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

[Weee Welcome LothyPirate... hehe love the name change... I'll have to work in my other characters as things progress!]

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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

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

[Ooh Lothy! May Nathan be part of your crew? I mean, it would fit perfectly! He is seeking his revenge on Beckett ]

It seemed like a strange parade that was going on in the dark woods. Sam was dragging Ed along and behind that the Commodore, his pistol still aimed at the two.
Sam fought the panic that had settled in her chest. Her eyes glanced from left to right into the dark shadows. Where are ye kid? she thought angrily. Now was the moment he could do something useful, but Cole did not appear to rescue them.
Sam cursed Vari for starting this whole mess by playing along with some rich girl. She cursed Ed for being shot. She cursed herself for not taking her own course, like she'd vowed in the past to do, but to follow the others.
Think Sam told herself. But there were almost no oppurtunities. Edward was wounded and he could not run. She herself was shackled and next to that Norrington's steed would outrun them anytime and he possessed a gun. She had to face it: they were far in minority. The situation seemed miserable and Sam was powerless.
She tightened her grip on Edward although this did not relieve her emotions. "We'll be alright" she whispered hardly audible to him. But she did not believe her own words. Cameron and Cole were gone. Vari, Em and Lothy had disappeared and might be dead. No one was to save them from this mess.

They reached the edge of the forest and in the valley underneath them lay Port Royal. Some lights shone in the small houses and the Fort arose above the small town like a mighty mountain. The city was quiet and seemed peaceful.
"Just- a- minute" Sam panted and the woman doubled over to regain her breath. "I- won't be - goin' anywhere" Ed seemed support all his weight on her which made it almost impossible for her to walk in a quick pace.
Norrington halted his horse, quite irritated for this inter-mezzo but remained silent. He took a better look at the redhead, wondering how she would have come into the world of thieves and pirates.
Sam sat up and lifted her head, inhaling the salty air.
"Come now, walk" the Commodore commanded in a gruff voice. But on the moment Sam lifted her head and he beheld her face in the moon light, James was struck by the thought that this woman looked very familiar. No he thought bewildered. He was not acquinted with any pirate. He could not know this woman.
Sam got up and threw Norrington another cold look before continuing to follow the small path which led to Port Royal.
James followed, still hunted by the thought who the redhead was.

The streets in Port Royal were empty. Even the usual drunkards who swayed over the docks were nowhere to find. It was quiet, too quiet. A kind of tension hung in the air like a threat.
The Commodore halted at the Fortress and motioning Sam and Ed with his gun to stop.
But before Norrington dismounted a despairing soldier ran over to them, crying out loud. "Commodore, Sir! There's has been a break-out! Some prisoners escaped!"
Before Norrington could process this news, his Lieutenant, Gillete, marched to his superior. "Commodore, there's a ship approaching shore. It wears the flag of the East India Trading Company..."


[ Okay, I wanted to have more action.. so let the games begin!
I'll post for Elisabeth when Beckett comes ashore.
Oh and I'm not quite sure what to do with Norrie when he's fired.. I don't think he will join our pirates.. should he disappear?
Lol and I just thought of something.. Sam's mother worked in the household of the Norrington family That creates some nice oppertunities if there's going to be a Sam-Norrie thing ]

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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.

[Oh I agree with Will, can my new pirates be apart of your crew... they could have just needed passage over the seas or whatever since they really have no loyalty to any certain captain yet?]

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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

[ I figured you had to speed up.. but I didn't feel like waiting any longer Sorry! ]

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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.

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

Nathan stared at the coastline which the sloop swiftly approached. He'd been anxious to be part of the group who would go ashore. Luckily had the Captain selected him, a newcomer, without any questions. Now Nathan thought of it, the Fates seemed to be finally in his favour after all these years. It had been sheer luck that he had been given a job on the Dowager Dutchess ,of which the Captain, it turned out, to be looking for Lord Cutler Beckett.
Yes, it was then that within Nathaniel a cunning plan started to evolve. He'd worked without saying a word as he was silently brooding on a plan of retaliation. Bitter thoughts of revenge had kept him going, searching for the man for whom he harbored so much hate.
And as the evening breeze cooled his face Nathan inhaled deeply. The moment he'd waited for so long was near. Yes, nothing could keep him from his target now.

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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.

Her thoughts began trailing once more to counting the pebbles in the ground when she heard the faintly familiar sound of keys jingling in the hands of another. What were the redcoats doing patrolling the cells at this hour? They never risked it because they had to get close to the bars to see the captives and that never bode well, they knew never to come near the prisoners...

It seemed like she wasn't the only one that had heard the noise because her new acquaintances, Emma and Varianna had heard it too and Vari was speaking to her.

"Shush up and I'll listen..." Aurora said with no menace in her voice as she pressed her cheek against the cool bars of the cell and listened... sure enough the sound of keys and a female voice drifted towards her and the sounds seemed to be getting closer.

"Aye I hear it... keys"

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Gabriel felt the weight of Keyara's eyes on him but he did not turn around to face her. He knew it was not his place to get so close to the Captain's quarters and he had no business listening to the conversation either...

He would just go back on deck and return to his job, which was to keep the other crew from getting too hasty when the Captain was below deck.
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"Capture only, not kill. Not yet anyway." Those words rung in Elijah's ears and he pouted. Why couldn't they kill the man, it would be so much fun... then again capturing and slowly torturing the man would be just as enjoyable. He was about to bound off towards the Captain Alanna when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

"Eli, ye better not be thinking about torturing again..." Dante spoke with a low husk as he lifted a dark eyebrow at his crewmate.

Elijah pouted and shrugged the hand off of his shoulder. "But..."

"You heard the man!" A much younger feminine voice spoke this time and Elijah turned his head to look over his shoulder to stare at the blond Pirate that was half his size.

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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

Nathaniel snorted upon hearing the conversation between two other pirates. The first seemed very willing to torture. Nathan threw the man a look of disgust as he was unintentionaly reminded of some events of the past which he tried hard to forget.

He glanced at Port Royal again, wondering how it was like to live there. He'd never set a foot ashore there how much he'd wanted to. But the mark on his wrist kept him from showing himself in public places. It were the letters TF (travaux forcés) meaning forced labour, which were carved on his skin as to label him. He still was a hunted man and one glance of a man or woman on these letters would betray him and end his state of freedom.

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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.

[*cough* Bump for everyone ]

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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.

[i edited my last post so that it has all my charries in it]

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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

[ *coughs*]

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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.