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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Feb 1, 2006 2:07:48 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...
The Margarita has sunk, but fortunately not before all of the rum was transported over to the Pearl. While a drinking match between Evelyn and Kat was being judged, Captain Seurill was taken to the brig, where he is currently coughing up blood *odd looks him*. Evelyn (to everyone's surprise) won the drinking match, and now Kat must wear a dress when they dock. Saber, meanwhile, has found out that Seurill knows of a treasure, one so great that he would trade his life for it...
In Tortuga, Barbossa, Christina, and Aaron have come up with nothing in regard to Seurill. But who is this "Nakia" who has confronted Barbossa? And does she really have something that might interest the Captain and his crew?
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
>>>BIG NOTE! READ PLEASE!<<< Considering the lack of posting going on lately, and the inability of this RPG to propel it's self along... I'm helping...
IT IS NOW MORNING FOLKS!!! At least on the Pearl... you guys in Tortuga... keep doing your thing... Pirates on the Pearl, think of this as a wake up call. If you haven't been posting lately, or want to join suddenly... now is the time to post your charri waking up on the Pearl.
Oh and the current time is late morning... around ten o'clock. If you want to post your charri waking up earlier, go ahead, just bring their actions up to late morning. I figure alot of people will be waking up late anyway, what with the actions of yesterday. Fighting, bringing the rum aboard, drinking copious amounts of rum... Good morning everyone! *grin*
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Feb 1, 2006 12:44:04 GMT -5
(ooc - Go on shoot me, hang me, maroon me, whatever you want to do to me because I had the audacity to start a new thread, and make it morning. *sticks toungue out* I don't care... it needed to be done.)
Saber had been up for hours, walking about deck, finding something to eat, but generally keeping to herself. No dreams had come to her last night, but she was impatiently waiting for Evelyn to wake up. She needed to tell her about the Spainiard. And then there was Kat. Saber sighed and leaned on the aft rail. What would she do when she found out she had lost the drinking match? Well… might as well get it over with. Saber slowly made her way below deck, and into their cabin. She looked at her older sister with a mixture of pity and disgust. “Kat… hey Kat… it’s time to get up.”
Kat groaned, put a hand over her eyes, rolled over and promptly fell out of Saber’s bunk. “Bloody ‘ell. Someone put out that lantern!” She mumbled as she tried to cover her face and sit up.
“It’s not a lantern…” Saber signed and slowly picked up her sister and helped her to sit on the chair in the corner “It’s the sun, shining through the port hole.”
“Well then turn it off! “Are you still drunk?” “No… Yes… Maybe… Damn…” Kat put her head in her hands and rested her elbows on her knees. “We had a drinking contest last night… didn’t we? Ev… and I…” Saber sighed… here it comes… “Yes, you did” “Well… Who won!” Kat demanded and suddenly lifted her head. She groaned and put her head back down. “Damn you… tell me!” Saber glared, she was so fed up with her sister. Fed up with her temper, her drinking, her random killing sprees… “Look I’m not gonna tell you one blinkin’ bloody thing till you get washed up, and changed out of those filthy clothes.” Kat started to protest but Saber had put her foot down. “Go up on deck, breath some fresh air, and when you get back I’ll have a clean shirt and some water ready. NOW GO!” Saber thundered. Kat glared and staggered to her feet and out the door.
Saber sighed and set about to get some things ready. Rummaging through Kat’s trunk she managed to find an extra shirt. She looked at it in despair. It too was covered in old blood and rum stains. Well it was better then the one Kat wore now. She headed to the galley and got a bowl of water from a barrel and then found a reasonably clean rag. Coming back she found Kat standing, leaning her arms and head against the top bunk in their room.
“Feel better?” Kat coughed “Actually…no… I dumped my guts overboard if you want to know.” Saber set the bowl and rag down and scoffed. “Serves you bloody right if you ask me.” “Well I didn’t ask you did I?” Kat looked up and glared at her little sister. Saber could be such a big pain. Constantly acting like she was perfect and that everyone else was always wrong. Saber sighed and put her hands on her hips “Now come on… Lets get you out of those repulsive garments.” Kat slowly began to unlace her bodice, and when she was done, Saber helped her to pull it off. Kat winced at the armhole rubbed against her left arm. Saber looked with concern at her sister’s face. “You got wounded yesterday… didn’t you?” Kat shrugged “Damnit! Why didn’t you tell someone?! Saber quickly began to roll up Kat’s sleeve. “Its nothing! Just a splinter from that first cannon blast!” Kat began to protest. She stopped and looked down at her wound as Saber gasped. The piece of wood had completely worked itself into her upper arm, and was totally imbedded. “Kat… if we don’t get that out right now, it’s gonna get infected. Come on… sit down.”
Using a thinly bladed knife Saber began to work on her sister’s wound. Kat ground her teeth as pain shot through her arm. Slowly, painfully the splinter was removed. Saber held up the bloody relic for inspection. It was about the size of her index finger, and blood and bits of tissue clung to it. Saber dropped it onto the table. “Next time remove it right away and it won’t be so difficult.” “I don’t need my kid sister tellin’ me how ta take care o’ me self.” Kat growled. Saber sighed and threw the rag in her sister’s face. “Fine, have it yore way.” She turned and walked out the door. Looking over her shoulder she called, “You lost by the way”, then she left, slamming the door behind her.
Mount saint Helens would have been proud of the eruption that happened in the Tompson sister’s room. Saber bared the door, turning a deaf ear to the shouts and insults coming from inside, and then went in search of Evelyn. She needed to tell her about what the Spaniard had said about a treasure.
(My apologies for the longo post, and my lack of actually knowing what a person having a hangover does *g* Oh and folks... its seriously wrong when 9 out of the 10 most recent posts are by the same person... I know I have five charries running around... but thats no excuse for you not to post.)
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 2, 2006 0:46:50 GMT -5
*Eric had tried to ignore the feeling and brightness of the hot Caribbean sun spilling in through the open port hole and splashing over him but soon it became impossible. His eyes blinked open and squinted against the harsh sunlight as he gazed up at the worn wooden ceiling. It hadn't been that great of a night with Evelyn waking up every so often to go throw up on deck. He of course had followed her up everytime, just incase, and ignored any comments she threw his way about doing so.
It felt like he had hardly slept at all as he let out a groan, ran his hands over his face, and stretched out. He felt his arm wack Evelyn suddenly in the face and in an instant he was sitting up and looking at her with wide eyes filled with a false innocense. He hadn't expected her to still be in bed! Usually she was up and about hours before he was, he figured it was because of the hangover.* Im sorry I thought you were up! *He exclaimed with incredible speed, waiting for the moment when she would snap at him for waking her up with a wack in the face.
In a split second he thought of something that could possibly save him and his lips parted into a large grin.* Dont know if you remember or not but you won the drinking contest which means Kat has to wear a dress you pick out for her! *He stated, running his hand through his slightly tangled hair and yawning. His brown gaze fell lazily upon the door for a moment as he heard two familiar voices shouting at one another and he laughed.* Well, apparently Kat just found out she lost. *He grinned, looking back over at Evelyn.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 2, 2006 1:11:53 GMT -5
Evelyn groaned and twisted in her bed. She hated the night before. All of it as she hadn't recollected anything besides throwing her guts up over the side of the ship and yelling at Eric. The stupid idiot. He simply HAD to follow her up on deck everytime she felt like relieving herself of the evil rums' effects on her system. She moaned and as his arm crashed onto her face she groaned.
It was an abrupt introduction to the morning. "GARGH! What the 'ell Eric?" she muttered angrily, shaking her head, and groaning. She turned to look at him and snarled angrily at him. "IDIOT! Gah! Here I am bloody drunk beyond belief an' all you can do ta help is follow me up to the deck when you DON'T need to and bloody smack me in the face in the morning!" she barked, bringing a hand to her head, and clutching it. She had a massive headache right now and could care less what Eric had said, though it did bring her satisfaction.
She rubbed her head and turned to the door. "Jesus...are they up an' bickerin' already?" Evelyn asked, arching a brow, and propping herself up on one elbow. Then her head crashed back into the pillow again. "God...well at least I won." She said, shrugging. Evelyn looked towards Eric, shook her head, then smacked him with a stinging hand across his bare chest. "Idiot." She groaned again, turning so that her head hung over the edge of the bed and she groaned again. "Gah...well at least today'll be interestin'." She smiled satisfactorily. Evelyn had completely forgotten about the minor bet she had made with Kat and only hoped the woman would keep her end of it and calmly accept her fate. "Pink with frills..." she smiled into her pillow, though groaning in doscomfort nonetheless.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Feb 2, 2006 2:32:30 GMT -5
Saber sighed and walked up to the door of Eric and Evelyn's room. She could hear them talking, and moving about a little, so she knew they were up. Raising her fist, she paused and thought about if what she had to tell was worth disturbing them. Yes... it was... treasure was not something to be taken lightly. She gave a sharp rap with her knuckles on the hard wood, and took a step back waiting to see if the door would open.
Kat stood in the middle of their room, her chest and shoulders heaving. Her fury was just about spent, and the room showed it. Bedding was everywhere, and the bowl of water lay spilled and broken. A knife was stuck in the back of the door, as were two others dug deep into the small table. Lost? Her? Kat couldn't remember the last time she lost anything. No... she couldn't have lost. Saber had only said that to make her angry. But no, something deep inside her told her that she had been telling the truth. "For once." Kat growled to herself.
With a moan of dispare, Kat put her hands to her face, and sank to her knees. The bargin... the bet... she remembered it now. She massaged her throbing head, and thought about it. No it was too awful to bear thought. A dress... she would have to wear a dress... picked out by Evelyn, and worn in whatever port they docked at next. Kat shuddered. Something told her the place they would soon be heading was not some out of the way obscure port where no one would recognize her. No, it would probably be Port Royal, Oxbey, or even... Kat groaned... Tortuga. "Please don't let it be Tortuga." She muttered. Almost everyone there knew her... they knew what she did, and they knew the feirce fighting image she had built up for herself. If she was seen in a dress... perish the thought.
Slowly Kat got to her feet. Painfuly, she changed her clothes, and banaged her arm. She ran her hands through her hair, only to have them get caught in the mass of bloody tangles. Cursing, she set about cleaning the blood out of her hair. Her head hurt horribly, and her arm was still throbbing... but it was nothing compared to the pain of her wounded pride.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Feb 3, 2006 0:09:57 GMT -5
(This is a filler post!!Until next morning,when I can think.I'll put a real post here by noon!)
~Saber edit~ Liar... it's way past noon. *g* hope nothing has gone majorly wrong that is keeping you from posting! *huggles*
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 3, 2006 3:40:09 GMT -5
*Eric couldnt help but grin a little at Evelyns retort to his wacking her in the face. Inwardly he actually found it rather funny but he knew it would anger her if he stated that out loud so he kept it to himself. He pulled his legs up so that he was sitting cross legged and hunched over with his arms resting across his knees. He laughed when she asked about Saber and Kat and he nodded. Those two could rival he and Evelyn when it came to constant arguing. He was surprised one sister hadn't killed the other yet, the way they carried on.
Eric sat up straight again and started to stretch when Evelyn slapped him across his chest. He bent over quickly as sheilding himself from another blow and he rubbed the spot that was now stinging.* Oh thats nice, thanks for that. I could've just left you on the bloody galley floor last night you know! *He exclaimed with a snort. As she buried her face in her pillow he rolled his eyes and climbed over her and out of the bed. Glancing about for his shirt he found it sitting on the seat of a chair and snatched it up.
His brown eyes drifted suddenly over to the door when he heard a knock upon it and his brows lifted curiously. Throwing his shirt on he trotted over to it and pulled it open to find Saber standing on the other side. He smiled at her and figured she was searching for Evelyn so he opened the door further for her.* Good morning Saber, Kat hasn't kill you yet I see! *He laughed, winking at her as he walked back over to the table, leaving the door open as he sat down in the chair to slip on his boots. He was curious as to what she had to say, seeing as to how she didn't usually come knocking on their door in the mornings.*
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Feb 3, 2006 4:05:51 GMT -5
Saber stepped through the open door. She smiled at Eric's greeting "No... not yet... but I don't know what she'll do when I get back to our room." Saber shook her head, and sighed. "I'm sorry ta be disturbing you both like this, but I have some interesting news." She paused and ran her hand across her forehead. "Really I should have told you last night Evelyn, but well... we were all a little busy." Saber gave a half smile as she thought about how she had carried her sister to their room.
Turning her thoughts back to the moment she looked at Evelyn. "Its that Spainard, down in the brig. Now I don't know who he is, or why they brought him aboard... but I think I can guess." Saber took a deep breath. She hadn't really intended to tell anyone about her visit to Seurill, but this was important."I took some food down to him last night while you were all... having ... fun. Anyway, he told me that he want's to speak to our Captain because he knows of a treasure. He's willing to trade his freedom for it. Seeing as... Jack's... not 'ere, and you bein' the only one who can speak any proper Spanish, I figured you would be the best to tell." Saber stood there a minute and looked at the floor. "So what do you want to do?"
Kat sat on Saber's bunk, her head in her hands. Life was horrible. A dress... a bloody dress... proabably with a corset and everything. And what if Evelyn found a pink one! She shuddered. Deciding she couldn't stay in the cabin forever she slowly staggered to her feet and walked over to the door. It wouldnt budge. Kat cursed and remembered that Saber had set the outside latch. Probably to keep Kat from hurting anyone in her current state of rage. Well a little thing like a latch wasnt going to stop her.
Kat slid the sword through the crack in the door. Bingo... the latch came free. Pushing open the door, Kat wandered aimlessly down the hall and into the galley. A half full bottle of rum sat on the table, left from the night before. Kat picked it up, and brought it to her lips. Then she stopped. "What the hell am I doing?" She muttered to herself. She dropped the bottle and sank into a chair "Like all I need right now is more rum." Kat leaned her arms on the table, and buried her face in them. Her future was not looking bright.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Feb 4, 2006 2:57:20 GMT -5
Sitting on her bed, staring passively at the wall across from her for some time now, she wondred why she didn't remain sleeping. She was still tired, this was obvious through her glazed stare. Maria did this quite often, every week or so. Something about being resposible, waking up before the rest of the crew or something of that sort. Of course, it never really made a difference, as she rarely -if ever- left her cabin.
She yawned and leaned her back against the wall. Her deep brown eyes scanned the cabin and as her eyes raked over the mirror, she blinked lazily at her own reflection. Looking herself over, her gaze focused on the small gash on her throat where the blade had broken the skin. Reminiscing the situation she winced slightly and her brows stitched together. I suppose it wasn't a very good idea to stay on that ship... Maria thought shaking her head as her lips pressed into a hard line.
((ooc- sorry guys I've been pressed with school work))
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 5, 2006 1:54:48 GMT -5
Evelyn groaned as Eric talked about leaving her on the galley floor. "Yeah...o' course you would." She muttered into the pillow, then turned her face to watch him slip his shirt on. For some odd reason Evelyn liked being there to see him dress. It made her feel a sense of intimacy with him that didn't involve actual touching at all. Instead, it was the simple confidence that she was the only one whom he undressed for, and the only one that he would ever do so in such a casual manner.
When he opened the door and Saber walked in she moaned into her pillow, but smirked nonetheless. The dress...ah...pink....
But as Saber spoke, Evelyn sat up, blinked, and rubbed the sleep away from her eyes. "Spaniard? Spaniard...." she thought, mumbling to herself attempting to recall the events of the past few days. "Oh! 'im! He's still on the damned ship? Why hasn' someone tossed him overboard yet?" But the explanation soon followed. Evelyn sighed, then stood, and pulled her boots away from the corner and shoved them on.
Looking to Eric briefly, she peered at Saber again and said, "Fine, fine. Where the bloody 'ell is he?" she asked, ready to follow her towards his location as she smoothed a hand over her thick curls.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Feb 5, 2006 2:44:49 GMT -5
Saber fiddled with a strand of her long brown hair, wrapping it around her finger as she waited for a response. She gave a half smile as Evelyn asked where the Spainard was. "Up in the crows nest..." She said sarcastically. "Down in the brig, where do ya think?" Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she turned on her heel and walked out the door. She led Evelyn along the hall and past the galley, then down a flight of stairs to the lowest deck.
"Here we are..." She said going up to one of the cells. Looking in through the bars, she saw the Spainard curled up by the wall on a pile of straw. "Hey... you awake?" She called softly to him. "I brought someone ta talk to ya." She said stepping away slightly. She turned and looked at Evelyn. "He's all yores, but if ya want ta get any information out of 'im, I suggest you don't insult him to much." Saber said smirking a little. She had seen Evelyn's hate for this man's kind the day before. But she knew as well as anyone, that cursing a man to his face, was no way to get him to cooperate. Saber turned back to the cell, but said over her shoulder,"Besides... he did supply you with all that rum you had last night."
(dang... short post... no Kat... oh well...)
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 5, 2006 15:09:34 GMT -5
Evelyn followed Saber down into the brig. She shivered slightly at the dark, dank, state of it all down here and her eyes shifted about the holdings. As she led her over to the holding cell she furrowed her brows at him. Damned Spaniards, she thought, crossing her arms as she glanced over the sad man curled upon the dirty hay. When Saber suggested her not insulting him though, she arched a brow at her astonished. She was kidding right?
"Oh I won' be insultin' the man..." she spat, and gazed into the cell. "An' he didn' give US any rum, we took it by force, the moment we stripped him of his bloody pride and crew I might add." She added snidely, as she looked at his twisted form. So the interrogation began and right off the bat Evelyn made one thing perfectly clear:
"Yo te voy a dar preguntas, y tu las respuestas. Si no me digas lo que queiro oir, bueno, eso no vas a vivir a hacer conmigo. Comprende?" She asked, arching a brow at him. Evelyn wasn't goint to insult the man, and as she glanced around for the key, she finally managed to retrieve it and unlocked the cell.
Moving in quickly, she drew the pistol embedded in her sash, smashed the but across his face, spat, then pulled the hammer back. He was a cornered animal, in more ways than one and she knew there was only one way he could react now.
"Te puedo matar o...me puedes dar las respuestas que estoy buscando...ahora...de que tesoro hablas?" she asked him, nodding her head to him, urging him to give her the right answer.
*Translations:
"I'm going to give you questions, and you will give me the answers. If you don't tell me what I want to hear, well, you won't live to be able to do that for long."
"I can kill you, or you can tell me the answers I'm looking for...now...what is this treasure you speak of?"
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 5, 2006 15:39:59 GMT -5
*Eric looked up at Saber as he finished tying his shoes and smiled at her, waving his hand at her appology.* Its fine. *He said simply, rising with a large yawn and a stretch, his brown eyes wandering over to the buttery glow that stretched upon the sea outside of the port hole. With a cocked brow he looked back at Saber curiously as she spoke. He had actually forgotten about the Spaniard Captain they had captured and he grinned slightly and snorted.
As the women slipped out of the cabin he thrust his hands in his pockets and wandered back up on deck, glancing around with lazy eyes. Most of the crew was up and about by now and with a heavy sigh he figured it was high time to start his chores as well.
Snatching up a few tools he decided to get to work repairing the deck of the ship where a couple cannon balls had went through it. As the sun rose higher in the sky he sat back on his heels a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve. He wondered what they were going to do with the Spaniard and frowned as he thought of how the man had stabbed Emma. Whatever happened to him Eric hoped it wasn't good.
Bending back over again to get back to work he smirked suddenly and figured Evelyn would deal with the man. She might be small but she was pretty damn intimidating when she wanted to be!*
(ooc: Im bringing in another male character named TP because Eric needs a male buddy. I'll be playing a girl character named Maddy too as shes critical to TPs character ;D)
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TP
New Citizen/New Sailor
The quiet ones are always thinking
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Post by TP on Feb 5, 2006 16:01:34 GMT -5
*TP was sitting in the galley with Maddy, munching on a piece of dried ham and an apple. His feet were propped up on the table and his grey eyes were staring blankly off into space like they often did. TP was a quiet man who kept mostly to himself, though the crew had become accustomed to it by now. Maddy and Eric were the only two he really talked to often enough to count for anything.
The sounds of loud bickering floated down the hall and pulled him out of his day dreams. Glancing over his shoulder to listen for a moment he snorted and glanced back at Maddy, giving his head a quick shake to move his long brown hair from his eyes.* Those two 'er at it already! *He said. Maddy laughed and went back to stabbing a knife between her fingers that were splayed out over the table.* One o' these days yer gonna chop one of yer fingers off an' I'm jus' gonna say I told ye so. *He grinned, rising to his feet and strolling out of the galley.
Heading up on deck he climbed up into the crows nest to keep watch for a while. He leaned against the railing lazily, his hair whipping about in the breeze. Below him suddenly the sound of a hammer rang out and his eyes snapped towards it, finding Eric working on the deck. Climbing down and hopping back onto the deck he strolled over to the man and got on his knees beside him.* Up with the rest o' us fer once 'eh! *He grunted, snatching a spare hammer from a nearby chest and helping him out.*
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Feb 6, 2006 18:38:08 GMT -5
(I live!!! And I see I'm once again surrounded by beautiful women... :3 Heh heh heh, Bossa's such a pimp....) ~Bossa ::Barbossa sighed, his eyes still locked on Christiana from across the room. He could see that she was starting to look for an escape, and if she didn't find one soon he might have to intervene.... On the one hand, the men were just drunk enough to start talking, but then again, they were also too drunk to know when to give up::
::He lifted his stolen mug to his lips, peering out over the rim as he started to drink -- when suddenly a hand came down in front of his face. Startled, Barbossa immediately reached for the hilt of his gun, pulling back at the same time. He'd been in too many pub brawls to be off his guard for a second. He whipped out his pistol, pointed it at the figure in front of him...and stopped. The figure -- quite literally -- was a voluptuous woman dressed in such a tight outfit that for a moment, the pirate captain wondered how she managed to breathe. Her dark eyes shone down at him, and before he could react she had removed the mug from his hand and sat down next to him::
::This was getting interesting::
::After a few gulps of the fresh rum the barmaid brought a moment later, Barbossa was more willing to listen. The woman seemed to know him already, though he had surely never seen her before, and even addressed him by name. Her name, he learned, was Nakia, though she offered nothing about herself beyond that. She did, however, mention that she had something for him....::
"Aye, Miss Nakia? Ye have my attention...." ::Barbossa eyed her carefully, and not just on account of her tight bodice -- he wasn't sure he trusted her yet. After all, the last time he'd met a beautiful woman in a Tortuga pub, she'd tried to kill him later that night, and he wasn't about to let a few curves fool him again::
::However, before she could respond, another figure was hovering over them, and Barbossa glanced up to see Christiana, arms crossed, glaring at the new arrival. He gulped. He'd completely forgotten that he was supposed to have been watching her....:: "Chris, m'dear.... This be Nakia." ::He tried to give a convincing smile, but a sudden wave of guilt was causing his chest to pound. It wasn't as though he'd done anything wrong with her.... In fact, SHE was the one who'd come to him! "Uh, apparently she's got something...important...for me...."
::He grimaced. That couldn't have come out worse if he'd been trying::(I'll wait for Evy before I post as Suerill.... You know, given that I can't speak Spanish and what not )
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