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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jul 31, 2003 23:32:02 GMT -5
The cheerful songs of the morning birds floats upon the warm breezes as you make your way down a cobblestone road. Before you is a large building, with gates at the front, pillars near the cherry wood doors, pearl white walls, and a few marble steps. The road leads through the gate and circles around a large fountain, leading back out of the gate and on the road once again. As you arrive and knock at the doors, you're greeted by a slender yet solemn man, who summons you in, then disappears behind a door to the right. The chap appears and speaks, allowing you access to the door he entered, and the room behind it. Inside, a large room, with cream walls and a wooden floor, is brightly lit up by the sun that splashes inside through the windows. There are manyy chairs, and others are there as well, but your main attention is focused upon the two gentlemen at the front of the room. They sit behind desks, papers, documents, and maps before them, and occasionally a talk is begun ith those around you. Commodore Norrington and Governor Swan look up as you enter, summoning you to approach.
Welcome to the Governor's Mansion! Here, questions may be asked and ideas may be proposed to the Commodore and the Governor!
Rules- No Spamming! Stay in Character! No Chatting! The taverns and pubs are for that! Please be Kind with Your Words!
Current Activities/News As you know, the site is knew, so suggestions and ideas are welcomed and appreciated!
Upcoming Events We're discussing on having an army/naval system, as well as a commerce system. They won't be running yet, but they'll be started as soon as they can, if decided upon.
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Post by Commodore Patrick Norrington on Aug 5, 2003 22:13:28 GMT -5
*A figure clad in a Uniform of the Royal Navy enters the Governors Mansion, and sitting down on a small chair he removes his silver saber from his belt...the only odd thing about him is that he is absent of the white wig that is so common and usual among British aristocracy.*
Greetings all those visiting the mansion, I am Commodore Patrick Norrington, and I am commander of this here fleet stationed in Port Royale. I do hope you find your stay pleasant, and please, if you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask myself or the next Governor Swann!
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Aug 9, 2003 3:23:01 GMT -5
:Jack's eyes dance as they look around the Governer's mansion, as if sizing up what he can possibly carry away. So many things that aren't nailed down in any way....tisk tisk......such a easy place to loot. Then he sees Norrington and his grin fades just slightly.:
"'ello mate......fancy seeing you here...." His eyes glitter just slightly. "So........how've you been?"
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Post by Commodore Patrick Norrington on Aug 11, 2003 14:32:47 GMT -5
*Norrington turns with a slight grin, and welcomes the pirate*
Ah yes, Captain Jack...it's been too long...oh, and don't even think about it sticky fingers...it's not as easy as you would think!...Please, have a stop by our local pub, I"d love to have a chat with my infamous friend over a nice drink?
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Aug 12, 2003 14:20:54 GMT -5
:Jack's face lit up at the idea of a drink and he nodded: "Aye......tel lme how the old Fort has been...didn't have much tiem to look at it last time I was there..had a few other things on my mind and all....."
:He grinned, thinking abot his fall into the sea after his near hanging and laughed:
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Aug 29, 2003 19:40:40 GMT -5
<Moving Sarah's Post>
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Sept 3, 2003 16:30:05 GMT -5
((Where was my post moved to?))
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 3, 2003 21:19:53 GMT -5
Evelyn entered Commodore Norrington's Mansion feeling out of place. Her muddy boots, weather worn fitted black coat, knife, feather earring and all, made her feel quite out of place. Still she sighed and noticed all the beautiful things...so many things...so little time. She smirked and kind of brushed back her hair thinkin' she should look a bit decent for some odd reason. She approached the Commodore. "Commoder..." she said slowly not sure if she should call him that. "I, er, noticed you haven't as of late to get myself a...tea...yes, that's it..." even though she knew she only meant rum. "And I was uh, wonderin' could ye open some kind of cafe...or pub? I need somewhere's to drown me worries...if ye get my meaning." she said curtseying in an odd way. The proper look of this place and the gentlemanish ways of the Commodore, made her want to at least look like a respectable young woman.
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