TP
New Citizen/New Sailor
The quiet ones are always thinking
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Post by TP on Mar 4, 2006 1:48:45 GMT -5
*TP flew down the stairs in close pursuit behind Eric. When they arrived in the brig his grey eyes widened at the site before him and he stopped dead in his tracks. For a moment he didn't really believe that he was seeing things correctly and blinked a few times, but the images didn't change. His brow furrowed and as Eric lunged forward to attack the Spaniard TP raced towards him and kept him back, which was a feat that took all the strength he could muster.* Damnit, Eric, don't be an idiot! 'Elp Evy, don't worry 'bout him, Sabers got it. GO! *He commanded, shoving Eric in the chest back in the direction of the fallen woman.
As Eric rushed to Evelyns side and swept her away he frowned and turned to look back at Emma, Saber, and Seurill. He stood still as stone in his spot, listening silently to the interaction between the pirate lass and the Spaniard and he shook his head slowly, unsure of what exactly to do.
He wasn't exactly good in social situations of any kind, especially when it came to someones emotions. TP was an extreme introvert and at the moment he was feeling very awkward.* Erm...Saber maybe you should uh...maybe go up on deck or somethin'...get some fresh air like? *He said, his voice now back to it's usual quiet, deep tone. His pale gaze flickered over to Emma as if silently asking her to handle the woman while he made sure that the Spaniard didn't die on them.*
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Christiana O'Riley
New Citizen/New Sailor
Everyone has secrets...can you guess mine?
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Post by Christiana O'Riley on Mar 4, 2006 2:00:54 GMT -5
Chris didn't really know where she was going,as she stormed out into the darkened streets of Tortuga.It didn't, to be quite honest, matter to her at all.The night...the night was blue,a dark,silk-and-velvet blue that encased anything and everything within it,muffling and dampening light and sound and emotion.She took random turns,trying desperately to get lost in a city she hadn't ever even left until she met Barbossa.
Barbossa....that bastard.Men were...men were so weak!
She was weak,too.Weak and stupid.Why in all the hells men had ever devised had she gone and done this to herself?She...she cared about that man!How could she have let that happen?Love wasn't supposed to come into this...She had gotten so...so deplorably soft!And now she was paying for it,wasn't she?
Stupid,stupid,stupid.
The streets of Tortuga were perfect for going nowhere.She wound between rowdy pubs and dimly-lit brothels, and buildings full of flats whose own rodents were ashamed to live there.There was mist in the air,rolling down from the hills and swirling off of the sea in thin tendrils.Nothing seemed distinct,it was all swallowed up by the cloudy haze and the all-consuming blue of midnight...
It was cold...She shivered,her slim,pale body curling in on itself for warmth before she remembered the shawl around her waist. This afforded her at least some meager measure of warmth,and she wandered on.
She couldn't have said how she wandered like a ghost through the haze.But then a voice reached her,and her vision of the Night shattered like glass,then disappeared entirely,leaving her exposed in the overwhelming detail of reality.
Barbossa.Why did it have to be Barbossa?
She wanted to scream at him.She wanted to hold him.She wanted to strike him,to hurt him,to run away and start over again...
She wanted,so,so badly,to just lean up and...
He made her mind up for her.As she looked up into his eyes,hurt,confused,lost,angry,he just...cut through all that.In an instant,it was gone.
Her shawl fell to the ground,and she shivered,but it wasn't cold anymore.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Mar 4, 2006 16:11:07 GMT -5
Emma looked up at TP, seeing him in a new light.He had always appeared very quiet, but the situation seemed to bring out something in him.He had a commanding prescence for all of a few seconds,then fell back to being the quiet,slightly awkward young man she'd seen earlier.A small smile curved her lips,and she gave a nod, catching immediately the meaning of the look.She wasn't exactly a people person herself,not until she'd quaffed an unholy amount of rum, but she'd known Saber longer than he had,and wasn't such a recluse.She brushed her hair back over her shoulder,ignoring the pain that shot through her torso as she pushed herself up off the wall.It might have shown in her eyes for an instant,but then it was gone.
Comforting people wasn't really something she was used to...quite the contrary,really,she made a habit of bothering people as much as she could whenever she could.Her step was far more hesitant than usual,heavy boots barely audible against the wooden floor as she approached her friend.
"Saber?"She offered cautiously,bluegreen eyes a bit uneasy."Saber,mate,are ye gonna be all righ'?"
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Mar 5, 2006 21:32:21 GMT -5
Saber never took her eyes off of Seurill. She heard her friends asking if she was alright, and she slowly nodded her head. "Aye... I'll be alright, and I could do with some fresh air. But... "I'm not leaving here till this bastard tells me every single thing he knows about that treasure." Saber narrowed her eyes, and stared hard at Seruill, wondering if he understood.
She knew her friends were concerned for her, but Saber really didnt want to go anywhere. She felt if she moved anywhere quickly she would probably pass out, and to top it off, she didnt want to risk seeing Eric or Evy anytime soon. How was she going to explain to them what had happened when she couldnt explain it to herself?
Kat stared at the door of the galley, people kept rushing by it, and she could have sworn, Eric has just rushed past with Evelyn in his arms. Slowly getting to her feet, she walked out of the galley, and up the stairs to the top deck. The sea breeze was refreshing, even though the light hurt her eyes. Walking to the rail, she looked out over the ocean blinking against the sun. "Well..." She muttered after a time "Either I've gone mad... or everyone else has..." And knowing Kat... she prefered to believe the latter.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Mar 7, 2006 1:05:04 GMT -5
(Sorry for the short post.... I'll work on it after classes today)
~Seurill
::Seurill began to grow nervous as the other people in the room drew closer. He had only wanted to talk to her...to Saber.... Even though she was trying to hide it by a mask of anger, she was still the most gentle creature on this ship. After all, she was the only one who attempted to care for him while he'd been in that cage.... And because of that...she would be the only one to hear the location of his treasure::
::He glared over at the other woman who had entered the brig -- the same one he'd stabbed back in his cabin -- and narrowed his eyes:: "...Leave...," ::growled. Then he turned his gaze to the man in the room, and repeated the same, single word::
::Saber was still standing in front of him, and, fighting back another wave of coughs, gave her a weak nod:: "Only you...I tell...treasure...."
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Mar 7, 2006 13:47:18 GMT -5
~Bossa
::He had expected resistance. He had expected to be slapped. He had expected that Christiana would never want to see him again. What he didn't expect was to have the sudden kiss so warmly returned::
::The night sky, the buildings, the noise of the city all melted together into a single, distant memory as he held the woman he loved in his arms. The chill wind died down, and he was filled with a strange warmness right down to his very core. At that moment, he felt...so very strong. He wasn't alone anymore.... He had Chris. And she had him. And...that was enough::
::Time passed. Several seconds, minutes, years, ages.... Who can count when the world has stopped turning? Finally, regretfully, Barbossa pulled away from Christiana's lips to stare into her beautiful eyes. He was looking for something, a spark...the same one he felt deep in his heart:: "Chris...," ::he whispered, placing a gentle hand on her cheek. Looking down at her like that, being so close to her, he had a strange urge to confess everything. There was no way to deny it now...he loved her, he'd loved her since that first night they'd met. It wasn't until now he could allow himself to realize that. And here he was, holding her in his arms with the perfect opportunity to tell her all of his true feelings....::
::But the words wouldn't come. She may have accepted the kiss, but...what if the truth scared her away? Barbossa didn't doubt her strength, of course. It was just...there were things about him, about his past, that he wasn't sure she'd understand. Or be willing to overlook.... He was a pirate, after all. He'd killed so many people, ruined lives, stolen and plundered, always in the name of greed. And, of course, there was his past with Saber.... A past even he wasn't quite sure he understood. Would Christiana be willing to love him - to truly love him - if she knew all of that...?::
::Sighing, he bent to pick up Chris's shall and wrap it back around her shoulders:: "...It's cold out.... We should get back t' the 'otel...." ::He smiled at her, even though inside his heart and mind were screaming::
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Mar 7, 2006 21:22:19 GMT -5
Saber gave a half smile. “Only me huh? Right like I expect you to behave after what you did to Evelyn.” She sighed and looked over at TP and Emma “Go, the both of you please, I’m the one who started this mess, I might as well clean up from it.” She knew they would protest but she just held up her hand. “He can’t possibly do anything to me, not after that beating. Go on, make sure Evelyn is alright… and check on Kat will you Em?” Saber watched as they left, and heaved a sigh. She glanced at Seurill, and then the floor. She saw the flask she had left from the night before. She bent down, and picked it up. It wasn’t yet empty. “Here drink this.” She said, and leaned over to hand it to him. “Now please tell me about the treasure.” Taking a seat on the floor she rubbed her temples and frowned. “It may end up being a bargaining chip for the both of us.”
Kat blew a puff of breath from the corner of her mouth, sending the hair in her face flying. Taking off her hat, she smoothed the straight red hair behind her ears, and then replaced her cap. She had been thinking mostly about the dress. Where would Evelyn get one? She could get it when they docked somewhere… but that might take too long. The only other place Kat could think of was from Maria. Come to think of it, it was getting past noon, and Kat hadn’t seen the girl anywhere. “Hmm… might as well go see her, it might serve a double purpose.” She muttered to herself. Going below deck, she went up to Maria’s door, and rapped soundly on the wood. “’ey Maria… still alive in there?” She called.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Mar 7, 2006 23:08:15 GMT -5
~Seurill
::The others left, and Seurill breathed a sigh of relief. After what had just happened with that ugly woman, he didn't trust anyone else in the room with him. Besides, Saber was the only person he'd yet met on this Godforsaken ship who was worthy of his treasure::
::He began to cough again when the girl handed him the water flask. Gratefully, he took it, and finished off the little bit of water that was left. Then, taking a deep breath, he looked up into her eyes::
"Go to.... Escocia," ::he whispered, voice cracking slightly. His vision was beginning to blur, the edges going black as he continued to stare at her. He had to hurry....:: "In Grenewich montañas.... Treasure is there...."
::He suddenly gave a shudder, reaching out to grip Saber's shirt:: "...ayúdeme...!!" ::Coughing violently, he collapsed against her, then sunk motionless to the ground::
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TP
New Citizen/New Sailor
The quiet ones are always thinking
Posts: 5
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Post by TP on Mar 8, 2006 17:23:23 GMT -5
*TP watched curiously as Emma made her way over to the rather derailed woman opposite them. When she spoke he figured she wasn't crazy, at least her manner of talking didn't let on that way. He simply couldn't piece what had come over her and for a moment wondered if Saber had made some kind of connection with the Spaniard whether she meant to or not. Shrugging off the idea he started to step forward when he was suddenly instructed by the man to leave.
His grey eyes narrowed and a scowl formed upon his face. TP was never one to take instruction from someone he thought inferior to him. His face flushed but as he turned his gaze upon Saber he knew that it was in the best interest of everyone if he obeyed the command. The sooner Saber found out the location of this treasure the sooner their buisness with this wretched shell of a man would be over.
With a final glare at Seurill TP turned abruptly towards the door, his heavy footfalls echoing down the hall as he headed back up towards deck. Arriving there he saw no sight of Eric or Evelyn and assumed they must still be in their cabin. He did, however, find Madeline climbing about the rigging checking on the sails. Tipping his head back to look up at her when she spotted him she scrambled down quickly.* So what in the 'ell was goin' on down in the brig? *Maddy asked, having only heard the noises, not feeling intrieged enough to go check it out herself. As they walked over to the railing TP ran a hand through his light brown hair and explained the entire situation to her.
It was still all a jumbled mess to him and even more so to Maddy who hadn't seen it herself to know anymore about it then he did. With a shake of her head she glanced over at him.* Well there's gotta be some reason she did all that... I'm sure she'll tell us, she knows we won' trust 'er if she dosn't. *Maddy said with a shrug and scrambled back up the riggings while TP went back to working on the deck.*
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Mar 8, 2006 22:39:31 GMT -5
Saber listened closely as the Spaniard began to explain. “Escocia… Grenewich montañas…” She repeated to herself under her breath. What did those mean? She would have to ask Evelyn later. She looked at the floor and said them to herself again, so she wouldn’t forget. She looked up and glanced at Seurill “Are you alright?” She asked concerned and leaned forward a little. He grabbed at her, and caught hold of her shirt, saying something in Spanish. Saber gave a small cry as he grabbed her, and started to pull away when he went limp virtually in her arms. “Oh my god…” she breathed, and pushed him off of her.
Rolling him over, and kneeling next to him, she quickly checked for pulse, and breathing. She sighed “He’s alive… A few people won’t be too happy about that.” She ran a hand through her hair and looked down at herself. She had blood all over her bodice and shirt. She shook her head, and looked back to the unconscious man “I should just leave you here alone and let you die…” She said faintly. But no, that wasn’t in her nature. She couldn’t take him up to the crew quarters, she was in enough trouble as it was. So instead she made him more comfortable where he lay, and then left the cell, locking it behind her. Going up the galley, she avoided talking to anyone, and getting some water and a few rags, went back to the brig.
“I am so going to pay in the end for all this.” She whispered softly, as she tended to the worst of Seurill’s wounds. She couldn’t explain it, but something told her to help him. After all, her first help had made him want to tell only her about the treasure, what more good might come of helping again?
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Mar 9, 2006 23:24:42 GMT -5
Emma hesitated again. It was uncommon of her,really...hesitation was not at all her style. The problem was most likely that she wasn't in her normal state of mind. Never mind that that state could only be achieved with the aid of amounts of alcohol which would leave a less experienced drinker comatose.
Saber seemed to be back in her element quickly enough. Emma wasn't sure that she could handle the prisoner all by herself...but then,Saber was older than her,and the man was looking pretty damned sad.Besides...she wasn't Saber's bloody babysitter,she didn't need to be watching her every step.
"All right,mate,"she tossed over her shoulder as she headed for the door."I'll go check up on Kat,then,see 'ow she's takin' 'er loss from yesterday.Ye'd better take care of yerself,Saber,or I'll be takin' th' blame for leavin' ye alone..."
Then she was gone,leaving nothing but the fading clump of her boots.
A few moments later,there was a knock on Kat's door. Emma waited a second,then knocked again.A frown curved her lips,and she kicked the door.Her shoulder twinged at the movement,but she didn't honestly care.The door swung open...and no one was there."...Damn."Emma rubbed her head,mussing the long,auburn strands slightly.Where else would she be? Without much other option,she headed off towards the rest of the crew's quarters,hoping the find the older woman on her meandering path.
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Christiana O'Riley
New Citizen/New Sailor
Everyone has secrets...can you guess mine?
Posts: 33
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Post by Christiana O'Riley on Mar 10, 2006 0:45:34 GMT -5
Christiana felt herself blush, and hated herself for it. It was one thing when it was all part of some coquettish act to get some man alone, but...real emotions were different.She wasn't supposed to show...wasn't supposed to feel real emotions.
That,apparently,was not enough to stop them from being there.
She wondered for a moment what Barbossa was feeling- his expression was somehow off, in a way indetectable without scrutiny.But she didn't have the patience to deal with it right now...She lacked the focus she usually found effortlessly. Damn it all,why was she so...giddy?She was acting like a schoolgirl!
Barbossa smiled at her,and her internal monologue cut off.She gave a weak nod,even though the night no longer seemed cold,and then took a step towards the hotel. She paused,though... there was indecision in her eyes for a moment as she glanced back at the man,then she took his hand,walking at his side as she lapsed into a thoughtful silence.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Mar 11, 2006 0:14:03 GMT -5
~Bossa
::The walk back to the hotel was agony. Yet again, Barbossa had so many things he wanted to tell Chris, so much he wanted her to know.... But the silence between them kept interrupting him. Instead, he settled for squeezing her hand softly, and moving ever so slightly closer to her in the night::
::Finally, the hotel building loomed into view before them, and Barbossa sighed. Even though she hadn't said a word to him the entire time, he didn't want their walk together to end so soon.... He didn't want to have to give her up again once they were back inside. They approached the doors, were almost there...when he stopped. He turned slowly to Chris, put a hand on her cheek, and stared down into her eyes.... This was likely his last chance::
"Christiana...." ::He heart was pounding:: "Chris, I.... I...." ::He gulped softly. The moonlight was reflecting in her eyes, on her soft hair.... She was all but glowing under the ethereal light, and it made her look....::
"... So...incredibly beautiful...."
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Mar 12, 2006 23:55:12 GMT -5
(wheee... once again... I'm friggin bored)
Saber finished setting the broken arm, and was glad the Spaniard was unconscious. Rocking back on her heels, she placed her hands on her knees and sighed. Well… as much as she would like to, she couldn’t stay in the hold forever. It was time to face the music. Picking up the two water flasks, the rest of the rags, and the two pistols she had dropped, she slowly got to her feet. Leaving the cell, she locked the grill door behind her, and then looked back in on the Spaniard. Heaven knows why she was doing what she was doing.
Saber quickly and quietly made her way up the stairs. Stopping in the galley, she dropped off the flasks and rags, and then made her way to her room. The door was open, and there was no sign of Emma or Kat. “Well… I hope they’re alright…” She sighed softly. Going into the room, and shutting the door, she looked around at the mess Kat had left and she shook her head.
Saber pulled the knife out of the back of the door, and placed it in Kat’s trunk. There… the room at least looked normal if not clean. Sinking into a chair she buried her face in her hands, and groaned. Maybe she could avoid the inevitable and just stay in the cabin a while longer… yes... that’s what she would do… just stay put and wait till someone found her. She was in no great hurry to face the rest of the crew.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Mar 14, 2006 21:25:57 GMT -5
(ooc-post tonight, you guys... Hopefully I'l be done w/my paper by then)
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