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Post subject:  Posted: February 13th, 2007, 6:00 pm |
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pirateoftherings wrote: ((Mate, I understand if you're too busy right now. Aldaron had the same problem. It's no big deal to fill your roles, if you so wish.))
((No, I have time! I have plenty of time! The problem is... I don't know what to post for Mr. Gibbs and Pintel, if yeah know what I mean...)) _________________ 
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Post subject: Posted: February 13th, 2007, 6:10 pm |
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((That could be problematic. I'll pm you, and we can brainstorm together, 'kay?))
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Post subject: Posted: February 14th, 2007, 1:22 am |
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Jack swayed back with an uncomfortable expression on his face. "So..." the young pirate started trying to poorly grasp everything Bill had said to him, "...Said Beastie comes back to kill said son and said crew, but said Captain.." here he pointed towards himself, "..will just buzz said Beastie away, and therefore, said fish face will leave us alone! Savvy?"
He smirked again and raised his eyebrows, proud of himself and his plan.
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Post subject: Posted: February 14th, 2007, 1:32 am |
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"Jones doesn't need the Kraken to tear this ship apart," Bootstrap argued. "He only has to get us within range of the cannons. We'd be sailin' out against th' wind anyway; we're no match. An' either way, we'd be forced t' return. I'm sorry, Jack, but I already told ye: if it ever comes down to a choice between you an' my son..." He paused and grabbed Jack firmly by the arm. "...I choose my son." Without another word, he led Jack into the nearest wall and disappeared.
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Post subject: Posted: February 14th, 2007, 2:09 am |
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"Will? What is it? What's wrong?" Elizabeth asked as she could sense Will was troubled.
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Pushing Elizabeth gently away, he said her, "I've had enough of this! I should know what is going on between Jack and my father."
Frustrated, he roughly kicked open the door and stomped inside. But.........where were they? "Father? Jack? Hello? Father? Jack?" Will said as his eyes searched the empty room.
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Meanwhile, Ragetti neared Barbossa and said, "What is Will acting up for? It's not like 'im to be in such a fuss."
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Post subject: Posted: February 14th, 2007, 4:58 am |
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Davey Jones shot his head to the main mast where there had emerged none other than Bootstrap Bill, and what looked to be another man...wait, that other man was the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow, de-formed and bearing heavy mutations that only a crewmen of five-ten years would bear.
The Captain of the sea's cold blue eyes pinned onto Bill's, "Good'a work'a Mist'er Turn'ar...I seen ye've bring me back'a what's looks ta' be my caged'a Sparr'aw?" He chuckled and the rest of the crew of the Dutchman joined in.
Jack on the other hand, was twisting his neck back and forth. He was irritated, confused, hurt, bewildered, puzzled, angry and could clearly hear the static inside his body rising to it's peek ready to give way and shock Bootstrap to death...
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Post subject: Posted: February 15th, 2007, 1:22 am |
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Bootstrap merely kept his gaze fixed on the deck, refusing to meet the eyes of either of his captains. "M'sorry, Jack," he muttered, ignoring steady spurt of growths that continued to form as he stood there. "I couldn'..." he trailed off, at a loss for words. Releasing his grip on Jack's arm, he abruptly turned away. "Ought t' know better'n to trust a mutineer by now anyway," he said under his breath as he quickly strode away.
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"Davy Jones..." Tia breathed, uttering the name like a curse. "He's nae as smart as I t'ought."
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Post subject: Posted: February 15th, 2007, 4:02 am |
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Will heard Tia and dashed out of the cabin's quarters, "Davy Jones? Does he have something to do with all of this?" Will's eyes were angry with the situtation he was trying to comprehend.
Elizabeth's face was completely opposite of Will, "William! What is going on?!"
(Waiting for FM to respond to Ragetti.)
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Post subject: Posted: February 15th, 2007, 4:22 am |
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"Maccus...take Bootstrap Bill'a to the brig'a. He needs'a some time with'a 'is thoughts." he grinned and turned his gaze upon Sparrow. "And'a ya Mister Sparr'aw, we need to 'ave a word'a together." Captain Jones nodded his head towards Jimmylegs with a growing smile.
Maccus, on the otherhand grabbed Bill firmly by the arm, dragged him below deck and without hesitation threw the man into the brig. He turned the lock and key, and headed up above deck without a single word.
An hour passed. The hour not bringing anything new to the Flying Dutchman, only now, the weather had changed to an ugly storm and the ship rocked back and forth voilently.
A few minutes later Jack was thrown back into Bootstrap's cell. He landed on his stomach on the hard moss-infested deck, with closed eyes, exhausted and trembling. Jack's shirt was off, revealing his back which was now decorated again with a fresh set of complex patterns of whip lashes.
Jimmylegs laughed as he slammed the bars shut, "Thanks for the light show, Sparrow!"
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Post subject: Posted: February 15th, 2007, 11:39 am |
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Barbossa muttered something incomprehensible and decidedly angry, and looking toward Ragetti said, "Don't ye be understandin'? Bootstrap's gone and taken Jack with him... where-ever he went."
For a moment his face clouded, to his credit, but then it brightened again, as he said loud enough for everyone to here,
"An that be meanin' he's left the Pearl in my care." With a smile, he muttered under his breath, "Forever."
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Post subject: Posted: February 15th, 2007, 6:01 pm |
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Mr. Gibbs heard Barbossa, and walked over.
"No, Hector. The Pearl should be and is Jack Sparrow's. He'll be back!" he said...
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Post subject: Posted: February 16th, 2007, 1:28 am |
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((Mates, if it's alright, I'm taking us ahead an hour to match up with the Dutchman))
The Pearl continued to pitch violently back forth on the stormy seas, riding the swelling waves gracefully. Rain was coming down in sheets, and the wing blew violently, but amid all the chaos, a single figure remained stationary on the deck of the Black Pearl. Near the bow of the massive ship, Tia Dalma knelt on the wooden planks with an array of crab claws scattered before her. She was continuously moving them around in an intricate pattern, murmuring words so softly that even if it hadn't been storming, very little sound would have been heard. Her eyes remained half-closed as she concentrated, ignoring the storm raging around her as she focussed only on the words she was speaking and the claws before her...
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Bootstrap barely even looked up as Jack was thrown into the cell, instead directing his attention toward studying the patterns of the wooden planks of the hull. A tense silence hung between the two for quite some time, filling the air like a poison. Finally, he spoke up. "Jack..." he trailed off, unsure of what else to say.
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Post subject: Posted: February 16th, 2007, 3:12 am |
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Will struggled to hang onto the Pearl in the midst of the storm, as did Ragetti. But meanwhile, Elizabeth was spying very closely on Tia. With her hair soaking wet around her face, she crept a little closer, but as she did a board creaked loudly.
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Post subject: Posted: February 19th, 2007, 1:44 am |
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Jimmylegs grunted at the scene and he struck eyes with Bootstrap, "Or, I should really be thankin' ye Turner."
The Bo'sun laughed and then looked at Jack's pathetic form with a nod of his head, "Thanks to ye we now know 'ow this bird Sparrow works...th' more 'e buzzes...th' more 'e becomes one o' us."
Here the mutated man named Jimmylegs notioned towards Jack's shirtless upper body, looking over the fully developed fin and now the breathing gills that had appeared at the sides of the young pirate's lungs.
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Post subject: Posted: February 19th, 2007, 2:15 am |
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Bootstrap didn't lift his gaze. "Leave 'im be, Jim," he muttered. "Ye best get back on deck, 'fore th' Cap'n decides that Jack's not th' only one in need of a lashin'."
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Tia ignored the sound of someone approaching, instead keeping her attention solely on what she was doing. Storms like this were hard to summon and even harder to control. It was taking most of her energy just to keep them afloat.
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Post subject: Posted: February 19th, 2007, 4:20 am |
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Jimmylegs laughed, and slipped up stairs towards the upper deck and into the hard rain.
A few awkward moments went by, before Jack even tried to move. The world was spinning and slowly Jack seemed to gain conciousness. He slowly opened his eyes to look at Bootstrap's face through the hazy blur of his vision. "I..." he stopped. The dryness in his throat made if painful to speak, but he continued, "I feel sullied, and unsual..." He tried to sit up but he couldn't. He found his arms wobbly and weak and blood was still running down his back.
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