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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Oct 30, 2003 14:15:56 GMT -5
"Francine? Are you sure?"....* Maria stares oddly at the two then at Barbossa* " a spittin' image you say. Wha's she look like? Tell me..." * Maria walks over to Emma and Arayel* "somin' not right..."
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Oct 30, 2003 21:39:34 GMT -5
:Emma falters slightly:Well...she's got hair...about this color...:she holds a lock of Maria's hair before her eyes:Rather pale...very pretty lady,everyone always says.It's a good thing you got your looks from her,too....:she motions to Barbossa,as if this needs no further explanation:
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Oct 31, 2003 15:20:43 GMT -5
" Really..." :Maria stares at Emma amazement: "...and..um.. who's father is 'e.My.. granfather?..wait I don't wan' teh know" : She looked down to see her bracelette the one with Will's intials engraved: "odd...." : She shook her head and grabbed a mug and handed it to Emma: " Fill it up wit' rum.....: " those words had never come out of her lips. the only time she drank rum was when they were stranded on the island: " Do I like rum?" : She asked Emma;
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 31, 2003 19:27:58 GMT -5
Oh o' course ye'll have a bit every now and again mate, but ye never really been what we call a very, 'eavy drinker. Go on now get ze lass her rum Emma. *Arayel says attempting to contain giggles, and for the moment doing a strikingly good job.*
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Post by Evelyn on Nov 1, 2003 13:10:19 GMT -5
"Ah she can have someo of mine. Here ye go." Evelyn snickers trying very hard to keep the giggles in and looks at Barbossa's terrified look. "Ye know a hug from his granddaughter would do a lot of good for the old sea dog, go ahead it help him out a lot." Evelyn tells her snickering but knowing that she would never want to become amnesiac with this lot.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Nov 1, 2003 17:11:28 GMT -5
:Emma notices Maria staring at the initials on her bracelet,and makes a quick save,while handing Maria the mug of rum:That was a gift from...yer other grandfather,on yer mum's side.William Thomas.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Nov 2, 2003 21:58:56 GMT -5
:As maria stares at the intials Emma handed her a mug of rum. She was told it stood for William Thomas:"Are you sure?" : She said trying to eminise old memories: "Whatever you say.." : Maria held the mugs close t her lips then staredat Barbossa again:"is that true?" : She asked him. Maria glared at the bracelette again:" No... William Tur......": As she was about to say the name someone had spilled her rum all over her dress:
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Nov 2, 2003 22:25:15 GMT -5
Oh I'm so sorry! *arayel apologized as she raised her hand and tipped Maria's glass.* But you see I didn't mean to but you had a fly sitting right on yer shoulder. *She takes a towel and helps wipe her off.* Now honestly francine 'ow can ye be forgetting you ol' granda' William Thomas. He love ye even more than this poor nutter 'ere does. Shame 'e 'ad that accident though... *Arayel trailed off shaking her head*
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Nov 2, 2003 22:53:06 GMT -5
:Emma nods,putting a consoling hand on Ma---Francine's shoulder:Aye...we'll all miss 'im.'E was a good man,yer grandfather.But come on,Francine...yeh should be gettin' some rest,yeh took a pretty nasty blow to the skull there.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Nov 2, 2003 22:58:19 GMT -5
"ok if you insist." : She glided across the room to lounge o one of the chairs. just then something clicked in her head: " Wait I know who I am! I'm not francine my name is ....." : everyone in the rooms stares :"....abigail esty!" : She smile slyly as if she had been right: " you tried to trick me"
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Nov 2, 2003 23:06:37 GMT -5
:Emma blinks:Ab...Abigail?:She looks at her friend in confusion,then turns to Arayel:All right,game's over.:She kneels before Maria:Mate...that's not your name...neither is Francine....but...
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Nov 3, 2003 1:51:17 GMT -5
Abigail? *Arayel looks shrewdly at MAria and pulls Emma back* Do you think she be trying to pull one over on us mate, and that she's known who she is the whole time?
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Nov 3, 2003 8:44:03 GMT -5
:Emma shrugs:I don' think so,mate...if she'd know,she mos' likely would've burst out laughin' at the thought o' bein' related to Barbossa....an' there's th' whole rum thing....
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Nov 3, 2003 21:01:41 GMT -5
"Not Abby eh. Not francine??" : She looks down as a shot of failure to recognize who she really is. She left to go wash of the rum that had spilled on her. When soaked the aroma of rum filled the air.:"rum?....." : she said to herself silently as it started to come back. she looked down at he hand that held the rag. behind it was a distinctive scar of a rose:"roses?...." : next was tht bracelette. she looked up to Emma and Arayel and demanded answers:" What do these initials mean? Who and where is my family?... and my parents?": tears swelled up in her eyes and her brown eyes swam in tears:
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Nov 3, 2003 22:07:48 GMT -5
:Emma,not usually one to be swayed by pity,begins biting her lip nervously,unsure of how to react to this display of emotion from her befuddled friend:
:Rick,on the other hand,had developed a slight paternal edge to his personality,more than likely from taking care of Emma when she was in trouble,sick,wounded,hung over,et cetera.He kneels down by Maria,gently taking the mug of rum from her and wrapping a blanket around her shoulders:All right,lass...calm down,a'righ'?Listen teh me.Yer name is Maria.Yeh have a brother in Port Royal,name of Will Turner.His wife is the governor's daughter,Elizabeth.They have two young children,yer niece an' nephew,James an' Catherine.Yeh're not in any way related teh that blighter over there,'e really is a pirate an' isn't suffering from any mental illness as far as we know.Follow me so far?:He looked at her in concern,as a brother would:
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