Gabriella looked around the ship that she was now on and growled angrily at the man holding her, tightly. "Let go of me..." She tried to jerk out of his grip.

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Elizabeth tried not to show anything on her face. Devina was a good actress...it was almost scary...

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((Don't think we're on the ship just yet Amara...it'll just be a little bit more. They're gonna meet up with Pintel and Ragetti in just a bit.))

Grapple grinned sarcastically at the feisty captive. "As ye wish, milday," he sneered, pushing her into the arms of Mallot.
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Gabriella looked up to Mallot and glared at him, as well. "You are all a bunch of pigs." She stated and then tried to get out of Mallot's arms.

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[Hey, guys. Would you hold this thread for a little while? Something really sad has just happened in my life, and I have to be around my friends and focus on other things for a couple of days. Hence, I may not be on the forum as much - and I don't want to miss a thing! I'll get on once in a while, but like I said, it won't be my focus for a couple of days. Thanks!]

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[Oh GOSH, Pip. *rolls eyes*]

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((I guess I'll just move along, then...was kinda waiting on Aerwen, but she can catch up))

Pintel cocked his pistol and fired...a blank. Growling, he turned instantly on Ragetti. "Ragetti..." he began with false patience. "When ye were grabbin' me a gun from th' storeroom, did it occur to ye that I might need ammunition?!"
"I thought ye 'ad some," the taller pirate argued.
"O' course I didn't 'ave some! That's why I told ye to get some!"
"Ye did not. Ye said, 'Ragetti, go grab me a pistol,' an' so I did. Never said nothin' 'bout ammuntion."
"How could ye not- Gimme yer gun!" Pintel demanded.
"Don't got one."
"What d'ye mean you don't got one?!"
"I don't got one. I was gettin' you one."
"An' ye couldn't grab one yeself?"
"I forgot."
"Ye forgot. How bloody stupid are- Never mind," he snarled, drawing his cutlass. "I'll do this th' 'ard way, then. So much more satisfyin'..." As he advanced toward the pair, the Stealth suddenly fired all of her canons at once: Barbossa's way of saying they were pulling out. Clearly torn between his desire for revenge and the knowledge that Barbossa would take any excuse to leave him behind, Pintel growled and grabbed Ragetti by the sleeve. "C'mon," he muttered. As they hurried away, he called over his shoulder, "We ain't through wit' ye, Miss 'Lizbeth. Next time, ye won't 'ave yer friends to save ye."

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Elizabeth scowled as the two pirates as they left. She wasn't very afraid, more angry at him for making such a threat. If anyone found out, she'd be chained to her room...with five guards at her doors. But a small part of her - so small she didn't notice it at the moment - was a bit afraid.

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((Sorry, 'bout these long posts lately; it's been necessary to keep things moving along. This should be the last really long one))

Mallot kept his grasp on the young woman firm as they neared the water's edge. The pirates all piled into two rowboats and began making their way back to the Stealth. "Cap'n Barbossa'll be pleased wit' this one," Mallot laughed as they rowed toward the sleek ship. "I get 'er after he does, though."
"Do not!" Grapple argued indignantly. "I brought 'er; I get 'er first!"
Soon everyone on the boat was arguing about who "got" the prisoner first, causing the boat to rock back and forth unsteadily.
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Pintel and Ragetti ran out of the governor's mansion and toward the docks. Pintel scanned the chaos around them, but there was no sign of his group. Finally he spotted them about thirty feet out in the water and steadily getting closer to the ship. "C'mon!" he shouted to Ragetti, hopping into the nearest rowboat. "We gotta catch up with 'em, or Barbossa'll know we weren't doin' our job!"
The two pirates rowed as quickly as they could toward the other boats. They were fortunate that arguing had momentarily taken the place of rowing on one of the boats, and they caught up easily. Pintel had no sooner breathed a sigh of relief, though, than he realized who all was in the boat. "Where's Sparrow?!" he hissed, hoping he wasn't overheard by Barbossa as they came up to the side of the ship. "Who's the girl?"
The rest of the crew simply stared blankly at him. "We got us someone better!" Mallot insisted proudly after a second's pause.
Pintel swore angrily. "An' no Sparrow?!" he growled. "I send ye off to do one simple task, an'-"
"Mister Pintel!" a cold, menacing voice interrupted from up on the deck. "Unless ye fancy bein' left behind, I suggest you an' yer 'squad' get back up here. Were you successful?"
Wincing inwardly, Pintel considered his options and began climbing up the side with the others close behind. As he came face-to-face with Captain Barbossa, he did a bit of quick thinking. "Yes an' no..." he began hesitantly, cowering under the captain's hard, steady gaze. "Sparrow was...inaccessible...but we got someone jus' as good, if not better."
"An' who would that be?" Barbossa asked in a deceivingly calm tone, clearly not buying it.
"Well...uh..." Pintel stammered as he glanced at the young woman. "She's...ah...Sparrow's lover?" he lied hopefully.

Gabriella stared at all of the men, in anger. "NONE OF YOU PIGS ARE GONNA GET ME!" She yelled at them and folded her arms, with a hump. She felt completely insecure, with all of them around her.

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Barbossa just grinned and lifted the young woman's chin gently with one hand. "Sparrow's lover, ye say?" he asked, his cold blue eyes appraising her narrowly.
"Aye, cap'n," Pintel said, the words sticking in his dry throat. "An' he'll come after 'er if she's taken." At least...he hoped.
Barbossa continued to examine the girl. "That so, lass?" he asked skeptically.