Gibbs felt himself grin and begin laughing as Morgaine did so. It certainly wasn't the time, he scolded himself, he should be praying for the safe passing of his friends. He should looking for those friends, he felt like an awful person - maybe he was, but at that moment he couldn't bring himself to show the proper regret for what had happened.

The woman in his arms buried her face into his chest and his hold on her tightened. He smoothed out her hair with a calloused hand.

You're alive! He heard her exclaim with more emotion than he had heard in her voice than ever before. It wasn't sad either, it was relief mingled with joy. He wanted to tell her that he felt the same, but the words wouldn't come.

He let his head drop so that his forehead rested on her own and after a few deep breaths that barely calmed him he spoke: "Yes, I mos' certainly am. It seems tha' you wouldn't be able tah get rid of me so easy," he found himself joking and hoped that it would make her laugh again.

"I was worried 'bout, yah," he admitted and if his grip on her hadn't already been tight he would have gripped her closer to make sure that he wasn't talking to a dream. She was there though, soaked and cold with her hair tangled about her face with a tired and worn countenance that had red become red from tears, but to him she was the most beautiful thing in the entire world. He had thought he had lost her and now that he knew he hadn't, Gibbs was going to follow her to the end of the world.

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(I am making it so that Henry and Eve are with Christine, if that's okay with Goldy and PD. If not I'll change it.)

Christine, who was fighting the wave of unconsciousness that threatened to steal her away, vaguely felt wood under her once more. Her body was numb from cold, loss of blood, pain and fear. The air around her was stuffy and too hot to be outside, not to mention that there was little light in the area. She deduced she must be in the brig.

Her arms and legs were akimbo and her blue eyes were open a small amount. The wood felt good under her face - if she closed her eyes she could pretend that she had fallen asleep on the floor of the Pearl after a night of too much alcohol. Soon Gibbs or Morgaine would come and wake her up and bring her to her hammock and scoff at her ill choice of sleeping place. Neither would actually mean it, and they would tease her later. Morning would come and she'd wake up to A-Rose and Varianna talking loudly and laughing, or perhaps Jack would decide to talk loudly by her ear for a joke when he had heard what happened and chuckle as she groaned from her headache.

She didn't close her eyes and pretend those things, though. Her glazed look simply drifted along the line of the brig floor where she saw two sets of legs. One was dainty and feminine, the other distinctly male. Her ears rang from the loudness of the gunshot which she thought might have ended her life, but slowly her hearing was returning and the voices - they must belong to the sets of legs in with her - filtered through her brain, the tone muffled.

The redhead shook her fiery locks - turned to a large mass of tangles from too long in the water. She gathered strength and tried to push up with the force of will that she felt might break her - when she her head stopped reeling she looked up at the two blondes that sat in the cell with her.

The empty girl couldn't even try a smile at the two - she might have done so if she didn't know that above her was Bartleby who was most certainly going to kill her as soon as the captain stopped caring about pirate prisoners. She trembled from fear and cold.

"What ship am I on?" she said outloud, it was obviously a question but it was cold and hollow. Anyone who heard it, she felt, could see straight into what she was feeling now. She wanted them all to feel it too- it would be impossible to bear if she were the only one who felt empty.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

((If some one wants to be rescued by Anna's ship, its a EITC ship with a pirate flag and looks rougher. Also its called The Highlander.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

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Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet

Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-

During Caleb Costello-Nightingale's oratory Vincent was frozen in the same spot he had been in for over an hour, eyes fixed on the hazy horizon. He just wasn't there and it was obvious to all around him. Several times Bethany had tried to get the man to speak, to eat, or to even move but he did none of them and she was quickly losing hope that the man would ever come out of this stupor.

She realized that he had lost his entire life in one fell swoop of the East India Trading Company, but she had not expected this death-like effect to happen.

Bethany also knew that Nadia's body had to be moved. Sighing she left Vincent in his trance-like state to walk over to Caleb and the other Costello-Nightingale's who were near him. She didn't know the man nor did she care much that he would help the enemy as quickly as he was helping them, all that mattered was helping her former captain in his time of need.

"Excuse me, I hate to be a burden but my friend has just lost his sister aboard the ship. I cannot be the one to be rid of her and I wouldn't ask anyone else... He was a captain and I think he'd understand if you or someone else on your crew would do it." It was hard not to ramble when she didn't know what to say, but it was the least she could do.

[[had a bit of a lapse here, so sorry if it is random or whatnot. I just don't think everyone wants a dead body on the ship xD]]

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Shiloh's body tensed at the sound of a voice. Too caught up in trying to figure out what was going on that he didn't even take the time to look about his surroundings to see that he was in a cell with two other blonds.

The voice sounded vaguely familiar but with the pounding of his brain he couldn't be too sure about it. So his only reply to the snark comment was to nod his head. Perhaps the woman was right, whatever had happened to him and happened to everyone and it was no longer a concern of his since he couldn't change anything even if he wanted to.

This only infuriated Shiloh more, but all thoughts stopped the moment a gentle finger brushed against his chin, causing his head to look up and meet eyes that he had never grown tired of looking into. "Zo-" His words were cut off as lips descended onto his own.

Without a moment's hesitation his arms wrapped around shoulders and pulled Zoe towards him, fingers threaded through dark and light tresses as he meet the kiss with desperation and relief knowing that she was safe.

He only pulled back when he needed to breath and even then he did not let go of the woman. Instead he let his forehead rest against Zoe's, just letting himself breath in the moment. Those fingers that had been holding so tightly onto Zoe loosened and began to run down her back in a comforting touch.

"Zoe... I love you." Words that had been locked away and hidden for so long finally spilled from his lips.

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Aurora-Rose continued to stare daggers into Gabriel's soul, or at least that is what it felt like to the blond man. The moment he had recognized the slender form lying bound and gagged alone in the brig he had felt the very breath knocked out of him as waves of memories and past pains twisted inside of him once more. It killed him that their reunion had to be like this... He imagined things so much differently. Another time and another place.

Gabriel couldn't change the past now and there was no point dwelling on it, instead of standing outside of the cell like a gaping fish he moved forward and quickly unlocked the metal door with a set of keys hanging on his side.

It was thanks to the connections of his once-commodore father that he was allowed certain privileges amongst the redcoats. Privileges that he was abusing at the moment, but the man could hardly care about that right now.

Ignoring the woman's deathly glare and her squirming he knelt down next to A-Rose and swiftly untied the gag letting it fall to the ground. Then he worked on the ties around her wrists. Gabriel was quite shocked that A-Rose had suddenly stopped fighting, although if he knew the woman she had become he would have realized that this sudden stillness was not a good thing.

Aurora-Rose felt her whole body burning from pain and could feel fresh blood matting her hair to her skull from a head wound but that did not stop her from appearing relatively calm, she had to if she was going to ever get herself free and far away from this man that was causing so many mixed emotions to battle inside of her.

While Gabriel worked on the ropes around her wrists she lay stock still, it would make things much more easier for her this way. And so she waited patiently, not moving until she felt the bonds fall and the tightness around her slender wrist dissipated before a scarred hand whipped around her body and slapped Gabriel right across the face.

The smack resounded throughout the cell before the sound of tears joined the pain. "How could you!" Aurora-Rose couldn't hold her calm anymore and simply broke down, though her next move was her undoing for the time being. She abruptly sat up, her intentions to grasp Gabriel and make him answer her, but the sudden movement mixed with the wound to her head was not a pleasant one. Eyes glazed over before her body grew limp and she fell forward into the arms of the man who was holding his reddened cheek, mouth once more agape in surprise.

Thankfully, the soldier had enough wits and reflexes to catch the lithe body before it hit the cool ground, arms instinctively wrapped around the thin frame with practiced ease. A familiar sense of déjà vu enraptured him at the feel of the woman he had loved against him, but he couldn't let that deter him now.

He would not allow A-Rose to wallow in this fate, to die in the dirty brig of the Endeavor, no, he had to find a way to slip past the guards and get her some help.

Gabriel hefted the body up with a slight groan and had begun to head to towards the stairs when a man's voice cut through the otherwise silent brig. Turning his head, Gabe had to squint before seeing the form of three prisoners in one of the last cells. So lost in thoughts of A-Rose, Gabe didn't even stop to notice that the man had known his name.

Making his way through the semi-dark hall while keeping the body in his arms from moving too much he stopped in front of the occupied cell with furrowed brows. Only then did the man's face recognize with him, he didn't know much about the man but he knew enough to know that he shouldn't be locked away with pirates.

"Henry? What are you doing down here?" He kept his voice soft, not wanting to bring any unwanted attention to this forbidden scene he was creating.


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[[:pirate: <--Warning]]
If Dante believed in a great power or entity then he would have praised the good Gods at that very moment that his lover's voice cut through the air. But since he didn't, Dante did the next best thing and grabbed a hold of the body that had practically pounced on him, making a silent promise to never let go again.

They needed no words at the moment, letting their actions speak for themselves. Dante could feel his own tears running down his face but he could care less about brushing them away or even hiding them. All his attention was on proving that his lover was really alive and well.

Fingers desperately twisted in the fabric of Soren's shirt, lips dancing that familiar dance as he lost himself in the man he loved. Even when he felt his lungs burning for air he never stopped kissing the man.

Only when the captain of the ship asked for attention did he let himself finally part from Soren, but only enough to keep temptation at bay. Throughout Caleb's speech, Dante made sure that he kept a firm hold on Soren's hand, head turning occasionally just to make sure this was all real and not some sort of taunting dream.

When the speech finally ended he made a move to take Soren in his arms once more but stopped when a flash of wet darkness caught his eye. "Varianna?" A woman had just boarded the ship and he immediately recognized her. Dante started to make his way towards Vari to see if she knew anything about A-Rose but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

Looking at Soren questioningly the blond simply pointed to a man who had seemingly come out of nowhere and grabbed the woman into his arms.

An inner battle raged inside of him. He needed to know if she knew anything about Aurora-Rose but he was sensible enough to know now was just not the time. "I see... I'm just scared Soren. I know she can handle herself but I cannot bear to think the worst but I cannot help myself either." He murmured, lowering his head onto his love's shoulder.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

[ This looks wonderful! I read the first few post and scanned the rest of them, but I'm still at a loss where everybody still is.. Could someone point out all the camps?

I think I'll join with Sam, Kaj and perhaps Liam.. And could Norrie fit in all of this?

Mae, would'n't it be nice to have Kaj wash up somewhere near Bartleby/ Chrissy, to continue that plotline?

Ara, did Edward and Robyn die? :-O :-O *is shocked*

Weee! Can't wait to post here! ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[[Will! Awesome to have you, welcome back my sweet <3

Right, let me try to remember where everyone is.

The Endeavour (EITC): A-Rose, Gabriel, Henry, Eve, Keyara, Beckett, Bartleby, Chrissie, Judith, Luke & Jack.

The Dionysus (EITC): Hunter, Carlist, Aleksandra, Rosalind, Abrax, Andrea, Zoe, Shiloh & Darian.

The Medusa Euryale (Costellos): Caleb, Kayla, Bethany, Vincent, Morgaine, Joe, Gibbs, Vari, Cairbre, Guin, Lucette, Dante & Soren.

Floating (Soon to be picked up by the Dionysus): Hector, Karelle & Alanna.

I think that's everyone You're welcome to have Norrie if you want him to have survived, I'm sure you'll find a way of fitting him in ]]

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Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +

(Lothy has given me use of Hunter and Alanna for bits in this post)



Panic slithered its way amongst Hector's vexation as Alanna whispered in fear. She couldn’t feel her legs. What could he do? Nothing.
He looked across the thin stretch of water that separated them and Karelle –oblivious to Alanna’s predicament.
“You!” Alanna gasped, a look of disgust on her face, dragging Hector’s eyes back to her. Obviously she hadn’t noticed him perched at the edge of the mast they floated upon. A pang of recognition thundered inside him as her blonde hair swirled around her ash smeared face in the wind. For a split second it was Andrea before him, golden hair blown across her face, expression so fixated - absent Alanna’s negativity. For a moment, he was aboard the Pearl, above deck, Andrea by his side at the helm, before the devastation. But that memory was shattered as Alanna’s expression darkened towards him. He and Alanna had never adapted to each other. She was worse than Andrea, too headstrong, too self absorbed and by all means lacking in any form morals – both in public and in private.
“T’would not be the appropriate time for hostility; or didn’t ye notice?” Hector grumbled. Alanna merely grunted in reply, and her eyes quickly looked down at her legs. There was no blood, nor any tear in her clothing. Hector shuffled up the mast towards her, wincing as the bitter water rippled against his already frozen body.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Alanna shrieked. Hector ignored the comment and pinched both her legs with all the strength he could muster in his stiff and numb hands. Alanna let out another yelp at the pressure and Hector smirked.
“Apparently ye can feel yer legs.” He smiled, his eyebrows flicked up with pleasure.
“No thanks to you.” Alanna growled under her breath her brow knotting.
“Don’t ye start with me, Alanna!” Hector snapped back.
“Oh, pour le bien de dieu!” Karelle blurted out from across the water. Oh for God’s sake! “You are like children!” she shouted. Immediately, the spatting pair looked across at her, faces shocked, indeed, like children who had been swiftly rebuked for misbehaviour. “Tis not a time to be fighting!” she added, the purr of her French accent potent amidst the sharp air. For a long moment, both Hector and Alanna frowned and remained silent.
“Karelle be right. We be in a conundrum of the utmost severity.” Said Hector, head held high. “We have lost enough to risk losing ourselves.” He added, looking at Karelle, his voice tinted with grief. Andrea was lost. Gone, forever possibly. When the thought crossed his mind, it made him shiver. He rather she wear dead than at the hands of the EITC and their murdering puppets.
“I don’t care who you have lost!” Alanna piped up. Hector’s head reeled towards her, disbelieving in what she had just announced. “I care about getting out of here!” she added sharply.
“Oh aye!” Hector crowed cruelly through gritted teeth, ashamed of Alanna’s - what seemed to be – selfishness. “And how do ye plan on doing that? Counting the fact the absence of ores and navigation.” His tone was heavy and sour with sarcasm and loathing.
She didn’t reply, taken aback at his malicious comment.
Hector looked at her closely, which seemed to unsettle her. She hid her face behind a curtain of her long blonde strands. Andrea...
Andrea had done that countless of times, hiding her true feelings, to hard-headed and tongue-tied to admit to anything that weakened her.
Andrea, where are ye...
“This is foutaise” Karelle exclaimed, drawing Hector out of his coaxing mind. “Alanna, we have no stars by means to navigate and we are all to numb to move!” Alanna began to speak but Karelle cut through her reply with a sharp look. “Chienne stupide” Karelle grumbled. Hector smiled at her. Karelle was feisty and possessed some wit. She expressed her feelings openly and often, much to Hector’s usual irritation. It was a wonder Abrax managed to tolerate her quick mouth.
“There be nothing to do but wait. Beyond here lies nothing for us. Nought but sea and wreckage.” Hector drawled and after that, no-one uttered a word.
Dawn broke through the dark clouds a few hours later, lighting the water around them, showing all the true damage of once beloved ships and crew. In the distance, the three could make out a solitary ship, its flag unrecognisable from their distance. Their saviours...or the captors.


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Abrax wrecked his hands through his damp and tangle hair. The iron cuffs around his wrists bore into his skin like blades, rubbing uncomfortably and breaking the skin. He hissed into his teeth.
The brig was indeed the ideal place to feel miserable, lonely...hopeless. All were shackled. Broken and crumpled in the dark and gloomy corns of their cells.
Soldiers had come over what must have been an hour ago, along with the ship's resident weasel: Darian Worthing, and had taken a struggling Andrea away. Where, Abrax did not know, and if he was honest with himself, he didn’t want to. Faint cries had filtered through the Dionysus’s wooden floors and walls. Whether they were Andrea’s, again he didn’t know. They hadn’t spoken despite the fact they were only in opposite cells. He had feared she might tell him of Karelle, and he supposed, truly or falsely , that she feared he might tell her of Hector Barbossa. In both cases, they rather stay mute than admit anything emotional; their connection had never been so. But when Abrax saw her, he confessed to himself, he felt for her. Bloodied and bruised, he felt a need to almost protect her. Ludicrous notion. That is what he had counteracted to himself. She had used and stolen from him, as he had used and stolen from her. Mirror images of each other. Oh the bitter irony.
Looking up from his hands, Abrax spied a new figure, elegantly climbing down the steps into their pit. She grinned, bearing all of her white pearly teeth as she inspected each and every one of the prisoners.
For a moment, he thought she was the woman Hunter Costello kept by him at all times, but on further inspection, he realized that not to be the case.
She wasn’t as tall. Her features, sharper and her eyes where blue. Her hair a dark mahogany brown rather than Aleksandra’s raven black. She was also wearing an altogether different outfit. Most of it leather. Over a black shirt she wore a black leather corset that came below her waist and over her black and red skirts by about 7 inches. Around it, she wore a black leather belt into which was tucked a corner of her skirts, revealing long - higher than thigh hieght - leather boots covering black stockings.
Abrax, the tempted and perverse man that he was, couldn’t deny he liked the look of her. As her heels sounded closer to his cell, he stood and moved towards the bars that encaged him; like some kind of animal. She stopped by him, peering though the damp bars. He winked down at her, letting his eyes fall. What he was trying achieve was beyond him. Escape? Refuge within the enemy? A distraction?
She smiled back, looking up at him from beneath long dark lashes. She gnawed her lip seductively and pressed herself up against the cage. A click startled him and the sensation of cold metal against his abdomen caught his full attention. Glancing down he saw her delicate hand clasping a small revolver that was neatly held against him. Looking back up her, she winked back and buried the nose of the gun deeper into the furrows of his shredded clothes.
“Excuse me for be friendly.” Abrax smirked cockily. But inside his heart was thumbing and his stomach was lurching.
“Your excused...” she hissed.
“Aren’t you a treat?”
“Don’t you know it.” She purred, eyes narrowing.
“Isabellaaa!” a familiar voice rang out, calling the woman away, leaving Abrax unharmed....for now.



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After leaving the captain’s cabin, Darien found himself in a cheery disposition. He so did love Andrea's struggling.
“Come now, precious.” He had cooed, standing behind three soldiers as they went to fetch her from her cell, toying with a loose thread on his glove, eyeing her from under the brim of his tri-corner hat. “Your brother wished to see you. Best not keep him waiting.” He had added, patting her cheek as she was brought before him, eyes aflame with rage. “Come on.” He whispered, his smile dramatically pulled back, like some paranormal demon, demented and malevolent.
Andrea had dug her heels into the ships floor, reluctant to go anywhere. But when he had pulled out a knife and held it against her eye, it was a different story. She stepped forwards. “Ah, bravo! So compliant. Your brother will be so pleased!” Darian had sung.
The sort walk up into the captain’s cabin undisturbed. He knocked, the rhythm bouncy and joyful.
Once Andrea was inside, the soldiers were given their leave. Only he, Andrea and Aleksandra where present, waiting for their captain to arrive. Noticing someone was missing Darian immediately excused himself to look for Isabella.
The women of the ship seemed to add a little something more... Their bite is so much better than there bark, yet they did it all with the grace of felines.
And so this is where Darian found himself, searching for his companion. Once out of the room, Darian called out. “Isabellaaa!”

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^Lothy^
~| Karrax/Dreax/Eoghelle/Barbea |~
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(( trying to think where Anna may go, maybe she could get Hector, Karelle & Alanna. out of the water seeing as they are the only ones left.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

[[Actually Misa our plan was to have the Dionysus pick Hector, Karelle & Alanna up which shall happen in the post I'm currently writing up.]]

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Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +

[ Thanks Lothy! I hope that my post will be alright.. I was thinking of a nice plot twist for Norrie. That instead of watching Lizzie leave, he'd gone after her and so ended up at the Pearl. It will be nice for him to see Beckett and his accomplices again after his insubordination

Please tell me if any of charries are misplaced ]

The blissfull peace of obvlivion could not last forever. Slowly Kaj's senses returned to him. The dusty smell of a secluded area; the mix of something rotten and stale sweat. The blurry vision of a dimly lit space. Movements besides him. A wave of pain washes over Kaj as he stirrs, but he's able to fight the dizzyness which threatens to overwhelm him again.

With a moan he tries to sit up, still not able to make out the voices around him, soley concentating on not becoming nauseated with pain. His hands are bound and as Kaj glared at his bounds he became aware that the fingers of his left hand seemed completely misformed, as if they were twisted, and were coloured with a nasty shade of blue. Memories came back to him of what now seemed so long ago. Canon fire. The fighting. The mast which had crushed half of him. Darkness

Suddenly a familiar voice reach him, although his mind still seemed to be in chaos. Kaj turned to see a small figure huddled in a corner with bright red hair.

"Christine?" His voice was hoarse, but still full of surprise. "Where are we..?"

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Cold. Sam was bitter cold. How long she had been floating on some driftwood she could not recall. Days and nights had all turned in a blur and thirst and exhaustion were now catching up with her. With her last efforts she tried not to give into the sweet temptation of sleep. How comforting it would all be just to close her eyes and let go. But the redhead restrained herself, reminding herself that when she would doze off, there would probably no waking up.
The sound of the waves seemed like a melodious tune. A tune of a song with which Sam sometimes would sing along. Sometimes she would scream for help, cry with pain, or mutter senseless words before she dozed off, to wake up again in this nightmare.
She saw pink parrots and dolphins, when at last her mind started to play tricks on her.. and a dot, a small dot at the horizon which was growing steadily and took form of a ship. A real ship.

[ Okay, so any ship may find Sam, I don't mind. I'll wait with Norrie and Liam until later because it's quite late and I really need some sleep. ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

((Ok, I may have her sail by the Medusa and call over to see if they need help.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Liam lay flat on his back on the lower deck of the Medusa Euryale, well out of anybody way. He was gazing blankly at the blue sky, sometimes viewing a curious formed cloud that drifted by. He felt exhausted and emotionally drained. After days of floating in the endless waters the Medusa had picked him up, more dead than alive. Others had been picked up as well, but the happiness of that reunion had quickly been replaced with the emptyness he felt, by the absense of all those that were still missing.

Not able to be in the company of other people after they'd heard the speech of the Captain, he'd retreated to the back of the ship and was now contemplating over all that had passed and still had to happen. They could not stay aboard here for long, but the thought of going ashore and moving on with the remains of the crew seemed not an option. Not until they knew that the others were really lost..

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With a moan James Norrington warily shook his head. Booze, for once, seemed not to be the cause of his headache. Slowly he touched his throbbing forehead with his hand, wincing slightly. He swore under his breath when he retreated his hand, which was now covered with blood. Immediately he realised what had happened and that he obviously hadn't been picked up by friends due to his shackled wrists. The position, where he was in, was bleak, very bleak.
As he tried to gaze through the dimly lit brig he could see figures of others in the cells opposite to him. "Who are you?" James asked to the man, nearestby whom's identity he could not make out in the darkness. The usual haughtiness in his voice had not entirely vanished, yet it was worry that sounded through his voice. "How long have I been here?"


[ Wen, I didn't know if Norrington would know Abrax or not.. perhaps vaguely. So that's why I didn't have him recognise Abrax ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Will thats fine and dandy! I doubt Norrie would either! Would you like Abrax to reply or will that spoil your next post, i dont wanna seem to be taking charries your playing

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^Lothy^
~| Karrax/Dreax/Eoghelle/Barbea |~
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[ Of course he can reply! Yay! It so good to see someone posting here! ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[[Well I have my post written up so let's make this a BUMP ]]

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Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +

((Hey Will, I tink I will have my ship find and save Sam. I can't post now, But I will later.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)