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Post subject:  Posted: October 16th, 2006, 1:32 am |
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(I know Potr! We haven't talked to each other in over two days...I think that's a record mate.)
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Post subject: Posted: October 16th, 2006, 4:34 pm |
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"I'm not a ghost, just a humble Pirate, aye?" He said to the two of them, and gave of his evil grin, and taking abite out of an apple, as Jack the Monkey searched around the room which it was quite errie. There was stuff, on shelves, and tables... Things that best be left alone.
"Whatcha mean, boy? Her father is a Turner, maybe not related to ye." He responded to Will, finding Ragetti and Pintel's statement more annoying then Will's.
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"What is your strategy then, milord?" Asked Norrington, he had worked hard on it. But he shouldn't of been so surpised, it was Beckett after all, not Swann.
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Post subject: Posted: October 16th, 2006, 6:00 pm |
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Will's eyes opened and squinted at Barbossa, "What on earth do you mean? Her father's surname is Swann." Rolling his eyes, he shut them again and tried to go to sleep.
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"No a g-g-g-...ghost?" shuddered Ragetti. "Then how are you alive and well? Jack shot you dead...." he stratched his head.
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Post subject: Posted: October 16th, 2006, 6:03 pm |
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"An' the course was off o' yeah too! How'd yeah pull 'at one off?" Pintel said then tried to pry Ragetti off him.
"Le'ggo my arm, your cuttin' off me curculationabober!"
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Post subject: Posted: October 16th, 2006, 10:11 pm |
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"We shall wait for Jones to arrive," Beckett replied, striding over to examine his giant map. "You will then take command of the Dutchman, and, with her as our leading force, we shall rid these waters of the threat of piracy. That is all you need know for the time being."
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"Give it a rest, Clanker," Bootstrap muttered, turning his back to the quarrelsome crewman. He reached out to grab Jack's arm again, only to have a sharp jolt of electricity go through his hand the second it made contact. "Bloody-"
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Post subject: Posted: October 17th, 2006, 2:57 am |
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Jack felt his body surge a great amount of energy through his veins unwillingly. His kohl-rimmed eyes shot open, and his once hunched over stance was now straight up. His hands were sprawled out, started to shake, and he didn't dare breathe, it looked as though he had just been whacked in the face. He looked at Bootstrap.
Clanker, and the rest of the crew saw a small white light flash when Bootstrap grabbed Jack's arm. It was small, but it was enough to have all of them take a few steps back and start whispering among each other.
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Post subject: Posted: October 17th, 2006, 8:05 pm |
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"Really now? Didn't know that. She gave me Turner as her last name." Said Barbossa.
"And quiet ye two. Ye'll find out soon 'nough." He growled in some what angry way and leaned against the wall and closed his eyes
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"Yes, Milord. In that case, I'll take my leave." He said to Beckett not surprised.. At least He'd get the best ship again. The one that had defeated the infamous Black Pearl.
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Post subject: Posted: October 17th, 2006, 11:05 pm |
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((Mates, is everyone agreeable to jumping ahead three days? Pip and I are just about done here, and there shouldn't be anything major going on til Jones arrives in Port Royal, so...yeah. Everyone up to that?))
Bootstrap shook his hand out in an attempt to regain feeling. "What...was that?" he asked, eyeing Jack warily.
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Post subject: Posted: October 18th, 2006, 12:52 am |
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Will laughed at Barbossa, "She only told you that her name was Turner because she was trying to protect me. You fool!" He laughed some more and then rolled onto his belly and drifted off into sleep.
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Ragetti's grip only tightened more as Barbossa scolded him and Pintel.
(I don't mind skipping ahead! Just start us off!)
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Post subject: Posted: October 18th, 2006, 2:25 am |
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Jack's skin, suddenly turned pale. More of his blue veins were visible as if his complexion had nearly become see-through...or was it really what it seemed?
THUMP!
Sparrow's body crumpled to the ground. Apparently the flogging was too much for the infamous pirate to bear, and so he decided to pass out into the thick blackness, out of reality.
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Davey Jones' hobbled his way back across the deck, looking over the fact that Jack was laying under his legs.
The cold icey stare turned towards Bootstrap Bill, "Take Mister Sparr'aw below deck'a...." His bearded face then snapped to look at Maccus, "Mister Maccas! Emerge this ship'a! Make for Port Royal!"
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Post subject: Posted: October 18th, 2006, 8:20 am |
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Maccus nodded and began shouting orders to the crew. While the rest of the crew scurried to obey, Bootstrap knelt to pick up Jack's limp form. Again taking care not to touch any of the open wounds, he quickly carried the pirate below deck.
((Okay, must be off to school now, or I'd go ahead and start us all off again. I'll try to do so as soon as I get home (unless, of course, someone else was kind enough to actually start something for once...  )))
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Post subject: Posted: October 18th, 2006, 4:53 pm |
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(I look forward to starting off anew!)
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Post subject: Posted: October 18th, 2006, 10:37 pm |
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It was a foggy mid-morning they were on their way to World's End. They left three days ago, and everyone but Tia and Barbossa knew that they were infact not lost.
Jack the Monkey was up in the yard arms jumping around, until he finally jumped down on to Barbossa's shoulder. As Barbossa stood behind the wheel of the Queen Anne's Revenge the Second. As the Sloop cut through the dense fog.
"What's are speed Mr. Turner?" Barbossa called out in his growly voice.........
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Post subject: Posted: October 19th, 2006, 3:21 am |
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The thumping sound of Davey Jones' crab-like leg proceeded to come near Maccus who stood by the helm. "Last day'a of the three days'a Mister Maccus...if ye fail to bring this ship'a into Port Roy'al by then..."
His eyes glared at Maccus, them telling the hammer-headed man what would happen to him, just by the malice that was swelled up inside their gaze.
(Potr, ye mind posting for Bootstrap first before I post for Jack?)
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Post subject: Posted: October 19th, 2006, 3:23 am |
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Will did not respond to Barbossa....he was asleep near a large bag of gunpowder. A small snorting sound escaped from his mouth.
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Post subject: Posted: October 19th, 2006, 7:41 pm |
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"We be goin' 'bout twenty knots," Tia replied for Will. "Da sea's bein' rather cooperative lately. We be makin' good time."
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Cutler Beckett sat at his desk, getting a few things in order before it was time to make his way down to the docks. For the time being, he'd still have to get the governor's signature on the attack authorizations, but he doubted it would be a problem, given the circumstances. "Mr. Mercer," he called out without looking up from the document he was writing. "Go down to the docks and make certain all of the captains know not to be in the vicinity for the remainder of the day, and then go find Admiral Norrington. Tell him his presence will be required as well."
Mercer bowed and immediately turned to leave. "It will be done, milord."
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"We'll make it, Cap'n," Maccus replied with a slight nod. Turning to the crew, he shouted, "Put yer backs into it!"
The bo'sun seconded the command with a sharp crack of his whip. "We've got no time t' waste!" he snarled. "Ye all saw th' other day what happens when ye slack off. Don't give me th' pleasure o' doin' it again!"
Below them on the main deck, Bootstrap pulled with all his might on the slippery line. Jones still hadn't told them much; only that they'd be making port -a rare occurence indeed- and that he wanted the Dutchman looking at the top of her game. Glancing over at Jack, he continued to pull on the line. The pirate's wounds had more or less healed already, but Bootstrap still worried about the permanent effect of the flogging- if not physically, then at least mentally- on Jack.
Maccus seemed satisfied with the increase in activity and turned back to Jones. "Shall we submerge, cap'n?"
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