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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jun 16, 2005 4:48:44 GMT -5
“Sore? Ya threw me into the bloody ocean! Although...always ‘ave liked the water, yer right...”
Smiling slightly, she held her hands up to block the water he flicked up. Laughing, she crossed her arms at his challenge and gave him a superior look.
“Is tha’ right? Well then, be my guest! ‘eard you were a good swimmer...”
But he was under the water already, and she waited for a few seconds...hmmm...nope, not popping up yet...a few more...
“Jack..”
She slowly began to grow worried as time passed...
“Jack, I’ll a, I’ll tell ya a story about...um...kings instead! No? What about rum? Not working?”
Fidgeting, she finally relenting, calling out to him above the water.
“Alright Jack, alright....Jack...Jack da*nit I said ALRIGHT!”
Unable to stay still any longer, Tobbs reached down below the water and immediately grabbed his hand, pulling him up to the surface with her. She made sure she checked him over just in case, noting if he was completely breathing before sighing and shaking her head.
“Bloody scarin’ me ta death....didn’t know you could ‘old yer breath fer THAT long...and you knew I’d not let you die down there. After all, what’s a pirate like me ta do without you? Wouldn’t make much sense now would it.”
She smiled and spoke a bit softer as she began to wonder just how he’d made her change. Everything used to be so different...and now..now it was...so strange, so amazingly different...and to her suprise, it wasn’t a misfortunate different, but a really great different...
As she was stirring up mixed thoughts in her head, she sighed a bit more seriously, and her overall countenance grew solemn. She held Jack’s gaze for a silent moment, then simply hugged him in the water. It wasn’t surprisingly difficult, and really, she didn’t care if she’d have to struggle to keep up. Right now she wanted that little moment of seriousness, before she told him..told him of that weakness...told him of that pain...told him of the past....
Her eyes glanced towards the little tavern as Tobbs drawed a bit back from Jack. Returning her gaze at the captain, she cleared her throat. Her smile returned. A thoughtful expression returned to her face.
“Alright...so, what is it you asked?”
She of course knew what he asked, and knew the answers as well, but for some reason, she wished to hear the words again. Be sure just exactly how she should answer....she did, after all, hide from her past quite often. Unveiling it a bit always took some effort on her part, but for Jack? the one who could stop her running, and stand beside her when she needed him to? anything...
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Post by Evelyn on Jun 16, 2005 13:16:37 GMT -5
Evelyn's eyes were fixated with deadly focus upon the sight before her. The raucous going on about the group of them was hazy now as they all felt the tension build, thick as butter. Her hand reached for her mug briefly, was watched carefully on its trek there, and she gave a quick sip, before slightly smaking it back down. The faces that stared at her were sweaty, some dirt ridden, and contorted with frustration. She could see it in their eyes, not a good hand in sight.
"Right then, we'll go 'round startin' with Burly, savvy?" The man croaked as he removed a cigar from between his lips. "Why in the bloody 'ell would we star' with me?" Burly retorted angrily, his red brows furrowing as his long, gangly, auburn hair caught the slight light from the candle upon the table.
"Jus' bloody start. We're goin' ta have ta show our bloody cards anyway. I know I's not ready ta go an' raise what's already on the table, tha's a pretty coin too many fer my likin' already, an' no one else 'ere seems ta have the teeth ta go any 'igher." His eyes travelled around the table, settled on Evely for a moment, then passed.
Evelyn kept her mouth firmly shut, she knew if she uttered anyting about the rest of the coins clinking away in her pouch they all might just forget the game and tackle her for it. "Right then. Go Burly, le's get this bloody game over with." Evelyn barked, eyes wild for a second, as she stared back at her hand. "Right then," he said and laid is cards upon the table, giving a heavy sigh. "A pair.......of Jacks." He sneered.
There was a groan. The next one slapped his cards gruffly upon the crude tabletop, screeched his chair back, and stood with anger before turning and leaving their game. "Right...we'll skip 'im then." The next put down his cards, shook his head. "Pair of 9's." He muttered and gruffly grabbed his rum.
Taking a glance around, Evelyn found the Tavern was teeming with anything she had ever seen in Tortuga. There were barrels of rum being simply tapped and taken from freely. A few rowdy, burly, looking men had begun to exchange a few words all the while spitting everywhere any food either one had attempted to consume.
The brightly colored gowns Evelyn had seen swish about were now scarce but she could guess where they had all gone to and a shiver went down her spine as she cringed at the thought. "Bloody wenches..." she muttered.
Before she knew her turn had come up and looking around a smirk came across her face. "Straight..." she said simply, slapping her cards down and a grin widened her smile. "What in the bloody...ye bloody wench! Tha's bloody..." Burly barked ravenously as he quickly stood with a fury, almost knocking the table down completely.
Evelyn stood simultaneously, then, hand at her cutlass. "I beat ya, bloody fair an' square, ya lost yer money, now I suggest ya bloody sit the hell down before ya loose somethin' else!" she sounded, her voice sounding like a whip cracking above the usual buzz of the tavern. "Burly, Burly mate...let 'er go...she did beat ye." One of them added, standing and scratching his partially balding head.
"Ah shut yer bloody hole Bill, 'm not lettin' her get away with my bloody money." he said and unsheathed his cutlass.
In an instant, Evelyn's was flashing before her, pointed straight at the man and Bill's eyes narrowed at him. "I said, put the bloody thing....away..." his voice was deadly and Burly seemed to calm. He scowled at her but smirked nonetheless.
Evelyn raised a brow at them both, but quickly opened her pouch, placed her cutlass upon the table, and began swiping every last coin into her purse.
"Right...better off fer the both of ya this way." Evelyn muttered as she pulled at the drawstring, and began hasitly attaching the pouch to her sash.
"Right....'o course..." Bill murmered and just as Evelyn lifted her eyes all the world blurred. A hand had closed around her skull and her face went smashing into the table before her. Her mistake. Her nose throbbed and there was a screech of delight but her hand still managed to shakily grip her cutlass.
Enraged, Evelyn abruptly pulled back, her back slamming into the wooden beam behind her. Her eyes landed upon the pouch before her. The other two pirates stared at her in slight disbelief, though Evelyn wasn't sure why.
"Give me the bloody pouch an' maybe I'll let ya live." She growled in the corner, her face darkened slightly by the shadows that lingered there. The orange glow from the candle danced over their twisted grins as they stared Evelyn over.
"Haha...lass...yer definately one with sand, bu' unfortunately...yer not in our league." Bill piped, scooping up the bag and shaking it beside his ear. "Aye...so ye did 'ave a pretty coin or two more in yer purse." He snickered, eyes continuing to bore into her.
Evelyn blinked again, attempting to shake the hazy vision from her eyes, and finally tasted the bit of blood that at the moment was trickling from her nose. "Ye know lass...ye really shouldn' be mixin' with the likes of us..." Bill continued as he began to firmly attached the pouch to his belt. "Give me the pouch back...I won' ask ya again." She stated with a deadly tone, hand gripping the cutlass and not minding the blood that continued to trickle down her face.
The tension built, her hand steadied as much as it could, and a fire kindled within her eyes...she wasn't leaving without her winnings...
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jun 16, 2005 13:31:21 GMT -5
(OOC -- Hey everyone! I'm back in the RPG! Well... not me as in Bossa, exactly. This is a new charrie I created just for this story! His name's William D'Argo, an eeeebil pirate captain..... though I'm still not quite sure how to work him in. Jack, we must have a Moot about this! Thankies ^_^ ~out~) ::The ship skimmed silently over the dark water, her sleek hull treading few waves as she moved ever closer to the island. Her black sails, illuminated by a ray of moonlight, flapped lazily as they were caught in the breeze.... as did the large flag mounted on the top mast, bearing the notorious skull-and-crossbones symbol of a pirate crew. This ship, known and feared by many in the Caribbean, was the El Cazador, The Hunter. Her captain...? A man called William D'Argo::
:'Argo stood at the helm of his prized vessel, black eyes carefully scanning the shore of the island as they slowly passed. He was waiting for a signal, a small glimmer of light on the beach....::"Cap'n! Cap'n, 'e's over there!!":'Argo smirked as the tiny figure of a man came into view on the dark shore, arms waving frantically as the ship neared him::[/color] "The time has come, men! The past ten years of searching have finally paid off.... Ready the longboat!"::Not a moment was spared as D'Argo himself, as well as four other pirates, climbed into the boat and set out to retrieve the man on the island. The captain grinned as he stepped ashore::"Topshank, it's good to finally see you again, mate! Tell me.... Did you find it?"
"I...it wasn' 'ere, Cap'n.... I looked.... Fer days, I did nothin' but search.... All I could fin' was this....":'Argo's grin dropped as the man, Topshanks, presented him with a cracked human skull. A strange symbol had been carved into the forehead, but there were no other signs that the skull held any importance. The captain was silent for a few moments as he turned the object in his hands, then turned his cold gaze to the man cowering before him::"The last ten years of me life... I've spent searching for this treasure. Finding it is more important to me than all the lives of my crew put together.... Do you understand?" ::The man whimpered almost inaudibly as he nodded his head:: "Good. Then you'll understand why I can' take you back to the ship."
"B-but, Cap'n..!!"::he stammered, falling to his knees::[/i] "I c-can' survive 'ere all alone...!!":'Argo smirked poisonously:: "Pity."::He turned around quickly, signalling to the others to get back in the boat. They pushed off, Topshanks' cries following them all the way back to the El Cazador::
::That night, William D'Argo stayed locked in his cabin with the hideous skull, staring at it unblinking until he felt his eyes would bleed. It didn't make sense... All the previous clues had pointed to that island. He'd sworn the treasure would have been there. But instead...he'd only found another clue. Maybe the treasure wasn't real after all. Maybe the legend of the "Spanish Queen" was just that -- a legend::
::He sighed, glancing up at the portraits arranged along the wall. From one of them, Captain Josiah Monroe, his mentor as well as the man who'd murdered his family, seemed to stare down at him with disappointment. It was for HIM that D'Argo had vowed to find the treasure.... And that was why, no matter what, he would never give up searching until the gold of the sunken "Queen" belonged to him......::
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Post by Commodore Patrick Norrington on Jun 16, 2005 14:13:35 GMT -5
The slam of bars echoed throughout the dingy hallway of the prisoner's hold. "Ye'll never get to 'em!" The prisoner cried out at them angrily, spitting at the Commodore's feet, typical really. The Commodore said nothing, simply turned to his second and spoke. "Come Mr. Perry. Before I sleep I want to figure out exactly what I'm to do with this newly acquired....information." He said slowly, his dark eyes drifting to the stony, grimy floors.
"And where is William's? Why hasn't this floor been swept?" The Commodore asked with a disappointed sigh. "I'll make certain its taken care of sir." Mr. Perry said with a slight stutter. His eyes returned to the prisoner once more and the Commodore soon left his side. "I want Miles awakened. Tell him I am terribly sorry for the abruptness, but this is rather priority at the moment....his sleep can wait." He said with a slight playful smirk as he marched up the steps and out onto the courtyard.
By now the moon was bathing all in an eerie, silver, glow. The Commodore turned his face to the pale, cold, moon and his face was stern. Thoughts raced through his mind as he attempted to find some sort of road of action to take now that he knew what he did.
"Right away sir." Mr. Perry commented and was soon off towards the other end of the courtyard. Ah, Port Royale. There was nowhere like it. It was home to the Commodore, at least, outside of London it was. There was a chilly breeze that disturbed the dead leaves that somehow found their way within the walls of the fort. A hiss, a rustle, and the Commodore came back to his senses.
Staring ahead he made to his quarters, opening the large oak doors, and closing them soundly behind him. Giving a sigh, his eyes wearily turned to the maps set out before him. Two were simply depicting the Caribbean. His eyes scanned them both carefully. "Southwest..." he muttered, taking his folded hands from behind his back and grazing a finger over its surface. Taking up a quill, he scratched a minute mark upon the island named "Isla De Lune". His finger then traced southwest of there. "Interesting..." he muttered.
"Sir...Mr. Miles is here." Perry's voice resounded throughout the room as the doors opened with a moan. The Commodore spun and smiled. "Mr. Miles. Again I ask you forgive me for the abrupt awakening but I have a rather important matter that needs to be dealt with swiftly." He said mechanically. Mr. Miles had on simply a large navy coat on, sleeping hat askew, feet barren. "No need to apologize Commodore. Its what I'm here for, isn' it?" he said heartily in his deep, baritone, voice.
Moving towards the table and looking over the map. Reading it over, he noted the scratched marking. "Pirates?" He asked almost already knowing the answer. "Yes, THE pirate, in fact." The Commodore commented, leaning over his table. Miles tore his eyes away slowly. "Jack Sparrow?" The Commodore smiled and a gleam fused into his eyes. "Perhaps." He said. "That is, if we can catch him." He added.
"What of the crew?" Mr. Perry asked, his brows lifting as he inched his way clsoer to the maps before him. "Them too. They're all pirates aren't they? And with the information I extracted...they're all to be easily found. Quite a tight knit group they are really. Tobbs, I found, happens to be a close friend of Sparrows, and his crew, all the same. They'll likely all be within the same vicinity." The Commodore commented.
"Right...and exactly...where is this vicinity you're planning to visit?" Miles asked, hand upon his chin, as he looked up to the Commodore.
"Tortuga..."
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Post by Governor Weatherby Swann on Jun 16, 2005 16:14:07 GMT -5
The Governor had breakfasted with his daughter and visited for most of the morning, conversing over political issues and the conditions Port Royale was currently in. Everything was going rather well, and the man was pleased with its accomplishments. When Will Turner came down to greet them all, he bid a quick hello and then excused himself for some “errands”...never did feel his daughter’s marriage to a blacksmith suited her, nor the family for that matter.
He decided on heading home for the rest of the evening. When Swann arrived, he headed straight for his study to check on all of the town’s supplies and conveniences. The afternoon and night commenced, and after a brief visit from Mr. and Mrs. Peppard, he retired to a comfortable sleep.
However, a few knocks on the door and a carriage ride later, Governor Swann was walking towards the Commodore’s doors. He’d received word of his return and decided to see what the man was up to. After all, an officer had passed on the news to him that the ship had run into some unexpected company.
Knocking on the already cracked doors, the governor cleared his throat in greeting. He could hear voices within, so he judged he couldn’t be intruding.
“Commodore Norrington, might I join you?”
He opened the door slightly enough not to be considered rude, but enough to show his interest in speaking with him. He was, after all, the governor-such events Port Royale was to partake on should surely be his interest to hear of.
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Post by Commodore Patrick Norrington on Jun 16, 2005 22:44:40 GMT -5
The Commodore had been on the very verge of discussing his thoughts, when the Governor's face appeared near the door. The Commodore smiled and bowed his head slightly. "Ah, Governor Swann!" he said briskly, walking quickly towards the Governor. "Governor Swann...what brings you to my office at this time of night?" The Commodore asked, genuinely concerned. Those around the Norrington's desk stood upright and with dignity that seemed to have slumbering until now.
"I was simply discussing a few plans over at the moment with Mr. Miles our cartographer and Mr. Perry." Norrington began, folding his hands neatly behind his back as the Governor entered the area.
His eyes passed to the candles that had been lit upon his desk and made towards the maps sprawled about. "In fact, you came in good timing. There's a bit of an issue I would like to bring to your attention, Governor. It concerns the safety of the Port." He began, bringing a hand to cup his chin and rubbing it thoughtfully. "We...well rather sought out a troublesome crew, you might have heard of them, the crew aboard the St. Clair. Well, in our succesful pursuit, a certain prisoner seemed to be quite well acquainted with one named....Topsword Tobbs...I believe." He began in rather a non-stop murmer.
Finally, he paused, and shook his head. "I'm sorry. Governor...did you have something in particular you wished to discuss with me?" He finally said, stopping his rambling, and looking towards the Governor.
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Post by Governor Weatherby Swann on Jun 16, 2005 23:23:29 GMT -5
The Governor returned the greeting with a nod of his head, entering the room with a slight smile set upon his face. He greeted the other men with a gesture and a nod as well before turning back to hear Norrington’s words.
“Good evening Commodore Norrington, gentlemen. Discussing plans, you say?”
He followed the man over to the desk and examined the maps that were laid out. He noticed the little mark upon one, and as the words “the safety of the Port” were mentioned, Swann quirked a brow and glanced up. His inquisitive and almost worried expression held while the Commodore went on talking. He seemed rather thoughtful as he trailed off. When he re-addressed Swann, the governor was almost startled as he too had begun pondering what such events could lead to.
“Hm? Oh, nothing in particular-I wished to speak with you of your voyage and the going-ons, but it seems you’ve informed me quite well already! You mentioned a victory then? And you managed to acquire some useful information while you were at it. Commodore, you continue to serve your country well. I applaud you!
The Governor always liked to focus on the good news first, really. It brought everything into perspective for him-he could congratulate and celebrate, and then begin to discuss what needed to be done. Looking down again at the maps, he shook his head and sighed. A disappointed frown replaced the smile that he once wore.
“Pirates...Topsword Tobbs, was it? I think I’ve heard of her before. If we find her, perhaps we can gain more knowledge on the whereabouts of others of her...”kind”. The sooner we eliminate them, the better for those serving under the Crown.”
He was somewhat referring to Jack Sparrow, the rogue that could probably be blamed for kidnapping his daughter. His countenance slowly changed while in thought to that of almost being disgusted. After all, it did lead to his daughter’s misfortunate marriage. He’d probably never let that go...
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Post by Commodore Patrick Norrington on Jun 17, 2005 15:34:54 GMT -5
The Commodore smirked at the Governor's comments. "Indeed, the sooner this pirate issue can be subdued the sooner all goes well for the Crown and her allies." The Commodore suggested as he continued to glance at the map sprawled before him. "As I was saying, this Topsword, whatever they choose to call her, could very well be the key to Jack Sparrow. Now, while I had given him a healthy start a year or so ago, I never said I would not hunt him down...eventually." He said offhandedly as he then proceeded to take his coat off and settle it on top of his great oak chair that sat handsomely behind the desk.
"Now, from what this prisoner was able to tell me, it seems Jack and his crew headed to Tortuga." "Yes, but sir..." Mr. Perry interjected, almost afraid to interrupt, but proceeding with doing so anyway. "Tortuga is teeming with pirates. Its...well...a veritable hornet's nest. We cannot honestly believe we can take on the entire island with but the Dauntless." He continued with concern, his fingers delicately tracing over the rock of an island.
"Who said anything about attacking the entire island? We simply need to get there." The Commodore began, as he headed towards a wash basin to the right of his desk. He lowered his eyes to placid waters and unbottuned his sleeves. "We simply need to find the Pearl..." He began, pulling up his fine, tartan sleeves. "Then...infiltrate it. If we catch them while docked, and if I know pirates, they'll probably all be blissfully unaware that we, meaning the Navy itself, would never dare cross into Tortuga's waters. They'll be caught off gaurd." He continued as he proceeded to was his large hands in the tepid waters.
"Caught off gaurd? And we'll take them all on there?" Mr. Perry piped questioningly, his brows lifting once more attempting to peer over the Commodore's back in order to catch some sort of gimpse of the Commodore's facial expression. The Commodore let out a wearied, almost annoyed sigh as if wondering how he could possibly think that. It was clear as day and night to him really, as was any plan the Commodore decided to concoct.
"No...of course not Perry." He said in exaspheration. "We simply need to find some leverage. Something, OR...." he paused and wiped his hands upon the small towel upon the basin's edge. He turned to face the Governor, Mr. Perry, and Miles. "Someone...in order to lure the specific crew we will be after...in this case...Mr. Sparrow's."
"Someone...? What like kidnap? Isn't that a bit harsh?" Mr. Perry asked. "Not to mention risky..." The Commodore shook his head. "No, no, it won't be. Well, if we can, we will. Again, as I said we simply need leverage and to acquire this, we'll need to find the Pearl...and quite simply...infiltrate it." He smiled with a clever twinkle in his eyes. There was an air of assurance about the Commodre and he was quite proud of this hatched plan.
Sparrow will be behind bars...one way or another...and so would the rest of his crew...even if he had to take them in one by one.
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Post by Governor Weatherby Swann on Jun 17, 2005 16:20:55 GMT -5
The Governor’s little smile returned as he listened to the Commodore’s words. The man really planned it all out rather quickly.Nodding occasionally as he listened, he grew excited almost, and by the time the man finished speaking, there was almost a hush in the room. After a pause, Swann broke it as he held his gaze first on the maps, and then on Norrington.
“Well, it seems you’ve planned this all out, Commodore Norrington. I had no idea Jack Sparrow was connected as well! I’m glad we’ll be putting that ghastly man away, after all he’s put us through. It suprised me when you gave him a chance last we saw him-this will certainly be a time to redeem one’s self.”
His smile grew a bit more as he thought of that vagabond where he belonged-on the noose with the rest of his crew.
“Although the prospects of Tortuga aren’t very tempting, I must say that I feel the need to join your little pirate hunt. It’s time I traveled with you once again, Commodore. You’ll be leaving right away, yes?”
Almost as if the question was a statement rather than a question, the Governor cleared his throat and snapped his fingers. A younger servant briskly entered and stood by Swann’s side.
“Run along home and give the word to begin packing my belongings. I need them ready as soon as possible, understand? Good boy.”
In a heartbeat the boy was gone, and, pleased with the thought of traveling once more, the Governor clasped his hands together in front of him.
“I understand you correctly, Commodore Norrington?”
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Post by Evelyn on Jun 17, 2005 16:26:28 GMT -5
Evelyn's hand gripped her cutlass. There was a feeling of intense urgency in the air and Evelyn could almost smell it. If she didn't act soon she could lose her money, her winnings, and her pride. On the other hand Eric would probably kill her if she got any more banged up than she already currently was. They sneered at her from a distance. The flickering of the candle illuminated their faces with an evil glow.
Wiping her nose with the back of her sleeve, the blood stained her off-white billowy sleeves. Quickly, she made her decision, dug into her boot, and extracted her small blade. With a swift flick of the wrist the blade went soaring and thrust itself into Bill's shoulder. She missed and a curse escaped her lips.
There was a roar from the giant ball of a man and Burly beside him leapt back in fright before turning to look at her. "Yer a bloody devil!" he barked and detracted his own blade. The blood stained blade didn't look too promising but Evelyn was prepared. "I said ta give me back my bloody money, didn' I ?" she asked quirking a brow and giving a malicious smirk. Bill keeled over, falling into the chair beside him and falling to the ground clutching his shoulder.
It was then Burly made for the pouch attached to the man's belt. "Give it here!" he scowled. Bill growled and smacked the man in the face attempting to swat him away as one would shoo away a fly. Evelyn took her advantage then.
Lunging towards them both, she crashed over the table and into the fray, blade clashing with metal. She had the higher ground but Burly gave a violent kick that sent Evelyn off and onto the ground in a pile. She kicked back viciously, her boot crunching into the man's face. He muttered a few curses and slithered away. Evelyn's other hand in the meantime made for the pouch still bound to Bill's belt. Her nails scratched at the rope and loosened it but soon Bill came to his senses.
The crash of a table was heard as it was kicked over by Bill from the ground and instinctively Evelyn rolled away. Bill gave a gurgling laugh, and coughed. Her blood was pulsing violently through her veins and crawling back over towards him, she dug her cutlass into the man's side for a killing blow. There was a sickening sound before Evelyn struggled to detach the purse. Once it was taken, she made to scramble up she was shoved. Her blade fell from her hands and she was soon scracthing and clawing for her pouch.
"Give it to me ye bloody wench!" Burly screeched. Clawing her way through the scramble Evelyn finally got her way when she gave a hard kneed a bit below the belt.
He howled in pain, cursed to no end, and Evelyn quickly snatched the pouch and ran from the Tavern.
The night about her was closing in like a velvet cloak, shrouding all around her. She was still rather dizzy and her heart was leaping. For a moment, she considered returning to the Pearl. Its comforting sight was something she sought at the moment, as well as Eric's company, but for now, she could hear someone within the Tavern behind her scrambling after her. She needed a quick getaway that wouldn't lead them to the Pearl and potential danger to the crew. Instead, she made for the first pub that caught her eye.
So it was, with a bit of a halt, an abrupt turn, and almost a catastrophic fall, Evelyn stumbled into the Gold Mermaid.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jun 17, 2005 23:07:03 GMT -5
A pickpocket and two barfights later,Emma swaggered up to the door of the Gold Mermaid,glancing at the sky to get a feel for what time it was.She smiled,stretching out a bit before she walked into the tavern.This was the environment where she felt completely at home-the off-key music,the clank of mugs,the sound of fists finding their various marks...
Bluegreen eyes took in everything automatically.She was quick to spot a friendly face,and made her way through the crowd to Evelyn."Ev!'Ow are ya,lass?"She smiled slightly,leaning back against a beam."Don' look so great...get inta a fight without me?"
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Post by Evelyn on Jun 18, 2005 14:49:16 GMT -5
Evelyn had slightly staggered into the Gold Mermaid, sleeve to her nose, and head slightly pounding away. The cacophony that emanated from the pub was bearable for the moment and all Eve wanted was a cool rum in her hand. "Rum! Now!" She barked loudly towards the bar as she half collapsed into an empty seat and table nearby. The music here was somewhat more structured as at least here there were off-tune piano keys being played.
They had gotten her good, that she would give them. She wasn't even too sure how her nose got the way it did really, wait...now it came to her. She distinctly remembered her eyes being invaded by crude wood. She shook her head, but plopping her fat pouch upon the table before her she gave a crooked grin. "Bloody bastards..." she sighed pulling her sleeve away to note the amount of blood that continued to blot onto her blouse.
"Here ye are lass." Came a cackling sort of voice. "Tha'll be one shilling." The lady pronounced, as she stood merely inches from Evelyn's side. Evelyn's ran her hands through her wild curls once, looked towards her pouch, and then up at her. Her eyes were narrowed and with simply a sudden, savage, grunt, the woman blinked and was off.
Finally, a familiar tone finally detracted Evelyn from her thoughts and she turned. The auburn hair was all she needed to see in order to know who it was. "Em...yeah...well ya know how it is, ya mind yer own business here an' tha's jus' bloody askin' for trouble." She muttered turning to her and giving a grin. "Looks as if some men jus' can' bloody lose." She snorted, nodding towards the fat pouch stuffed with brilliant gold and silver coins.
She rubbed the back of her neck and allowed her head to loll back on top of the chair as she gazed upwards. " Have ya seen the others? Heard Tobbsy wanted a bit of a drinkin' match." She queried, lifting her brows but still staring up at the ceiling, which at this point was rather clouded by the amount of smoke in the room.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jun 18, 2005 22:51:49 GMT -5
"Nonsense,"quipped Emma as she straddled a chair,folding her arms on what was properly meant to be the back of it."It seems to me that they can lose perfectly well,they just can't admit it."She glanced at the mug in front of her friend,tilting her head slightly."Drinkin' already?Are y'gonna save some room for the contest,or will it just be me,Tobbs,an' Rhys?"A smirk came to her lips."It'd be a pity to win so easily,if ye won' be competin'..."Better opponents,in Emma's mind,meant more rum for her,so was by all means a good thing.
She sighed,trailing a fingers through the dust on the table's surface.It was getting a bit late,and she couldn't help but wonder where Rick had gone.Blinking,Emma quickly shook her head.He was a big lad,he didn't need her babysitting him...she wouldn't let him act like that for her,and if there was one thing she abhored it was a hypocrite.Still,she had barely seen him all day...
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Rhys Tolen
Councellor/First Mate
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Jun 18, 2005 23:01:57 GMT -5
Rhys couldn't keep the grin off her face as Dar dove into the water without a splash. He was always at home in the water, more than he ever was on land. She laughed and ducked under the water before he came back up. Opening her eyes to the salt water, she swam forward and grabbed on to his waist and pulling him under again.
She popped up out of the water with an innocent smile and hugged him. "Dar, I missed you. And you haven't written me at all! Not that any letters would reach me," she said. Pulling away she swam backwards and looked him over, "You've changed since we last saw each other, changed so much."
She ducked under water for a moment to clear her mind, before popping back out of the water and looking at the side of the ship. "Erm... How are we getting back aboard? I didn't think that far ahead..."
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jun 18, 2005 23:49:40 GMT -5
::The streets of Tortuga, in all their splendor, had become like a second home to Captain Barbossa since his arrival three weeks ago. He had come to her shores shipless and wounded after having badly misjudged the fire power of a merchant vessel.... His entire crew now lay at the bottom of the ocean with his once prized ship::
::But such was the life of a pirate, it seemed. Just when the tide had begun to turn in his favor, everything was snatched away by the cruel sea. There was no point in dwelling on what was already lost. He'd thus come to Tortuga to find himself a new ship and, if he was lucky enough, a new crew to go along with it. The ship had been easy enough... the Maiden's Virtue was already moored at the docks under a fake name. All that was left was to find a group of pirates willing to work for someone with a reputation like his....::
::Setting his eyes on a nearby building, he figured this pub would be a good place to start. It was dark and smelled of things Barbossa would rather not think about -- the perfect place to dig up the kind of low-lives he was looking for. He pulled his large, feathered hat a bit lower to cover his face as he entered, and headed immediately over to an empty corner table::
"A mug o' Ale, lass...,"::he said as a barmaid walked past. While he waited for his drink, he let his eyes scan the faces of the pub's patrons. Two "gentlemen" in the opposite corner looked promising, but he wasn't quite sure they were even still alive. Another man was busy throwing knives at a post in the center of the room... a relatively good shot, considering he had a patch over each eyes::
::With a sigh, Barbossa leaned back in his chair to wait for an opportunity to walk through the door....::
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