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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Aug 5, 2006 18:48:23 GMT -5
(Tobbsy dear ... you need to post the Carver's brother bios and ages and such ^^ and I totaly forget... what does Kat have against Joseph? or are you just making this up to make it more interesting? :-P)
<<Tobbsy edit: Aw oops >.< confused joseph with ian lol, i shall fixeth it! same with the little tid bit on being AT tortuga, hehe, sorry! *runs to edit apologetically*>>
Kat glared at the trio. “Aye yes, yore all very funny… just because I’ve ‘ad meself a drink now doesn’t mean I’m in a good mood.” Actually surprisingly Kat was in a pretty good mood this morning. She took another sip from the bottle. “And beside’ you all should know by now that I think better when I’ve ‘ad a drink er two.” She reached over, took a piece of bacon from a plate, and munched on it thoughtfully.
“Good ta hear Saber’s still alive... I never know when that girl’s just gonna wander up on deck, and fall over board.” She sighed and wiped her hand on her breeches. Just then Ian walked in. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she sat back in her chair, resting her left foot on her right knee. Things were tense between her and the Miller boy. And if Kat had anything to do with it, things were probably only going to get more tense.
Saber shook her head. "Eh... I'll be alright without sleep. I doubt even if I truely wanted sleep I could have a good rest right now..." She gave a small shuddering sigh. She turned to look at Tobbs as she asked her about a forboading. "Aye... Ive felt it. I can't explain it... its... it just bothers me... " She fell silent for a moment and looked back out to sea.
"I've been having dreams again..." She said suddenly "Dreams of my past. It's been almost a year since I had these dreams. I... I've never told anyone what my life was like before I joined the crew... but... these these visions plauge me now and then, and usualy they come when something is about to happen." She looked at Tobbs, making eye contact for a brief moment. Saber's eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness, a little fear, and an odd kind of joy. "I dont know what to think..."
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Aaron Fletcher
New Citizen/New Sailor
"Love and War... Preferably make lots of both."
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Post by Aaron Fletcher on Aug 5, 2006 19:42:45 GMT -5
(yeah Tobbs... Barbossa and his crew are at Tortuga... but I guess they can still be on the ship ...at Tortuga ^^)
Aaron yawned and rolled over in his bunk. He slowly sat up and blinked in the dark of his cabin. He was fortunate to have one of the inner cabins, so that there were no windows to let in sunlight, and also no chance of anyone looking in. However, it proved to be difficult for getting up in the morning. Getting out of his bunk, he fumbled about till he found some matches, and lit a lantern hanging from the roof. He blinked in the dim light, and sighed. He knew why Barbossa insisted they sleep on the ship, now that they had a ship, even when they were in port. Why waste the money on a room when they had perfectly good beds on board? Aaron didnt really mind all that much... it just hindered him from doing what he liked. They had been in Tortuga for two days now, and his bed had been empty save for him... that annoyed him.
He slid his very light blue, almost white lace up shirt over his head, having slept in his black trousers the night before. he pulled on his black boots, and paused a moment to trace the celtic designs embedded on their sides. Standing up, he tied on his white sash, and buckled on his thick black belt. Into the belt he thrust his cutlass, and pistol. He stuck his hunting knife in the sheath he strapped to his leg. Taking a moment to run his hands through his messy white blond hair, he opened his door, and headed for the galley.
He blinked in the brightness of the carribean sun before heading into the ship's kitchen. Going in, he saw that Sean was already there. Aaron sneered slightly, and pushed past him to grab an apple (ok yeah... we are all obviously obbsessd with apples on this site...) and a hunk of bread. "Good Mornin' Sean" he said with a bit of a sarcastic lilt, as he plopped down in a seat and put his feet up on the table.
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Neron Diego
New Citizen/New Sailor
A woman's life is nothing... just another thing to be sold...
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Post by Neron Diego on Aug 5, 2006 21:07:35 GMT -5
(hehe its alright Tobbs. Good job with the fix! ^^) Tortuga in the early morning isn't exactly a bustling city... it's more like a slightly awake, considerably messy, suffering from a bad hangover city. Still, there was a little action in one part of the town. A small group of people stood in a dark alley. The group consisted of about three men, and what seemed to be a young woman. One of the men stood, his hand propped against the wall, gazing out into the waking city. he was dressed finely for that part of the town. Another man stood a little further down the alley, his back pressed aaginst the wall. The young woman however had her hands tied behind her back, and was being roughly held by the last of the men. His hand covered her mouth, and suddenly the man yelped as she bit it. "Let go of me you... you..." She cried, struggling slightly. "Bates..." said a dark voice. It came from from the man who was looking out. "If you can't keep her under control... give her to Akello." Bates glanced up at the huge negro who stood leaning against the wall. "No.. I I can handle it..." he said cupping his hand over the girl's mouth again. "But when in god's name is your "client" showing up?" The man who was looking out turned and smiled a devil's smile. "Soon Bates... soon... do not fear, we will be rid of the wench and the trouble she seems to bring you." he walked over and looked down at the pretty young girl. He lifted her face, placing a hand underneath her chin. "Yes little one... soon...". The girl's corseted chest heaved up in down in fear as her eyes locked with those malicious deep brown ones. Suddenly the Negro spoke "Captain." The well dressed man turned, and saw another figure standing in the alley. "Ah...Mr... smith... so good of you to join us."A quick transaction was made, money in exchange for the girl. As she was dragged away, she looked over her shoulder, and watched the three men dissapear into the dark of the alley... she would never see them again... but then they we're probably a comfort compared to whatever her knew life would hold. Bates and Akello silently followed their leader through the twists and turns of the back streets of Tortuga. Slowly he led them back to a small tavern and then inside. (and yeah... well that was a weird scattered post... ... anyway... I'll end up doing a another "entry" sort of post for Neron and his crew later... consider this a teaser :-P )
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Post by Carver Brothers on Aug 5, 2006 23:29:22 GMT -5
(Previous post was interesting...wondering whats going to happen..)
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Sean swallowed the rest of the hardtack he held and leaned back in the chair he occupied. When he saw Aaron he gave him a nod as he took a seat. A swig of the ginger rum went down before he replied.
“Aye it was, ‘til you showed up, Aaron mate.” He grinned jokingly at the man across from him. The dagger on his side was taken up and driven into the last piece of hardtack Sean had put on the table in front of him. He studied it for a second before muttering and tossing it back where it had lay.
“Tasteless piece ‘o... Rather go ashore an’ fin’ something worth spendin’ a shilling or two on...but then again...why waste a pretty penny on food, when there’ll be more drinkin’ than eatin’ anyway, aye?” Twisting the blade in his hand idly, he glanced towards the door.
“Alrigh', I'm going ashore. Come or stay, choice is yers.” [/i]
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Aug 5, 2006 23:53:15 GMT -5
Tobbs raised a brow as Saber went on. So sleeplessness had struck her too. She sympathized with the woman when she began talking of her dreams. As she described their connections to future events, she grew curious and even a little worried.
“Is that right? An’ ya haven’t seen anythin’, or ‘eard anythin’ involvin’ yer past? Think its because we’re weighin’ anchor at Tortuga soon?” She knew she couldn’t really provide answers, or the comfort, that Saber truly needed, but she had to try.
“Hmmm...I wouldn’t know what ta think either, so don’ go stressin’ about what’s gonna happen next...if that’s at all possible. Just...be cautious...alert...an’ don’ worry about Tortuga. I’ll stick ta watchin’ around, see if I hear anythin’. Who knows what kinda mis’aps we’ll ‘ear about, aye.” She could already see the chaos in the streets, the smell of alcohol permeating the sky, and the oh so many aquaintances she’d made when Jack waltzed through town. This made her shift her gaze to the horizon they’d left behind.
“Don’ know if I want ta be stayin’ long anyways...gotta get back ta that crazy captain ‘o ours sooner or later I hope..”
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Aaron Fletcher
New Citizen/New Sailor
"Love and War... Preferably make lots of both."
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Post by Aaron Fletcher on Aug 6, 2006 22:22:51 GMT -5
(Yeah... that Neron post... was... weird... I am so not at the top of my game right now for him... hopefully... I'll get more into his character as I go along... man I soo had him a couple nights ago... what is wrong with me!?)
Aaron chuckled a little at Sean's greeting. He bit into his apple, and his face wrinkled in disgust. He didn't know why Barbossa insisted on keeping these sour green apples aboard. Besides that... this one clearly had passed its prime. He tossed the peice of fruit into the corner. He watched as Sean also discarded, and made comments on the food. He bit into his hunk of bread. Stale... of course... what else should he expect?
Dropping it down on the table, he sighed and got to his feet. "Alrigh' mate. I'm commin' wif you. No reason ta stay aboard... besides, there migh' be a bit o' fun ta be had in town anyways." He left the galley, and once again blinked in the bright sunlight. "I dont know 'bout you mate... but I'll take dark over light anyday." He muttered half to himself.
As the two men made to leave the ship, Aaron suddenly had a thought. "ey, 'ave you seen Bossa anywheres? I mean... shouldn't we ask for leave or somthin'?" Aaron knew in the back of his mind, that if they did find Barbossa, and try to get leave, he would probably just give them some job to do, but Aaron knew he had to stay on Barbossa's good side at whatever the cost. Barbossa didn't particularly like Aaron... he didn't really know why... it was probably the way he treated women...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Aug 7, 2006 13:15:10 GMT -5
*Eric smirked at Evelyn, looking from her honey eyes down to the last bit of bacon in her hand, then finally took up her gaze again.* Well, I'd hate to see how fast you'd eat that bacon if it was edible. You'd probably choke to death then I'd have to let my meal sit while I saved you and then it'd get cold...just not a great way to start out a day. *He said, putting on a serious face as he shook his head and finished off the last bits of his biscuit.
Still grinning at her as he tipped back in his seat he heard someone enter the galley and ask if he needed help. Setting the legs of his chair back on the ground he glanced over his shoulder and sent a nod Ians way.* Hey, Ian. Um, I think it's all covered, at least for the people in here already. If anyone else comes in you can pick up cooking where I left off. *He said with a shrug, now glancing between the odd and rather tense interaction between Ian and Kat. He couldn't exactly remember what it was that caused the tension between them nor did he know how to fix it so he just sat quietly munching on his bacon, tipping back and forth in his chair.
He remembered when Ian had first come on board, how he hadn't trusted him. But the way he had seemed to taken to Maria at the time had seemed to quell Erics suspicions of him. Besides, he'd been in that same boat when he first joined the Pearl crew. He remembered how he'd wandered on board just for the hell of it only to have everyone think he was plotting their demise. The memory of it made him smirk a little as he rubbed his hands and mouth off on a napkin (some habits from a wealthy childhood just never fade) and toted his plate over to the wash basin.
Turning and thrusting his hands in his pockets, he leaned back against the counter and yawned again. He was never going to fully get use to being on a ship, being part of a pirate crew, but he supposed that didn't really matter. At least he put in his worth everyday.* Alright, well, I'm gonna go work on some leaks below deck, incase anyone needs me. *He said, strolling forward. He smiled over at Evelyn, nodded his head to the rest of the crew, and slipped back out into the hallway. Heading up on deck he regathered his various tools and headed down below to get to work.*
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Rhal
New Citizen/New Sailor
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Post by Rhal on Aug 7, 2006 13:34:11 GMT -5
*Bright, hot sunlight poured through the open port hole, draping itself annoyingly across Rhal's face, halfway hidden beneath his long scraggly mess of brown hair. He groaned and muttered a curse, making mental note to cover the damn window with something as soon as he got a chance. Rolling over to bury his face in his pillow, he extended his arm out to the spot next to him, expecting to find a soft, warm body. Instead he found the space completley empty.
His head shot up suddenly, his green eyes darting all about the brightly lit room and his jaw clenched. The petit blonde woman who'd accompanied him to bed the night before was gone. Swiftly darting from the bed he checked the drawer in his night stand. His leather coin pouch was gone.* That wench! That bloody, filthy wench! *He growled, punching the wall then turning and kicking over a chair. Luckily he kept the main bulk of his money hidden in a floorboard beneath his bed....but that still didn't keep him from being pissed off at the woman.
If he saw her again she would pay him back with more then just coins. Shaking his head, forcing himself to calm down he ran his hand over his thinly bearded jaw and scrambled about for his clothes. He slipped into his black slacks and billowy sleeved shirt then tossed his dark, knee length leather jacket about his shoulders. Despite the fact he was in the Caribbean, he always wore the jacket...it had plenty of pockets to keep practically anything he needed. Not to mention the fact it helped him blend into the shadows of Tortuga at night.
Finally he thrust on his brown boots and leather belt, adorning it with his pistols, sword, and jagged dagger. Turning the dagger over in his hands he thought briefly of that wench again then thrust it in the belt and stormed from his room. He could hear talking down the hallway and as he followed it he found Sean and Aaron making to leave the ship. The expression on his face remained flat as he glanced between them, hearing mention of Barbossa and permission to leave the ship. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
He felt it was beyond rediculose that they'd have to ask for leave to go into Tortuga. They were grown men, nearly all of them with an agenda of their own, so why did they need to wait for permission? Rhal took a few steps further, intending just to leave without worrying about it but then he decided it probably was best not to be a lone soul in this venture....if the others waited for Barbossa he figured he may as well. Besides he wanted to keep his neck, at least long enough to find that bloody wench.* So what're we doin' then, waitin' or goin'? *He asked in his usual annoyed, deep voice, leaning back against the wall with a foot propped aginst it and his arms folded.*
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Post by Evelyn on Aug 7, 2006 13:57:01 GMT -5
Evelyn shook her head at Eric. "Aw, ye'd actually stop an' try an' save me? How thoughtful. But I suppose its one of the few ways these days, you're able ta keep me safe." She muttered though meaning it completely in jest. Slowly but surely, some of the crew began to mill about the kitchen and it was already far too late for Evelyn to sit here dining alone anyway. Once she had finished up her meal she scooted out from the table and gethered up her things to wash over with a cloth and then put away. "I think I'll be gettin' ta work myself." She announced, though not as loud as Eric had. She doubted anyone cared where she went at this point and so, after all was set in order, she headed up to the decks of the ship.
Once there the cool, salty breeze smoothed over her face and caused her skin to tense some against the harsh winds. The coat she had on made the weather a bit more bearable, but the sun was already starting to beam down so, staring up past the crow's nest to the beaming tyrant himself, she removed her coat and placed it on deck upon one of the hooks also used to keep rope anchored to. Looking about she figured the deck merited a good swabbing. There was all manner of dirt, rum, spit, old blood, and various bird messes left on it. Evelyn wrinkled her nose some at the whole thing and figured it was a big job to carry out on one's own, but it needed to be done sooner or later and the sooner the better.
So heading below deck she fetched herself a bucket and two mops, figuring she could probably persuade someone into helping if she needed it. Tying her long curls back from her face she sloshed the mop into the pail and then commenced her work. It was hard, dirty business. But really, being a pirate at all was exactly the same thing. So anyone, she wagered, unwilling or thrown off by having to carry out deck swabbing duties ought to seriously reconsider if this sort of life was truly for them.
In the distance now, slinking towards their ship by degrees, she could make out the outline of the island. "Tortuga." she sighed with a slight smile. Evelyn never enjoyed being in the place too long, especially these days, considering Eric either always had some sort of wench draped all over him at one point or another or was caught up in some sort of brawl with any given scurvy sailor for any given reason. It was rather decent however in issuing out good rum. And some entertainment. It was only her possesive nature over Eric that made the trip unpleasant really.
"If only those bloody wenches would stay the hell of 'im..." she muttered to herself bitterly, passing the moist mop over an old blood stain. Then maybe, she thought, she could enjoy herself. But Eric was quite the handsome man himself really. He was relatively young, tall, strapping, and at this point from all the time spent in the sun and on a ship, tanned and rather well kept. With some of the options forced upon the women there it was easy to see that someone like Eric would be like raw meat to the flies and it boiled her blood to even think about it. She hadn't killed any woman over her advances on him...yet. Eric had always somehow prevented it, the idiot. Always being the bloody gentleman, even after the wench had purposefully knocked and pressed herself against him, Evelyn had given her a savage slap, and the woman had threatened Evy's life, Eric still had the heart to stick his neck out for them. And she was never too sure why really. Perhaps it had something to do with his mother's past...or her own...
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TP
New Citizen/New Sailor
The quiet ones are always thinking
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Post by TP on Aug 8, 2006 23:28:37 GMT -5
*Tracey sat up suddenly with a gasp, shoving his thin pale brown hair from his face with his hands at the sound of his door flying open. He saw only a flash of fiery red hair and his clothes darting at him from across the room and then the door was slammed shut again and the familiar footsteps disappeared down the hallway. Groaning at the sudden pounding feeling in his head he glanced towards his nightstand and saw an empty bottle of rum sitting there. He knew it was a bloody stupid thing to drink so much knowing he had to get up early the next day and do chores....but hell what else was there to do at night on a ship full of women in the middle of the Caribbean? Sounded like a good enough reason to empty a bottle to him!
He forced himself out of the bed and stooped over his clothes, snatching them up and quickly putting them on. He tied the short lace at the top of his pale blue shirt, slipped his dark boots on over his tan trousers, and finally put on his leather belt, pistol, and sword. Going to the washbasin he splashed the cool water over his slender face and peered at himself in the cracked looking glass. Pale grey eyes stared back at him as he groaned again, glancing at his room in the mirror. Thin, sheer, brightly colored sashes were tied around one of his bed posts and a few strands of over decorated beads hung from a hook on his door. Why Maddy felt she needed to spruce up his cabin was beyond him, but whenever he took one thing down she put up two things in its place, so he had quickly learned his lesson.
Finally with a snort and a shake of his head he slipped from his cabin and headed straight down below decks where he figured Eric would be working on patching the various leaks that always seemed to spring from nowhere. TP was quite a bit of an introvert, preferring to keep to himself and talk only when he needed to...however he did seem to take to Erics company well enough. Perhaps it was because their jobs went faster when the worked together...or maybe it was simply because they had something in common....testosterone.
Finding Eric he quickly set to work helping him and for a while they remained in silence until they could tell by the motion of the ship that it was slowing some...clearly Tortuga was on the horizon.* Eager to get to Tortuga? *He asked, without looking up from his work. Eric simply snorted to which TP grinned. He'd always liked Tortuga, in fact he'd grown up there, as well as met Maddy there. Sure it was no Port Royal but that was exactly what he liked about it.*
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Aug 9, 2006 1:45:45 GMT -5
(OOC - Finally posting! My brain is a bit on the dead side, considering it's after 2 am, buuuut...oh well. *wink* Also, I'm gonna go ahead and NPC Chris, unless someone else wants the job....)
::Tortuga::
::The very name of the city seemed shrouded in adventure and chaos. And rightfully so. After all, it was the only free port left in the Caribbean, where merchants and pirates and wenches alike gathered to share tales of life on the high seas. No laws, no order, and all the rum a man could drink. What better place for a pirate to call home?::
::Over the years, it really had become like a home to Captain Morgan Barbossa and his crew. Whether living or undead, chasing after Sparrow or being pursued by the Royal Navy, Barbossa always seemed to wind up back in Tortuga one way or another. Even now, nearly a year after his attempts to retrieve a lost treasure from Scotland had failed, he found himself sitting in a very familiar corner of a very familiar tavern, sipping on the best damn mug of rum for miles around::
::It was good to be home::
"Morgan?" ::The soft voice next to him pulled the pirate captain from his thoughts. Christiana peered at him out of the corner of her eye - she was nervously fingering the hem of her skirt::
"Aye, lass?" ::Barbossa slipped an arm around her shoulders, hugging her closer as he kissed her temple:: "Somethin' wrong? Ye 'aven't toucher yer drink."
::She cast another glance around the tavern, then looked up at him again and frowned:: "How long has he been gone now? I don't exactly feel comfortable letting him go off on his own like this.... You know how he is." ::Her tone of voice made it all too clear just who she meant by "he"::
::They'd picked up Itami some months earlier on a trip to Spain. Barbossa had at once been appalled and impressed by the strange Japanese man's obsession with torture.... Despite protests from the other members, Itami was invited to join their crew, and they had been unable to get rid of him since. After all, even Barbossa knew better than to argue with a madman. Now, he was loose in the streets of the city, doing the gods knew what with the gods knew who in some dark back alley. Barbossa sighed::
"Let 'im have his fun, Chris. It's not often 'e gets ta enjoy bein' on land." ::He didn't say it, but in the back of his mind he thought: "Besides, if he gets his killing out of the way now, he'll be less tempted once he's back on the ship with us." Better some lowlife in an alley than him, after all::
::The barmaid brought him over a second mug, and he took a long swig before smiling down at the blond woman in his arms:: "Anyway...It's nice spendin' some time alone with ye. We never 'ave time fer this anymore...," ::he offered, smoothly changing the subject::
::A blush creeped slowly into Chris's cheeks, and she relaxed visibly against him as she smiled:: "You're right, Morgan. Thank you...for bringing me here." ::She scooted a little closer to him: it was times like this...that made her want to stay by his side forever::
(*hangs head in shame* It's short and sappy...maybe a little ominous? meh, I'll do a better job tomorrow *nyah*)
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Aug 10, 2006 1:31:42 GMT -5
(Well actually Bossa...its LONG and sappy... :-P )
Saber shruged and played with strand of her thick brown hair. "Aye I'm guessing its just because we're coming into Tortuga. And don't worry. I'll be keeping my eyes open." She looked out to the horizon, and saw a thin strip of land ahead. "There she is... like I said... I'm keeping my eyes open." She gave a small grin, and pulling a small rag out of her pocket wrapped it around her hand. Taking but a moment to measure the distance, she took a flying leap off of the spar. She grabbing onto a lay line, slid down to the deck, holding the rope with her wrapped hand, and her boots.
Landing neatly on the deck with a light thump she looked back up at Tobbs "eh slowpoke! Ya gonna come get something to eat before we make ready to dock or not!?" She grinned and headed into the galley. Seemingly the old spunky, showoff Saber was back. She waltzed into the galley, and grabbing a couple peices of bacon from Kat's plate began to munch on them. She mummbled through her mouthful that they needed to get ready to dock, and waltzed back out.
Kat had been sitting in the galley, her feet proped up on the table, a bottle in one hand, and idly munching on some bread with the other. She had watched everyone slowly leave to begin on the morning chores. She gave a small sigh, and began to think about joining them, when Saber waltzed in. She raised an eyebrow and watched her little sister with utter disgust. Why was she so cheerful all the time? Bouncy and light... it was revolting... she managed to understand what Saber was saying, and slowly heaved herself from her relaxed position.
Making her way above deck she blinked in the bright sunlight of the warm caribbean sun. She slowly made her way over to Evelyn. "Havin' fun?" She asked with just the slightest smirk on her lips. She picked up the other mop, and with a small sigh she began to help. "See... this is why I don' like bein' on a ship... chores... I prefer bein' me own boss..." She stood up and streched a little. "God it will be good ta get back ta Tortuga fer a bit."
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Aaron Fletcher
New Citizen/New Sailor
"Love and War... Preferably make lots of both."
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Post by Aaron Fletcher on Aug 10, 2006 1:46:15 GMT -5
Aaron started slightly at the sound of Rahl's voice. He turned to face the dark man, and shrugged. "Eh I don' know mate... I jus' want ta stay on Bossa's good side if ya know what I mean..." He pushed his white blonde hair back from his face. Truely, Aaron didnt look like he belonged there. With his light clothing, fair skin and hair, and his sparkling blue eyes, he seemed like a little kid caught in the middle of a dangerous gang. But he knew how to hold his own, and while deep down there was more to him, he had been hurt enough in the past to enjoy the life Barbossa and his crew led.
"One of us should go and fin' the Cap'n." Aaron looked back and forth at the two other men. Finally he rolled his eyes and walked away "Fine... don' everyone run off at once." He walked up the stairs, across the open deck, and stopped in front of Barbossa's cabin door. He raised a hand and gave a sharp knock. "Cap'n... you in there?" No answer... Aaron knocked again... no answer. he shruged and turning around went back the way he came. He yelled down the stairs. "Bossa appears to already be in town! I say let's go ahead and have us a bit o' fun." he then made his way to gangplank, not bothering to wait for the other two.
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Rhal
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Post by Rhal on Aug 10, 2006 21:59:55 GMT -5
*At the sound of Aarons voice answering his question, Rhals green eyes slid towards the young man, though he did or said nothing. When the lad mentioned one of them should find the Captain Rhals brow lifted and he made absolutley no motion to show that it wasn't going to be him going in search of Barbossa. He wasn't in the bloody mood this morning to go on a hunt for someone that didn't even really need to be found at the moment. He had a wench to look for first.
As Aaron left to go do it Rhal snorted and glanced over at Sean.* Well, I'm goin'. *He said simply, looking over his hand a moment then biting at a hang nail as he strolled off towards the stairs. Just as he reached them Aarons voice called back down again and Rhal paused long enough to glance back over his shoulder at Sean.* What a damn waste of time tha' was, just waitin' around. 'E ain't even here! *Rhal exclaimed, a hint of annoyance lingering in his deep voice. With a shake of his head he trotted up the steps and headed off the ship and into the great villinous city that was Tortuga.
He rubbed his hands together eagerly, licking his thin lips as his eyes slid from one side of the town to the other.* She's gotta be here somewhere. *He said in a quiet sneer as he dissappeared into the shadows along the buildings. No one made a fool of him and got away to laugh about it....no one. Besides, he hadn't gotten blood on his hands in a couple of weeks and he rather missed the feeling.
As he walked along he saw the familiar white blonde head of Aaron and for a moment pondered asking the lad if he wanted to help hunt the wench down and rid the world of her presence....perhaps it would give him something to do if he didn't already have plans. He had said he wanted to go have some fun. Finally shrugging Rhal trotted back over to him, walking along side him.* Mate, do you remember that wench I was with las' night? The blonde one? I'm lookin' for her....she bloody stole from me and I plan on givin' 'er the due reward, thought you might 'ave fun helpin' with it. *He said with another shrug, looking around again at every woman they passed.*
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Aug 12, 2006 1:01:45 GMT -5
(Okay, so it was long and sappy, same diff... Loving Rhal by the way! He's awesome ) ::It was only early afternoon, and yet the tavern was as full as any other time Barbossa had seen it. Then again, a good portion of Tortuga remained in a constant state of drunk, so it only made sense to get an early start on the day::
::The growing crowd, however, was beginning to make Chris feel slightly uncomfortable. She leaned closer to Barbossa as a group of men carrying full mugs sauntered past their table, then frowned at herself. Was a time when she thrived on crowds like this. They'd made it easier to conceal herself when approaching a target...and, occasionally, she'd just needed to escape into a full tavern to dull the pain of loneliness. But now...now she had Morgan, and the rest of the crew back on their ship, and somehow being surrounded by so many strangers made her nervous for reasons she couldn't exactly explain::
::A gentle arm tightened around her shoulders, keeping her safe and close:: "Chris? Ye all right, lass?"
::She managed a smile:: "Think we might be able to go somewhere more private, Morgan? I feel...like everyone here is watching me...." ::Biting her lip, she glanced up at him in time to catch his expression switch from one of confusion to concern. He gave a nod, then gently took her hand and headed for the exit::
::Clouds were beginning to build above the city as the couple walked through the streets. The salty sea breeze was refreshing to them both as it blew across their faces. After several minutes of silence, Barbossa paused near a relatively abandoned shop front and drew Christiana into his arms::
"What 'appened back there, lass? Ye feelin' alright?"
::Chris smiled weakly, melting against him as she slipped her arms around his shoulders:: "I'm feeling better now...thank you." ::Another smile, one with more substance this time, and then she leaned up to kiss him::
::Just as a shadowed figure turned the corner and began to slink toward them::
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