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Post by Commodore Patrick Norrington on Sept 7, 2003 20:15:30 GMT -5
*You walk into the usual, jovial Royale pub. However, a somber air does permeate the pub....looking at all the pictures on the wall, one could tell that this pub is made for a dedication. You walk up to the bartender...who amazingly happens to be Commodore Norrington?! Who knew he had other skills?....heck, I didn't!*
Aye friends, this pub is forever dedicated to the memory of those who died in Port Dantes......whoever hath done this heinous crime I have no mind to know. I would prefer it not be he who accused...but none know under these times.
Please, come have a drink, have a talk, tell us of fond memories of loved ones long past in that ill fated port.
The RULES:.....you all should know by now!!
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 8, 2003 22:50:45 GMT -5
*Maria walks in wearing all black and comes with a rose in her hand*
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Sept 9, 2003 19:49:51 GMT -5
Sarah walks in close behind Maria, also carrying a rose. The thorns cut her skin and she leaved a steady trail of blood on the floor. Silent tears roll off Sarah's face a drop to the floor. Her long skirts smear/clean the floor of blood and tears. Sarah walks up to a memorial for those at Port Dantes and puts her rose in a vase. She then silently whispers to herself. Good-Bye Mother and Father, I will miss you dearly.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 9, 2003 20:00:02 GMT -5
: Maria sees the tears rolling down Sarh face. She goes and wipes them away with her sleeve: " It s alright m'dear. There safe in the afterlife."
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Sept 9, 2003 20:06:54 GMT -5
Sarah nodded to Maria and then went to sit with her and have some tea.
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Post by Commodore Patrick Norrington on Sept 9, 2003 20:15:33 GMT -5
*The Commodore takes a step from behind the bar, and sitting next to Sarah and Amelia, he smiles gently and sips some whiskey*
Ah yes, m'ladies, fear not, they are in a better place now. Understand, I knew many a man there, men I trained personally...now their gone.....but please, tell me of your parents Sarah, sometimes it helps to speak to alleviate the pain
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 9, 2003 20:15:44 GMT -5
:Maria Sat with Sarah but this was no jolly matter. Maria could see the pain and Sorrow in Sarah eyes.: " Is there anything I can do for ye Sarah?" : The commodor fisrt had asked Sarah of her parents
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Sept 9, 2003 20:21:54 GMT -5
Sarah tried to smile and Maria and Commodore Norrington, but she can't. They were good folk, moved to Port Dantes to start a new life, kind of like a retirement of a sort. Of course I didn't go with them because I was still schooling and me being so good friends with Elizabeth and all...
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Post by David and Paul Lettleby on Sept 9, 2003 20:53:14 GMT -5
Paul Lettleby, clothed in ebony, entered the pub silently with two bouquets of roses, crimson red. He walked up to three pictures, and placed three roses by each. He whispers a prayer for each of them, praying that they all had swift deaths. He then walked over to the Commodore, his fiance, and her best friend, listening to her talk. He smiled, tears brimming in his eyes, and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder to comfort her. " 'm here, darlin'. An' I know it hurts now, but it'll all be better temorrah," he whispered, ushering her to continue her story.
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Sept 10, 2003 6:22:38 GMT -5
Sarah glanced toward Paul, still not being able to smile. Yes well, I haven't visited them in 3 years, because of the whole escapade in saving Elizabeth, the twins being born, and me being engaged, I had no time. Now I wish I had. They wrote me a few letters, would be about 50 now. They found in harder to write as they got older, my dad never had any schooling, so my mom had to write all the letters. I haven't heard from them for about a year and a 1/2. I can only hope their death wasn't painful. But who would do such a horrid thing?!
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Sept 10, 2003 17:04:13 GMT -5
:Jack Sparrow walked in, strangly sober and calm. He had his normally wild hair, respectfully tired back in a ponytail, with black strip of cloth. He wasn't carrying anything with him, but he looked around awkwadly at first then silently went over to a corner, unsure of what to say or do:
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 10, 2003 17:38:29 GMT -5
Sarahs story was touching. Tears were even runnig down Maria's face . The door creeked, Maria looked up to see the captain. She wiped away her tears and spoke soft and Slowly to Jack " Evenin' capin'"
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Sept 10, 2003 17:48:06 GMT -5
:Jack looked up, having been silent for a long while then finally nodded:
"Hello...." He looked around a bit, then began to edge towards the door, firmly convinced he shouldn't be here:
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 10, 2003 17:58:25 GMT -5
" Wait!" Maria grabbed his arm and looked him in the eye convinced he had done nothing " Jack. I know you have done nothing wrong.... please stay."
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Post by Commodore Patrick Norrington on Sept 10, 2003 19:40:10 GMT -5
*Norrington lends a smile to his Fort Captain Paul, and beckoning him to come sit down, he listens with an open mind to Sarah's story, she seems bolstered by her finacees presence. When another person walks in, Norrington dashes to the bar to prepare a light rum with a bit of tea leaves in it. He hands it to Jack as he is forced back down to the table*
Worry not friend, there are no judgements here...only memories....many memories...
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