.
"Mmmm...at last!" she cried, uncorking the bottle and taking a whiff before downing its contents.
In the warm, exhuasting sun, this was the best reward one could have here, out at sea.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 3, 2006 23:21:55 GMT -5
Saber stood up and put her hands to her back. Twisting and turning she caused it to crack with an alarming sounding pop. Sighing with satisfaction she bent down again to pick up the crate that Kat had just swung over. Heaving it in her arms she added it to her stack. Turning, she gave it a small kick with the heel of her boot. She nodded and smiled as it lined up perfectly with the other crates.
She quickly made her way back to the rail to recieve another load. It was a barrel this time and as she untied it she flipped it on its side and began to roll it towards her stash. As she reached the rather large collection she had already gathered she saw Evelyn had gotten to it first. Saber groaned and put a hand to her head as Ev feaverishly opened one of the crates. "Oy... its going to start sooner then I thought." She sighed and turned to get another barrel. She called over her shoulder as she walked away. "You know... instead of guzzling that poison you could help bring it aboard!" Saber reached the railing and called to the other ship. "You blokes might want to 'urry up! Evelyn is going to drink all the rum afore you get over 'ere!"
Kat glanced up from tying another crate to the ropes. "Well tell 'er that if she doesnt stop it right now, I'll tell Eric shes out of bed!" Kat bent back to her work and her shoulders shook with silent laughter as Saber relayed the message. She finished tying the crate and sent it swinging over into Saber's willing hands. Kat didn't get her sister sometimes. She hated rum, and normally railed against it, but now she was helping stock the Pearl with a whole ship load of rum. Something must be on her mind, something she didn't want to think about, to make her work like this.
Kat shook her head and swung another barrel over. Looking about she saw Ian and Maria. She grunted and cursed as the ropes almost slipped from her grip. She wished someone besides Eric was helping. Didn't anyone else care about the rum?
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 3, 2006 23:40:15 GMT -5
*Erics muscles were growing shakey and tired and instead of carrying the barrels up on deck he started dragging them up to it, muttering all the while. The task was starting to make him irritable though he tried to hide it. He could hear the muffled voice of Saber shouting something about the rum, though he couldn't make out what she was saying. He figured someone had already gotten into it and snorted, thinking it was probably Kat or Emma.
As he neared the top of the steps he was able to make out some of what was being said and clearly heard his name. His brow cocked in curiosity and he drug the barrel along faster until finally he was up on deck, the breeze coming as a relief as it swept over him. Straightening up and stretching with his hands pressed on his aching back he glanced towards Kat with a furrowed brow.* Why'd you say my name? *He asked, though he didn't have to wait for the answer when he saw Evelyn guzzling down a bottle of rum on the other ship.
He rushed over to the railing, looking highly annoyed and he rolled his eyes.* Damnit Evelyn I told you I'd bring you some rum when I got done! Go back to the cabin and lay down! *He cried in a highly scolding voice. Shaking his head he couldn't believe how badly she had wanted that rum and it irritated him.* Don't make me swing over there! *He added, pointing a finger at her. She had her rum bottle now so there was absolutley no reason for her to stay up on the deck.
Normally he wasn't quite so testy with her in front of the others but at the moment he was tired and sore and sick of transporting rum barrels that he didn't even want in the first place. He figured he had ever right to be easily pissed off at this point.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 3, 2006 23:56:51 GMT -5
Evelyn took a long swig and smiled gratefully and filled with emotion, pressed it to her chest and embraced the bottle. "Ah.....! Sweet nectar of life!" she called, beaming at the bottle, noticing her awful reflection in the green glass. Saber's words caught her attention then and she shot her eyes towards her. "Shh! Would you bloody keep it down Saber? And besides...you all are doing a wonderful job at bringing the rum aboard. I wouldn' want ta spoil your rythmn." She suggested with a playful wink.
Looking over to the Margarita however at Saber she gasped in astonishment. "You wouldn't DARE tell him!" She scolded, furrowing her brows and looking back at the full crate. "Besides...i's not like he could tell me to do any...." but just as the words slipped away from her lips her jaw dropped slightly. Eric was in sight now and she hastily began gathering up as many bottles as she could in her arms, rushing with a guilty look on her face.
When he finally called to her she jumped slightly, but attempted to put on her most domineering facade available. "Don' you DARE tell me what the hell to do Eric! I ASKED you to bring me the bloody stuff HOURS ago!" she was exaggerating of course, but to Evelyn, the half an hour or so she spent without it was enough to make her skin crawl with anticipation. She was hoarding the bottles in her arms. "And don' you DARE tell me to go lay down! I'm grown up ye know, I can make decisions for myself unlike SOME!" she spat, glaring at him as she went towards the railings of the ship, and gave him a firm nod.
"And why don't you bloody swing over 'ere then! You can' stop me." She barked. Her blood boiled, but she was determined to take her sweet time up there, picking out what she would wager to be the BEST rum bottles and enjoy as many as she could in the warm caribbean sun.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 4, 2006 0:11:59 GMT -5
*Eric scowled at the fiery lass that was now standing by the deck railing yelling back at him. He had been testy before and now he was just plain pissed off and it showed as his hands balled into fists at his side.* It's been a half an hour Evy, thats hardly a long time to wait for some damn rum! There's water in the cabin, you can drink that you know! *He hollared back. When she yelled at him to stop telling her what to do he rolled his eyes and laughed bitterly. She had to know that he was right and if she didn't then clearly the loss of blood had gone straight to her head.* You better not be implying that I don't make my own decisions. I'm still on the damn Pearl aren't I. Thats my own decision! *He cried angrily.
He couldn't believe she was picking this fight with him. In his mind she was on the loosing end of it and there was no way he was going to back down. When she challenged him to swing over he snatched up one of the ropes and hopped up onto the railing, still glarring at her. If she thought he wouldn't really do it then she had another thing coming. Swinging over he took off after her and snatched her.* Youre GOING back to the room, Evelyn whether I have to drag you there myself and lock you inside. *He said, attempting to snatch some of the bottles from her so he could transport her more easily back to the cabin.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 4, 2006 0:25:16 GMT -5
Evelyn's eyes narrowed at him. How dare he yell at her like this? She didn't deserve it and she had a point! The idiot HAD told her he was going to go up and bring her back some rum. Did he do that though? No...he had to be all distracted with helping bring the rum up when he SHOULD have gotten a whole crate of the stuff and returned it to her room. It wasn't her fault he had been stupid.
His last phrase to her before he swung over the ship angered her. He did have a point there, but of course there were all sorts of things she could say to that, one in particular stuck out and wanted to burst from her mouth instantly. As he swung over, she merely glared at him, clutched the bottles to her chest possesively, and barked, "I am NOT goin' back to the room! 'M not a bleedin' rodent of a child!" She backed away from him as one shying away from a monster, with a slight loathing in her glare.
She continued backing until she touched her back with the main mast. Attempting to run from him, she was quickly snatched, and she rebelled angrily. "Don' you touch me! Let me go!" she roared, attempting to squirm away from his hold on her. "And don' you lock me up like some common thief!" she hissed to him a bit quietly. There was barely a hint of a plead in her voice a she stared fire into his eyes. Most of the bottles were dropping to the deck with a dull thud.
"GAH! And look what your makin' me do!" she cried, attempting to bend over and pick the bottles back up and clutch them.
He didn't allow it. She pulled her wrist from his grasp but he kept it firm. He was clearly set in what he wanted of her and she wasn't having it. Since when did Evelyn ever obey any commands made to her in her life? She hadn't obeyed a single one since the Devil's Wrath, and wasn't about to start.
Moving close to him, she glared up at him, her nose inches from his lips as she stared upwards fiercely. "You take me back to my room...and there'll be hell to pay..." she scowled with a slight growl in her throat.
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Post by Ian Miller on Jan 4, 2006 0:35:01 GMT -5
Ian approached Maria after he’d recognized the voice to belong to her. He cocked a brow when he saw her tying a bandage around her hand.
“You’re hurt?”
A serious expression accompanied his words, and he held out the clean cloth Tobbs had given him earlier. “Here, use this. It’s clean, and I’ve no need for it.” He half smiled, half nodded in earnest when he questioned where she would take it or not.
”You’re not hurt elsewhere, are you? Better take care of that now before we go over and help the others. You feel up to it?”
Just as he spoke, he saw something...his expression changed completely, to a solemn sort of worry. He locked his blue eyes onto Maria’s, trying to hint to her, trying to tell her something. Slowly reaching down to his side. He brushed his fingertips on the handle of one of his pistols, just as a hoarse cackle was whispered into Maria’s ear. Steel was pressed carefully against her neck in a second.
“Don’t move...the both of ye...”
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 4, 2006 1:03:11 GMT -5
Kat jumped to her feet in amazement. The shouting! The bickering! She hated to admit it, but it was worse then one of her fights with Saber! She watched as Eric swung over to "deal with" Evelyn. The grabbing, shouting and fighting continued. Kat stopped roping a crate to be lifted and leaned on the rail trying to not miss a word. "This is the best fight of the season. Good on ya mate!" She called to Evelyn."Dont let him tell you what to do!" She shook her head. "Now if I only had a good bottle of rum to go with this I could really enjoy it!"
Saber almost dropped the crate she was lugging."Evy!! Eric! Stop acting like children!! She tried to yell above the squabling. They didnt stop of course, and Eric began to propel Evelyn to the door of their cabin. Saber sighed and continued her work. "Kids" Saber was almost older then both of them, and while she wasnt exactly the most mature person, she certainly didnt get into fights like that. Saber stopped and whinced. At least, not anymore. She only had Kat to fight with now, and that was barely any fun. Back when she wasnt sailing on th pearl... well things had been different. She thought back to the dream she had while she was unconcious. Saber shuddered and shook her head. Her past was not a thing to think upon.
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